debt repayment

Xiao Daotong sat on the ground to rest for a while, and suddenly felt a coolness in his right hand.He looked down, and saw a wisp of weak and unstable white soul wagging its tail pitifully, desperately digging into his hand to snatch the nourishment from the spiritual energy of the fairy peach tree.

Quan Ying took a closer look, and found that this soul was very fresh, and there was no ominous ominous sign. He moved his finger slightly to read the memory of Bai Soul, then cried out "Ah yo" and slapped his forehead.

This is the soul of Zishu.

Just now he used Song Hui'an's fierce blood to release the fierce ghost trapped in the black bell, and made it replace Song Hui'an as Fu Zhu, so he was able to deceive Yuxian and others, and the golden cicada escaped its shell.

Ordinary people who don't know the goods think that the broken bell is a waste, but it is not the case. The fairy family who suppressed the ghost here is extremely sophisticated, so it is difficult for people to detect the existence of the ghost.Quan Ying tested this ghost one or two times, and found out that it had also eaten people and drank blood, and its breath was similar to that of Song Hui'an, so it would be perfect to use it as Song Hui'an's scapegoat.With such a release, there will be no more ghosts from the ruins of the Changming Kingdom's imperial palace in the world, only the nameless ghost Azhu.The three immortal sects were hit hard by this, and they should immediately return to rest behind closed doors, taking care of other things flawlessly. He avoided the disciples of the immortal sect and quietly took Song Hui'an away without anyone noticing.

But he just missed the book.

When he took Song Hui'an away, he forgot that Zi Shu was still alive. The child had been contaminated with Song Hui'an's extremely strong yin energy before, and it was very likely that his soul would come out of his body.

As a result, the lightning from the sky directly destroyed his body, and the living soul instantly became a dead soul.Now that the sun was rising, the morning sun was full of yang energy, which made the little guy who was about to disperse shiver.

Quan Ying knew the number of fate, counted her fingers, and found that this child was actually a long-lived true immortal, and she must not die here, so she hurriedly took out a wooden bead and sealed the soul of the dead into it.In this way, it can not only nourish the soul through the essence of spirit wood, but also prevent his fellow disciples from coming to the door by searching for spirits in the future.

He thought that it was not an option for Song Hui'an to stay in the daytime and go out at night, so he took out the Qiankun kit that he carried with him, and took out a piece of tree root.

The roots of the tree were twisted and intertwined, the color was glossy, and there was a layer of whitish aura floating around it, but it was not very obvious in the morning light.

It's just that the root of this tree is too big, it is eight feet nine inches high, standing in the dilapidated and airy small temple, the huge shadow completely covers the little Taoist boy.

When Yan heard this, he was quite surprised: "Dijun, isn't this the root of the fairy peach tree behind your yard? It is the one that lived the longest and grew the largest, and died of old age just two days ago."

"Well, that's it," Quan Ying nodded. "It's the end of its lifespan. It's a happy ending. I've watered it for 7000 years. It should repay me."

Xiao Daotong took out a few carving knives from his sleeves, and chiseled at the huge tree root.He worked very delicately with his hands, and his movements were fast, within an hour, the tree root was transformed into a human figure.

Now, everyone can see what he is going to do.

He wants to shape Song Hui'an.

With a safer skin, it will be easier for Song Hui'an to go wherever he wants.

Before leaving, Zangji Dianmao said lightly: "Dijun, is your avatar also made of this tree?"

Quan Ying just smiled and kept everything in silence.

During the day, he spent all his time on carving wood.

In one life, he was reincarnated as a monk and craftsman in a Buddhist hall, and he carved Buddha statues all his life. He still remembers the exquisite craftsmanship of each knife.

Different from the holy Buddha statues with no joy or sorrow, he carved the wood carvings of human height with stretched brows and slightly drooping eyes, which is beautiful and amiable.Wait until he carves the slightly raised thin lips into a complete shape.

This woodcarving smiles sweetly, looks like a stranger, compared with the reserved and sad the night before, the mood is full of joy and clarity from the heart.

That was buried deep in his memory, the appearance of Song Hui'an when he was not crazy.This smile is also very special. At that time, Song Hui Angui was the prince, and the arrogant phoenix bird, with eyes above the top, was despised by no one except close relatives. Even this precious smile, to Song Huiming, was nothing more than Like a godsend in a dream.

It was so precious that he begged for it all his life, but he never saw it again after that great change.

His eyebrows, his expression, his appearance when he was happy and angry, how much his eyebrows were raised, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth, he remembered them all.

When Yan Wen came back from get off work, he saw the oil-painted wood carving in the crystal mirror and was shocked: "Are you making a human?"

The wood carving originally resembled Song Hui'an himself, but now Quanying has painted it with a jade face and snowy skin, the darker vermilion on the lips, and if there is light in the dark pupils, even if you look carefully, you still look like Quan Ying Standing beside him was a handsome and elegant living person.

Quan Ying said complacently, "Isn't he beautiful? He used to look like this." Not counting the fake smile hidden in the smile, Song Hui'an really looks beautiful when he smiles.

Yan Yan saw that there was a sad look in his eyes, as if he was lost in memory, so he stopped disturbing and sat down silently.

But seeing the red sun sinking to the west, the night was getting darker, and there was only a little oil lamp left in the small ruined temple.The temple has been in disrepair for a long time, with air leaks everywhere, and the wind is rustling. The smiling wooden carvings look more lifelike, adding a bit of warmth to the cold temple.

As the cold air gradually subsided, Quan Ying had inspected the temple and knew that there were no lonely ghosts here who could provoke Song Hui'an's anger, so he released him with confidence.

He opened the kit bag containing Song Hui'an, and called him softly: "Brother Zhu, Brother Zhu, I'm Ah Mu, come out, I won't harm you."

But seeing thick black mist overflowing from the bag, congealing in front of Quanying, gradually showing a tall and beautiful figure.Half of that face appeared, making the light of the bean dim.

After half a day of recuperation in Song Hui'an, although he didn't know where he was at this time, his eyes were clear and clear, not as fierce and in a trance as last night.He fully showed his figure and looked around. Quan Ying saw his lips tightly pressed and his eyes flashed with vigilance, so he knew that he was not insane at the moment and was very normal.

Seeing the wooden carving next to him that was identical to him, Song Hui'an suddenly widened his eyes, jumped down, and stared at it as if he had seen a ghost.

Quan Ying suppressed a smile, held his hand, and said softly, "Brother Zhu, brother Zhu, don't be afraid, this is the fake body I carved for you."

"...What are you doing this for?"

Song Hui'an looked at the cute and gentle Xiaodaotong in front of him, and recalled some episodes from last night, and his tone couldn't help softening, even with a bit of guilt.

"Brother Zhu, how much do you remember about what happened last night?"

"Last night, a group of ghost-hunting monks came. They couldn't help talking and singing. They were very annoying. The leader in white was chanting mantras and asking me about my identity. I... I don't remember what he said specifically, so I killed him." After leaving them, I don't know much about what happened next, I just remember that I will you..."

Song Hui'an cast his eyes on Quanying's neck and shoulders, bent down, and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it but daring not to.

He frowned and asked with concern, "Are you all right?"

"Okay," Quan Ying knew that the group of monks must have accidentally touched Song Hui'an's scars before they went crazy, and she still smiled brightly, "Brother Zhu, don't worry, the Taomu can heal itself, I'm all right now Brother Zhu, I have to tell you, I came to play with you last night, and when I saw those monks coming to arrest you, I lied to them, pretended to cooperate with them, and played a show for them, and finally replaced it with another ghost. about you."

Song Hui'an's heart warmed up: "Thank you...then this wood carving...?"

"Brother Zhu," Quan Ying looked into his eyes and said seriously, "The ruins attracted thunder yesterday, and now there is no yin energy and no foundation. The monks may come to clean up, but I made this wooden sculpture for you just to help you leave this place."

Song Hui'an trembled and hesitated, "Leave?"

Quan Ying nodded and said, "Well, let's go."

As expected, Song Hui'an fell silent.

Quan Ying said: "Brother Zhu, didn't you say that you have never stepped out of the palace gate? You really don't want to go out and have a look? This wood carving can walk in the daytime, you are attached to the wood carving, and you can go anywhere. .Besides, I can also be a companion for you, brother. If you don’t understand anything along the way, I will help you.”

He felt uneasy, and said again: "Brother Zhu, brother Zhu, come with me, I want a brother who loves me, please, brother Zhu. I have been outside for so long as a casual cultivator, and I finally met someone I like. Brother, I don't want to leave you."

He changed into that soft and sincere tone again, but this time it came from the heart, and it was more sincere and touching. Seeing that there were tears in his eyes, Song Hui'an hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I will accompany you, don't cry gone."

Become!

Xiaodaotong laughed through his tears: "Pull the hook!"

Song Hui'an sighed and said, "Pull the hook."

The two chatted for a while, and Quan Ying led Song Hui'an to put his hand on the wood carving, letting him possess the wood carving.

The ghost's figure gradually disappeared, and the wooden carving was instantly suffused with melancholy anger, and its body softened.When the black pupil looked, his deep and clear eyes fell on Quan Ying.

Song Hui'an opened his eyes slightly, raised his hand, stretched his fingers, turned around in a circle, moved his legs, and wondered: "This body is so aura."

He was overjoyed, bent his calf and jumped a few more times, saying: "It's just like the real thing!"

Seeing him laugh, Quan Ying also laughed, and at that moment, he realized that Song Hui'an, who was only in his imagination, came back to life.

"Brother Zhu, did I carve well? I seem to be alive!"

"Yeah, great!"

Song Hui'an ran and danced in the small temple, with a graceful figure and lively like a half-grown boy.However, when he turned to the center of the small temple and saw the broken and silent statue when he looked up, he suddenly stopped talking, as if he had lost his soul, and only looked up at it quietly.

In an instant, the gloomy and melancholy ghost returned, returning to the indelible shadow.

"Amu."

Li Gui said softly.

Quan Ying thumped in her heart, wondering why this ancestor was suddenly stimulated again?

He hurriedly said, "Brother Zhu, what's the matter?"

Song Hui'an turned his back to him.

"Will a ghost make a wish to a god come true?"

Quan Ying looked at the statue, which had lost most of its paint, its wooden body, and even been bitten by mice in the accumulated decadence, and said, "Brother Zhu, if you have a heart, you will have a spirit."

"...When I was a human being, I never worshiped such a shabby god," Song Hui'an said to himself, "Forget it, let's believe in it for a while."

After all, he knelt down, bowed directly without a futon, his upper body was close to his kneeling legs, and the sackcloth moved, revealing the graceful neck line.

"The nameless god is above. The nameless ghost strayed into the temple. I need you. The little ghost asks for three things."

"First, call the person who harmed me to shatter their bones and turn them into ashes, and be reincarnated as a pig or dog; second, give me good fortune, so that the little ghost can have the honor to experience the pleasures of the world."

"Thirdly, I want to kill that bitch so that he won't be reincarnated."

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