The lanterns are beautiful, according to a pair of people.
At this moment, it is not in Meng Potang, and Chu nightning has gone to bed. He couldn't see the way, and the ink burned his hand and took him away.
Chu night, Ning's second soul has been lost, I don't know what day and night, and I don't know who is the person who is intertwining with his fingers. He is led by him in a daze, and the ink burns him into the house, wiping the tears on his face. , closed the door.
Chu nightning put down the bowl of hands. After groping, I came to the head of the bed and asked softly:
"Is the ink burning still asleep?"
"… "
Chu night Ning saw no response, and when the ink burned was really still asleep, he sighed and seemed to be a little disappointed.
The ink burned in my heart, and I was afraid that he would leave again, so I sat by the bed and said, "Master, I am awake."
Hearing him calling himself, Chu nightning brows slightly moved, and then "um", he hesitated and didn't speak again.
Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned. If he felt that the teacher was present, he would have to leave in less than two sentences, so he picked up a hair button on the table, slammed it on the door of the room, and made the teacher leave the door. After moving, he said: "Why is the master here? Who brought you here?"
Sure enough, Chu nightning under the half-soul was more deceived than usual. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Shi Mingjing brought me here, he left?"
"gone."
"Um… "
After a while of silence, Chu nightning finally said: "The injury on your back..."
"The injury on the back, don't blame the master." The ink burned softly, "I am the one who broke the precious grass, and the master should punish me."
I didn't expect that he would say this, Chu nightning was slightly startled, and then the two soft eyelashes trembled, and sighed: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Chu nightning raised his hand, groping with his cold fingertips, touching his ink burning face, and after a while: "I'm sorry, don't hate the master."
Back then, it was absolutely impossible for him to say such soft words, but after his death, the soul of the dead wandered in the underworld. Looking back, he only felt that the rest had no regrets, except that he was too inhumane to his apprentice. Therefore, to get another chance to recreate the old scene, the words that were once shy of the face and could not be uttered, so naturally and lightly told.
Mo Ran feels like the warm spring water has flowed through the heart. The hatred that has remained since the rebirth, the old wounds of the years, and the unwillingness of the dying have been broken into powder, and now they are washed away in this sincere apology. Exhausted, nothing left.
In the soul-inducing light, he stared at the Master's face, the blood stains seemed to be invisible, and the pale face seemed to be alive again. He seemed to see the soft face of Chu Wanning for the first time in his life through the time that was gone and never returned.
Mo Ran couldn't help raising his hand, and his warm hand covered his cold hand.
"I don't hate you." He said, "Master, treat me well. I don't hate you."
Chu nightning was in a trance, and suddenly smiled.
Even if it is a dead person, even if his face is mottled and dirty, his smile is still the beginning of the ice spring, and the room is full of spring. His eyes are closed, but they seem to be pearly, shining between the eyelashes. It was a radiant smile that let go of the long-cherished wish after death. Arrogant but not indulgent, flamboyant but not demonic, like the most prosperous and stable begonia blooming, the branches and treetops are solemnly and carefully put on thousands of gentle and thin colors, bright and fragrant, covered with leaves like stars. between.
The ink burned couldn't help but stare...
This is the first time in his two lives that he has seen such a relaxed and lively expression of Chu Wanning. The ink burned stupidly, and suddenly thought of "smiling like a flower", and felt it was inappropriate, and then thought of "a smile and a beautiful life", it felt even more absurd.
In the end, after racking his brains, he couldn't think of a single word to describe the beautiful moment he saw.
I only know that I sigh repeatedly, it's beautiful.
Such a good-looking person, how come... never found it
Blessed to the soul, the ink burned suddenly and whispered: "Master, there is something I want to tell you."
"Um?"
"Mrs. Wang's begonia, I didn't know it was so precious. I picked it up that day and wanted to give it to you."
Chu nightning seemed a little surprised. The sound of the ink burned down, a little embarrassed, and even a little helpless to repeat: "Yes... it's for you."
"What are you doing for me?"
The face of the ink burned couldn't help but turn red: "I, I, I don't know, just, I just think it looks good. I..."
He didn't say any more, but felt a little surprised in his heart. It turned out that he still remembered the feeling of picking flowers for Chu Wanning so long ago
Chu Wanning, who lost the other two souls, is really gentle, just like a cat who has lost his nails, leaving only a tame and soft skin and belly, with round and full snow paw prints.
He touched the ink-burning head and smiled: "It's stupid."
"... um." Mo Ran's eyes were suddenly hot, looking up at him, snorting, "It's stupid."
"Don't do it again next time."
"Don't do it again next time."
The ink burned for a while, and recalled that after he gave up on himself in his previous life, he did evil everywhere, bullied men and women, and made Chu night Ning's anger not light. In the end, the master was disheartened and gave him the sentence that made him hate his whole life. The judgment of "inferior character, hard to cut", I have mixed feelings in my heart. Said: "Master, I promise you that I will not teach you to be disappointed in the future. Be good, not bad."
He didn't read much, and couldn't say too many sonorous promises, but he only felt a rush of blood in his chest, and the soul that was simple and simple when he was young seemed to have finally woken up from its deep sleep.
"Master, my apprentice is stupid. It's only today that I know that you treat me well."
His eyes were burning, he got up from the bed, knelt in front of Chu Wanning, and slammed down.
When he raised it again, the young man's eyebrows were solemn and solemn.
"From now on, Mo Ran will no longer teach you to be ashamed."
The two masters and apprentices talked for a long time, but most of them were talking. When he wanted to feel sorry for someone, he was actually very cute. Chu night listened quietly, shaking his head and smiling from time to time. Unconsciously, the white belly gradually appeared outside the window, as if the thick Huizhou ink had been diluted.
The long night will be central.
Master Guilty was standing beside the stone bridge, and the rushing water splashed the hem of his monk's robe, but he didn't realize it and just waited silently.
A round of rising sun slowly rose to the east, and the rays of light pierced through the forest and pierced the leaves, shining on the rushing yellow spring water. In an instant, the river turned golden, and the waves were like the thin scales on the body of a dragon, and the waves were gleaming with brilliance and brilliance.
He is already in a state of nothingness at this time, and only those who have found the remnant soul of Chu Wanning can see his figure. Both the teacher and Xue Meng have been here, but they have not seen the old monk by the river. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but the rosary beads in his hand kept getting faster and faster and more urgent.
"Wow—"
Suddenly, the rosary beads that had been coiled around for countless rounds scattered, and the stars and moon bodhi fell like rain, and scattered all over the ground.
He opened his eyes abruptly with guilt, pursed his lips, and lost his color.
Such an ominous omen. He rubbed the broken thread of the Buddha beads with both hands, watching the beads in the river splash onto the bank, and the beads on the bank rolled into the river... After a long period of trance, his face gradually turned pale.
"Grandmaster!"
Suddenly someone called him like that.
"Grandmaster!!"
Excited, enthusiastic.
Guilty immediately followed the prestige, and saw that the ink burned with a soul lamp where the golden light and the red light intersected, rushing from a distance like a fly.
The morning sun was originally dazzling, but this young man's eyes were brighter than the early sun, with a crystal-like radiance. He ran to Gui Gui, his cheeks flushed, and he was panting slightly, but he couldn't contain his excitement.
"I found it." The ink burned the hair on the side of the forehead, and held the lantern carrying the soul of Chu nightning in his arms. "He didn't want to see me, he was...here." He pointed to Pointing at the lamp in his arms, he seemed a little reluctant. He hesitated for a moment, and wanted to hand the lamp to Guigui, but his hand stretched out a few inches before taking it back.
Guigui breathed a sigh of relief, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Since you found him, you can just hold it, you don't need to give it to me."
The ink burned and continued to hold it carefully.
Gui Gui picked up the mango stick leaning against the tree, tapped into the river, and a bamboo raft with a green body and a white thread attached to its head appeared out of thin air on the bank.
"It's not too late, please come on board."
The spring at the top of life and death leads to the ghost world. This is a well-known thing, but because of the barrier, it does not mean that you can successfully go to the underworld by following the river.
The bamboo raft of the sinful master cast a spell to make it pass yin and yang, so the boat traveled thousands of miles, and the ink burned alone and sat on it, and within half a day, it came to a waterfall.
Huangquan Waterfall.
This waterfall faces the universe on the top and Jiuyou on the bottom. It is boundless and vast. A roll of bead curtains flew straight down, and the water mist splashed like a thin smoke.
Before the ink burned, the bamboo raft carried him straight and dived towards the huge water curtain like a prehistoric beast. Before he could react, the powerful water column was like countless sharp knives that would tear apart the flesh and blood of the living! breakdown!
"Master!"
At the time of the crisis, the ink burned only the soul lamp in his heart. He tightly guarded the soul lamp in his arms, letting the eddy current swirl, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and he never let go...
After an unknown time, the deafening sound of the waterfall suddenly disappeared.
The lingering torrential rain suddenly came to an end.
Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes and saw that the soul lamp was safe and sound, and he was relieved. When he looked up, he was speechless by the sight in front of him.
The waterfall that traverses the two worlds of Yin and Yang is gone, and a bamboo raft floats on the vast and tranquil lake. The lake is dark blue, with a little bit of starlight flowing, and countless faint souls are like fish, swimming in and out of it. Reeds grow on both sides of the strait, and the hazy brilliance of reeds floats around.
At the left and right ends, in the depths of the reed leaves, a man and a woman floated like a dream, which seemed to be sad, but also serene.
"I entered Lei Yuan, and my limbs were all smashed into mud. My skull fell into the open space, and my eyes were withered and crushed into dust. It ate my heart and the red ants were brilliant. Pecking at my stomach, the vultures were boundless... Only the soul returns... Only the soul come back…”
The clear water of the Yellow Spring flows eastward, and all kinds of things in front of him cannot be chased.
The ink burned on the bamboo raft for a long time, and suddenly, a towering archway appeared in the heavy night.
As he got closer, he saw that the archway was huge and magnificent. But the little things are ingenious and brilliant. It is like an evil beast covered with beeswax beaded, gold, stone, and jade. It is splendid but sinister. It is squatting in the dark night, opening its stench and blood, waiting for countless lonely and wild ghosts throughout the ages to be sent into the stomach.
When I got closer, I saw the turrets ferocious, like fangs piercing the sun, and the head of the beast was majestic, as if listening to the injustice of the world.
Closer. The remnant soul of Chu nightning seems to be uneasy, and the golden brilliance in the lantern is bright and dark, swaying slightly.
"It's okay." Mo Ran felt his unease, held the lamp, his lips were close to the paper, he comforted in a low voice, and sent his spiritual power into more to accompany him.
"Master, don't be afraid, there is me."
The lights flickered, and after a while, it was quiet.
The ink burned down the thick eyelashes, glanced into the lamp, couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand, touched the edge of the lamp, and then hugged tighter.
In the dark night, the three big characters of "Ghost Gate" slammed into it, bright and dazzling, as if they had just been written with the blood of a living person.
The bamboo raft landed, and the ink burned on the Huangquan Road, where even the soil smelled bloody.
As he walked forward, there were more and more people around, men and women, old and young, as well as corpses that died soon after birth, weeping and weeping, and they all floated into the depths of the underworld.
No matter whether he was an emperor or general, rich and glorious, or a commoner, he was impoverished. No matter how many entanglements you bring, you will be buried with them.
At this point, here. This road, only I have to bite the bullet and walk alone.
The ink burned followed the bustling soul flow and came to the entrance of the ghost world.
There was a man sitting there, swinging a palm fan in his hand, looking like a soldier dressed as a soldier. When he died, his stomach was slit open, so his intestines would flow out from time to time.
Impatiently, the gatekeeper stabbed his stomach back with the handle of his fan, raised his eyes and interrogated the newly dead ghost lazily.
"What is your name?"
"Sun Erwu."
"How did you die?"
"I, I am old and dead."
The gatekeeper took a big stamp, and carelessly affixed a stamp "Old and Die" on the body of the ghost world, and handed it to Sun Erwu: "Don't throw away the stamp, if you lose it, go to the Seventeenth Hall to make it up, go, the next one ."
Sun Erwu was very nervous. Probably every person who just died would be nervous because of how heroic and knowledgeable he was during his lifetime. "Then, am I going to go to trial? I'm a good person, and I didn't even feel stupid when I was alive. I wonder if I can steal a good fetus, at least give me a rich wife..."
The old man babbled incessantly, uneasy.
The gatekeeper heard calluses in his ears and waved his hands: "Judgment? It's not yet the sun, there are so many souls in the ghost world, you have to wait ten or eight years to line up for reincarnation, and you will be in the ghost world when it's not your turn. Just wait, it's not too different from the world. When it's your turn, you can tell the judge whether you killed chickens or married a daughter-in-law before your death. The next one."
Sun Erwu was stunned, stammered, and said in a local accent: "Ten years or eight years?"
The ink burned not far away and was surprised to hear: "What? It takes so long to be tried and reincarnated?"
"Of course, but if it's a heinous crime, or a soul that's not quite right, then it's another matter." The gatekeeper heard it and smiled wickedly. He smiled, and the intestines came out again, and he stuffed it again. Go back, "Those who enter the eighteenth floor of purgatory never need to wait long."
Ink burning: "..."
Sun Erwu wanted to ask again, but the patience of the officers and soldiers seemed to be running out, so he kept waving his hands and said, "Let's go, the souls are gone. Everyone is rushing to reincarnate, you old man don't block, let's go. One, the next."
Sun Erwu was slapped by his palm and drove away.
The next one was a young woman, her face was covered with powder, but she was still pretty. As soon as she opened her mouth, her eyes revealed a certain kind of ease and style that was unique to her business, and she said softly, "Master, little girl Jin Hua'er, yes. Killed by bullies…”
All the ghosts, everyone has their own way of dying, and everyone has their own thoughts.
All the chaotic images are settled here. There is nothing more lively and mixed up than this. But the ink burned only the lamp in his arms.
He owes his master, and he doesn't care about anything next to him.
He just needs to find the lonely soul left by his master.
"name?"
The gatekeeper yawned and looked up at the ink burning.
Mo Ran was about to speak, but the guard suddenly sighed, and seemed to realize that this person was not quite right, and suddenly stood up and stared at his face.
"… "
The ink burning is not good, not to mention that he is a person who has died once. I don't know if his soul is weird. Even if not, he is holding another person's remnant soul in his arms, and it is worth interrogating. But there is no second entrance in the ghost world, which is destined to be escaped.
So he had to bite the bullet and face the guard.
The guard narrowed his eyes.
The ink burned and pretended to be calm, and reported to the family: "Ink burning."
The guard was silent.
The ink burns the heart like a drum, but the face is still motionless: "Xu Dao went into the devil, and died like this. Please send me a photo of the body."