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How does this voice sound like that of a centenarian?

Without thinking, he saw that the monk, except Qingli, was a man in his thirties in the lights of the main hall. He had a clear appearance, plump and graceful appearance, and his eyes were burning, sharp but not intimidating, but peaceful. It was clear and clear, as if the river and sea were condensed with light.

"……Who are you……"

The monk put his hands together and bowed low: "Amitabha, this poor monk is guilty."

No one expected that Master Huaizui, who was at least over a hundred years old, actually looked younger than Xue Zhengyong, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

But Mo Ran and practice together, but they are not stupid. He thought that being guilty was a person who gave up on ascension and stayed in the mortal world. Except for the final rebirth and tribulation, he was no different from a god, so he felt a little relieved. But she couldn't take her eyes away from him.

They were guilty and didn't want to disturb more people, so just the three of them sat in the Danxin Hall. Moran personally served the hot tea to the master, took it guiltily, thanked him lowly, but did not drink it. He only placed the tea on the red sandalwood table, and then slowly raised his head.

Although he was very gentle and polite, he did not beat around the bush, but went straight to the point:

"Donor Mo, please forgive me for being presumptuous, but I am here today because of an old friend."

Mo Ran's heart beat suddenly faster, and he felt dizzy in front of his eyes. He pinched the corner of the case with his knuckles, so hard that he almost crushed the table.

He stared closely at the face of Master Gui Gui, and all the words from his previous life came to him again like snowflakes——

"It is said that only one person in the world has successfully used the rebirth technique among the three forbidden arts, but rumors are just rumors after all, and I don't know whether they are true or not..."

"Then where is Master Huaisui? No matter how much it costs, I will rescue Shimei back!"

"Your Majesty did not know something, and he was guilty... He passed away many years ago. He did not write any writings in his life. Regarding rebirth, he only left one sentence: 'Changing one's life against the will of heaven is extremely dangerous.' In addition, the film No words remain..."

Those fragmentary words rushed through the ears.

"The sinful master has escaped the reincarnation of humans and ghosts."

"It is rumored that he can communicate with the ghost world. If he is still in the human world, Senior Brother Mingjing may be able to return to life. It's a pity, alas..."

"Master Huaizui is the ghost who is still in the world of the sun, and all matters of yin and yang cannot come out of his control."

Mo Ran took a deep breath and was surprised to find that his voice was trembling.

"Old friend...old friend..."

He murmured, looking at Master Huaisui's clear eyes.

The ink burned as light as a mosquito's moan, and there was even a thin layer of sweat on his back. He asked in a low voice: "Who is an old friend?"

The monk stood up slowly. In the dim candlelight, there was no shadow under his feet.

The sleeves of the thin yellow robe are hanging down. The clothes are half-worn, but there are no wrinkles. They float in the wind like a ghost. This master really makes people unable to see through the clues.

Mo Ran could almost hear his own heartbeat, and he couldn't help but stand up with Huai Zui, and the two looked at each other.

"Master." If there was a bright mirror hanging high at this moment, he could see that there was a trace of extravagant hope in his eyes, and because of this extravagant hope, he began to plead again, "Who...for my old friend..."

is it him?

is it him?

Feeling guilty, he suddenly lowered his eyelashes and sighed and clasped his hands together: "My little disciple Chu Wanning died seven days ago. Tonight is the night when he returns to his soul. The poor monk can't bear to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man, so he came to the peak of life and death to ask for mercy from the donor Mo. Give the old monk a disciple."

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Mo Ran never thought that the eminent monk in front of him, who was indistinguishable from human to ghost, would be Chu Wanning's mentor, and he couldn't say anything for a while.

On the contrary, the master reacted quickly. He immediately performed a solemn salute and said solemnly: "I never thought that the master and the ancestor could be traced back this way. I have seen the guilty master."

Master Huaizui said: "There is no need to call him the master. Chu Wanning has long been expelled from the master by the poor monk."

"Ah!" Shi Mei opened his eyes slightly and was even more surprised, "This..." He was cautious by nature. Although he was surprised, seeing the slight sadness in the expression of Master Huai Gui, he knew that he didn't want to mention it more, so he said No further questions were asked.

But Mo Ran's mind was not here, his heart was burning, and he said anxiously: "Master, you just said that you came here for the master, then you...you have a way to bring the master back to his soul?! "

"Aran..."

"Do you have a way to bring him back to life! Don't lie to me! Are you... are you..." His heart was pounding, and coupled with the fatigue for days, he felt dizzy for a while, and half of his words were stuck in his throat. He couldn't say anything anymore, but his eyes were already red.

Master Huaizui sighed: "It's important for Donor Mo to value yourself. Yes, this is why the old monk is here."

Mo Ran's face was already as pale as paper, and when he heard the words, he suddenly turned a layer of blood. He looked directly at the guilty master, his lips were blue and white, and he trembled for a moment before saying: "You... you can... take it seriously... "

"The old monk didn't visit us late at night just to tease the two benefactors."

Mo Ran wanted to say something more, his Adam's apple was twitching, but he could only choke with hoarseness.

After a long silence, Master Huaizui said: "The art of rebirth, changing one's fate against the will of heaven, is extremely difficult. If the old monk had not really owed Master Chu a lot, he would not have done it rashly. Visiting the summit of death and life,

It was also a decision I made after thinking about it a lot these days. "

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