"what?!"
Mo Ran was taken aback and stepped back half a step. If he was not just a vague person in this memory scroll, I am afraid that at this moment, he would have knocked over the rope of the fish basket next to him—
Can Emperor Yan Shenmu recreate living people
"Yan Dimu, Nuwa Tu, and Fuxi Qin, these three artifacts were originally created by the Three Sovereigns, and their spiritual power is extremely pure. According to legend, the first batch of immeasurable immortals in the world were created by these artifacts. Yan Dimu, even without Shennong's penetrating mana, it is not difficult to shape a human being. Just like after the death of Taishi Tongtian, his mother used lotus root to reshape her body. I finally made up my mind and decided to take this piece of divine wood and paint it. Carved into the appearance of Young Master Chu."
The ink burned only to feel that the sky was spinning, and the eyes were dizzy.
Carved into... Young Master Chu... Chu Lan
Gui Gui said: "I want to give back a son of the benefactor."
The ink-burning throat was extremely dry, as if something was blocked, and it took a long time to murmur: "Impossible..."
In the picture scroll, the evening bell of Wubei Temple rang, and the twilight was all around.
The tired birds have also returned to their nests, and the monks have fluttered their robes and long sleeves as they pass under the porch.
The master of sin was sitting in the meditation room with the doors and windows closed, accompanied by the ancient Buddha with green lights, carefully carving it bit by bit. Hundreds and thousands of puppets, until they are vivid, are exactly the same as Chu Lan in memory.
That night, he finally took out the Yan Dimu carefully, and after scrutinizing it for a long time, he dropped the first knife cautiously and carefully.
Sawdust flew up one after another, and when it fell on the ground, it scattered into gold dust.
He did his best for every stroke he made, and every stroke he made was in front of his eyes with the figures of those two old friends. Hundred years of time have been ups and downs under the knife. The old monk buried his head very low, and his neck seemed to have been crushed by sin.
"I closed down here. It took me five years in the temple to finally finish carving 'Chu Lan'."
The ink burned the wood and walked towards the guilt. He watched the monk slowly put down the carving knife. It was the last stroke, and the little bits of ash were brushed off by the guilt.
Trembling with sin, he rubbed the woodcarving son's face and clothes. He cried, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the wooden statue.
The ink burned blankly at the small statue placed on the table.
Shenmu is the body, and guilt is the blade.
The small body is what Chu nightning looked like when he was a child.
At this time, it was evening, the bell rang, and there was only the last bit of blood from the setting sun left between the sky and the earth, which sprinkled in through the window lattice and shone on several cases.
The sound of bells at sunset spread all over the temple, and there were monks burning cypress and pine leaves outside the courtyard. The fragrant fragrance was also contaminated with some bitterness and coldness.
The night is approaching, the temple is peaceful.
"Just call you, Chu nightning."
The last blow, Hong Zhong, fell, and whispered to the wooden statue with guilt.
He bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood that was full of metallic spiritual power. In an instant, the room was filled with brilliant light.
The ink burned his eyelashes and closed his eyes in this Huaguang. His eyelids couldn't stop shaking. He tried to see everything in the light, but because of the hazy tears and dazzling light, he couldn't see anything clearly. Can't see anything.
When I was stabbed to the point of completely closing my eyes, what the ink burned was—
Chu nightning has already known all this, how much pain should his heart be
Not a living person.
No father or mother.
Just a piece of dead wood and a drop of blood.
In a daze between heaven and earth, he lived for more than thirty years.
"Shenmu has a spirit, and after dripping blood into a human being, it really turned into the appearance of Chu Lan's little son. I raised him in a monastery and adopted him as an apprentice. Slowly, he grew up. I started to ask myself about my background and where I came from."
Mo Ran saw Chu nightning sitting next to the master of sin when he was a child, while eating sugar gourd, and asked: "Master, you always said that I was brought back from the snow by you, so where did you put it? What did I bring back?"
His guilt-bearing eyes turned to the distant mountain Handai, he froze for a while, and then said two words like a sigh.
"Lin'an."
"So I'm from Lin'an?"
"Um."
"But I have never been out of the temple. I don't know what Lin'an is like." Chu nightning looked a little frustrated, "Master, I want to go down the mountain to see the outside. I... want to see Lin'an."
The illusion gradually faded away, and the Temple of No Sorrow was far away, followed by the bright summer scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.
It was June, the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were beautiful and upright, Fang Fei was tangy, and Chu Wanning, who was a circle smaller than Xia Sini, walked on the bluestone road with guilt and followed him.
"Wanning, walk slowly and be careful of falling."
Chu nightning turned back with a smile.
It was a tender, youthful, carefree smile that Mo Ran had never seen before.
"Okay, I'll wait for Master."
At that time, Chu nightning, wearing a blue-gray little monk's robe, no hair loss, tied a small bun, with a lotus leaf on his head, and the lotus leaf was still stained with some crystal clear dew, lining Chu nightning His face became clearer and clearer.
Guilty walked to him and took his hand: "Okay, I've seen West Lake, where do you want to go next?"
"Would you like to go eat something?"
"Then..." Wynn paused, "go to the city."
They brought them into the city, and the ink burned by their side. He looked at Chu nightning with the lotus leaf, and he couldn't even reach his knees. He was pitiful and sad.
He stretched out his hand, knowing that he couldn't touch the people in the illusion, but he still stretched out and touched Chu Wanning's head.
"Um?"
Unexpectedly, under this touch, Chu nightning suddenly stopped.
Guilt graciously asked, "What's wrong?"
Chu nightning raised his head and raised his face, those eyes were in the sun, as clear as two springs, impartially, and fell on the ink burnt.
The ink burned almost stunned, only the heartbeat was pounding, and the blood flow was rushing.
He felt incredible, but secretly looked forward to…
"what is that?"
Chu nightning let go of the guilty hand and walked towards the ink.
The more the ink burned, the more uncomfortable he felt. He had never seen such a carefree, slender-looking Chu Wanning. He couldn't help leaning down and opened his arms involuntarily, wanting to hug him.
But Chu nightning went straight through his phantom.
The ink burned for a moment, turned around, and saw that the child walked to a dim sum shop behind him, looking up at the stall owner to open the bamboo cage, the smoke rose and steamed, revealing a pale pink flower cake inside.
The ink burned and the heart was slightly loose, and then there was a trace of disappointment.
It's really just a coincidence.
He walked over with the sin, and Chu nightning saw the sin coming, and smiled: "Master, this cake looks delicious."
"Would you like to taste it?"
"is it okay?"
The guilty expression seemed a little dazed: "You all like it..."
Chu nightning heard it, opened his eyes slightly, and asked innocently: "Everyone likes it?"
Gui Gui pursed his lips and said, "...It's nothing. Master thought of an old friend."
He bought three glutinous rice cakes with money, and thoughtfully watched Chu Wanning take a bite, the steam rose, blurring the child's face.
The past is like a river, rolling by.
Guilty sighed softly and closed his eyes.
Suddenly his sleeve was lightly tugged, and he lowered his head. What he saw was a cake that was cut in half. The red bean paste inside was delicate and soft, exuding the fragrance of heat and dessert.
"Half of Shizun, half of me. The big one is for Shizun."
"Why give me the big one?"
"The taller you are, the more you eat."
"..." Mo Ran looked at the guilt and took the cake, and Chu Wanning and the two stood at the stall eating snacks and talking. He was silent for a moment, standing under the bright Lin'an sunshine, smiling slightly.
It hurts.
But he felt that there was spring water flowing in his heart. He felt that no one would not be soft-hearted and would not love this kind of Chu Wanning.
That's the nicest kid in the world.
The prosperous sunshine in front of me has faded again.
This time, the new picture did not appear immediately, and the ink burned standing in the darkness, and there was a guilt-like voice like a ghost in the ear.
"I spend all day with him, teaching him to read, to read, to teach him scriptures, and to be sensible. But what I care about most is his magic - I still haven't forgotten that I created such a child in order to finally make him Return it to my benefactor. I have planned from the beginning that when Chu Wanning grows up and can bear his spiritual power and body, I will take him to the ghost world."
She felt guilty for a while, and her voice became even lower.
"Take it over and smelt the broken soul left by Young Master Chu Lan into his body."
Ink burning: "!"
Huai sin hoarsely said: "I thought it was not wrong to do so at that time. What is Chu nightning? He is not a real living person, he is just a piece of wood, a wood carving, I gave him his life and taught him The truth of dealing with the world, but in the end, the blood flowing on his body is not real blood, and the muscles covering his bones are not real flesh."
The ink burned was already haunted, and when he heard the sin, he couldn't help it anymore, and he shouted: "No!"
But what's the use
Guilty couldn't hear his resentful rebuttal, and the monk's voice was still like a vortex, rolling the ink into a deeper and more painful vortex.
"Chu nightning is redundant, he has no life and no soul."
"No!! Why doesn't Shenmu have a soul? He has life, he has a soul! He is not anyone! He is not like anyone!" The ink burned like a trapped beast in the illusion, "It's you who is guilty. You raised him, you look at him every day... Isn't he alive? What's the difference between him and you and me?"
But the guilt is still muttering to himself, like the numbness of chanting in front of the Buddha, the words that have been tempered and forged from the lips and teeth.
"He is a fleshly body that I carved for Chu Lan. Only Chu Lan's soul lives in, and Chu nightning is considered a complete person."
The ink burned is almost creepy. He didn't know what happened behind him, but he felt that he was going crazy, almost crazy. He was running in the dark, but there was an abyss everywhere, and there was no source. He couldn't help muttering, The murmuring turned into a roar: "No! You can't destroy him, guilt, he has a soul in his body, he is a living person..."
He knelt down.
He was suddenly so frightened, even more frightened than the exposure of the truth in his previous life.
He was suddenly afraid that he would see the crime of taking Chu nightning to the ghost world, opening his chest, and integrating the spirit core with Chu Lan's soul.
What about the original Chu nightning
The spirit of Chu Wanning's Shenmu will leave, and the six reincarnations, where can he go with a piece of broken wood
The sky, the ground, the clouds, the yellow spring.
He won't be wanted anywhere.
"No... Guilty... You can't..." The ink burned, the lips were blue and white, "You can't..."
How can there be no soul
Why isn't he alive
The child who was running and dancing on the road with a grin and a grin on his face.
The child who carefully broke off the flower cake and gave the big one to the master and the small one to eat by himself.
He is still so young, but he is more affectionate and righteous than many people.
He is no less than any flesh-and-blood life.
How could it not be alive...
But the desperate pleas and screams of burning ink can't wake up the guilt.
The knot of sin for a hundred years is here. He feels that he owes the Chu Xun family. He has gone through countless hardships to create such a righteous body.
"Day by day, Chu Wanning grew up slowly. He is the body of Chu Lan's resurrection. I worry about his life and well-being far better than worrying about myself. So over the years, I have only been five or six years old when he was five or six years old. I took him to live in Lin'an for a few months, and after that, I never left the Wubei Temple for half a step."
With a sigh of sin, he continued: "Sometimes I wonder, is it pitiful that I have seen the world's love and moon? He lived to be fourteen years old, and he has never been anywhere except Lin'an. He has some from beginning to end. It’s all just that side of the Heaven and Earth in the Zen Temple of Wubei Temple, the size of spring and autumn.”
The eyes finally lit up again.
It was a moonlit night, and Mo Ran first saw the sin standing at the door of the meditation room and looked out of the courtyard.
He was also busy walking over, and under the frosty moonlight, he saw the fourteen-year-old Chu Wanning was dancing the sword, the Begonia flowers were flying, and the boy in white was like a fairy under the reflection of the petals and the cold moon.
The voice of guilt still lingered in his ears, along with the sound of the sharp sword breaking through the sky.
"But I also think that it's a good thing to see less. There are too many sufferings in the world. If this divine wood spirit is destined to have only a short life of more than ten years, and then it will be replaced by Chu Lan, then it will be easy to live. , frank, magnanimous, I don’t know the suffering of the world, will it be more kind?”
Complete the sword dance.
Remnants fall.
Chu nightning put the long sword behind his arm, raised his fingers on the other hand, and was calm.
He calmed down his slightly rapid breathing, raised his head, saw Guilty looking at him, and smiled.
The supper was blowing his forehead, it was a little itchy, he blew lightly, trying to blow away the broken hair that kept scratching his cheek, but it was obviously useless, so he finally had to brush it with his hand, Mo Heifeng. He looked back at Guilty with a smile.
That is also the direction in which the ink burned.
"Master."
"Yeah. Not bad." Gui Gui nodded, "Come here, I'll test how your spiritual core is cultivating now."
Chu nightning walked over without any doubt, opened the snow-white sleeves, and handed his hand to Gui Gui.
After a test, he said guilty: "It's very strong, but it's still a little unstable. Practice more. Before winter, you should be able to achieve great success."
Chu nightning smiled and said: "Thank you, Master."
When he said this sentence, I don't know if it was an illusion, and the ink burned the shoulder of sin, and seemed to tremble slightly.
But after all, Guilty said nothing, expressed nothing, and did not change.
He turned and entered the house.
The ink burned in the same place, and he no longer looked at the guilt in the house. He was eager, eager, and greedy to look at the young Chu nightning who would disappear at some point in front of him.
Still clean, pure, even gentle.
How can such a person have no soul
His eyes fell, and he had no intention of seeing the undulating chest under the white shirt of Chu Ningning.
Mo Ran suddenly remembered something, and suddenly felt the five thunders hit the top, as if a boulder fell in the chest, stirring up a thousand layers of waves.
"no no… "
He took a step back.
But what can be done
Memories have stretched out their ferocious claws, digging into his internal organs.
He remembered that Chu nightning had a scar on his chest.
… he was opened up! He He…
The ink burned and trembled, and Chu nightning in front of him danced the sword under the moon and stepped on the flying flowers.
So handsome.
But he felt as if a bucket of ice had fallen into his stomach, and he only shuddered.
He was... cut through his chest...
So is guilt really done in the end
He really took Chu Wanning to the ghost world and fused Chu Lan's soul fragments into Chu Wanning's heart, so the original Chu Wanning is no longer there, so-
He hugged his head, and he curled up on the ground.
He was trembling, not daring to think about it any longer.
pain.
My heart hurts.
The one who would rather have his heart dug out is himself, and the one who would rather be stripped of his original soul is himself.
Chu nightning.
He is so good.
Why do you have to suffer so much, and finally end up with a verdict of "not a living person", and the person who created the life regarded it as a lifeless body to carry another life
Then who is the master he worships
Is it Chu Lan, or is it Chu Wanning
Mo Ran only felt that he was going crazy, his head throbbed, and he even felt dizzy and nauseated. He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the same place.
Later, it got dark, and the meditation room and the flowers and trees disappeared.
Chu nightning also faded away.
The sinful voice slowly flowed in the darkness.
He said: "When Chu Wanning was fourteen years old, the time was ripe. I plan to take him to the ghost world in another year to merge with Chu Lan."