The lights are bright, shining on a pair of people.

It wasn't in Mengpo Hall at this moment, and Chu Wanning had already arrived at Mo Ran's sleep. He couldn't see the way, so Mo Ran took his hand and took him away.

Chu Wanning's two souls were lost. I don't know what tonight, nor do I know who the person who was tying his fingers was. He was led by him in a daze. Mo Ran took him into the house, wiped the tears from his face, and closed the door.

Chu Wanning put down the bowl of plagiarism. He groped, came to the head of the bed and asked softly:

"Mo Ran is still asleep?"

“…”

Seeing that there was no reaction, Chu Wanning thought Mo Ran was still asleep, and sighed, as if he was a little sad.

Mo Ranyu couldn't bear it, and was afraid that he would leave again, so he sat down beside the bed and said, "Master, I'm awake."

Hearing him call him, Chu Wanning's brows moved slightly, then he said "um", he hesitated a little and did not speak anymore.

Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned. If he felt that Shi Mei was present, he would leave after a few words. So he picked up a buckle on the table and hit the door in the air, making noises about Shi Mei covering the door and leaving, and then said, "Why are Master here? Who brought you here?"

Sure enough, Chu Wanning, who was half-hearted, was much more scammered than usual. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Shi Mingjing brought me here, did he leave?"

"Go away."

"Um……"

After a moment of silence, Chu Wanning finally said: "The wound on your back..."

"The wound on your back is not blamed by Master." Mo Ran said softly, "It is me who is good at breaking the treasure grass, and Master should punish me."

Unexpectedly, he would say this. Chu Wanning was slightly stunned, and then his two soft eyebrow curtains trembled slightly, and he sighed: "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Chu Wanning raised his hand, groped with cold fingertips, touching his Mo Ran's face for a while: "I'm sorry, don't hold a grudge against Master."

Back then, he had no chance of saying such soft words, but after his death, his soul floated in the underworld. Looking back on the past, he felt that the rest were not regretful and hated, but he was too inhumane to his disciples. Therefore, he had another chance to reappear, and this once insulting words that could not be said at all, so he naturally told him lightly.

Mo Ran felt that his heart was flowing by warm spring water. The hatred that had remained since his rebirth, the old wounds that had been overwhelmed by years, and the unwillingness that had been shattered into pieces. At this moment, he was washed away by this sincere apology, and there was no more left.

In the soul-striking light, he stared at his master's face, blood was as if he could not see it, and his pale face seemed to be angry again. He seemed to have seen the gentle face when he first met Chu Wanning in his life through the time he never returned.

Mo Ranqing couldn't help but raise his hand, and his warm hands covered his cold hands.

"I don't hate you," he said, "Master, treat me well. I don't hate you."

Chu Wanning was out of sight for a moment and suddenly laughed.

Even for the dead, even if there were mottled and dirty faces on his face, the ice spring was still the beginning of his smile. The room was filled with spring, and his eyes were closed, but it seemed to be bright and bright, shining between his eyelashes. It was a smile that gave up his long-cherished wish after death, and was extremely brilliant. It was arrogant but not indulgent, gorgeous but not insane, like the most lush and steady crabapple blossoming, and the branches and treetops were solemn and cautiously put on millions of gentle and thin colors, with bright fragrance and starry flowers all over the leaves.

Mo Ran couldn't help but be stunned...

This was the first time in his two lives that he saw Chu Wanning's relaxed and bright expression. Mo Ran was stupid and suddenly thought of "smile like a flower", and felt it was inappropriate, and then thought of "a smile and a hundred charming" that made him even more ridiculous.

In the end, I racked my brains and couldn't think of a word to describe the beautiful scene he saw.

I only know how to sigh again and again, it looks good.

Such a beautiful person, why have you never discovered it before?

With blessings as if he was spiritually like, Mo Ran suddenly said softly: "Master, there is something I want to tell you."

"Um?"

"I didn't know that Mrs. Wang's crabapple is so expensive. I picked it that day and wanted to give it to you."

Chu Wanning seemed a little surprised. Mo Ran's voice became soft, a little embarrassed, and even repeated in isolation: "It's... for you."

"What did you do for me to fold flowers?"

Mo Ran's face couldn't help but blush: "I don't know either, I just think it's pretty. I..."

He didn't say anything more, but he felt a little surprised. It turned out that he still remembered the mood when he picked flowers for Chu Wanning so long ago?

Chu Wanning, who had lost the other two souls, was really gentle, just like a cat who had lost his nails, leaving only his soft skin and belly, and his round and plump snow claws.

He touched Mo Ran's head and smiled and said, "It's so stupid."

"...Well." Mo Ran's eyes suddenly became hot, he looked up at him, sniffing, "It's so stupid."

"Don't make it again next time."

"I won't make it again next time."

Mo Ran thought about it and recalled that after giving up on himself in his previous life, he did evil things everywhere, bullying men and women, and made Chu Wanning very angry. In the end, Master was discouraged and threw it to him the verdict that made him hate his whole life, "The character is poor and the quality is difficult to grasp", and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He said, "Master, I promise you that I will not teach you to be disappointed in the future. Do good things, not bad things."

He didn't read much and couldn't say too many powerful promises, but he felt a burst of blood surging in his chest. The simple and simple soul that was once young seemed to finally wake up from his sleep.

"Master, my disciple is stupid. I have only realized that you are good to me until now."

His eyes were bright, he got up from the bed, knelt in front of Chu Wanning, and knocked down for a long time.

When he raised it again, the young man's eyebrows were solemn and solemn.

"From now on, Mo Ran will no longer be embarrassed."

The master and apprentice had a long conversation, but most of them Mo Ran was talking. When he was determined to feel sorry for someone, he was actually very cute. Chu Wanning listened quietly and shook his head from time to time to time. Unconsciously, the fish's belly gradually turned white outside the window, as if the thick Huizhou Mo was diluted.

The long night is coming.

Master Huaijue stood by the stone bridge, and the rapid river water splashed the hem of his monk's clothes, but he didn't realize it and just waited silently.

A rising sun slowly rose to the east, and the light shone through the forest and shone on the endless flowing water of the underworld. In an instant, the river turned golden, and the waves were like the thin scales on the dragon's body. The light was shimmering and colorful.

He was already in a state of nothingness at this time, and only those who found Chu Wanning's remnant soul could see him. Shi Mei and Xue Meng had both come, but they did not see the old monk by the river. He seemed not anxious, but the beads plucked in his hand couldn't stop getting faster and faster, and became more and more anxious.

"Wow—"

Suddenly, the rosary that had been coiled around countless wheels dispersed, and the stars, moon, bodhi fell like rain, scattering all over the ground.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, pursed his lips, and lost his color.

Such an ominous sign. He rubbed the broken line of Buddhist beads with both hands, and watched the beads in the river splash onto the shore, and the beads on the shore roll into the river... After a long time of excavation, his face gradually pale.

"master!"

Suddenly someone called him like this.

"master!!"

Exciting, passionate.

When he was guilty, he immediately looked in the sound and saw Mo Ran carrying a soul-guiding lamp that converged with golden light and red light, running from afar.

The morning light was dazzling, but the young man's eyes were brighter than the Chuyang, and he shone like a crystal. He ran to the front of Zhuoju, his cheeks were slightly red and he was slightly panting, but he couldn't help but feel excited.

"Finished." Mo Ran brushed away the hair on his forehead and held the lantern carrying Chu Wanning's soul tightly in his arms. "He doesn't want to see me, he is... here." As he said that, he pointed to the lamp in his arms, and seemed a little reluctant to let it go. He hesitated for a moment and wanted to hand the lamp to Cao Sui, but his hand stretched out a few inches and took it back.

He breathed a sigh of relief with a slight in his guilt, looked him up and down, and said funny: "Since you found him, just hold him, don't give it to me."

Mo Ran continued to hold him carefully.

Huichou picked up the stick beside the tree and pointed it gently into the river. A bamboo raft with green body and white lines tied to the raised head appeared out of thin air on the shore.

"No further ado, please get on the boat."

The spring water at the top of life and death connects the ghost world, which is well known to everyone, but because of the barriers, it does not mean that you can successfully reach the underworld by following the river.

Master Hunting’s bamboo raft cast a spell to make it possible to understand yin and yang. Therefore, the boat traveled thousands of miles, and Mo Ran sat alone on it. Within half a day, he came to a waterfall.

Yellow Spring Waterfall.

The waterfall is located above the world and below it is boundless and vast. A roll of bead curtain flows down, and the mist splashes, as mist is as scattered as thin smoke.

Before Mo Ran could take a closer look, the bamboo raft carried him straight towards the huge water curtain like a prehistoric giant beast. Before he could react, the powerful water column seemed to tear apart the flesh and blood of living people like countless sharp knives! Break through it!

“Master——!”

In times of crisis, Mo Ran only cared about the soul-guiding lamp in his arms. He kept the soul-guiding lamp tightly in his arms, allowing the vortex to sway rapidly, and the sky and the earth were dark and never let go...

I don’t know how long it took, the deafening sound of the waterfall suddenly disappeared.

The heavy rain like storm suddenly stopped.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes and saw that the soul-sucking lamp was safe and sound. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked up, he was speechless by the scene in front of him.

The waterfall that runs across the Yin and Yang realms is gone, and a bamboo raft drifts on the vast and quiet lake. The lake is dark blue, with starlight flowing, and countless faint souls are like fish, swimming and shuttled through it. Reeds on both sides are growing, and the hazy reeds are floating around.

At the left and right ends, deep in the reed leaves, a man and a woman's songs floated like a dream, as if it was sad and peaceful.

"I entered the thunder abyss, and my limbs were all mud-mouthed. My skull fell into the vast sky, and my eyes were fermented and dried and crushed into dust. I ate my heart, and the red ants were brilliant. Pecked my belly, and the vultures were vast... The soul came back... The soul came back..."

The clear water of the Yellow Spring flows eastward, and everything in front of you is not allowed to be chased.

Mo Ran floated on the bamboo raft for a long time, and suddenly, a archway towering into the dark sky appeared in the heavy night.

As he got closer, he saw the archway a huge and magnificent. But the small part was full of magical skills, flying gold and colorful. It was like a beast covered with beads of beads and beads of gold and stone, brilliant but vicious and bizarre. It squatted in the dark night, opened its stinking mouth, waiting for countless lonely ghosts to be sent into its stomach from ancient times to the present.

When I got closer, I saw the horn tower ferocious, like fangs piercing the sun, the beast's head was majestic, as if I was leaning down to hear the wrongs of the world.

It was closer. Chu Wanning's remnant soul seemed to feel uneasy, and the golden light in the lantern was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, swaying slightly.

"It's okay." Mo Ran felt his uneasy, held the lamp, his lips approached the paper, and comforted him quietly, sending his spiritual power in more to accompany him.

"Master, don't be afraid, I'm there."
To be continued...