Unlike the time of the Peach Blossom Spring, this time he no longer got involved. He was just a bystander. No one in his memory could see him. He walked to the cavalry, lowered his head and looked at the boy who was crying with his body.

A blue vein in the skull kept twitching and beating.

He felt a bone-broken chill and got goosebumps all over his body.

Seeing this scene again, he knew very well what role the young man finally played in the shocking change in Lin'an - betrayed the prefect Chu Xun, and in order to restore his adoptive father to the death, he did not hesitate to donate the life of the entire city.

"Xiaoman, people cannot be resurrected after death. Don't be too sad. You can't stay here for a long time. We'd better go back soon."

"No...no...I don't go anywhere. I want my dad...he, he went to find food for me, so he died. It's me that I'm sorry for him, Dad! Dad!"

Mo Ran stared at the boy.

Who is this person?

Is it a sinful father? Or...

His eyes fell on Xiaoman's left hand, and at the tiger's mouth, there was a black mole the size of a rice grain.

He suddenly thought of the master's hand, which was also in this position, and there was a mole in the same place, which was exactly the same.

Mo Ran was shocked.

At this time, the distant voice slowly rang again.

"I was born in Lin'an since I was young, and I had no parents. I was adopted by a groom in the prefect's house. At the age of fourteen, the ghost world was broken and Lin'an suffered. There was no rice or food at home. I was hungry, so my adoptive father took the risk of going out of the city to find food for me, and he had not come back in the evening."

Frightened -

Being guilty is really Xiaoman two hundred years ago?!

Huiniao whispered: "When I left the city and found him, he had been killed by evil spirits, his stomach was overflowing, and his eyes were pecked by crows. I will never forget that scene in my life."

Mo Ran's ears were buzzing. He followed Xiaoman into the city. When Lin'an Tianli was bloody and the Ghost King threatened everyone to hand over Chu Xun. He had seen all these things once, but when he watched them again, he still felt miserable and sad, and the hearts of people were sinister.

On the night he saw the incident, Xiaoman begged in every way, begging everyone not to dismember his adoptive father, and begging the housekeeper to let him wait until Chu Xun returns to see if he could leave his father's body.

"Please wait a little longer, and the young master will come back in a while. I must look at his body. If the corpse is raised, I will definitely stop him. Please..."

"You can't stop the corpse when it is lifted. You have to distinguish which one is more important!"

"No! Don't tear him apart, beg you not to tear him apart..."

The heavy rain was pouring, and Xiaoman kept knelt on the ground and kowtowed, his head and face were covered with blood, but he still couldn't stop him. His father's body was still pulled out of his arms roughly and dragged out of the government office by the prefect's manager. They surrounded the corpse that could change at any time.

Xiaoman's vision was blocked. After a while, he saw blood flowing out from everyone's feet, and was washed into a faint pink by heavy rain.

"I was selfish at that time, and I felt discouraged and full of resentment towards everyone, so I betrayed Lin'an and recommended myself as the subordinate of the Ghost King. I want to take revenge on them."

With his self-report, Mo Ran once again saw the scene that once shocked him.

The mother ate the child's stomach.

The people of the city betray their heroes.

Chu Xun knelt on the stone steps in front of the City God Temple, hunched over into the mud, and cried in tears.

He saw the mob escorting Chu Xun to the temple, like a vulture eating corruption, surrounding him in a vast crowd, and sacrificed Chu Xun's life in order to survive in a breath of breath.

He saw Chu Xun take out his heart and the spirit core together and hand it over to the hands of the scattered people who were crying for him, asking them to leave here as soon as possible and not stay any longer...

Xiaoman also saw these things.

"Later, I went to the ghost world. Many times when I was alone, I would think of Mr. Chu's miserable situation at that time, his heart of giving, and his past... to treat us well. Every time I think of this, I feel uneasy, and I can't escape the condemnation in my heart."

He was guilty of sin and paused.

His voice became extremely painful.

"I'm a traitor."

Mo Ran couldn't tell what it felt like.

Sometimes good and evil are just a matter of thought. Some people actually regret the moment they stab the knife, but so what?

There is no way out.

"Soon after, I heard that Chu Xun's soul was thrown into the underworld. He was a good man. Although his cultivation had not reached its peak, he could not become an immortal. However, he was enough to enter the cycle of reincarnation, to be rich and prosperous in the next life, and to enjoy a peaceful life, but he did not leave. His child, his wife, was confused by the great disaster that year, and he was divided into pieces. He went to the place of Yama to beg for his three-year blessings and wealth in exchange for the liberation of his wife and children. But the final result was not so smooth."

Mo Ran saw the guilty running around the ghost world. He was ashamed and had no face to face Chu Xun, so he kept hiding from Chu Xun carefully, but he tried his best to pull the ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers and asked: "What about the wife and children? What did Yan Luo say in the end? Can you find a way to piece together their souls and let them re-enter the cycle of reincarnation?"

"Can you think of a solution? Please."

"Please help Mr. Chu Xun think of a solution. You can discuss the price you have to pay..."

A ghost soldier laughed at him and said, "I have heard of your glorious deeds for a long time. You didn't help the Nine Kings and killed Chu Xun's family? Why did you suddenly change your temper when you arrived in the underworld? Are you afraid that Chu Xun will become a ghost and come to settle with you?"

Mo Ran followed behind the guilty conceit, and saw that he begged many people and knelt many people. Maybe he shouldn't call him a human, but he should call him a ghost. But many times, the nature of humans and ghosts is actually the same.

As Chu Wanning said, the soul may change its personality, hobbies, and temperament, but its essence will never change in the samsara of life and death.

He was guilty and asked about Chu Xun's wife and children's reincarnation, and the Nine Kings soon found out.

The Nine Kings fought with Chu Xun at that time and destroyed one eye. They had already hated Chu Xun. When they heard that Xiaoman, who was under his command, was filled with guilt, and helped the old master secretly ask about the method of reincarnation, and they couldn't help but be furious.

He took back the token of free traveling to the ghost world with sin, scolded him back to the world, and took away the eternal life of sin as a ghost soldier.

"Go back to the world, and when all the energy of the underworld on your body dissipates, you will die. After death, you will fall into the Abyssin Hell forever, and the soul will not be reborn in all kalpas." The Nine Kings stared at the guilty contempt with the only eye that could be used. "This is the price for you to plan for the old master."

The darkness of the underworld disappeared.

Mo Ran heard the drizzle of rain. It was spring, and the drizzle was as soft as a squeak, moistening the green new buds.

He saw that he had lost his hair as a monk with sin and walked in the spring rain.

"I returned to the world. At this time, a hundred years have passed. Although the Ghost King took away my token, the remaining yin energy on my body can allow me to return to the ghost world when the yin energy is at its peak in the middle of the night. However, after staying for a long time, the loss will be huge. Actually... I am still very afraid of death, so I dare not stay in the ghost world for a long time. Only when I really need some clues and some help will I secretly return to the underworld."

Mo Ran listened to his low self-report, and looked at the guilty of litting a stick in front of him, walking alone in the bamboo forest, the winter plum lying on the snow, the summer lotus listened to the rain, he walked alone, from the spring of thousands of trees to the frost forest dyed through.

The hemp shoes were broken one pair after another.

He was searching and inquiring everywhere, hoping to get a little record and give the mother and son who had his soul destroyed by him the opportunity to be reincarnated and reborn.

He said, "That is also my chance to redeem a little sin."

Others may not feel anything, but they just think it is ridiculous to be guilty, but when Mo Ran heard this, his eyes suddenly became wet.

Atonement.

Everyone who makes mistakes and wants to repent is like a fish thirsty and water, longing for atonement.

This is true for him, and so is guilty.

They are not good people, they have blood dripping on their hands and broken heads under their feet.

How to atone for sins.

Can sins be written off by using the hand that has killed people to release them into the pool of merit? He hopes that the right and wrong, good and evil, blessings, cause and effect in the world can be so simple.

But he knew it was not.

"I have been in the world for nearly a hundred years." I sighed slowly with a guilty voice, "In this century, I will help you when you are in trouble and save you when you are suffering. I know that it is useless to do so. No matter how much good virtues I accumulate, I will still go to purgatory and suffer all the sufferings after I die. But I just want to make myself feel better. I just think that if the young master is still in the world, he will definitely... worry about others' worries, and it is difficult for others?"

How many past events have passed in the past century.

He saw the orphan walking in the mountains and forests with blind eyes, and saw him helping with his work in the fields. He saw the orphans sewing old clothes under a bean orphan lamp, but donating all his money to repair the village that was destroyed by evil spirits.

"Mr. Chu has never been reincarnated. Later, I picked a crabapple that bloomed brilliantly in the world. Thinking that this was his and his wife's favorite flower, I was dizzy and plucked up the courage to see him in the ghost world. As a result, it goes without saying that he turned aside, so he turned me out and prevented me from coming again in the future."

The picture shows Qingyan's back standing among the alleys of the ghost world with sin.

At this time, his back was already hunched.

"I dare not make him upset, so I never appeared in front of him again, but he did not abandon the bunch of crabapples. I think he might still like this human thing. If he couldn't see it in the underworld, I would pick someone to give it to him. I hope that his hatred for me would be less, even a little bit."

"Later, I heard that Mrs. Chu's soul could be restored, but it only took time, but the young master's three souls and seven spirits had been shattered. I was afraid that he would fall into the underworld and no longer have him in the sky and the earth. After learning this news, I felt even more guilty and regretful - until one day, I got something."

On a moonlit night, spring mountains, smoke and waves on the river.

Sitting in the cabin with guilt, the fishing fires reflected in the river, and also reflected the objects in his hand.

Mo Ran walked over and looked at him. He sat down next to the guilty sin. He was close to him and found that it was a piece of wood. The wood grew strangely, and the branches of other trees had rough bark and fine patterns, but it did not.

It is only as big as a palm, the bark is smooth and delicate, emitting a faint luster. Even in the illusion, Mo Ran seemed to feel the wood seemed to flow with a fragrance.

"Yan Emperor's Divine Tree."

"!"

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the broken branches flowing with disbelief.

This is...Yan Emperor's Divine Tree?!

The legendary holy tree that grew for tens of millions of years in the extreme of the East China Sea? Mo Ran lived for two lifetimes and had been walking in the world for many years, but how could he not know the legend of the Yan Emperor's Divine Tree?

It can be flesh and bones of dead people.

It can be tempered into a magic weapon that is stronger than the magic weapon.

It can even help mortals ascend, directly escape from the suffering of reincarnation, and become an immortal class forever.

He obviously knew these rumors when he was guilty. He whispered: "The divine tree has a spirit, and it will be refined into the spirit core, and it will ascend to become an immortal soon... I will never have to be cursed by the purgatory again, and from then on, I will be liberated."

Mo Ran suddenly remembered rumors about guilt.

It is said that he rejected the invitation from heaven and stayed in the world forever.

Is the truth actually that he failed to refine the Yan Emperor's divine tree and failed?

"I really... I really want to take this section of divine wood for myself. For a while, I even felt that it was God's will. God had pity for me, forgiven me, and did not want me to fall into hell and suffer, so this section of divine wood came to me by chance."

In the cabin, he was caressed of sin and caressed that part of the divine tree, his eyes flashed with desire and confusion, and his expression was so contradictory, just like the voice echoing in Mo Ran's ears.

"However, I have read in an ancient book that the Yan Emperor's divine wood is the same as the Nuwa's remains. With this divine wood, a living person can be created."
Chapter completed!