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It is only as big as a palm, and the bark is smooth and delicate, exuding a light luster. Even in the illusion, Mo Ran seems to be able to feel that this piece of wood seems to be flowing with a fragrance.

"The Flame Emperor Sacred Tree."

"!"

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the broken branch where the brilliance flowed in disbelief.

This is... the Flame Emperor Sacred Tree? !

The kind of sacred tree that is said to be thousands of years old growing at the end of the East China Sea, where no one has ever reached? Mo Ran has lived for two lives and traveled around the world for many years. How could he not know the legend of Emperor Yan's sacred tree?

It can kill human flesh and bones.

It can be tempered into a magical weapon that is more powerful than the divine weapon.

It can even help mortals ascend, directly escape the suffering of reincarnation, and become immortals forever.

Huai Zui was obviously aware of these rumors. He said softly: "The sacred tree has a spirit. If you refine it into its spiritual core, you can ascend to immortality soon. ... I will no longer have to suffer the curse of purgatory. From now on, I will be free."

Mo Ran suddenly remembered the rumors about guilt.

Rumor has it that he declined the invitation from heaven and stayed on earth forever.

Could it be that the truth is that he failed to refine the Flame Emperor Divine Tree and failed?

"I really... really wanted to take this sacred tree for my own use. There was a time when I even thought it was God's will. It was God who took pity on me and forgave me. He didn't want me to fall into hell and suffer, so I I will let this sacred tree come to me by chance."

In the cabin, Huaisui stroked the piece of sacred wood, his eyes shining with desire and confusion. His expression was so contradictory, just like the voice echoing in Mo Ran's ears.

"However, I once read in an ancient book that the sacred tree of Emperor Yan is the same as the remains of Nuwa. With this sacred tree, a living person can be created."

Chapter 238 [Dragon Blood Mountain] Soulless

"What?!"

Mo Ran was taken aback and took half a step back. If he hadn't been an insignificant person in this memory scroll, he might have knocked over the rope of the fish basket next to him at this moment——

Can the Emperor Yan's sacred tree recreate a living person?

"Yandi Wood, Nuwa Earth, and Fuxi Qin, these three were originally the artifacts created by the Three Emperors. Their spiritual power is extremely pure. It is said that the first batch of immeasurable immortals in the world were created by these artifacts. I got a section Even without Shen Nong's magical power to reach heaven and earth, it is not difficult to shape a human being. Just like after the death of Grand Master Tong Tian, ​​his mother used lotus roots to reshape his body. I finally made up my mind and decided to use this piece of sacred wood to draw a picture. Carved into the image of Young Master Chu."

Mo Ran only felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes were dizzy.

Carved into the appearance of... Young Master Chu... Chu Lan?

Huai Zui said: "I want to give my benefactor a son."

Mo Ran's throat was extremely sore, as if something was blocked, and he murmured after a long time: "It's impossible..."

In the scroll, the evening bell of Wubei Temple rings and dusk falls.

The tired birds have also returned to their nests, and the monks' flowing robes and wide sleeves are passing by under the verandah.

Master Huaizui was sitting in the Zen room with the doors and windows closed, accompanied by the green lantern ancient Buddha, carefully carving it bit by bit. He did not dare to act rashly, and had already carved it before using the sacred wood of Emperor Yan to reshape a living person. Hundreds of puppets were made until they were lifelike, exactly like Chu Lan in memory.

That night, he finally carefully took out the Flame Emperor Wood. After looking at it for a long time, he carefully and cautiously made the first blow.

The wood chips flew into the air and turned into gold powder when they fell on the ground.

He tried his best with every stroke he made, and with every stroke he made, the figures of the two old friends were in front of him. Hundreds of years of time have been rising and falling under the carving knife. The old monk buried his head very low, and his neck seemed to have been broken by sin.

"I went into seclusion and spent five full years in the temple before I finally finished carving 'Chu Lan'."

The ink burned stiffly and he walked towards Huai Zui. He watched the monk slowly put down the carving knife. It was the last stroke, and the remaining ashes were brushed off by Huai Zui.

Trembling with guilt, he rubbed the face and clothes of the wooden statue. He cried, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the wooden statue.

Mo Ran stared blankly at the small statue placed on the table.

The divine tree is the body, and the guilt is the blade.

The small body is what Chu Wanning looked like when he was a child.

It was dusk at this time, the bells were ringing, and there was only the last bit of the blood of the setting sun left between the sky and the earth, spilling in through the window lattice and shining on the tables.

The sound of sunset bells spread throughout the temple, and monks were burning cypress and pine leaves outside the temple. The fragrant fragrance was also tainted with some bitterness and coldness.

Night is coming, and the Zen courtyard is peaceful.

"Just call you, Chu Wanning."

The last blow to the bell fell, and Huai Zui whispered to himself toward the wooden statue.

He bit his fingertip, and a drop of blood filled with metallic spiritual power dripped out. In an instant, the room was filled with bright light.

The ink burned in this brilliant light with trembling eyelashes and closed his eyes. His eyelids kept trembling. He tried hard to see everything in the light clearly, but because of the hazy tears and the dazzling light, he couldn't see anything clearly. Nothing can be seen.

When he was stabbed until his eyes were completely closed, what Mo Ran was thinking about was——

Chu Wanning already knows all this, how painful should his heart be?

Not a living person.

No father or mother.

Just a piece of dead wood and a drop of blood.

I lived three years without knowing where I was between heaven and earth.

More than ten years.

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