The Chenghuang Temple is the edge of Chu Xun's magic power. The steps of the Chenghuang Temple can still be protected by the enchantment, but the temple itself can no longer be covered by the enchantment.
Inside the temple, the lights are dimly lit.
More than a dozen ghosts who had rebuilt their fleshly bodies stood on both sides, a woman in red was bound, with her back to the crowd, looking up at the statues enshrined on the table.
Beside her, Xiaoman stood with his eyes down, with a young child under his command.
Chu Xun lost his voice: "Lan'er!"
This child is none other than Chu Xun's son, Chu Lan. The ink burned in the heart, and the taste of the half of the flower cake seemed to be still between the lips and teeth. He saw that the little son was restrained and wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Chu nightning.
"do not go."
"why!"
Chu nightning glanced at him and said softly: "They are all people who died two hundred years ago. Now this illusion has become reality, I am afraid you will be injured."
"..." The ink burned and then remembered that it was indeed the case, no matter what you do, the dead are dead, and nothing can be changed.
The little son was crying outside the barrier, shouting in a vague way: "Daddy! Daddy save me! Daddy save Lan'er!"
Chu Xun's lips trembled slightly, and he said sharply at Xiaoman, "What are you doing? I didn't treat you badly, you let him go!"
Xiaoman turned a deaf ear, and lowered his face, as if he hadn't heard anything, but he could see the hesitation in his heart by holding Chu Lan's hands. There was a black mole on the tiger's mouth on his left hand, and the back of his hand was protruding, and he couldn't stop shaking.
At this time, the city residents who had gathered in the prefect’s mansion were also chasing after them. When they saw the scene in the temple, they were all shocked and angry, and they whispered:
"That's the son of the son..."
"how so… "
Xiaoman lifted the knife and let go of the red-clothed woman's rope. The woman regained her senses and turned her head slowly. She was extremely beautiful, pure and beautiful, with a beautiful neck, but her face was as pale as paper, but her lips were as red as red. Blood, smiling at Chu Xun, is actually more frightening than charming.
The ethereal candlelight illuminated her face looking forward to love. The moment she saw her face clearly, Chu Xun and some older people in the crowd behind him all froze.
The woman's smile was dyed with a trace of sadness, and she said softly, "Husband."
Ink burning: "!!"
Chu nightning: "..."
This woman is none other than Chu Xun's late wife!
Madam Chu's eyes wandered and she wanted to take her son from Xiaoman. Xiaoman refused at first, but Mrs. Chu, as a ghost clan, was far stronger than him when she was freed from the confinement, and she took the child with a little force. It's a pity that she contracted the disease and died before the child was a full moon. Therefore, the young master had never seen her mother's appearance, and she was still crying for a while, calling her father and asking Chu Xun to save him.
"Good boy, don't cry, your mother will take you to find your father."
Mrs. Chu's pair of jade arms as slender as autumn reeds hugged the child, picked him up, and slowly walked out of the temple gate, walking along the bluestone steps soaked by the rain, all the way to the Shangqing barrier, standing in front of Chu Xun, eyebrows. Between joy and sorrow, sorrow and joy.
"Husband, after years of separation, you... are you doing well?"
Chu Xun couldn't say a word, his drooping fingertips kept trembling, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked at the woman behind the barrier, and his eyes gradually turned red.
Mrs. Chu said softly: "Lan'er is so old, and you are a lot more calm. It's a little different from what I thought.... Let me take a good look at you."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and stuck it on the barrier, but because of her ghostly body, she couldn't get over it, and she silently looked at the people behind her through a barrier that was flowing with bright light.
Chu Xun closed his eyes, but his eyelashes were wet.
He also raised his hand, pressed the palm of Mrs. Chu's palm across the barrier, opened his eyes again, and the two looked at each other in life and death, just like yesterday.
Chu Xun choked: "Madam..."
The family has been separated by yin and yang since many years ago, but it can be counted even by pinching fingers.
"Is the begonia flower I planted next to the courtyard still alive?"
Chu Xun smiled, but tears welled up in his eyes: "Everything looks like a roof."
Mrs. Chu seemed to be delighted, and said warmly, "That's great."
Chu Xun also tried his best to smile and said, "Lan'er likes that begonia tree the most. In spring, he always plays under the tree. He loves begonia flowers as much as you. Every year... every year is clear..." He couldn't make a happy face anymore, his forehead was against the edge of the barrier, tears kept rolling down, and he couldn't cry, "Every Qingming, he picks one of the most beautiful flowers to put in front of his mother's tomb. Waner, Waner, you Did you see it? Every year… every year, did you see it?”
In the end, the choked throats were broken, and the words wept with blood were actually weeping, and there was no more gentleman's posture.
Mrs. Chu's eyes were also red, but because she was a ghost, she had no tears to shed, but her expression was sad, but it also made the audience embarrassed.
There was silence all around for a while, and no one spoke anymore, they all silently looked at the scene in front of them, and someone was sobbing lowly.
However, at this time, a cold voice came from the air.
"Of course she knows, but soon, she won't know."
The face of the ink burned suddenly changed: "It's the ghost king!"
Chu nightning is also extremely gloomy: "Shameless villain, actually dare not show up!"
The ghost king hissed and laughed, like sharp nails tearing the bottom of the pot, which was horrifying to hear.
"Lin Wan'er is already in the blood of my ghost clan. Originally, I didn't want to hurt her, but if you want to oppose me and destroy me, I will dig your heart and let you hurt more than me!"
The voice fell, and more than a dozen ghosts in the temple opened their mouths, each chanting a spell.
"Every heart is dead, and the past is gone—"
Madam Chu suddenly widened her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Husband, Lan'er, take over Lan'er!!"
"Every heart is dead, the old man is gone—"
"Lan'er! Quick! Go to your father's place!"
Mrs. Chu pushed the child and wanted to pass him through the barrier, but the little son was blocked by the film like a ghost, and he could not return it.
Xiaoman stood in front of the temple fence, looking down at them from top to bottom, his face seemed sad and happy, his originally handsome face was almost distorted.
"It's useless. I followed the instructions of the ghost king and stamped the mark of the ghost clan on him. Now he is like a ghost, and he can't enter the Shangqing enchantment for half a step."
The mantra behind him is like a tidal chanting, constantly rising and falling: "Every heart is dead, and knowledge is extinguished—"
"Husband!!" Madam Chu was already in a panic, she hugged the child in her arms and banged outside the barrier, "Husband, you remove the barrier, you remove the barrier, let Lan'er in, you protect He, you protect him—I—I’m about to… I…”
"All the hearts are dead, the kindness is gone—"
"Husband!!!"
Madam Chu knelt down with a plop, her eyes wide open, trembling uncontrollably, a blood-red curse mark gradually climbed up her face, "Child - Lan'er... You promised me, take good care of him... Remove... please Please... remove... husband!!"
Chu Xun was already heartbroken, he raised his hand several times to perform surgery, but finally fell down again.
Chu Lan was crying outside, looking up with tears all over his face, stretched out his small hand and cried, "Daddy, you don't want Laner anymore... daddy, hug Laner...Daddy hug..."
Mrs. Chu kept her arms around him and kissed the child's cheek. One of the mother and son was kneeling and the other was crying, begging Chu Xun to open the barrier of the Shangqing and let the child pass.
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "Young Master! No! You can't withdraw the barrier, and the rest of the hundreds of city residents in Lin'an will have to die - this is a trick of the ghost world! Master! You can't withdraw!"
"Yeah, the barrier can't be withdrawn!" The desire to survive made one after another commoner knelt down and kowtowed to Chu Xun, and Ai Ai screamed, "Young master, I beg you, the barrier can't be withdrawn! Withdraw everyone! will die!"
"Madam, please..." More people knelt down and bowed to Madam Chu, "Madam, you are merciful, you are a bodhisattva, we will all be grateful to Dade for the rest of our lives, please, don't let the young master withdraw from the enchantment. ,please… "
In an instant, except for the guards of the prefect's mansion and a few people who did not kneel and plead, the rest of the people cried aloud, and the momentum instantly covered the pleas of Mrs. Chu and the young master outside the enchantment.
It was as if Chu Xun was standing on a sharp cone, and it was as if he had been stabbed into his lungs by tens of thousands of sharp knives.
In front of him are his wife and children, and behind him are the lives of a hundred people.
In such torment, he seemed to have died, engulfed by the fire, and his bones were turned to ashes.
The chanting of the ghosts kept going, but it became more and more sharp.
"Every heart is dead, and the seven emotions are gone—"
"Every heart is dead, and the six desires are extinguished—"
The spells on Mrs. Chu's face became more and more, climbing all the way up from her fair neck, covering almost her entire face. into her eyes.
It seemed that it was difficult for her to make a complete voice in her throat, and she only looked at her husband in despair and murmured brokenly.
"If you... I... would... hate you... you... put Lan'er... I hate... I... "
The curse lines soaked her eyes, and her weak body trembled suddenly, as if the pain was unbearable, and she closed her eyes tightly.
"I hate!!!"
Suddenly there was a shrill scream, but the final sound became a beast-like howl!
Mrs. Chu suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were full of blood, and four pupils were born in the originally soft almond eyes, which were densely close to each other, squeezing out all the whites of the eyes.
"Wan'er!!"
Chu Xun was so grief-stricken that he forgot for a while that the Shangqing Barrier had to stand in it for the spell caster to take effect. Sora, the swish sound pierced into his shoulders with precision and ruthlessness, preventing him from reaching out his hand.
It was actually a young man from the prefect's mansion, still maintaining the posture of pulling a bow and shooting arrows.
The young man went hunting and said to Chu Xun righteously: "Young master! Wake up! You usually teach us that the wise, all beings are the first, and oneself is the last. Are all these empty words? Once the matter falls on your own shoulders Come on, are you going to lose hundreds of lives for the sake of one life!"
An old woman next to the young man said tremblingly: "You, you quickly put down your bow, how can you hurt the son, everything and everything is the son's choice, the son has already done his best and righteousness, and, how can you... You are ungrateful!!"
However, before the dispute was over, I heard a scream in front of me.
Madam Chu was completely mad. She used to hug her child so lovingly, but now she is no different from a wild beast.
In her arms, Chu Lan was already crying hoarsely, but when she was broken and choked, she called out intermittently, "Aniang..."
What responded to him was Madam Chu's blood-red claws, which pierced through his throat! ! !
Between heaven and earth, there was no sound.
Blood flowers fluttered one by one.
It was as if that year, the begonias bloomed, and Mrs. Chu stood in front of the casement with her newborn baby in her arms, looking at Fang Fei's tenderness in the courtyard, and the bright red was scattered.
The mother gently shook the child in her arms and hummed softly: "Red Begonia, Yellow Begonia, how melodious the wind blows all the time. The child is in harmony in the distance, making people worry about father and mother."
Red Begonia… Yellow Begonia…
Back then, she fondly stroked Chu Lan's hand, but now she is tearing apart Chu Lan's head, limbs, and flesh.
How melodious the wind blows.
The rain poured down, blood flowed, and the mother ate the child's stomach.
Children are in harmony in the distance.
The eaves and corners of the Temple of the City God are majestic, the treasures are solemn, and the universal law is compassionate.
That year, when the child was born, the mother knelt down in front of the City God Pavilion, her warm and slender hands clasped together, the bell rang, the birds scattered, and she knelt down in the scent of candles, wishing her child a long life, good health, and a long life. Peace of mind...
Worrying about mom and dad.
The flesh and blood were all broken, Chu Lan's heart was pulled out, and Madam Chu greedily chewed it, and fresh blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Chu Xun finally collapsed, he knelt on the ground, he held his head, banged on the ground, blood pouring out. He was tearing his heart out and weeping in pieces. He knelt in the rain, in the blood, in front of his wife and children, and in front of the people of Lin'an City. He knelt under the statue of God, and knelt in the mud.
He kneels in sin and kneels in holiness.
Kneel in gratitude, kneel in hatred.
He stooped into the dust, and his soul was torn apart and annihilated.
Same sadness.
After a long time, someone finally made a trembling voice.
"Sir..."
"Young Master grieves..."
"Young master is so kind and virtuous, I will never forget it..."
"Chu Gongzi Dayi, he is really a good person! He is really a good person..."
Someone hugged their child tightly and covered the child's eyes, preventing him from seeing this hideous scene. Only at this moment did he dare to let go of his hand, and said to Chu Xun with a pale face, "Young Master, you saved our lives. Madam and the young master will definitely be able to... reach bliss..."
Another scolded: "Go away holding your child! Why don't you rise to bliss with your child?!"
The man timidly backed away.
It's just that these quarrels are so far apart that Chu Xun feels that he is dead. Listening to their voices, it was as if they were coming from a distant past.
In the rainstorm, the man was dirty, and the transparent film separated him from his wife and children for a long time. Mo Ran looked at the scene in front of him, and suddenly remembered that in his previous life, when he killed innocent people indiscriminately, did he give birth to more than one Chu Xun, more than one Chu Lan, more than one Mrs. Chu...
He suddenly looked down at his hand.
For a moment, he saw blood on his hands in a trance.
But in the blink of an eye, I found that it was still icy cold rain, dripping in my palm and converging into a stream.
He trembled slightly.
But the next moment, the palm was pulled.
He seemed to wake up suddenly from a nightmare, and when he turned his eyes, he saw that the younger brother was looking at him with concern. The child's appearance was so similar to the dead Chu Lan.
The ink burned slowly and knelt down, flush with him. It seemed that the sinner pleaded guilty in front of the soul-returner, and a pair of eyes stained with rain and tears looked at him.
Chu nightning didn't speak, raised his tender little hand and touched his head.
"It's all over." Chu nightning said softly, "It's all in the past."
"Yeah." After a long while, Mo Ran smiled sadly, lowered his eyes, and murmured, "It's all in the past."
But even if it's the past. But he did it all. Although he never killed Chu Lan, how many people like Chu Lan died because of him
The more the ink burns, the more frightened it becomes, and the more painful it becomes.
Why are you so cruel and cruel... Why are you going this far...