Unlike in the Peach Blossom Land, this time he was no longer involved, he was just a bystander, and no one in the memory could see him. juvenile.
A blue vein in the skull kept twitching and beating.
He felt the chills to his bones, goosebumps all over him.
Seeing this scene again, he knew very well what role this young man played in the Lin'an Incident. He betrayed the prefect, Chu Xun, and sacrificed his entire city's life in order to bring his adoptive father back to life.
"Xiaoman, people can't be resurrected from the dead, don't be too sad, we can't stay here for long, let's go back quickly."
"No... no... I'm not going anywhere, I want daddy... He, he was looking for food for me, that's why he died. I'm sorry for him, Daddy! Daddy!"
The ink burned and stared at the boy.
Who is this guy
A sinful father? or…
His eyes fell on Xiaoman's left hand, and there was a black mole the size of a grain of rice at the tiger's mouth.
He suddenly thought of the hand of the Guilty Master, which is also in this position. There is also a mole in the exact same place, and it is exactly the same.
The ink burned in amazement.
At this time, the distant voice sounded slowly again.
"I was born in Lin'an since I was a child. I had no parents and was adopted by a groom in the prefect's manor. When I was fourteen, the sky was split in the ghost world, and Lin'an suffered. There was no rice or food at home. I went out of town to look for food, and I didn't come back in the evening."
terrified-
Guilty, is it really Xiaoman from two hundred years ago? !
Guilty whispered: "When I went out of the city and found him, he had been killed by evil spirits, his stomach was overflowing, and his eyes were pecked by crows. I will never forget that scene in my life."
Mo Ran's ears buzzed, and he followed Xiaoman into the city. Back then, when Lin'an was cracked with blood and rain, the ghost king threatened everyone to hand over Chu Xun. He had seen all of these things once, and when he watched them again, he still felt miserable and miserable, and people's hearts were sinister.
On the night he saw the incident, Xiaoman begged in every possible way, begging everyone not to remove his adoptive father's limbs, and begging the housekeeper to let him wait until Chu Xun returned to see if he could leave his father's whole body.
"I beg you, wait a little longer, the son will be back in a while, I will definitely look at his corpse, if it does, I will definitely stop it, please..."
"You can't stop the corpse, you have to know which one is more important!"
"No! Don't tear him up, please don't tear him up..."
The torrential rain made Xiaoman kneel and kowtow uncontrollably, his head and face covered in blood, but he still couldn't stop him. His father's body was violently pulled out of his arms, and was dragged to the government office by the steward of the prefectural government. In addition, they surrounded the corpse that could mutate at any time.
Xiaoman's vision was blocked, and after a while, he saw blood flowing from the feet of everyone, and was instantly washed into a pale pink by the heavy rain.
"I was selfish at the time, I just felt disheartened and full of resentment towards everyone, so I betrayed Lin'an and recommended myself to be the subordinate of the Ghost King. I wanted to take revenge on them."
With his self-report, Mo Ran once again saw the picture that once shocked his heart.
The mother ate the child's stomach.
The townspeople betrayed their heroes.
Chu Xun knelt on the stone steps in front of the Temple of the City God, stooped into the mud, weeping.
He saw the mob escorting Chu Xun to the temple, like a vulture eating rot, surrounded by a crowd, willing to sacrifice Chu Xun's life in order to survive.
He saw that Chu Xun took out his heart and spiritual core together, and handed it over to the scattered people who were mourning for him, asking them to leave here as soon as possible and stop staying...
Xiaoman also looked at these.
"Later, I went to the ghost world. How many times when I was alone, I would think of the miserable condition of Young Master Chu at that time, the heart he gave, and the way he used to treat us well. Every time I think of these, I feel Feeling uneasy, I can’t escape the inner condemnation more and more.”
Guilty paused.
His voice became extremely painful.
"I'm a traitor."
The ink burns in the heart and can't tell what it feels like.
Good and evil are sometimes just a thought, and some people actually regret the moment the knife is stabbed, but so what
There is no way back.
"Not long after, I heard that Chu Xun's soul was thrown into the underworld. He is a good man. Although his cultivation has not yet reached the peak, he cannot be disintegrated into an immortal, but he is still enough to enter reincarnation, be rich and prosperous in the next life, and enjoy a lifetime of peace and tranquility, but he did not leave. His child, his wife, because of the catastrophe that year, the soul was confused and torn apart, so he went to Yama and begged, willing to use his third blessing in exchange for the liberation of his wife and children. But the final result was not so smooth. "
The ink burned and saw the guilt running around in the ghost world. Because he was ashamed and faceless to Chu Xun, he had been carefully avoiding Chu Xun, but he tried his best to pull the ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers to ask: "Then What about his wife and children? What did Yama say in the end? Can you find a way to piece together their souls and let them re-enter the cycle?"
"Can you think of a way? Please."
"I beg you all to help Mr. Chu Xun think of a way, what kind of price to pay can be negotiated..."
A ghost pawn laughed at him and said, "I heard about your glorious deeds a long time ago. It wasn't you who helped the nine kings and killed the Chu Xun family? Why did you suddenly change your temper when you arrived in the underworld? You are afraid of Chu Xun. I've been a ghost, come to settle with you?"
The ink burned behind the guilt, seeing him begging a lot of people and kneeling a lot of people. Maybe it shouldn't be called a person, it should be called a ghost. But many times, the nature of humans and ghosts is actually the same.
As Chu nightning said, the soul may change its character, change its hobbies, and change its temperament, but its essence will never change because of the reincarnation of life and death.
Guilty inquired about the reincarnation of Chu Xun's wife and children, and was soon found out by the nine kings.
At that time, the nine kings fought against Chu Xun and lost one eye. He had already hated Chu Xun for a long time. Hearing that Xiaoman, his subordinate, was full of guilt and helped the old master secretly ask about the method of reincarnation, and he couldn't help but get angry.
He took back the token of Guilty's freedom to travel to and from the ghost world, sent him back to the world, and took away Guilty's eternal life as a ghost soldier.
"Go back to the world, when all the qi of the underworld dissipates in you, you will die. After you die, you will fall into the endless hell forever, and your soul will never be reborn." The nine kings stared at the only eye that could still be used. Guilty, "This is the price you paid for the old mastermind."
The darkness of the underworld disappeared.
The ink burned and heard the sound of the rain, it was spring, the drizzle was like crispy, moistening the green sprouts.
He saw that he was guilty and became a monk, walking in the spring rain.
"I returned to the human world. At this time, a hundred years have passed in the human world. Although the ghost king took my token, the residual yin in my body can allow me to return to the ghost world when the yin is at its peak, but If I stay for a long time, the loss will be huge. In fact... I am still very afraid of death, so I don't dare to stay in the ghost world for a long time. Only when I really need some clues and some help will I secretly return to the underworld."
The ink burned listening to his low self-report, looking at the mans stick in front of him, walking alone in the bamboo forest with sin, Dongmei lying in the snow, Xia He listening to the rain, he walked alone, from Wanmu Chunsheng to frost Lin dyed through.
The hemp shoes were broken one after another.
Guilty is searching everywhere, inquiring, hoping to get a little bit of records, so that the mother and son whose souls have been destroyed by him can be reincarnated and reborn.
Guilty said, "That's also my chance to atone for a little sin."
Others may not feel anything, but feel that it is ridiculous to be guilty, but when Mo Ran heard this, his eyes were suddenly wet.
Atonement.
Everyone who has made a mistake and wants to repent is like a fish thirsty for water, longing for redemption.
He is like that, and so is sin.
None of them were good people, with blood dripping on their hands and broken heads under their feet.
How to atone.
With the hands that have once killed people and put them back into the pool of merit, can sins be written off? He wished that what is right and wrong in the world, good and evil, and good and bad karma, could be as simple as this.
But he knew it wasn't.
"I've been in this world for nearly a hundred years." Gui Gui sighed slowly, "In the past hundred years, I will help when I am in trouble, and I will save when I see suffering. I know it is useless to do this. No matter how much goodness I accumulate, I will After death, he will still go to purgatory and suffer a lot. But I just want to make my heart feel better, I just think, if the son is still alive, he must… also worry about people’s worries, hardships, right?”
How many past events have flowed by in a hundred years.
He saw a blind orphan with a guilt walking in the mountains and forests, he saw him helping out in the fields, he saw a guilt who sewed old clothes under a solitary lamp, but donated two money to repair the quilt A village destroyed by evil.
"Young Master Chu, there has been no reincarnation. I later picked a splendid begonia in the world. Thinking that this is his and his wife's favorite flower, I became dizzy and plucked up the courage to go to the ghost world to meet him once. Needless to say, he shut me out and prevented me from coming back in the future."
The picture shows the back of Qing Zun standing in the alleys of the ghost world with guilt.
At this time, his back was already slightly hunched.
"I didn't dare to annoy him, so I never appeared in front of him again, but he didn't throw away that bunch of begonias. I think he might still like this worldly thing. If he can't see him in the underworld, I'll pick it up and entrust it to someone. Give it to him. I hope he hates me a little less, even a little bit."
"Later, I heard that Mrs. Chu's soul can be restored, but it will take time, but the young master's three souls and seven souls have been shattered, and I am afraid that Shang Qiangbi will fall into Huangquan, and there will be no more him in the sky and the earth in the future. After hearing the news, I felt even more guilty and remorseful - until one day, I got something."
Moonlit Spring Mountain, on the Yanbo River.
Sitting in the cabin with guilt, the little fishing fires were reflected in the river, and the objects in his hands were also reflected.
The ink burned and went to see, he sat down next to the sin, got close, and found that it was a piece of wood. The wood was strange, and the branches of other trees had rough bark and fine lines, but it didn't.
It is only the size of a palm, the bark is smooth and delicate, exuding a faint luster, even in the illusion, the ink seems to feel that this piece of wood seems to be flowing with a fragrance.
"Emperor Yan Shenmu."
"!"
Mo Ran suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the broken branch that was flowing with brilliance in disbelief.
This is... the Yan Emperor Shenmu? !
Legend has it that the thousand-year-old sacred tree grows in the extreme of the East China Sea, where no one can reach? The ink burned for two lives, and he walked in the rivers and lakes for many years, how could he not know the legend of Yandi Shenmu.
Can live dead human flesh and bones.
It can be tempered into a weapon that is more powerful than Shenwu.
It can even help mortals to soar, get rid of the suffering of reincarnation directly, and establish the immortal class forever.
Gui Gui obviously knew about these rumors, and he said softly: "Shenmu has a spirit, and it is refined into a spiritual core, but it will soar and become an immortal. ... I will no longer have to suffer from the curse of purgatory. From now on, I can be freed."
The ink burned suddenly remembered the rumors about guilt.
It is said that he rejected the invitation from the heavens and stayed in the world for a long time.
Could it be that the truth is that he failed to refine the Yan Emperor Shenmu
"I'm really... I really want to use this piece of sacred wood for my own use. For a while, I even thought it was God's will, that God had mercy on me, forgive me, and didn't want me to fall into hell and suffer, that's why I Let this sacred tree come to me by chance."
In the cabin, he rubbed the sacred wood with guilt, and his eyes flashed with desire and confusion. His expression was so contradictory, just like the voice that echoed in his ears.
"However, I once read in an ancient book that the Yan Emperor Shenmu and Nuwa's relics are the same. With this sacred tree, a living person can be created."