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When the dawn breaks, the sky is full of red clouds. Although it was still early, a large number of disciples had already gathered outside the Red Lotus Pavilion. They are all dressed in plain clothes, with their eyes downcast and their heads bowed, standing on both sides of the road.
"Boom¡ªboom¡ªboom¡ª"
The morning bell rang from the Tongtian Tower, and a few people in the distance were slowly approaching with a coffin. The leader is Xue Zhengyi, the elder Tanlang, and the back row is Mo Ran and Xue Meng. Standing on the left and right are Shi Mei and a monk with half-old cassocks. They stepped on the slippery bluestone road and walked gradually from the mist.
The monk held a lantern in his hand. It was already bright tomorrow, but the brilliance of the lantern remained undiminished in the daytime. The golden brilliance was like summer flowers, dazzling.
All the disciples lowered their heads one after another, concentrating and holding their breath. They had already heard that the master of guilt from Wubei Temple had come here specially for Elder Yuheng, so it must be this ugly monk. For this legendary figure, the juniors were still in awe over their curiosity. On the long mountain road, no one dared to take a closer look. They could only hear the tap of the stick, and saw a pair of monk shoes entwined with hemp grass in their eyes. After passing by, the master walked away like this, leaving everyone standing in silence.
The coffin was carried steadily all the way. Since it was resurrection, not burial, no one cried. Arriving at the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Gui Gui looked around and said, "Let's put it by the lotus pond, where there is plenty of spiritual energy, making it easy to cast spells."
"Okay, it's all up to the master!" Xue Zhengyi led the rest of the people, and put the Xuanbing coffin there, "If you need anything else, the master, just ask. You saved Yuheng, you saved me Someone Xue has half his life, and someone Xue will do his best to help!"
"Thank you Master Xue for your kindness." Huai Zui said, "The poor monk has nothing to ask for at the moment, if you have any in the future, it will not be too late to tell the master."
"Success, then master, please don't be polite."
Huai Zui clasped his hands together, smiled and bowed to Xue Zhengyong, then turned to look at the others: "The poor monk is not talented, and it will take five years to recover the soul of Elder Chu. In order to avoid troubles, from now on From now on, the Red Lotus Water Pavilion will close its doors to thank guests, and it will reopen five years later on the day Elder Chu is resurrected."
Although Xue Meng had heard about it before, but once again confirmed from Huai Zui that Master would not wake up until five years later, his eyes were still red. He silently lowered his head.
"If you benefactors want to say goodbye to Elder Chu for a while, please go to the coffin. After today, it will take more than a thousand days to see you again."
Everyone went one by one.
First, Xue Zhengyi and the elders stood in front of the coffin to bid farewell. Xue Zhengyi said: "I hope to meet again soon."
Tanlang said: "Wake up early."
Xuanji said: "May everything go well."
Lu Cun sighed and said, "I'm a little envious of you. If you freeze five years, you won't look old any more."
The rest of the elders were more or less short, each had their own rhetoric, and soon it was Xue Meng's turn. Xue Meng originally wanted to endure, but he was used to being impulsive, so he didn't hold back, and finally shed tears at the side of Chu Wanning's coffin .
Wiping his tears vigorously, he choked with sobs and said, "Master, I will practice swordsmanship well without you here. Afterwards, at the Lingshan Conference, I will never embarrass you. When you wake up, I will tell you my good ranking." .Under the seat of my master, there is no apprentice who gives up."
Xue Zhengyi walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Xue Meng didn't hug his father as usual, but turned away stubbornly with his nose twitching. He didn't want to be a playboy who only relied on his father in front of his master anymore.
Then when I arrived at Shi Mo, Shi Mo's eyes were also wet, and without saying anything, I looked down at Chu Wanning for a while, and stepped back silently.
After he left, a pale pink crabapple flower was gently placed in the coffin. The hand holding the flowers still looks like a teenager, but it is already very slender.
Mo Ran stood beside the coffin, and the wind gently blew across the lake, bringing the sweetness of lotus flowers. The broken hair on his forehead was blown a little messy, but he raised his hand and sorted out Chu Wanning's face.
Mo Ran pursed his lips, and seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, he was just a little hoarse, and said softly: "I'll wait for you."
What are you waiting for?
He didn't say. He felt that he should have said that he would wait for you to wake up, but it seemed that this sentence was not enough. It seemed that he couldn't express the feelings that filled his heart, and it seemed that there was hot magma surging in his heart. The magma couldn't find an accurate exit, so it ran rampant in his heart, making him panic and ache. .
He felt that one day his heart would be broken, and the lava would flow uncontrollably, and he would be melted into ashes in the raging sea.
But now, he is still not sure what that fiery feeling is.
So he just said "wait for you".
&?How could it be the same?
But seeing Mrs. Wang's gentle and concerned expression, she naturally couldn't say anything, she nodded and said: "Auntie said yes, but I didn't make it right."
Mrs. Wang shook her head with a smile, gave him a small kit with Du Ruohua tattooed on it, and said, "You are traveling abroad and no one is taking care of you. You take this kit. There are many wound medicines in it, all of which are uncle's medicines." The ones made by my mother are better than the ones bought in ordinary stores, so keep them carefully and don¡¯t drop them.¡±
Mo Ran was very grateful: "Thank you auntie."
The teacher said: "I have nothing for you, only this jade pendant, you can wear it, it is for warming and nourishing the core."
Mo Ran took a look, and saw that the white jade was as thick as fat, and the tentacles were warm, which was an extremely rare and top-notch product. He hurriedly put the jade pendant back into the teacher's hand, and said: "I can't take this away, it's too precious. What's more, my spiritual nucleus is originally a fire element, and I have to warm it up again I'm afraid I will go crazy."
The teacher smiled and said: "What a mess, how can you go crazy?"
"Anyway, I won't accept it." Mo Ran insisted very much, "You are weak and weak, and it would be better to match yourself."
"But I asked someone to take a picture of it for you at the Xuanyuan meeting"
Hearing what he said, Mo Ran felt very warm, but more distressed: "The things in Xuanyuanhui are all sky-high prices. I really don't have much use for keeping this jade pendant, but it is very good for you. Teacher Mo, I love you I got it, but you can keep the things yourself. Remember to wear them on weekdays, to raise your spirit."
Shi Mei wanted to say something more, Mo Ran had already bypassed the string of the jade pendant and put it in front of his lapel for him.
"It's pretty." He said with a smile, raised his hand, and patted Shi Mei's shoulder, "You wear it much more suitable than me. I am such a rough person, I am afraid that I will wear it in two days." Got bumped."
"Ran'er is right. Although this jade pendant can be worn by everyone, it is still the most comfortable for people with a water spirit core. Mei'er should keep it for herself."
Since Mrs. Wang has spoken, Shi Mei naturally listened to her, nodded, and then said to Mo Ran: "Then you take care."
"Don't worry, I will write to you often."
The parting is imminent, and the teacher is a little sad, but he can't help laughing after hearing him say this: "Only the master can understand the words you wrote."
Speaking of Chu Wanning, Mo Ran didn't know what it was like in his heart.
The bone-destroying hatred dissipated, but the guilt remained, as if the scars were scabbing over, and my whole heart was aching and itchy.
With such a mood in mind, he went down the mountain alone.
"one two three¡¡"
He lowered his head and counted silently in his heart as he walked.
"One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three"
When he got to the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help but turn his head, and looked at the cloud-shrouded peak of life and death. The stretch of stone steps was almost invisible, and he murmured: "Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine."
He walked and counted all the way.
This is the number of steps leading to the mountain gate. On that day, Chu Wanning climbed the number of steps with him on his back.
He felt that he would never forget Chu Wanning's hands in his life, cold, bloody, and damaged.
Whether a person does good or evil is often not his nature. Everyone is like a field, and some people are lucky. The rice seedlings are scattered among the ridges. In autumn, the five grains are abundant, and the rice is fragrant. Everything is good and commendable.
But there are still some fields that don't have such good luck. The seeds of poppies are planted in the soil, and when the spring breeze blows, the blissful evil will be born, and the sky will be filled with golden red blood. People resent it, scold it, fear it, and are all drunk in its stench, rotten into dregs.
In the end, righteous men and benevolent people will gather together and throw a fire into the field, twisting and rising into the scorched smoke. They say that he is a hotbed of karma, that he is a ghost, that he eats people without spit out bones, and that he deserves to die. no conscience.
He twitched and groaned in pain in the fire, and the poppies quickly curled up and turned into scorched mud.
But he was once a fertile field, and he also longed for rain and sunshine.
Who cast the first seed of darkness, and then the evil became a disaster, and it was out of control.
This piece of field, once warm and splendid, turned to ashes when it was ignited.
Abandoned.
No one wants it anymore, it is an old abandoned land.
So he never thought that someone would come into his life and give him another chance to plow the soil and start all over again.
Chu WanNing.
It will be five years before he can meet with him, and today is the first day in five years.
He suddenly realized that he had begun to miss Chu Wanning's face, stern, angry, gentle, solemn, and upright.
Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.
He was carefully recalling his past and present lives, how many past events had been blown away by wind and snow, and he gradually realized that the splitting of the ghost world was actually the biggest watershed in his life.
In his previous life, he loved someone deeply.
Later, that person gave his life and he went to hell.
In this life, there is another person who loves him.
Later, that person donated his life and sent him back to the world. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com); He suddenly realized that he had already begun to miss Chu Wanning's face, stern, angry, gentle, solemn, and upright.
Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.
He was carefully recalling his past and present lives, how many past events had been blown away by wind and snow, and he gradually realized that the splitting of the ghost world was actually the biggest watershed in his life.
In his previous life, he loved someone deeply.
Later, that person gave his life and he went to hell.
In this life, there is another person who loves him.
Later, that person donated his life and sent him back to the world. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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