Everyone owes me a favor

When the light rain continued, Chang Boning walked on the narrow road, and after passing through a pine forest amidst the sound of shattering leaves, his eyes suddenly opened up.

A clear river in the mountains, as wide as hundreds of feet, can only be seen from a distance to the other side.

The banks of the mountains and forests are all empty, and there is no sign of people.

Chang Boning turned around and looked at the scholar leading the way: "Excuse me..."

"Silence, Daoist." The scholar walked up to Chang Boning, put his hands around his mouth, and called out to the rippling blue waves, "...Cranes come!"

This is the result of the villagers' discussion.

They decided not to call Ah Hu by his original name again.

As a result, people come back to life from the dead, and their temperament has changed drastically. It is obvious that they are no longer the people they were before. It is always weird to call them by the same name as before.

Secondly, this matter is mysterious, if something else is aroused, leading to abnormal changes such as corpses, the villagers don't know how to deal with it.

However, it is also inappropriate to name people without authorization.

Therefore, if the villagers call him for something, they will first call the white crane that follows him.

This crane is gentle and kind, quite spiritual, and whenever it is called, the young man will know that it is calling him.

Sure enough, when the voice fell, the echo still remained, and the crane's voice was mellow.

A bamboo raft pierced the waves and came from the other side. A young man with a penny rod came by rowing.

The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old. His hair had just been washed in the mountain stream not long ago, and it was softly draped over his shoulders. The tips of his hair were covered with a thin layer of rain and mist. His brown bunt, but in terms of his overall temperament and the light in his eyes, they are all extraordinary.

Chang Boning thought, in this way, it is no wonder that the villagers have no evil feelings for the resurrected people, let alone drive them away.

People with such grace, even if they are ghosts, if they drive them away, they will always feel that they have lost their merit.

The bamboo raft reached the shore, but before the boy opened his mouth, the white crane faced Chang Boning with its thin neck, fluttered its wings and sang.

The young man was afraid that the sound of the crane would startle people, so he quickly knelt down on one knee, hugged the crane's neck, and said softly: "Mr. He, don't be rude."

After the crane retracted its wings, the young man raised his head and said, "I'm sorry. I surprised the guests. This is..."

Before he finished speaking, Chang Boning silently covered his head with his palm, and a flash of light appeared on his fingertips——

People who practice Taoism, if they have obsession in their hearts, their souls will be more difficult to disappear than ordinary people.

The ghosts and ghosts in the world are divided into light and dark.

More bright, less dark.

Ming ghosts are generally the remaining souls of people who died normally, and they often have memories and abilities from before life.But the number of ghosts is very small, because the obsession of such people is often not enough to become a ghost.

If you experience too much pain before death, such as the pain of killing your body or burning your heart, it will be easier to transform into a ghost.

After transforming into a ghost, the core of the soul is damaged, and he is called a "dark ghost". His Taoism is damaged, and his memory is also incomplete.

However, if the ghost master is not recognized, or there is no corpse to lodge, no matter whether the ghost is bright or dark, within seven days, the soul core will start to collapse.

Mr. Ying Tianchuan Yingxu also encountered the same situation back then, causing his soul nucleus to split and he forgot the cause of death.

If it wasn't for his obsession and meeting the current ghost king Lu Yujiu, otherwise, his body and soul would be buried in the wild wind and sand.

The more pain the dark ghost suffered during his lifetime, the more he forgot, and finally he did not know his past.

And under Chang Boning's hands, there is such a dark ghost born from a dead body, with a vast snowfield in his mind, clean and clear, just like a newborn.

Chang Boning withdrew his palm breath and put his palm behind his back.

... When he died, was there such pain?

The young man couldn't hide his surprise, but he remained quiet, allowing the stranger to stroke his forehead, and then withdrew his hand.

Just like a fairy caressing the top, granting him longevity.

The young man didn't know where his Dao heart came from, he just looked up at him with a focused expression.

Holding the crane's neck in his arms, he asked Chang Boning: "Are you looking for me?"

Chang Boning responded obediently: "Yes."

After saying that, regardless of the dirty river mud, he also knelt down on one knee, eye level with the young man: "Why don't you live with the villagers?"

The memory of the youth's past is completely gone, but the self-cultivation has not changed, the knowledge is still there, and the answer is clear: "I know that I am different from ordinary people. I am afraid that I will scare people, so I live temporarily on the river. Rest assured."

Chang Boning was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "What about you?"

Always give others peace of mind, so where should you be?

"Me?" The young man had a keen mind and knew what he was talking about, so he replied, "I live in this boat with Mr. He, and I am not alone."

After Chang Boning asked a few questions, he turned his back to the boy and slowly closed his eyes.

He has washed away all the lead and forgot about the world, so why should he be introduced into the world again, just to cause trouble?

Thinking of this, Chang Boning didn't dare to look at him anymore, and didn't know what to say, so he said "very good" and strode away.

The fairy came and went in a hurry, the young man was moved by him, his heart was confused, but there were not many emotional fluctuations.

...It seems that watching this person's back leave is already an all-too-familiar thing, and I have long been used to it, so there is no need to be surprised.

He stood up and gave a deep salute: "Sir, go slowly."

But before he straightened up, he saw a pair of black silk shoes stained with river mud standing in front of him again.

The boy was surprised: "You..."

Chang Boning: "You..."

Both of them are used to listening, and they are not people who are used to interrupting each other's speech. Once words collide, the two will be silent.

After looking at each other for a while, the boy spoke again: "I..."

Chang Boning: "I..."

juvenile:"……"

However, this time, Chang Boning did not remain silent.

Chang Boning asked: "Are you willing to take me as your teacher?"

As soon as this remark came out, the scholar on the side was not surprised.

The villagers all thought that this son was extraordinary, as if he had descended from heaven, and the reason why this handsome and handsome fairy came to this remote village was to recruit disciples, wasn't it?

The boy was stunned.

"division……"

"……father?"

The distant appellation seemed to open up a ray of light in his memory.

It's a pity that the bright light is only for a moment, and it disappears in an instant.

Chang Boning lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly.

The peerless talent that Zhiyuejun taught with painstaking efforts has now returned to the original young seedling. It needs to be watered by sweet rain and moistened with fertile soil. It is lonely to be placed outside the world.

Today, with the ability and vision of Danyang Fenglin Mountain Master, it may not be possible to cultivate him well.

And although I lack wisdom, fortunately, I can still pass on two or three of them in terms of sword and Taoism.

This is the future of Danyang Peak, the future of the Taoist sect, and the best way for him to redeem himself.

Chang Boning didn't say another word, and put his palms up in front of the young man's eyes, waiting for his response.

After an unknown amount of time, a hand that was much smaller than his hung up, resting vacantly on top of his open palm, and curled its fingers hesitantly.

He woke up suddenly, boarded the small bamboo raft he made, and drifted for a long time, not knowing the way forward or the future, only accompanied by white cranes in the flowing water.

Since March, although the boy has a body, he is still like a ghost floating in the world, unable to get to the real place.

The curled fingertips tentatively protruded out, touching the warm fingertips with the fragrance of rhododendron.

So, he found his world.

"you……"

Chang Boning paused for a while, thought for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, he had an idea in his mind that was deviant compared to himself.

He asked, "How old are you this year?"

"Forget it." The boy replied meekly, "But according to what the villagers said, it must have been in this world for twelve years."

"Twelve years..."

Chang Boning frowned after confirming again.

The Tang swordsman who died in front of the world was called Shi Shujing.

And his fellow Taoist Han, who has been away for more than twelve years, is exactly the same age.

Now, it is reasonable for the soul to return.

"Then, from today onwards, your name is..."

"Your name is Han Jing."

……

By the time the newly married pair of master and apprentice went down the mountain, it was already cloudless and rainy.

Thousands of shapes and shapes, reflecting water and hiding mountains.

Chang Boning was worried that Han Jing was not used to riding the sword and riding the wind, so he simply took his hand and walked down the mountain step by step.

While walking, Chang Boning faintly heard the sound of water chirping from under his feet. He was surprised for a moment, turned his head to check, and found a pair of bare feet under his trousers.

In the past, he was on a small boat and didn't need shoes.

However, it is a bit difficult for these bare feet to trek through mountains and rivers.

Chang Boning blamed: "Why didn't you say it?"

Han Jing said softly, "I don't want to trouble Master."

Chang Boning was quite helpless, he hugged him in his arms, took out a clean veil, and wiped off the mud on the soles of his feet one by one.

Han Jing was a little at a loss, but dodged like a small animal, and grasped the dark pattern embroidery on Chang Boning's cuff with his fingertips.

After cleaning it, Chang Boning turned the boy on his back and said, "The mountain road is muddy, I'll carry you on my back."

Han Jing vaguely knew that he was dragging Master down, and said sincerely: "Master, after this journey, let me carry you on my back."

Chang Boning laughed: "You...you can talk about it when you grow up."

Han Jing was about to lean on his back quietly, absorbing the sudden warmth, when suddenly a crane sounded, he turned his head, and saw the white crane that had been following the two of them, shouting loudly, Unexpectedly, he no longer hovered and lingered, and entered the blue clouds, his form and shadow disappeared, leaving only a trace of flowing shadow in the air.

Han Jing stayed for a moment, then murmured: "...Mr. He?"

However, the crane entered the clouds and never appeared again.

Chang Boning followed his gaze, also confused: "Huh? Where's your crane?"

Han Jing said softly, "It's gone."

Chang Boning pursed his lips: "...Don't be afraid, close your eyes, and wrap your arms around me tightly."

After saying that, he raised his spiritual power lightly, jumped between the clouds, and looked around.

However, the sea of ​​clouds is vast, and there is nowhere to see the cranes.

Chang Boning was a little annoyed: "..." Alas.

Behind him, Han Jing obediently closed her eyes and asked, "Master, where is Mr. He?"

Chang Boning was troubled for a while, how to coax the child, finally, he still told the truth: "Fly away."

"……yes?"

Han Jing paused, but quickly said in a cheery voice: "Let's go, I'm not its cage. These days, it is taking care of me. It's a crane, and it will live well. Master , don’t bother about it.”

Chang Boning was dumbfounded.

...Why do you need to comfort me?

Have you always been like this before, without yourself?

Thousands of words, when it came to Chang Boning's lips, there was only a faint "hmm".

Against the thick clouds in the daytime, the two master and apprentice went to Fengling.

As for He Ying, it is true that he is no longer seen.

……

Flying light, flying light, as bright as the sun.

Crane shadows plundered into thousands of hectares of colored glaze, turned into a round of golden mirror, and soared around the sky, like two suns in the sky.

Flapping its wings and screaming, the cranes chirped for nine days.

Not long after, the gate of heaven opened.

The crane's body turned into a bright red crane-shaped streamer, and quickly escaped into it.

No matter how much people in the lower realm would be amazed by this spectacle, the crane rushed straight into the clouds of the upper realm.

When the road ahead was clear, He Guang went straight into a fairy mountain gate, looking for its owner.

And its master is in its place.

"……You're back?"

Zhiyue Jun Quchi held the tail whisk in his hand and swung it lightly, his fingertips held the aura coming through the window.

A familiar spiritual power swirled gently in his palm.

He still remembers it.

In the past, his apprentice Han Jing was lost in the "relict world". He didn't know the reason and refused to go home. The crane he raised would not eat or drink, and he died.

When Lord Zhiyue ascended, he touched the body of the crane, endowed it with a ray of pure soul, and let it stay in the lower realm.

Even if Jing'er is really unwilling to go home, at least there is a crane for company.

The upper and lower realms are not interlinked. Once the crane comes, it never returns.

Therefore, it must have completed all tasks before returning.

Mr. Zhiyue tapped the spiritual light on his heart, absorbed it in his heart, and whispered: "After such a long time, you should have a lot to say to me, but is that so?"

Not long after, a young man who was also dressed in red and looked like a pretty girl walked into the room, with a peach blossom mark between his brows and a dangling skirt, bringing a faint fragrance of peach blossoms.

He stuttered a bit: "Senior Brother Qu, just now, I saw a red shadow entering the window, yes, what's the situation?"

Zhiyue Jun Quchi turned his back on the visitor and lowered his eyes.

He left the other things to himself to sort out, picked out the best one from all kinds of worldly things, turned around, and told the visitor gently: "I received the news that we are going to get married as usual."

The peach blossom youth was overjoyed immediately: "Really?! Which fairy house is it?"

"Hmm..." Qu Chi hesitated for a while, "For a while... it's hard to describe."

Seeing the bewildered look in the youth's eyes, Qu Chi smiled and walked up to him, stroking his shoulder: "Go and tell Xingzhi the good news, he and Chongguang should be in the East Hall now."

The peach blossom youth was overjoyed, took two steps, then turned around: "Senior Brother Qu, don't you want to go with us?"

Qu Chi smiled and waved his hand: "I still have some things to do here, you go and spread the good news first."

The peach blossom youth faintly saw something, but he didn't say anything, he only hesitated to look back twice, and ran out of the hall wholeheartedly.

When there was only one person left, Zhi Yuejun Qu Chi also walked out and stood leaning against the door.

Among the clouds, geese and insects among grasses, the monsters have always been more enthusiastic.

"...That's fine." Zhiyue Jun closed his eyes lightly, and said to himself, "If that's the case, if he has a home, that's fine."