The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Different from Taohuayuan, this time he is no longer involved in it, he is just a bystander, no one in the memory can see him, he walks to the cavalry, he lowers his head, looks at the crying juvenile.

A blue tendon in the skull was twitching and throbbing non-stop.

He felt a bone-chilling chill, and his skin was covered in goose bumps.

Seeing this scene again, he knew very well what role this young man played in the Lin'an upheaval—betrayed the prefect son Chu Xun, and donated the life of the entire city in order to bring his adoptive father back to life.

"Xiao Man, people can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad, we can't stay here for long, let's go back soon."

"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!"

Mo Ran stared at the boy.

Who is this guy?

Is the guilty father?or……

His eyes fell on Xiaoman's left hand, where there was a black mole the size of a grain of rice on the tiger's mouth.

He suddenly thought of Master Conceived's hand, which is also in this position, exactly the same place, and there is also such a mole, which is exactly the same.

The ink burned in shock.

At this time, the distant voice sounded slowly again.

"I was born in Lin'an since I was a child. I had no parents. I was adopted by a groom in the prefect's mansion. When I was 14 years old, the world of ghosts was broken, and Lin'an was suffering. There was no rice or food at home. I was hungry and unbearable. My adoptive father took the risk to replace me. I went out of the city to look for food, and I still haven’t returned in the evening.”

Frightened--

Guilty, is it really Xiaoman from 200 years ago? !

Huai Gui said softly: "When I left the city and found him, he had already been killed by evil spirits, his intestines overflowed, and his eyes were pecked by crows. I will never forget that scene in my life."

Mo Ran's ears buzzed, he followed Xiaoman into the city, when Lin'an was bloody and rainy, the ghost king threatened everyone to hand over Chu Xun.He has seen these things once, and when he watched them again, he still felt desolate and sinister.

He saw that on the night when the incident happened, Xiaoman begged in every possible way, begging everyone not to dismember his adoptive father, and begging the housekeeper to let him wait until Chu Xun returned to see if he could leave his father's body intact.

"I beg you, wait a little longer, the young master will be back in a while, I will definitely look at his corpse, if the corpse is picked up, I will definitely stop it, please..."

"You can't stop the dead body, you have to distinguish which is more important!"

"No! Don't tear him up, please don't tear him up..."

The rain was torrential, and Xiao Man knelt and kowtowed, his face covered with blood, but he still couldn't stop him. His father's body was roughly pulled out of his arms, and was dragged to the government office by the steward of the prefect's mansion. In addition, they surrounded the corpse that might mutate at any time.

Xiaoman's sight was blocked, and after a while, he saw blood flowing from the feet of everyone, which was instantly washed into a light pink by the heavy rain.

"I was selfish at that time, I just felt disheartened and full of resentment towards everyone, so I betrayed Lin'an and recommended myself as a subordinate of the Ghost King. I wanted to take revenge on them."

Following his self-report, Mo Ran once again saw the picture that once shocked his heart.

The mother ate the child's stomach.

The townspeople have betrayed their heroes.

Chu Xun knelt on the stone steps in front of the Town God's Temple, hunched over in the mud, weeping uncontrollably.

He saw that the mob escorted Chu Xun to the temple, like vultures eating carrion, surrounded by black and white, and they did not hesitate to sacrifice Chu Xun's life for himself to survive.

He saw Chu Xun take out his heart and spirit core together and hand them over to the scattered people who mourned for him, telling them to leave here as soon as possible and not to stay any longer...

Xiaoman also noticed all these things.

"Later, I went to the ghost world. Many times when I was alone, I would think of Mr. Chu's tragic situation at that time, his dedication, and how he treated us well in the past. Every time I think of these things, I always think of him. I feel uneasy, and I can’t escape the condemnation in my heart more and more.”

Guilty paused.

His voice became excruciatingly painful.

"I'm a traitor."

Mo Ran couldn't tell what it was like.

Good and evil are sometimes just a thought, and some people actually regret it the moment they are stabbed with a knife, 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 reached the peak, he cannot be dismembered into a fairy, but he is still enough to enter reincarnation. His child, his wife, because of the catastrophe that year, the soul was confused and torn apart, so he went to Yan Luo to beg, willing to use his blessings for the third life in exchange for the liberation of his wife and children. But the final result was not so smooth. "

Mo Ran saw Huai Zui running around in the ghost world. Because he was ashamed and had no face to face Chu Xun, he kept carefully avoiding Chu Xun, but he tried his best to pull those ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers and asked: "What about that?" What about his wife and children? What did Yan Luo say in the end? Can you find a way to piece together their souls and let them reincarnate?"

"Can you think of a way? Please."

"I beg you to help Mr. Chu Xun think of a way, any price can be discussed..."

A ghost pawn laughed at him and said, "I have heard about your glorious deeds for a long time. You didn't help the Nine Kings and killed Chu Xun's family? Why did you suddenly change your temper when you arrived in the underworld? Are you afraid of Chu Xun?" I have been a ghost, come to settle with you?"

Mo Ran followed behind Guigui, seeing that he begged many people and knelt down many people.Perhaps it should not be called a person, but a ghost.But in many cases, the natures of humans and ghosts are actually the same.

As Chu Wanning said, the soul may change its character, hobbies, and temper, but its essence will never change because of the cycle of life and death.

Huaigui went around to inquire about the reincarnation of Chu Xun's wife and children, and was quickly found out by the Nine Kings.

The Nine Kings fought against Chu Xun at that time, and destroyed one eye. He had long hated Chu Xun, but when he heard that his subordinate Xiao Man was full of guilt and helped his old master secretly ask about the law of reincarnation, he couldn't help being furious.

He took back the token of Guigui's freedom to travel to and from the ghost world, reprimanded him back to the human world, and took away Guigui's eternal lifespan as a ghost soldier.

"Go back to the underworld, when all the aura of hell in your body dissipates, you will die. After death, you will fall into the endless hell forever, and your soul will not be able to be reborn forever." Nine Kings stared at him with the only eye that was still usable. Guilty, "This is the price you paid for planning things for the old master."

The darkness of the underworld disappeared.

Mo Ran heard the sound of pattering rain, it was spring, the drizzle was like crisp, moistening the green sprouts.

He saw Huai Zui become 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 remaining yin energy in my body can allow me to return to the ghost world when the yin energy is at its peak, but If you stay for a long time, the loss will be great. In fact... I am still very afraid of death, so I dare not stay in the ghost world for a long time. Only when I really need some clues and some help, I will secretly return to the underworld."

Mo Ran listened to his low-pitched self-report, looked at Guigui who was walking alone in the bamboo forest with a stick in front of him, Dongmei lay in the snow, Xia He listened to the rain, he walked alone, from Wanmu Chunsheng to Shuang Lin dyed through.

The hemp shoes broke one pair after another.

Gui Gui searched and inquired everywhere, hoping to get a little bit of records, so as to give the mother and son whose souls were destroyed by him a chance to reincarnate.

Gui Gui said: "That is also my chance to redeem a little sin."

Others may not feel anything, just think it is ridiculous to be guilty, but when Mo Ran heard this, his eyes suddenly became moist.

Atonement.

Everyone who has committed a mistake and wants to repent is like a fish thirsty for water, longing for redemption.

As it is with him, so it is with guilt.

None of them were good people, their hands were dripping with blood, and their feet were covered with broken heads.

How to atone.

With the hand that once killed someone, put life into the merit pool, can the sin be wiped out?He hopes that right and wrong, good and evil in the world, good fortune and karma, can be as simple as this.

But he knew it wasn't.

"I have been in the world for nearly a hundred years." Huai sin sighed slowly, "In the past 100 years, I will be rescued when I am in trouble, and I will be saved when I see suffering. I know it is useless to do so. No matter how much goodness I accumulate, I will die In the end, I will still go to purgatory and suffer all kinds of suffering. But I just want to make myself feel better, I just think, if the young master is still in the world, he must...worry about other people's worries and hardships, right?"

How many past events have flowed through the centuries.

He saw Huai Zui walking in the mountains with the blind orphan on his back, he saw him helping out in the fields, he saw Huai Zui mending old clothes under a single bean lamp, but he donated all his money to repair the quilt A village destroyed by evil spirits.

"Young Master Chu, there has been no reincarnation. Later, I picked a crabapple that bloomed brilliantly in the world. Thinking that it was his and his wife's favorite flower, I became dizzy and plucked up the courage to meet him once in the ghost world. The result was natural. Needless to say, he turned me away and barred me from future visits."

On the screen is Gui Gui standing in the alleys of the ghost world, with a clear back.

At this time, his back was already bent.

"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 crabapple. I think he might still like this human thing. He couldn't see it in the underworld, so I picked it up and entrusted it to someone else." Give it to him. I hope he hates me less because of this, 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. I am afraid that he will fall into the underworld, and there will be no more of him in heaven and earth. After hearing the news, I felt even more guilty and remorseful—until one day, I got something."

On a moonlit night in Spring Mountain, on the Yanbo River.

Huai Zui was sitting in the cabin, the reflection of the dots of fishing fire in the river current, also reflected the objects he held in his hand.

Mo Ran walked over to see, he sat down next to Gui Gui, and when he got closer, he found that it was a piece of wood.The wood grows strangely. Other trees have rough bark and fine lines on their branches, but it doesn't.

It is only as big as a palm, and the bark is smooth and delicate, exuding a faint luster. Even in the illusion, Mo Ran seems to feel that this piece of wood seems to be flowing with a fragrance.

"Emperor Yan Shenmu."

"!"

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at the broken branch that was flowing with brilliance in disbelief.

This is... Yandi Divine Tree? !

The legendary sacred tree that has been growing for tens of thousands of years at the extreme of the East China Sea, where no one has reached?Mo Ran has lived for two lives, and has traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, so how could he not know the legend of Yandi Shenmu.

It can live to the death of human flesh and bones.

It can be tempered into a magical weapon that is more powerful than Shenwu.

It can even help mortals ascend to the ascension, directly escape from the suffering of reincarnation, and stand in the immortal class forever.

Huai Zui obviously also knew about these rumors, he said softly: "Shenmu has spirits, if refined into the spirit core, it will ascend to heaven in no time and become a fairy.... I will never be cursed by purgatory again. From now on, I can be freed."

Mo Ran suddenly remembered the rumors about guilt.

It is said that he rejected the invitation from the heavens and stayed in the world forever.

Could it be that the truth is that he failed to refine the Emperor Yan Shenmu, failed?

"I really... really want to use this piece of sacred tree for my own use. For a while, I even felt that it was God's will, that God had mercy on me, forgave me, and didn't want me to fall into hell to suffer, so I just Let this piece of sacred tree come to me by chance."

In the cabin, Huai Zui rubbed that section of Shenmu, with longing and confusion in his eyes, his expression was so contradictory, just like the voice echoing in Mo Ran's ears.

"However, I once read in an ancient book that the sacred tree of Emperor Yan and Nuwa's remains are the same. With this sacred tree, a living person can be created."