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How could there be no soul...

It was he who closed his eyes and stopped his ears.

What he has always known, he has always been aware of in his heart.

From Chu Wanning's smile, from Chu Wanning's seriousness, from Chu Wanning's tolerance and gentleness, from Chu Wanning's stubbornness and persistence, he has always seen the soul of that person.

But for his own selfish interests and for the so-called atonement, he pretended to be deaf and dumb, and he numbed himself.

Chu Wanning has never been a wooden sculpture, an empty shell.

He is a person of flesh and blood, who can cry and laugh...

"I have watched him grow up day by day since he was a child. When he was a child, he looked like Chu Lan, and when he got older, he looked like Chu Xun. But I have never mistaken him with any of them."

The sound of guilt is like a broken gong, extremely hoarse.

"It was he who gave me half of the cakes, who pulled me to call me Master, who secretly brought me a cattail leaf fan to keep me cool, thinking I didn't notice, who stayed with me for fourteen years at Wubei Temple, and who smiled at me, Trust me and say that I am the kindest master in the world."

Like swallowing gall.

Huaisui murmured: "The most kind master..."

In the scroll, the guilty conscience restrained Chu Wanning's hand and suppressed his spiritual power. Chu Wanning almost fainted from pain at the moment when the spell failed.

Huaisui hugged that living body with gurgling blood. It's like holding Chu Xun, who dug out his heart and illuminated the way for everyone to escape and return when the sky in Lin'an split two hundred years ago.

But it's different.

Chu Wanning is stubborn and proud. Chu Wanning has his own little habits, such as sleeping without a quilt, for example, when he is tired from eating, he can't help biting his chopsticks in a daze, for example, he never likes to wash clothes, and only knows how to do laundry. Dip them all together.

Those are his own habits and preferences.

It's different from anyone else.

The screen went dark again.

It doesn't matter if it's dark, if Mo Ran looks at this situation again, I'm afraid he will go crazy.

In the darkness, there was a faint sigh of guilt.

"Actually, when he gave me a cold look and told me that he wanted to go down the mountain to help the road and he didn't want to sit on the ground and fly up, I knew that he was a living person."

"I was weak and selfish. I almost destroyed the children I raised with my own hands."

"He is not Chu Lan, he is not my sacrifice for atonement."

"He is Chu Wanning, because the time I woke him up was a quiet and peaceful evening. The bells of the Zen temple rang. He was born under the gaze of the majestic gods and Buddhas. I gave him a name."

"But what I gave him was actually just a name. I always thought of myself as the one who created him, and therefore I believed that he should be used by me, owned by me, and allowed to be sacrificed by me. But until I looked at him, and Just like Mr. Chu, for the sake of his own morality, he does not hesitate to cut his own heart to prove himself..."

I was so choked with guilt that I couldn't speak anymore. It took me a long time before I finally spoke in silence.

"I finally understood that I never gave him a soul or a life. It was all his own, because... because a dirty and weak sinner like me could never create a life as pure and resolute as his. "

"Never possible."

Chapter 241 [Dragon Blood Mountain] The truth

The scroll lit up again, and it was a rainy morning. He was sitting in the meditation room with a guilty conscience, twisting the star and moon Bodhi beads in his hands, and muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. Suddenly there was a light flashing at the door. He didn't look back, he just let out a wooden fish sound and sighed: "Are you awake?"

Mo Ran turned back and saw Chu Wanning standing outside the door, his handsome figure seemed to blend into the thin skylight.

"Master, why do you want to save me?"

"No blood can be seen in Wubei Temple."

"..."

"Since you have confessed yourself, I understand what you mean. You can go down the mountain on your own. From now on, don't come back again."

Chu Wanning did not go to pick up any luggage. He looked at the familiar figure in the incense candle Buddha's voice and said after a while: "Master."

Master.

And what to say? Just say goodbye? Thank you for your kindness?

The gauze on his chest was still soaked with blood. The knife was removed, but his heart still throbbed.

After nearly fifteen years of trust, Huai Zui finally said, "I want your spiritual core." That was all. For fifteen years, he had always thought that Huai Zui was the most benevolent and benevolent person, caring about grass and trees and pitying ants. He always thought that the whole world was as peaceful and stable as Lin'an City and Shangxiu Realm.

But those were all false, and they were made to deceive him out of guilt.

This is a calamity tens of millions of times more painful than the shattering of a spiritual core.

Allen Chu closed his eyes, and finally, he said to him: "Farewell...master."

He left his tenderness, trust, and innocence in this solemn temple. Those things were once given to him by Huaisui, but they were later taken away with the broken spiritual core and the rushing blood.

He turned and walked away.

"I know he will hate me. Even if I follow him down the mountain, he will never be able to get over this hurdle in his heart." Huai Gui said softly, "I let him go. From then on, I left an unkind and unjust person in his mind. With such a selfish and heartless image, he no longer recognizes me, and I have no shame in claiming to be his master."

"At that time, his birthday had just passed and he was fifteen years old. Fifteen years of duckweed love, spring, summer, autumn and winter, joy, anger, sorrow and joy. From that day on, he never looked back."

I am sweeping the steps in the courtyard with guilt, the leaves are turning green

It became withered and yellow, and finally there was no trace of life on the branches anymore, and the snow fell in late winter again.

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