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"What?!"
Mo Ran was taken aback, and took half a step back. If he hadn't been just an imaginary person in this picture scroll of memories, he might have knocked over the rope of the fish basket next to him at this moment¡ª¡ª
Can the Emperor Yan Shenmu regenerate living people?
"Yandi Wood, Nuwa Soil, and Fuxiqin, these three were originally artifacts created by the Three Emperors, with extremely pure spiritual power. It is said that the first batch of immeasurable immortals in the world were created by these artifacts. I got a piece of Yandi wood, even without the magical power of Shennong Tongtian, it is not difficult to shape a person. Just like after the death of Grand Master Tongtian, his mother used lotus roots to reshape his body. I finally made up my mind and decided to take this piece of Shennong to paint Carve it into the shape of Young Master Chu."
Mo Ran only felt dizzy and dizzy in front of his eyes.
Carved into the appearance of the young master Chu Chu Lan?
Huai Gui said: "I want to return my benefactor a son."
Mo Ran's throat was extremely dry, as if something was blocked, he murmured after a long time: "Impossible"
In the picture scroll, the evening bell of Wubei Temple rang, and the dusk merged.
Tired birds have also returned to their nests, monks flutter their robes, and their togas with large sleeves pass under the verandah.
Master Huai Zui sat in the meditation room, with the doors and windows closed, accompanied by the ancient Buddha with the green lamp, carefully carving bit by bit, he didn't dare to cut down the knife, he had already carved it before reshaping a living person with the Yandi Shenmu. Hundreds of puppets, until they are lifelike, are exactly the same as the Chu Lan in memory.
That night, he finally took out the Yandi wood carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he made the first cut cautiously and carefully.
The sawdust was swirling one after another, and when it fell on the ground, it scattered into gold powder.
Every time he writes, he does his best. Every time he writes, he sees the figures of the two old friends. A hundred years have been ups and downs under the carving knife. The old monk buried his head very low, and his neck seemed to have been broken by sin.
"I just retreated here, and it took five full years in the temple to finally finish carving 'Chu Lan'."
Mo Ranmu walked towards Guigui stiffly. He watched the monk slowly put down the carving knife.
Gui Gui tremblingly stroked the face and clothes of the wood-carved boy. He cried, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the wooden statue.
Mo Ran stared blankly at the small statue on the table.
Shenmu is the body, guilt is the blade.
The small body is what Chu Wanning looked like when he was a child.
It was evening at this time, the bell rang, and there was only the last bit of blood in the setting sun between the sky and the earth, which spilled in through the window lattice and shone on the desks.
? The sunset bells are heard throughout the temple, and monks outside the courtyard are burning cypress and pine leaves, and the rich fragrance is still tainted with some bitterness and coldness.
? As night approaches, the monastery is peaceful.
"I'll call you, Chu Wanning."
Hong Zhong fell with the last blow, Huai Zui whispered to the wooden statue.
He bit his fingertips, and dripped a drop of blood full of metallic spiritual power. In an instant, the room was filled with brilliance.
Mo Ran trembled his eyelashes in this splendor, closed his eyes, his eyelids kept trembling, he tried hard to see everything in the light, but because of the hazy eyes and dazzling light, he couldn't see anything clearly, Can't see anything.
When he was stabbed until his eyes were completely closed, what Mo Ran thought was¡ª¡ª
Chu Wanning already knew all of this, how painful should his heart be?
Not a living person.
No father and no mother.
It's just a piece of dead wood and a drop of blood.
? I have lived in a daze between the heaven and the earth for more than thirty years.
"Shenmu has a spirit. After dripping blood to become a human being, he really did what I wished and turned into the appearance of the little prince Chu Lan. I raised him in the temple and took him as a disciple. Slowly, he grew up. Now, I started to ask my own background, where I came from.¡±
Mo Ran saw Chu Wanning who was a child sitting next to Master Conceived, eating candied haws, and asked: "Master, you always said that I was carried back from the snow by you, so where did you put me back?" Where did I bring it back?"
Guilty eyes turned to Yuanshan Handai, he lost his mind for a while, and then sighed and said two words.
"Lin'an."
"So I'm from Lin'an?"
"Um."
"But I have never been out of the monastery. I don't know what Lin'an is like." Chu Wanning seemed a little frustrated, "Master, I want to go down the mountain to see the outside. I want to see Lin'an. "
The illusion gradually fades away, and the Temple of No Sadness is far away.His forehead hair was a little itchy. He blew it lightly, trying to blow away the broken hair that kept scratching his cheek, but it was obviously useless, so he had to stroke it with his hands in the end, Mo Hei Fengmu smiled back Looking guilty.
That is also the direction where Mo Ran is standing.
"Master."
"Well. Not bad." Huai Zui nodded, "Come here, I'll test how your spiritual core is doing now."
Chu WanNing came over without doubting him, opened his snow-white sleeves, and handed his hand to Guigui.
After a test, Guigui said: "It's very strong, but it's still a little unstable, just practice more, before winter, you should be able to achieve great success."
Chu WanNing smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."
When he said this, he didn't know if it was an illusion. Mo Ran seemed to tremble slightly when he saw Guigui's shoulder.
But after all, guilt still didn't say anything, didn't express anything, and didn't change.
He turned and went into the house.
Mo Ran stood where he was, and he no longer looked at the guilt in the room. He looked at the young man Chu Wanning who would disappear before him with all his desire, urgency, and greed.
Still clean, pure, even gentle.
How can such a person have no soul?
His eyes fell, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of Chu Wanning's undulating chest under his white skirt.
Mo Ran suddenly remembered something, and suddenly felt five thunders hitting the top, as if a huge stone fell from his chest, stirring up thousands of waves.
"no no¡¡"
He took a step back.
But so what?
The memory has stretched out its ferocious claws and grabbed into his internal organs.
He remembered that there was a scar on Chu Wanning's chest
He had his heart opened! He He¡¡
Mo Ran trembled, and Chu Wanning in front of him was dancing a sword under the moon, stepping on flying flowers.
So handsome.
But he felt as if a bucket of ice had fallen into his stomach, and he only felt shuddering.
He was cut open through the chest
So did guilt really do it in the end?
He really took Chu Wanning to the ghost world, and melted Chu Lan's soul fragments into Chu Wanning's heart, so the original Chu Wanning was no longer there, so¡ª¡ª
He hugged his head, and he sat curled up on the ground.
He was trembling, not daring to think about it anymore.
It hurts.
My heart hurts so much.
I would rather be the one whose heart is dug out, and I would rather be the one whose original soul is deprived of it.
Chu WanNing.
He is so good.
Why did he suffer so much, and finally came to a verdict of "not a living person", and the incarnate person regarded it as a lifeless body to carry another life?
Then who is the master he worships?
Is it Chu Lan, or Chu Wanning?
Mo Ran only felt that he was going crazy, his head was aching, and he even felt dizzy and nauseous. He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the same place.
Later, the sky darkened, and the meditation room and flower trees disappeared.
Chu Wanning also faded away.
The guilty voice slowly flowed in the darkness.
He said: "When Chu Wanning was 14 years old, the time has gradually matured. I plan to take him to the ghost world in another year and blend his soul with Chu Lan." (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com 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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