Chapter 663
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Mo Ran: "!"
Huaisui said hoarsely: "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 wooden sculpture. I gave him life and taught him The truth about how to behave in the world, but in the end, the blood flowing on his body is not real blood, and the muscles and bones covered with it are not real meat."
Mo Ran was already worried about it. Hearing what Huai Zui said, he couldn't help it anymore. He shouted: "No!"
But what's the use?
Huaisui couldn't hear his angry retort, and the monk's voice was still like a whirlpool, drawing the ink into a deeper and more painful whirlpool.
"Chu Wanning is redundant, he has no life and no soul."
"No!! Why doesn't the sacred tree have a soul? He has life, he has a soul! He is not anyone! He is not like anyone else!" The ink burned in the illusion like a sleepy animal hissing, "It's you who are guilty. You who raised him, you look at him every day... isn't he a living person? What's the difference between him and you, and me?"
But Gui Gui is still mumbling to himself, like the numbness of chanting sutras in front of the Buddha. The words that have been refined are forged from the lips and teeth. I don't know if he is really dedicated to worshiping the Buddha, or if he just wants to numb the too severe pain in his heart.
"He is a body that I carved for Chu Lan. Only when Chu Lan's soul lives in it can Chu Wanning be considered a complete person."
The ink was almost creepy. He didn't know what happened next, but he felt that he was going crazy, almost crazy. He was running in the dark, but there was an abyss everywhere and no outlet. He kept muttering in his mouth, The murmur turned into a roar: "No! You can't destroy him and hold him guilty, 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 revelation of the truth about his previous life.
He was suddenly afraid that he would see the guilt taking Chu Wanning to the ghost world, cutting open his chest, and integrating the spiritual core with Chu Lan's soul.
What about the original Chu Wanning?
The spirit of Chu Wanning's sacred tree will leave, six reincarnations, where can he go with a piece of broken wood?
In the sky, underground, among the clouds, and in the yellow spring.
He is not wanted anywhere.
"No... guilty... you can't..." Mo Ran squinted, his lips blue and white, "You can't..."
How can there be no soul?
Why isn't it a living person?
The child who was laughing and running and jumping on the road with the lotus leaves on his head.
The child who carefully broke apart the flower cakes, gave the big ones to the Master, and ate the small ones himself.
He is still so young, but he is more affectionate, righteous and more colorful than many people.
He is no less than any life made of flesh and blood.
How could it be, not a living person...
But the desperate pleading and screaming of the ink cannot awaken the guilt.
This is where he felt that he had been guilty for hundreds of years. He felt that he owed the Chu Xun family. He had gone through a lot of hardships to create such a prosthetic body. How could he misplace it.
"As the days pass by, Chu Wanning grows up slowly. He is the resurrected body of Chu Lan. I worry about his life and health a hundred times more than I worry about myself. So over the years, I only watched him when he was five or six years old. I took him to Lin'an to stay for a few months, and after that, he never left the boundaries of Wubei Temple."
Huaisui sighed, and continued: "Sometimes I wonder if the worldly romances I have shown him are pitiful. He lived to be fourteen years old and has never been to anywhere except Lin'an. He has been there since They are all just a piece of heaven and earth in Wubei Temple, with dimensions of spring and autumn."
My eyes finally lit up again.
It was a moonlit night, and Mo Ran first saw Huai Zui standing at the door of the Zen room, looking out of the courtyard.
He also hurriedly walked over. Under the frosty moonlight, he saw the fourteen-year-old Chu Wanning dancing with a sword. Begonia flowers were flying. The boy in white looked like an immortal under the reflection of the petals and the cold moon.
The guilty voice still lingered in his ears, together with the sound of the sharp sword piercing the sky.
"But I also think that seeing less is not a bad thing. There are too many sufferings in the world. If the spirit of this sacred tree is destined to only have a short life of more than ten years, and then be replaced by Chu Lan, then life will be easy. , being frank and frank, not knowing the sufferings of the human world, would he be more kind?"
Finished the sword dance.
The remaining flowers fall.
Chu Wanning put the long sword behind his arm, raised his fingers on the other hand, and calmed down.
He calmed down his somewhat rapid breathing, raised his head, saw Huai Zui looking at him, and smiled.
The supper tea brushed his forehead hair, which made him feel a little itchy. He licked it slightly, trying to brush away the broken hair that kept tickling his cheeks, but it was obviously useless, so he finally had to use his hand to brush it away. Fengmu looked back at Huaisui with a smile.
That is also the direction where Mo Ran is standing.
"Master."
"Yeah. Not bad." Huai Zui nodded, "Come here and I'll test how your spiritual core is doing now."
Chu Wanning came over without any doubt, opened his snow-white sleeves, and handed his hand to Huaisui.
After a test, Huaisui said: "It's very strong, but it's still a little unstable. Practice more. You should be able to achieve great success before winter."
Chu nightning smiled and said: "Thank you Master."
When he said this, I don't know if it was an illusion. Mo Ran seemed to tremble slightly when he saw the guilty shoulder.
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