The ink burned and followed him upstairs in a confused manner, his feet creaked strangely on the wooden steps that had been in disrepair, and he couldn't help asking: "You call him Mr. Chu?"
"Yeah, he was sent by Yama himself to take care of this building, and he is our elder."
"… "
The ink burned without saying a word, but I was a little surprised in my heart.
"It's here." The masked man stopped, stopped in front of a half-moon-shaped arch on the second floor, and knocked lightly on the hidden scarlet carved door, "Mr. Chu, your old friend is looking for you."
It was quiet for a while inside, and then I remembered the gentle voice, like warm wine on the stove, soft hair on the pillow.
"Old man? It's him again? I said, I don't want to see him again. Let him go back."
The masked man coughed lightly: "No, Mr. Chu misunderstood, it's not him this time."
"Who else could that be?" After a moment of silence, he said, "Forget it, please come in."
The inside of the warm pavilion is very elegant and pure, and the furniture of the tables and chairs is even a little cold. But the ground was covered with luxurious soft felt, the ink burned in, and half of the foot was immediately immersed in it, and there was also a pungent smell of animal fur in the air. What was out of tune with this aura was the man who was trimming the branches by the Xuan window.
He has long black hair, white clothes and wide sleeves, and the scarlet flower buds quivered lightly at his translucent fingertips. Perhaps because of the consistent rules of Shunfeng Building, he also wore a navy blue grimace mask on his face, and his fangs were fierce and fierce. But even with such a mask on his face, it was inexplicably gentle.
He cut off the excess twigs, gathered them in one place and discarded them, and then turned his head.
Mo Ran felt that his throat was dry. The conversation between the mask and Chu nightning just made him confused and vaguely uneasy. He didn't know what this soul lost. If Chu nightning doesn't remember him...
Just thinking about it, the man put down the flower scissors and walked towards him.
The ink burns that the sky is not afraid of the earth, and I feel a little flustered, and there is a thin sweat on the vest.
"Master."
The man stopped and got a little closer. The ink burned to hear that he seemed to laugh.
"What kind of master?" he said, "Can the young master recognize the wrong person?"
really…
Afraid of what to come.
The ink burned in the heart, and there seemed to be a boulder in the chest that slammed down, bringing him into the endless abyss. He stared blankly at the man in front of him, not knowing what to say for a while.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the man put his slender and fair hands on the mask, and gently took off the heavy-colored grimace, revealing Zhang Qingjun's dignified face.
Mo Ran felt that the heavy boulder disappeared suddenly.
He was surprised, but looked at the man who took off the mask with no doubt, and blurted out, "Chu Xun?"
No wonder the little master downstairs gets the portrait wrong. Chu Xun and Chu Ningning were originally eight-point similar, but Chu Xun was soft, and Chu Ningning was cold. But only a very familiar person can tell the difference between the two.
Such as ink burning.
The man in front of him was Chu Xun, the young master of Lin'an City, whom he had seen in an illusion more than two hundred years ago, so he called out his name without hesitation.
But the real Chu Xun had never seen him, so he was a little surprised and said with a smile, "...Do you really know me?"
Mo Ran hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I'm looking for the wrong person. But I do know you..." He said, looking at each other curiously, Chu Xun was a person who died a hundred years ago, but he has not died yet. , Apparently it was Yama who entrusted him with the task to let him temporarily escape from reincarnation.
I didn't expect to see the ancestors of Chu nightning, and the ink burned only felt very mysterious.
Chu Xun nodded and said, "So that's the case." Then he smiled, "Who is the young master looking for? Since you have the fate to come upstairs, I will help you find it. Otherwise, there are thousands of ghosts in the vast Nanke Township. I don't know what year Ma Yue went to find."
Mo Ran originally planned to explain two sentences and went downstairs to find someone again. Who knew that Chu Xun was so warm-hearted and did not change it when he was a ghost. He was willing to help him personally, and he couldn't help but be very happy and said: "That's really too much. Alright. There's Mr. Lau Chu!"
As he spoke, he handed the portrait to Chu Xun.
Chu Xun took a look at it and said with a smile, "No wonder the people below make a mistake. It really looks a bit like me. What's his name?"
"Chu nightning." Mo Ran said, "His name is Chu nightning."
"Also surnamed Chu?... It's a coincidence."
Mo Ran's heart moved and asked: "Will it be Mr.'s relatives?"
"I can't tell. To see the various states of the world, you need to go to the ninth king of the ghost world. I... have a life and death grievance with the nine kings.
Naturally, he was talking about the ghost king who broke the Lin'an barrier and killed his family. Poke the scar, even for a person as calm as him, his expression is not only a little obscure.
Mo Ran thought that this time, the connection between Chu nightning and Chu Xun could be confirmed, but unexpectedly it was like this, so he had to shake his head: "It's a pity."
Chu Xun smiled and didn't speak any more. He went to the museum shelf to get a gilt yin and yang pattern compass, and asked the ink to burn and take a seat.
"You can tell where he is with this?"
"Nine times out of ten."
"What's the matter with one or two?"
"Some people's soul power is always a little strange, and it's possible to find it." Chu Xun said, "But it's not common, the young master should not be so unlucky."
The fortune-telling was settled, and a small golden needle in the compass pointed tremblingly to the north, but after a while, it turned to the south, then suddenly went east, suddenly west, and finally spun again.
Chu Xun: "..."
The ink burned carefully: "How is it?"
"Cough." Chu Xun coughed lightly, looking a little embarrassed, "Little Young Master... It's really unfortunate."
Ink burning: "..."
In fact, the luck of burning ink is often not good, and I know that it will not be so smooth. He sighed, thanked Chu Xun, and prepared to join the vast sea of people again and continue to find the whereabouts of Chu Wanning.
Unexpectedly, the frantic rotation of the compass suddenly stopped, and the pointer pointed in a certain direction, trembling, and seemed not so sure. After a while, it pointed to a slightly off position.
Chu Xun hurriedly called him: "Little Young Master, you wait."
The ink burned immediately, and looked at the compass with bated breath at the table. The pointer swayed left and right, but it didn't stop, but it pointed out a direction.
Chu Xun frowned and said, "What's going on..."
"Does this represent a vision?"
"The vision isn't that bad, but it's very strange." Chu Xun looked at the compass, frowning deeper and deeper, "It seems that there are his figures in both directions?"
The ink burned suddenly.
how is this possible
Now that the soul is in the body of Chu Wanning, the human soul is in the soul lamp, and there should be only one soul left in the ghost world. How can Chu Wanning appear in two places at the same time
Chu Xun said: "In short, one from the southeast and the other from the northeast, the young master went to look for it, and took a look. Maybe the compass was affected by some spells. It's not accurate, and it's hard to say."
The ink burned very anxiously, thanked Chu Xun, and hurried out of the Shunfeng Building and ran to the east.
After running for a long time, I suddenly encountered a fork in the road, and the ink burned suddenly stopped.
Southeast or Northeast
He was holding the soul lantern, and his heart was burning, but after a while, he looked at the lantern in his hand that gathered human souls, and suddenly there seemed to be a vague and strange perception in his heart.
Following this vague perception, he walked along the narrow streets and deep alleys that crisscrossed each other.
The further you go, the more pronounced this feeling becomes.
He even felt that the soul of Chu nightning was calling the soul lamp in his hand invisibly, or calling him to go to a place.
The ink burned finally stopped in front of a two-story old wooden building.
"Sick Soul Hall."
He raised his head and glanced at the huge and heavy hanging plaque. The plaque has been exposed to the wind and the sun all the time, and the black paint has peeled off, and the red floating text on it has lost a large piece of color, revealing the mottled and moldy rotten wood below.
The ink burned and frowned, and his heart was stunned, feeling that these three words made him very uneasy.
Sick soul... What do you mean
Is Chu Xun's compass malfunctioning for this reason
He pushed open the door, stepped over the high threshold, and walked in.
He soon knew the answer.
There are hundreds of beds in the sick soul hall, and there are some unconscious souls lying on them. More than a dozen ghosts wearing white masks shuttled through it, delivering spiritual energy to the sickbed.
The so-called sick soul hall is the sitting medical hall in the ghost world.
The ink burned to find the ghost doctor who was coordinating the overall situation in the innermost, and bowed to him, saying: "Doctor, I think..."
The doctor was very busy, so he said impatiently, "On the second floor of the medicine, there is a queue on the left for diagnosis."
"What about looking for someone?"
"Looking for someone... what? Looking for someone?"
The ink burned and showed him the scroll: "Have the doctor ever seen this fairy?"
The ghost doctor took the picture scroll and looked at it, and then raised his head and looked at the ink burning, the black hole of the mask hole, a pair of eyes seemed to have some pity: "Your relative?"
"Oh, yes."
"His soul is damaged." The ghost doctor pointed to the stairs, "Lie down in the innermost compartment upstairs. We can't cure this kind of disease, so we can only hold on to it, you can find him yourself."
The ink burned: "The soul of the earth is damaged? How can it be damaged?"
"Who knows? The six-path reincarnation is a very painful thing. Maybe his soul was damaged when he was reincarnated a few times before, but he has been cultivating Dao in this life, and maybe he went into the devil and hurt his soul. In short, it's not complete. You Ask me who I ask."
The ink burned anxiously: "Then... what will the loss of the soul of the earth affect?"
"Influence?" The ghost doctor thought for a while, "It's okay, after all, only one of the three souls is a little incomplete, and it doesn't affect his reincarnation. To be honest, what's the matter... Probably a shorter life in the next life. , less luck, or weaker body."
"..." Mo Ran listened, although he was quite unwilling, but he also suffered from nothing, so he had to thank the ghost doctor first, and then went upstairs.
The layout on the top is not as compact and dense as the bottom, which is breathless.
Perhaps because all the remnants of the sick soul hall could not be rescued, they did not need much care. There was only one medical officer idly sleeping on a rattan chair in the foyer.
The ink burned without waking him up, and went straight inside.
In the huge empty space, there were only ten or twenty sick beds, leaning against the red rosewood window, and a plain screen was drawn between each other.
Silent all around.
The foot stepped on the floor and made a crunching sound, and the burning eyes fell on the innermost compartment, where there was a half-moon-shaped arch, and outside the arch was an open-air terrace, and the moonlight hung through it. The thin gauze curtain penetrated, and the breeze swayed.
There are obviously more than 20 sick souls here, but for some reason, there is a strong perception.
Perhaps it was the Soul Guiding Lamp that led him all the way forward in the dark, and he walked to the innermost room without any hesitation, into the pure and hazy moonlit night.
He raised his hand and opened the curtain.
The last lonely soul of Chu nightning was really lying there. He closed his eyes and his face was very pale, which was so similar to the corpse parked in the Shuangtian Temple.
Rao found him, Rao was reborn in sight, and Mo Ran saw such a blood-stained, cold and thin figure, but he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart and a sour nose.
He walked over and put the soul lamp on the bedside.
Then he sat on the edge of Chu night Ning Dihun's bed and wanted to gently hold the other party's cold hand.
But this remnant soul is different from the previous human soul, perhaps because of the severe loss, his spiritual body is actually nothing, and the ink-burning fingertips can't touch him, so it passes through the void of Chu nightning's soul. The shadow fell on the white mattress.
Because of this nothingness, the ink burns gave birth to some bitter and unbearable loss.
If there is a slight difference, if the master of sin has never appeared, if the soul of Chu nightning is broken more, if the master is disheartened, the heaven and the earth will not meet...
He lowered his body, knowing that he couldn't resist Chu nightning's forehead, but he still couldn't help it, closing his eyes, as if to hold the ethereal soul, and leaned over the seat.
"Master."
He overlaps with his dead soul, and the moonlight shines, regardless of you and me.
The ink burned like a sigh, and he took a long breath, but his heart was bitter and heavy.
He has seen the body of Chu Wanning, the human soul of Chu Wanning, and now he has seen this sick soul. Every time he sees one, he feels different. He knelt down in front of the corpse, and his sins and guilt almost shredded him. He repented in front of the soul, holding hands and begging Chu Wanning to come back.
And the soul.
He tried to embrace each other, but he couldn't catch or touch anything. Suddenly, there was boundless panic in his heart, and he felt that this was the ending he deserved.
He was full of guilt and blood. What kind of virtue can he have, can he be with his old friends and never be separated
The ink burned and closed the eyes, and the eyelashes seemed to be a little wet, soaking the thin pillow.
He once thought that God treated him poorly, but now it seems absurd like a joke. It turns out that this is not the case. It turns out that God treats him very kindly, but his heart is too thin, and everything is dark.
It's his bad.
He was shocked to realize that he had taken such a road of no return. He wanted to turn back now. He wanted to use the rest of his life to make up for it, and to pay it back with the rest of his life.
What is stepping on the fairy, what is the emperor of the human world.
No more.
He just wants to come here and be the righteous person that Chu nightning has always hoped him to do.
Some people say that knowing mistakes can make a big difference.
But his fault was too deep.
He doesn't know how long it will take to repay, and maybe on the day of death, he still can't get rid of this endless remorse. After all, the marks scratched in the water can return to calm, but the wounds pierced into the wood will always penetrate the bones.
"Master." After a long time, he was immersed in the moonlight and in the almost transparent soul of Chu Wanning. He said that his voice was like coaxing a child, "Let's go, we're going back."
He straightened up and lifted the spirit lamp.
The mantra was recited silently, the soul of the earth entered the lamp, and the thin shadow soon sank into the lamp core and disappeared without a trace.
The ink burns and waits.
But after waiting for a long time, the local soul and the human soul were completely integrated, and after a long time, there was still no movement.
The burning face suddenly paled.
What's wrong? !
Doesn't it mean that after the fusion of the soul of the earth and the soul of the human being, he can bring Chu Wanning back to the world
Could it be that the spell of the Master Guilty Master has failed? !
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