The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The lights are shining brightly, illuminating a couple.

It's not in Mengpotang now, Chu Wanning has already arrived at Mo Ran's bedroom.He couldn't see the road clearly, so Mo Ran took his hand and took him away.

Chu Wan and Ning's two souls have been lost. I don't know what night and night, and I don't know who the person who intertwined with him is. He led him in a daze. Mo Ran took him into the house and wiped the tears on his face , closed the door.

Chu Wanning put down the bowl of copying hands.Groping around, she came to the head of the bed and asked softly:

"Mo Ran still asleep?"

"..."

Seeing that there was no response, Chu Wanning thought that Mo Ran was indeed still asleep, and sighed, as if a little disappointed.

Mo Ran couldn't bear it, and was afraid that he would leave again, so he sat by the bed and said, "Master, I'm awake."

Hearing him call himself, Chu Wanning frowned slightly, and then said "um", hesitated a little, and didn't speak again.

Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned, and if he felt that Shi Mo was there, he would have to leave after a few words, so he picked up a hair button on the table, hit the door in the air, and pretended that Shi Mo closed the door and left There was a movement, and then said: "Why is Master here? Who brought you here?"

Sure enough, Chu Wanning under the half-soul was much easier to deceive than usual. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Master Ming brought me here, and he left?"

"gone."

"Um……"

After a while of silence, Chu Wanning finally said: "The injury on your back..."

"The injury on the back, don't blame the master." Mo Ran said softly, "I am good at folding precious grass, and the master should punish me."

I didn't expect him to say that, Chu Wanning was slightly startled, and then the two soft eyelashes trembled slightly, and sighed: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Chu Wanning raised his hand, fumbled with his cold fingertips, and touched his ink-burning skin, for a long while: "I'm sorry, don't remember to hate the master."

Back then, it was absolutely impossible for him to say such soft words, but after his death, the souls of the dead were wandering in the underworld. Looking back on the past, he felt that he had no regrets about the rest, except that he was too unkind to his apprentice.Therefore, I got another chance to reappear the old scene, and I whispered the words that I couldn't say out of my face, so naturally.

Mo Ran felt like his heart was being flowed by warm spring water. Those remaining hatreds since rebirth, years of old wounds, and lingering unwillingness had already been broken into powder, and at this moment, they were washed away in this sincere apology. Exhausted, there is nothing left.

In the soul-inducing light, he stared at the face of the master, the blood stains seemed to disappear, and the pale face seemed to be alive again.He seemed to see the gentle face when he first saw Chu Wanning in his life through the time that was gone forever.

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 Wanning was in a daze for a moment, and suddenly smiled.

Even if it is a dead person, even if his face is mottled and dirty, his smile is still fresh from ice springs, and the room is full of spring. His eyes are closed, but there seems to be pearls shining, shining between the eyelashes.It was an extremely brilliant smile that let go of her long-cherished wish for death.Arrogant but not uninhibited, gorgeous but not demonic, like the most luxuriant and stable crabapple blooming, the branches and treetops are solemnly and carefully covered with thousands of gentle and thin-colored flowers, bright and fragrant, covered with leaves like stars. between.

Mo Ran couldn't help but stare dumbfounded...

This is the first time in his two lives that he saw Chu Wanning's relaxed and lively expression.Mo Ran stupidly, suddenly thought of "smiling like a flower", and felt that it was inappropriate, and then thought of "a smile with a hundred charms", and felt even more absurd.

In the end, he racked his brains and couldn't think of half a word to describe the beautiful scenery he saw.

I only know to sigh repeatedly, it looks good.

Such a good-looking person, why... never found out before?

Blessed to the soul, Mo Ran suddenly whispered: "Master, there is something I want to tell you."

"Ok?"

"Madam Wang's crabapple, I didn't know it was so precious. I picked it off that day and wanted to give it to you."

Chu Wanning seemed a little surprised.Mo Ran's voice softened, a little shy, and even repeated helplessly: "Yes...it's for you."

"What did you fold flowers for me?"

Mo Ran's face couldn't help but red: "I don't know, I just think it looks pretty. I..."

He didn't go on, but he felt faintly surprised in his heart. It turned out that he still remembered the mood when he picked flowers for Chu Wanning so long ago?

Chu Wanning, who has lost the other two souls, is really gentle, just like a cat losing its nails, leaving only a tame and soft belly, and round and full snow paw prints.

He touched Mo Ran's head and said with a smile: "It's so stupid."

"...Well." Mo Ran's eyes suddenly became hot, he looked up at him, and sniffed, "It's so stupid."

"Don't do it again next time."

"I won't do it again next time."

Mo Ran thought about it, and recalled that after he gave up on himself in his previous life, he was doing evil everywhere, bullying men and women, making Chu Wanning angry, and in the end the master was disheartened, and the sentence he threw to him made him hate his whole life The verdict of "poor character and difficult quality" has mixed feelings in my heart.Said: "Master, I promise you, I won't let you down again in the future. Do good things and don't do bad things."

He didn't read much, and he couldn't make too many sonorous and powerful promises, but he only felt a rush of blood in his chest, and the simple and innocent soul in his childhood seemed to finally wake up from his deep sleep.

"Master, this disciple is so stupid that I don't know that you treat me well until today."

His eyes were burning, he got up from the bed, knelt down in front of Chu Wanning, and knocked down.

When it was raised again, the young man's brows were solemn and extremely solemn.

"From now on, Mo Ran will no longer teach you to be ashamed."

The master and apprentice had a long talk, but most of it was Mo Ran who was talking. When he wanted to feel sorry for someone, he was actually very cute. Chu Wanjing listened quietly, shaking his head and smiling from time to time.Unknowingly, white belly gradually appeared outside the window, as if the thick Huizhou ink was diluted.

The long night will be central.

Master Huai Zui stood beside the stone bridge, the hem of his monk robe was splashed by the swiftly flowing river, but he didn't realize it, and just waited calmly.

A round of rising sun slowly rises to the east, and the rays of light penetrate through the forest and leaves, and shine on the endlessly flowing yellow spring water.In an instant, the river turned golden, and the waves were like the fine scales on the body of a dragon.

He is already in a state of nothingness at this time, and only those who have found Chu Wanning's remnant soul can see his figure.Both Shi Mo and Xue Meng have been here, but they didn't see the old monk by the river.He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but the rosary in his hand kept getting faster and faster.

"Wow—"

Suddenly, the rosary beads that had coiled countless rounds scattered, and Xingyue Bodhi fell like rain, crackling and scattered all over the ground.

Guigui suddenly opened his eyes, pursed his lips, and turned pale.

So ominous.He rubbed the broken thread of the beads with both hands, and watched the beads in the river splash to the bank, and the beads on the bank rolled into the river... After a long time of trance, his face gradually paled.

"Grandmaster!"

Suddenly someone called him like this.

"Grandmaster!!"

Excited, enthusiastic.

Gui Zui immediately followed the prestige, and saw that Mo Ran was flying from a distance with a golden and red soul-inducing lamp.

The morning light was originally dazzling, but this young man's eyes were brighter than Chu Yang's, shining like crystals.He ran in front of Huai Zui, his cheeks were reddish, he was panting slightly, but he couldn't restrain his excitement.

"I found it." Mo Ran brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, and held the lantern carrying Chu Wanning's soul tightly in his arms, "He didn't want to see me, he is...here." He pointed Pointing to the lamp in his arms, he seemed a bit reluctant, hesitated for a moment, and wanted to hand the lamp to Huai Gui, but he took it back after stretching out his hand a few inches.

Huai Zui breathed a sigh of relief, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Since you found him, you can just hold him, don't give it to me."

Mo Ran continued to hold it very carefully.

Huai Zui picked up the awn stick leaning against the tree and tapped it gently into the river, a green bamboo raft with a white thread tied to its head appeared out of nowhere on the bank.

"It's not too late, please come aboard the benefactor."

It is well known that the spring water at the peak of death and life leads to the ghost world, 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 master of guilt cast a spell, so that it can pass through yin and yang, so the boat traveled thousands of miles, Mo Ran sat alone on it, and within half a day, he came to a waterfall.

Huangquan Waterfall.

This waterfall is boundless and vast.A roll of bead curtains flew straight down, and the water mist splashed like thin smoke.

Before Mo Ran took a closer look, the bamboo raft carried him straight and swooped towards the huge water curtain like a prehistoric giant.Before he could react, the powerful jet of water was like countless sharp knives trying to tear apart the flesh and blood of the living!breakdown!

"Master—!"

In times of crisis, Mo Ran only cared about the soul lamp in his heart, he held the soul lamp tightly in his arms, let the vortex whirl, the sky was dark, and he never let go...

After an unknown period of time, the deafening sound of the waterfall suddenly disappeared.

The lingering torrential rain suddenly stopped.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes, and he was relieved to see that the soul lamp was safe and sound.Looking up, he was speechless by the scene in front of him.

The waterfall that traversed the two worlds of Yin and Yang was gone, and a bamboo raft was floating on the vast and peaceful lake. The lake was dark blue, with little stars flowing, and countless faint spirits were swimming in it like a school of fish.There are reeds on both sides of the bank, and the hazy brilliance of reed flowers floats around.

At the left and right ends, in the depths of the reed leaves, there is a man and a woman floating like a dream, which seems to be sad and peaceful.

"I fell into the abyss of thunder, and my limbs were turned into mud. My head fell into the sky, and my eyes were dry and crushed into dust. Eat my heart, red ants shine brightly. Peck my belly, vultures are vast... Only the soul returns... Only the soul returns..."

Yellow springs and clear waters flow eastward, and everything in front of you can't be chased.

The ink burned on the bamboo raft for a long time, and suddenly, a towering archway appeared in the heavy night.

When he got closer, he saw that the archway was huge and magnificent.But the small details are ingenious workmanship, flying gold to win the prize.It is like an evil beast covered with beeswax beads, gold stones and jade pieces, brilliant but sinister and treacherous. It crouches and waits in the dark night, with its stinky blood mouth open, waiting for countless lonely souls and wild ghosts to enter the stomach through the ages.

When I got closer, I saw the ferocious turret, like fangs piercing the sun, and the majestic animal head, as if listening to the world's injustice.

no closer.Chu Wanning's remnant soul seemed to feel uneasy, and the golden light in the lantern flickered slightly from time to time.

"It's okay." Mo Ran felt his uneasiness, hugged the lamp, put his lips close to the paper, comforted him in a low voice, and sent more of his spiritual power to accompany him.

"Master, don't be afraid, I'm here."

The lantern trembled slightly, and after a while, it returned to tranquility.

Mo Ran lowered his thick eyelashes, glanced into the lamp, couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand, touched the edge of the lamp, and then hugged it even tighter.

In the dark night, the three big characters of "Ghost Gate Pass" entered with force, bright and glaring, as if they had just been dipped in the blood of a living person.

The bamboo raft landed, and Mo Ran stepped on Huangquan Road, which even smelled of blood in the mud.

As he walked forward, there were more and more people around him, men and women, the old and the young, as well as corpse babies who died shortly after birth, crying and mourning, and they all drifted to the depths of the underworld.

Regardless of whether they were emperors, generals, rich and prosperous, or the head of the common people, they were all poor.No matter how much money you bring, you will be buried with him.

Here we are, here we are.This road can only be walked alone by myself.

Mo Ran followed the bustling soul flow and came to the entrance of the ghost world.

There was a man sitting there, waving a cattail fan in his hand. He was dressed like a soldier. When he died, his stomach was cut open, so his intestines flowed out from time to time.

Impatiently, the gatekeeper poked his stomach back with the handle of his fan, and lazily raised his eyes to question the newly dead ghost.

"What is your name?"

"Sun Erwu."

"How did you die?"

"I, I am old and dead."

The gatekeeper took a big stamp, casually stamped "old death" on the photo sticker of the ghost world, and handed it to Sun Erwu: "Don't throw away the sign. If you lose it, you have to go to the Seventeenth Hall to make it up. Let's go, the next one." .”

Sun Erwu was very nervous. Probably everyone who had just died, no matter how brave and knowledgable he was, would be nervous. "Then, am I going to stand trial? I'm a good person. I was never stupid before, so I wonder if Cup Cup can steal a good baby, at least give me enough money to find a wife... "

The old man babbled on and on, feeling uneasy.

Hearing this, the gatekeeper waved his hands and said, "Judgment? It's not sun yet. There are so many souls in the ghost world. You have to wait ten or eight years in line to reincarnate. When it's not your turn, you will be in the ghost world." Just wait, it won't be too far from Yangjian. When it's your turn, you can tell the judge whether you have killed a chicken or married a wife. Next."

Sun Erwu was stunned, stuttering, speaking in a local accent: "Ten years or eight years?"

Mo Ran was also surprised not far away: "What? It takes so long to be tried and reincarnated?"

"Of course, but if it's a soul that's extremely sinful or something's wrong, that's another matter." The gatekeeper heard it and smiled maliciously. When he smiled, his intestines flowed out again, and he stuffed it again. Go back, "Those who enter the eighteenth floor of purgatory never need to wait for a long time."

Ink burning: "..."

Sun Erwu, who has two or five eyes, wanted to ask again, but the patience of the officer and soldier seemed to be at an end, he kept waving his hands and said, "Let's go, let's go. Everyone is rushing to reincarnate. Don't hold back, old man. One, next."

Sun Erwu was driven away by his cattail fan.

The next one was a young woman, her face was covered with makeup, she was still pretty, when she opened her mouth, there was a kind of composure and charm unique to the industry in her eyes, she said softly: "Master, little girl Jinhuaer, is that you?" Beaten to death by bullies..."

All the ghosts are groaning, everyone has their own way of death, and everyone has their own thoughts.

All the chaotic images of life are settled here.It couldn't have been a more lively and mixed scene.But Mo Ran only hugged the lamp in his arms tightly.

He owes his master, and he doesn't care about anything else.

He just needs to find the lonely soul left by his master.

"name?"

The gatekeeper yawned and looked up at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was about to speak, but the guard suddenly shuddered, as if sensing that something was wrong with this person, he stood up suddenly and stared at his face fiercely.

"..."

The ink burning secret is not good, not to mention that he is a person who died once, I don't know if his soul is weird, even if he doesn't, he holds another person's remnant soul in his arms, which is very worth questioning.But there is no second entrance to the ghost world, so it is destined to be inevitable.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and look at the guard.

The guard narrowed his eyes.

Mo Ran pretended to be calm, and reported his family: "Mo Ran."

The guard was silent.

Mo Ran's heart was like a beating drum, but his face was unmoved: "Cultivator went mad, and died like this. Please send me a photo sticker."