Kikyo said nothing, simply turned around silently and continued walking toward the village.
A group of young children looked puzzled but didn’t think much of it, and continued chirping about their previous topics, following beside the witch sister towards the village... Only Xiao Ye stood frozen on the spot, and after coming to her senses, she glared angrily at the old monk.
Being quite young, she naturally couldn’t understand the true aning behind the old monk’s words. She only felt that this old man was really annoying, asking Sister Kikyo to leave the village... She understood only up to this point, but even so, she didn’t feel happy about it and couldn’t help but worry.
She ran to catch up, her small hand tightly grasping the witch’s sleeve, closely following her steps.
"Master Qinghai..."
Gu Mo stood there, watching Kikyo and the big group of children walk farther and farther away, then turned his head and plainly said.
"Hmm? Why, do you... did you know before?"
Being suddenly called by na, the old monk seed a bit surprised. He withdrew his reluctant gaze from the back of the witch, and instead closely examined the oddly-dressed Half-Demon in front of him, sizing him up and down. How could this Half-Demon know him?
"Of course not, why do you say that?" Gu Mo imdiately frowned. What nonsense was this old monk talking about? How could he have known him before? Could it be that as people age, their minds beco less clear?
"Then how do you know my na?" The old monk was instantly suspicious and hesitated. He didn’t consider himself a particularly famous Mage, though he’s traveled far and wide and done many things, compared to those truly virtuous monks, the gap was more than a bit significant.
So it couldn’t be that his fa had spread far and wide, making this Half-Demon recognize him at a glance?
"Na? Didn’t you just say it yourself, Master? Did you forget?" Gu Mo’s frown deepened, and his gaze towards the other was filled with suspicion, perhaps because his acting was too convincing. At this mont, he was too calm, lying with no psychological burden at all, which instead made the old monk lose confidence.
"Did I, did I say it myself?"
The old monk’s eyes seed a bit blank and confused. He instinctively looked back at the young monk behind him, seeking an answer: "...Did, did I just say it?"
"Ah? Uh, this, this..." The young monk, suddenly questioned, was evidently a bit nervous. He tried hard to recall but felt his mind was a muddle and wasn’t too sure whether Master Qinghai had just said it, perhaps he hadn’t, or maybe he did, overall he could not be certain.
But the young man opposite spoke so convincingly, with such a serious air, and indeed did directly call out Master Qinghai’s na, so probably... it was probably stated, right?
The more he thought so, the more the young monk felt it was true. He nodded, softly saying, "Master, I think you might have just said it."
"So I did say it..."
The old monk’s expression beca dazed, as he earnestly tried to recall, racking his brains in deep thought. How could he have no recollection at all? Could it be he was indeed getting old?
Inescapably, this thought appeared in his mind.
"Well, no helping it, Master, considering your age, it’s normal to forget what you’ve said as soon as you turn around..." Gu Mo sighed over there, with an apparent sincere heart, his tone slightly lanting, "Actually, it’s quite normal. By the way, I have a redy here, really good for old folks. Want to give it a try..."
While saying this, he took out a sheet of folded paper, which looked sowhat yellowed in texture, with signs of edge damage and curling, quite detailed.
"This, this..."
The old monk looked toward the recipe in the other’s hand, seemingly quite tempted, but his brow unconsciously furrowed, seed sowhere wasn’t quite right. Is this the ti for doing such things?
The thoughts in his mind beca vague, he instinctively felt like he was overlooking sothing important, but the opposite side didn’t give him ti to slowly sort out his thoughts, nor did it intend to let his attention focus on this, imdiately started promoting again.
Saying it in a flowery and captivating way—
"This redy is a family heirloom of mine, made with honey, fritillaria, loquat, and Celestial Snow Lotus..."
"Its benefits are innurable, requires no refrigeration, contains no preservatives, plus, the toxicity is quite potent, yet it tastes delicious..."
"Indeed, it’s a must-have for ho and travel, to silence threats, a perfect potion, taking it daily is greatly beneficial for elderly people like you, Master..."
In the end, Gu Mo took on a heartfelt appearance, stepping a few steps forward, and placed the redy into the hands of the bewildered and muddled old monk. "For soone else, I wouldn’t sell it, but eting today is fate, after three minutes of thought, I decided to make a decision against my ancestors, this redy is for you, Master..."
"Ah? How, how could I possibly..."
The old monk instinctively waved his hands repeatedly declining, indeed he was extrely moved by what he heard, but for the other to directly give it, how could he shalessly accept such a generous gift.
"What’s there to hesitate about, Master, you take it and go back to recuperate well. One still has to admit their age, should not be unwilling to concede, otherwise, it’s your own body that suffers..." Gu Mo repeatedly waved his hand, his words never stopped, still with that earnest, persuasively sincere tone, it’s all for your own good.
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