Article 315

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He was an extremely poor person emotionally, so poor but unwilling to beg.

Someone was willing to give him a small piece of hot sesame seed cake to nibble on.

He felt very happy and was very satisfied as he nibbled on the cake.

But Mo Ran, this stupid guy, stared blankly at this piece of soul and was also amused by himself. His heart was filled with grass and butterflies, and he was indescribably happy. He said: "Master, you should smile more. You can't smile better than me." Nice smile."

Allen Chu stopped laughing.

Self-esteem disease. He thinks that "good-looking" is a compliment that only those wild flowers and weeds that show off their coquettishness should get, such as Rong Jiu and others, but he doesn't want it.

But the ink-burning one who has no eyesight is still thinking hard and praising his good master: "Master, you know, when you smile... uh... only that word can describe..."

He was trying to think of words to express the beautiful scenery he just saw.

Related to laughter.

The clapper of the underworld rang three more times.

This man was so blessed that he blurted out: "Yes! With a smile on his face!"

"..."

Chu Wanning was really angry this time. He refused to pay attention to Mo Ran anymore. He suddenly waved his sleeves, held up the soul-inducing lamp, and said sternly: "Mo Weiyu, you are so long-winded and still don't cast a spell? You If you say one more nonsense, I will go back to the Palace of the Four Kings on my own, which is better than returning to the human world and listening to your nonsense all day long!"

The ink was stunned.

Smiling Nine Springs...did he use it wrong?

There is a particularly beautiful smile in the underworld, there is nothing wrong...

The argument at the intersection was a bit public after all, and Mo Ran didn't know where he said the wrong thing, but since the master told him to shut up, he just shut up. Thinking like this, Mo Ran scratched his head and pulled Chu Wanning to a corner. At this time, the slow chanting in his mind was getting louder and louder, and Mo Ran tried to ask Huaisui: "Master, are you feeling better soon?"

It was quiet for a moment, and then the sound of wooden fish was heard, and the guilty voice seemed to be right next to my ears, and it had become extremely clear.

"Right away."

As soon as Huaisui's words fell, a little golden light drifted out from Chu Wanning's second soul. The soul standing in front of him became lighter and lighter as the golden light dispersed, and finally turned into thousands of fireflies, and the galaxy Everything flowed into the soul lamp.

Mo Ran heard the voice of the master's chanting, coming through the rushing water of the majestic yellow spring, and coming through the quiet and peaceful Wangchuan Luxu.

"When will you come back...when will you come back..."

All the misfortunes are gradually washed away in this long Buddha's voice that is almost like a sigh. Mo Ran held the soul-inducing lamp in his arms, feeling that his body was getting lighter and lighter, becoming more and more void.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp and hard sound of wooden fish.

Like a sharp blade, it suddenly shattered the vague chanting.

Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was awakened!

Everything in the ghost world dissipated, just like a big dream I had not long ago. He found himself lying on the bamboo raft, which was docked at the Naihe Bridge at the top of life and death. Under the bamboo pieces, the endless water was surging and làng flowers were splashing.

The sky is crab blue, but it has been dyed a little red. Bamboo leaves are flying on both sides of the river, and thousands of leaves are fresh and tender.

Dawn seems to be coming.

He blinked dazedly.

Suddenly, he found that the soul-inducing lamp in his arms was gone. He was so shocked that he sat up suddenly.

"Master——!"

"Don't shout."

Someone said lightly.

Mo Ran gasped, like a person who had experienced a nightmare, turned his face palely, and saw the guilt-ridden Zhi sitting on the shore, knocking on the wooden fish resting on the bluestone, and raising his eyelids.

"If you shout, he can't hear you right now."

The soul-inducing lamp is placed next to the wooden fish, with colorful light and golden glow. The power of Chu Wanning's soul is indescribably beautiful.

Huai Zui picked up the soul-inducing lamp, stood up from the rock, and nodded to Mo Ran: "Little donor Mo, you did a good job."

Mo Ranyigulu got up and jumped from the bamboo raft to the shore. He grabbed Huai Zui and asked hurriedly: "Master, let's go to Shuangtian Palace to find the master's mortal body? Hurry up, hurry up, I'm afraid that if it's too late, the soul will be scattered again."

Huaisui couldn't help laughing: "How can it be so easy to disperse?" Then he said, "Don't worry, the poor monk has asked the donor Xue to speak to the head of the noble sect. Chu Wanning's mortal body should be at this moment. Move to the Red Lotus Pavilion, where the poor monk will retreat and cast spells to transfer your master's soul into the body again."

Mo Ran said: "Let's go quickly!" Seeing the guilty look, he hurriedly said: "Master, take your time, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

But his eyebrows were clearly furrowed, his feet were subconsciously moving forward, and he still wanted to reach out to pull the sleeves of Huaisui, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry.

Huaisui shook his head, sighed and said with a smile: "It's no use being anxious, little benefactor."

Mo Ran waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, it's important to be safe."

"Yes, it's important to be safe. The soul cannot return to the body immediately after leaving the body. Otherwise, if you go against the will of heaven, your soul will easily be scattered. The poor monk naturally takes his time."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, take your time." Mo Ran echoed repeatedly, but he still couldn't help but hesitated and asked cautiously, "How long will it take for the master to be resurrected?"

The guilt was very calm: "Five years."

"I see, five years is just five...five years??!!"

Mo Ran was shocked and felt like he was being choked.

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