The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"what?!"

Mo Ran was taken aback, and took half a step back. If he hadn't been just an imaginary person in this memory picture scroll, I'm afraid he would have knocked over the fish basket rope next to him at this moment——

Can Yandi Shenmu regenerate living people?

"Yandi Wood, Nuwa Soil, and Fuxiqin, these three were originally artifacts created by the Three Emperors, with extremely pure spiritual power. It is said that the first batch of immeasurable immortals in the world were created by these artifacts. I got a Yandi wood, even without the magical power of Shennong, it is not difficult to shape a person. Just like after the death of Grand Master Tongtian, his mother used lotus roots to reshape his body. I finally made up my mind and decided to take this piece of Shennong to paint Carve it into the shape of Young Master Chu."

Mo Ran only felt dizzy, dizzy in front of his eyes.

Carved into the appearance of... the young master Chu... Chu Lan?

Huai Zui said, "I want to return my benefactor a son."

Mo Ran's throat was extremely dry, as if something was blocked, he murmured after a long time: "Impossible..."

In the picture scroll, the evening bell of Wusai Temple rings, and the dusk merges.

The tired birds have also returned to their nests, and the robes of the monks are fluttering, and the togas with large sleeves pass under the verandah.

Master Huai Zui sat in the meditation room with the doors and windows closed, accompanied by the ancient Buddha with green lamps, carefully carving bit by bit. He didn't dare to use the knife himself. Before reshaping a living person with the Yandi Shenmu, he had already carved Hundreds of puppets, until they are lifelike, are exactly the same as the Chu Lan in memory.

That night, he finally took out the Yandi wood carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he made the first cut cautiously and carefully.

Sawdust was scattered one after another, and when it fell on the ground, it scattered into gold powder.

Every time he writes, he has tried his best, and every time he writes, there are the figures of the two old friends in front of him.A hundred years have been ups and downs under the carving knife. The old monk buried his head very low, and his neck seemed to have been broken by sin.

"I just went into seclusion and spent five years in the temple to finally carve 'Chu Lan'."

Mo Ranmu walked towards Guigui stiffly, he watched the monk slowly put down the carving knife, it was the last stroke, and the remaining ashes were blown off by Guigui.

Gui Gui tremblingly stroked the face and clothes of the wood-carved boy. He cried, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the wooden statue.

Mo Ran stared blankly at the small statue on the table.

Shenmu is the body, and guilt is the blade.

The small body is the appearance of Chu Wanning when he was a child.

It was evening at this time, the bell rang, and there was only the last bit of blood in the setting sun between the sky and the earth, which spilled in through the window lattice and shone on the desks.

The evening bells sounded all over the temple, and monks outside the courtyard were burning cypress and pine leaves, and the rich fragrance was still tainted with some bitterness and coldness.

The night is approaching, and the monastery is peaceful.

"Just call you, Chu Wanning."

The last blow to Hong Zhong fell, Huai Zui whispered to the wooden statue.

He bit his fingertips, and dripped a drop of blood full of metallic spiritual power. In an instant, the room was filled with brilliance.

Mo Ran trembled his eyelashes in this brilliance, closed his eyes, his eyelids kept trembling, he tried hard to see everything in the light, but because of the blurred eyes and dazzling light, he couldn't see anything clearly, Can't see anything.

When he was stabbed until his eyes were completely closed, what Mo Ran thought was——

Chu Wanning already knows all this, how painful is his heart?

Not a living person.

No father and no mother.

Just a piece of dead wood, a drop of blood.

Between the heaven and the earth, he lived at a loss for more than thirty years.

"Shenmu has a spirit. After dripping blood to become a human being, he really did what I wished and became the appearance of the little prince Chulan. I raised him in the temple and took him as a disciple. Slowly, he grew up. Now, I started to ask my own background, where I came from.”

Mo Ran saw Chu Wanning who was a child sitting next to Master Conceived, eating candied haws, and asked: "Master, you always said that I was carried back from the snow by you, so where did you take me back from the snow?" Where did I bring it back?"

Guilty eyes turned to Yuanshan Handai, he lost his mind for a while, and then sighed and said two words.

"Lin'an."

"So I'm from Lin'an?"

"Ah."

"But I have never been out of the monastery. I don't know what Lin'an is like." Chu Wanning seemed 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, Wubei Temple was far away, followed by the bright and sunny Jiangnan summer scene.

It was June, and the lotus pond was full of delicate and beautiful lotus flowers, and Chu Wanning, who was a little smaller than Xia Sini, was walking on the bluestone road, with Gui Zui following behind him.

"Wan Ning, walk slowly, and be careful not to fall."

Chu WanNing turned around with a smile.

That is the immature, carefree smiling face that Mo Ran has never seen before.

"Okay, I'll wait for Master."

At that time, Chu Wanning was wearing a blue-gray monk robe, without hair loss, a small bun, and a lotus leaf on his head. The lotus leaf was still stained with crystal clear dew, which made Chu Wanning His face became more and more pure and clear.

Huai Zui walked up to him and took his hand: "Okay, I've seen West Lake, where do you want to go next?"

"How about going to eat something?"

"Then..." Huai Zui paused, "Let's go to the city."

They took each other into the city, and Mo Ran walked beside them. He looked at Chu Wanning holding the lotus leaf, not even reaching his knees, and his heart was full of love and sadness.

He stretched out his hand, knowing that he couldn't touch the people in the illusion, but he reached out and touched Chu Wanning's head.

"Ok?"

Unexpectedly, under this touch, Chu Wanning suddenly stopped.

Gui Gui asked kindly: "What's wrong?"

Chu Wanning raised his head and raised his face, his eyes were in the sun, as clear as two streams of oasis, and fell on Mo Ran impartially.

Mo Ran was almost stunned, only hearing the heartbeat and blood flow.

He felt unbelievable, but secretly looking forward to...

"what is that?"

Chu WanNing let go of the guilty hand and walked towards Mo Ran.

The more Mo Ran looked, the more he felt uncomfortable. He had never seen such a carefree, calm-looking Chu Wanning. He couldn't help but leaned down and opened his arms uncontrollably, wanting to hug him.

But Chu Wanning went straight through his phantom.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw the child walking to a pastry shop behind him, looking up at the stall owner opening the bamboo cage, the smoke rising and steaming, revealing a pale pink flower cake inside.

Mo Ran's heart was slightly loose, and then there was a trace of sadness.

It was really just a coincidence.

He walked over with Huai Zui, Chu Wanning saw Huai Zui coming, and said with a smile: "Master, this pastry looks delicious."

"Would you like to taste it?"

"is it okay?"

Guigui's expression seemed to be in a trance: "You really like it..."

Chu Wanning heard it, opened his eyes slightly, and asked innocently: "Anyone likes it?"

Huai Zui pursed his lips and said, "...it's nothing. Master thought of an old friend."

He paid for three glutinous rice flower cakes, and watched Chu Wanning take a bite thoughtfully, and the steam rose up, blurring the childish face.

The past is like a river, rolling by.

Guigui sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Suddenly his sleeve was tugged lightly, he lowered his head, and what he saw was a pastry that had been broken into two halves. The red bean paste inside was delicate and soft, exuding heat and the fragrance of dessert.

"Half of Master, half of me. The bigger one is for Master."

"Why give me the big one?"

"If you are tall, you can eat a lot."

"..." Mo Ran looked at Huai Zui and took the cake, and Chu Wanning and Chu Wanning were standing by the stall eating snacks and talking.He was silent for a moment, standing under the bright Lin'an sunshine, smiled slightly.

It hurts.

But he also felt that there was spring water flowing in his heart, and he felt that no one would be soft-hearted and dislike such a Chu Wanning.

That was the nicest and nicest kid in the world.

The bright sunshine in front of me faded away again.

This time, the new picture scroll did not appear immediately, and Mo Ran stood in the darkness, with the voice of guilt empty like a ghost next to his ears.

"I get along with him all day long, teach him to read, read, lecture on scriptures, and reason. But what I care about most is his spells-I still haven't forgotten that I created such a child for the ultimate purpose of He returned it to my benefactor. I planned it from the beginning, when Chu Wanning grows up and his spiritual power and body can bear it, I will take him to the ghost world."

Gui Gui paused, and his voice became deeper and deeper.

"Bring it over, and melt the only broken soul left by Young Master Chu Lan into his body."

Ink burning: "!"

Huai Gui hoarsely said: "I thought it was not wrong to do so at that time. What is Chu Wanning? He is not a real living person, he is just a piece of wood, a wood carving, I gave him life and taught him The truth of being a human being, but in the end, what is flowing on his body is not real blood, and the muscles and bones covered are not real flesh."

Mo Ran was already brooding on his heart, and he couldn't bear it any longer after hearing Huai Zui say this, he shouted: "No!"

But what's the use?

Gui Gui couldn't hear his resentful rebuttal, the monk's voice was still surging like a vortex, dragging the ink into a deeper and more painful vortex.

"Chu Wanning is redundant, he has no life, 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!" Mo Ran screamed like a trapped beast in the illusion, "Concealment, it is you Raise him, you look at him every day... Isn't he a living person? What's the difference between him and you, and me?"

But Huai Zui was still muttering to himself, just like the numbness of chanting sutras in front of the Buddha, forged words and sentences were forged from between the lips and teeth, I don't know if it is true to worship the Buddha wholeheartedly, or just want to numb the too severe pain in my heart.

"He is a body I carved for Chu Lan. Only when Chu Lan's soul lives in it can Chu Wanning be considered a complete person."

Mo Ran was 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 for it, he kept muttering, The murmur turned into a roar: "No! You can't destroy him, concede guilt, he has a soul in his body, he is a living person..."

He knelt down.

He was suddenly so scared, even more scared than the exposure of the truth of his previous life.

Suddenly, he was afraid that he would see Huaigui take Chu Wanning to the ghost world, cut open his chest, and merge the spirit core with Chu Lan's soul.

What about the original Chu Wanning?

Chu Wanning's spirit of the sacred wood will leave, six reincarnations, where can he go with a piece of broken wood?

The sky, the ground, the clouds, the underworld.

He is not wanted anywhere.

"No...conceive guilt...you can't..." Mo burned his lips, his lips were blue and white, "you can't..."

How could there be no soul?

Why not a living person?

The kid with the lotus leaf on his head was smiling and running and jumping on the road.

The child who carefully broke the flower cake, gave the big one to the teacher, and ate the small one by himself.

He is still so young, but he is more affectionate and righteous than many people.

He is not inferior to any life made of flesh and blood.

How come, not a living person...

But Mo Ran's desperate begging and screaming cannot wake up guilt.

The heart knot of guilt for a hundred years is here. He feels that he owes Chu Xun's family. He has gone through untold hardships to create such a prosthetic body. How could he misplace it.

"Days go by, Chu Wanning grows up slowly, he is Chu Lan's resurrected body, I worry about his life and well-being far more than I worry about myself a hundred times. So for so many years, I only when he was five or six years old, Take him to Lin'an to live for a few months, and after that, he never left the Wubei Temple grounds."

Huai Zui sighed, and then continued: "Sometimes I wonder if the love affairs in the world that I have shown him are pitifully few. He lived to be 14 years old and has never been anywhere except Lin'an. It’s just the world of the Wusai Temple, the size of spring and autumn.”

At last the eyes lit up again.

It was a moonlit night, and Mo Ran first saw Huai Zui standing at the door of the meditation room, looking out of the courtyard.

He also hurriedly walked over. Under the frosty moonlight, he saw the 14-year-old Chu Wanning dancing with a sword, and the begonia flowers were flying. The boy in white looked like a fairy under the reflection of the petals and the cold moon.

The voice of guilt still persisted, lingering in my ears together with the sound of the sharp sword piercing the sky.

"But I also feel that it is a good thing to see less. There are too many sufferings in the world. If this spirit of the sacred tree is destined to have only a short life of more than ten years, and then it will be replaced by Chu Lan, then life will be easy. , frank, frank, ignorant of the sufferings of the world, wouldn't it be more kind?"

After dancing the sword.

The remaining flowers fall.

Chu Wanning put the long sword behind his arm, and raised his fingers on the other hand, calmly.

He calmed down his slightly short of breath, raised his head, and saw Gui Zui looking at him, so he smiled.

The dinner was blowing on his forehead hair, 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 had to stroke it with his hands in the end, Mo Heifeng Looking back at Guigui with a smile.

That is also the direction where the ink burns.

"Master."

"Well. Not bad." Huai Zui nodded, "Come here, I'll test how your spiritual core is doing now."

Chu WanNing came over without doubting him, opened his snow-white sleeves, and handed his hand to Huai Gui.

After a test, Guigui said: "It's very strong, but it's still a little unstable, just practice more, before winter, you should be able to achieve great success."

Chu Wanning smiled and said: "Thank you, Master."

When he said this, he didn't know if it was an illusion, Mo Ran seemed to tremble slightly when he saw Guigui's shoulder.

But after all, guilt still didn't say anything, didn't express anything, and didn't change.

He turned and went into the house.

Mo Ran stood where he was, and he no longer looked at the guilt in the room. He looked at the young man Chu Wanning who would disappear before him with all his desire, eagerness, and greed.

Still clean, pure, even gentle.

How could such a person have no soul?

His eyes fell, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of Chu Wanning's undulating chest under the white skirt.

Mo Ran suddenly remembered something, and suddenly felt five thunders hitting the top, as if a boulder had fallen from his chest, stirring up thousands of waves.

"no no……"

He takes a step back.

But what can be done?

Memory has stretched out its ferocious claws, grabbing into his internal organs.

He remembered that there was a scar on Chu Wanning's chest.

...He has had his heart opened!He He……

The ink burned trembling, and Chu Wanning in front of him was dancing a sword under the moon, stepping on flying flowers.

So handsome.

But he felt as if a bucket of ice had fallen into his stomach, and he only felt shuddering.

His chest was... cut open...

So did guilt really do it in the end?

He really took Chu Wanning to the ghost world, and melted 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 sat curled up on the ground.

He trembled, not daring to think about it any further.

pain.

My heart hurts.

I would rather be the one whose heart is dug out, and I would rather be the one whose original soul is deprived of it.

Chu Wanning.

He is so good.

Why suffer so much, and finally come to a verdict of "not a living person", and the reborn person treats it as a lifeless body to carry another life?

Then who is the master he worships?

Is it Chu Lan, or Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran only felt that he was going crazy, his head was aching, and he even felt dizzy and nauseous. He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the same place.

Then it got dark, and the meditation room and the flowers and trees disappeared.

Chu Wanning also faded away.

The guilty voice slowly flowed in the darkness.

He said: "When Chu Wanning was 14 years old, the time has gradually matured. I plan to take him to the ghost world in another year and blend his soul with Chu Lan."