RIN

Chapter 130

A small, broken down thatch hut rested upon the mountain cliff-side. Despite the frosty weather, overgrown weeds surrounded the hut, with green moss on the side of the cliff.

Sitting atop a large boulder, legs crossed, was a monk, a head of white hair flowing down to his bony shoulders. The monk's ragged and tattered robe was covered with poorly sown patches.

Eyes closed, he sat motionlessly, the only movement being the wind moving his hair and robes.

"Master Qiu!"

The white-haired monk was silent.

"Master Qiu!"

Silence.

The boy panted heavily and managed to heave his body up the mountain, where he saw the old monk resting on a rock beside a hut.

As if not noting the peaceful atmosphere, Aiguo wiped the sweat from his thick brows and ran toward him.

"Master Qiu, we need your help! Jia and I—"

Whack--!

Before the boy had the chance to finish, an object flung in his direction, a painful feeling rushing to the center of his forehead.

"Ow!"

Aiguo clutched his head with a hiss and noticed the small pebble below his feet. He looked up at the white-haired monk with an extremely gloomy expression.

"Hey, old man! What was that for?!"

Toward the boy's accusations, the monk on the rock remained silent with his eyes closed.

"You know very well the reason yet act as if you don't. You're a dunce to ask such a question."

Aiguo's face sunk slightly before it reverted to normal upon recalling the reason he came here.

"Master Qiu, Jia and I found a boy near the river! He's still alive!"

The monk was silent toward his words, seemingly uninterested.

However, Aiguo continued, his small face glowing a faint red. "But it turns out the boy we found...is a girl—ouch!"

Aiguo grasped the back of his head from the unexpected blow. With slightly watery eyes, he glared at the old monk with a wrongful stare. The old monk ignored his glare.

"I have no care for the outside world, nor do I welcome perverts in my domain. Now get out."

Forcibly pushing down the annoyance in his heart toward the old monk, Aiguo pleaded. "Please Master Qiu! If you don't help, she'll die!"

The old monk yawned while scratching his back. "Not my problem. Besides, I'm old and lazy, what more do you expect from me, boy?"

Aiguo bit his lip and clenched the fists by his side. After a period of deliberation, the boy took in a deep breath and dropped his body to the ground in a kowtowing position.

"Oh, Great Grand Master Qiu, please help!"

The old monk glanced at the kneeling boy and raised a white eyebrow, a small sneer forming at the corner of his lips.

"You think flattery will work on me, boy?"

In Aiguo's eyes, the hope vanished instantly, like a fire extinguisher by a basin of cold water. The smile on his face stiffened for ten seconds before he realized it.

Of course, the old man wouldn't be won over by simple words of flattery.

Aiguo continued looking at the old monk-like a begging puppy.