Article 57

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The pupils suddenly closed.

A deep bloodstain was wanton and ferocious, the flesh turned outwards, and the blood continued to flow out, extending all the way to the neck...

Mo Ran's eyes couldn't help turning red, biting his lips and staring for a long time, suddenly turned his head and shouted at Chu Wanning angrily: "Have you fought enough?"

Chu Wanning had a gloomy face, didn't say anything, didn't apologize, and didn't step forward. He stood straight in the same place, still holding Tianwen that didn't have any spiritual power in his hand.

"..."

In Mo Ran's chest, there seem to be countless ghosts and monsters moving crazily.

Who can endure such grievances and torments over and over again after a sweetheart who died once in the previous life?

He and Chu Wanning just stared at each other like that, no one gave in, no one gave in, Mo Ran's eyes gradually burst into bloodshot eyes, he hated Chu Wanning for so many years, deep into the bone marrow, why is the man in front of him always wrong with him plate!

When he just entered the sect and did something wrong, Chu Wanning beat him to death. Later, the teacher was injured, and Chu Wanning only had three apprentices in his life, but he stood by and insisted not to save him. Later, Shi Mo died, the pinnacle of death and life was destroyed, and he, Mo Weiyu, became the unrivaled overlord of the cultivation world, who would not accept him in the world of mortals? Only Chu WanNing confronted him, ruined his great career, and stabbed his conscience—reminding him all the time that no matter how powerful the emperor is, he is just a madman who betrays his relatives.

Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning...

In life and after death, it has always been him!

Both of them were still wearing matching auspicious clothes, red shirts facing each other, standing far away, and there seemed to be an unbridgeable gap between them.

Chu Wanning's Tianwen finally took it back.

Member Chen breathed a sigh of relief, knelt in front of the teacher and kowtowed non-stop: "Bodhisattva heart, Bodhisattva heart, Xianjun is a living Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, thank you Xianjun for saving my Chen family, thank you Xianjun, thank you Xianjun .”

always like this.

He was responsible for the evil spirits, but he was also the one who smoked the poisonous willow vine. Chu Wanning did his own business and broke the strict precepts. In the end, Bodhisattva is someone else, and he is a wicked person.

It's always been like this.

He has a bad temper, he admitted it.

No regrets either.

It's just that the cane whip missed and hit his apprentice, he felt uncomfortable after all, but he didn't want to say a few words softly, so he left on his own, and came to the Chen family's little daughter.

Seeing him, the little girl couldn't help but took two steps back in fright, trembling.

Of all the members of the Chen family, she is the only one who is kind. Chu Wanning's tone was slightly slow, and said: "Your mother was caught by a ghost, and her life span was lost for more than 20 years. If you still don't want to repent and have evil thoughts in your heart, you will be haunted by Yin Qi in the future, and I am afraid that you will die earlier. After she wakes up Ask her to use red peach wood to set up a spirit card for Miss Luo, and the card must recognize Miss Luo's identity. Luo Xianxian is the wife of Chen Bohuan's matchmaker. You have concealed the truth for many years, and you should also announce it together, and fulfill her life's wishes."

After a pause, he handed over the scriptures again and said:

"In addition, your whole family kneels three times and kowtows nine times a day, and recite the 'send crossing mantra', so that you can save Miss Luo and send away the ghosts that haunt your family. This mantra needs to be recited for ten years without interruption. If it is abolished, Miss Luo will still come back to seek revenge."

The little girl tremblingly said: "...Yes, many, thank you, Daoist..."

Chu Wanning turned back suddenly again, his eyes were as sharp as a snow-covered bayonet, and he swept across the Chen family's youngest son and Chen Yuanwai, and said sharply: "After Chen Yaoshi wakes up, you two need to tell her everything you have concealed, and leave it alone. She decides on her own, if there is even the slightest concealment, watch me keep your tongue out!"

The two of them were vicious and soft-hearted people, how could they dare not agree, they kowtowed repeatedly to promise.

"As for Baidie incense powder, this product was prepared by Luo Shusheng, but you have the audacity to say that it is your own prescription. You know what to do, so I don't need to say more." Chu Wanning said and brushed his sleeves.

"I, we must go to the shop to correct, to clarify, to tell the folks that this powder is from Luo...Mr. Luo..."

After everything was arranged properly, Chu Wanning asked Mo Ran to help Chen Yaoshi back to the room and push her blood to detoxify.

Although Mo Ran hated in his heart, he knew that when he was young, he was more in awe of the master than disobedience, so he didn't say anything anymore. He shook Shi Mo's hand and whispered: "Go and see your face, hurry up The bleeding has stopped. I helped her to the room."

In the bedroom of the eldest son of the Chen family, there is still a big red double happiness sticker, probably because of some accident, he forgot to take it off in the rush. Now that Chen Bohuan has become a fan, it is extremely ironic.

In this absurd farce, Chen Yao finally became a victim of greed. I don't know what choice she will make after she wakes up.

She is no better than Shi Mo, she is an ordinary person after all, Chu Wanning pushed the blood silently for her, and then fed her the elixir. During this process, Mo Ran was handing the handkerchief beside the water, and the two never spoke, nor did they look at each other.

When leaving, Chu Wanning glanced at the wall inadvertently, his eyes moved away, but suddenly realized something, and turned back again, staring at a pair of words hanging on the wall.

It was a small regular script with a few straight lines. The ink should have been inked not long ago, and the edge of the paper had not yet turned yellow.

It was written——

Red Jesus hands, yellow vine wine, and willows all over the city's spring palace walls.

The east wind is evil, and the love is weak. A cup of melancholy, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

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