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After coming out of Jiaoshan, Mo Ran was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, his eyes were slightly straightened, and he walked forward in silence.
Standing in front of a fork in the road, he was in a daze.
The Great War has passed, the sun is rising at this time, and the morning glow has washed away the leaden splendor of the night, only the dewdrops and the smell of green grass remain in the forest, like a greasy powder, floating and sinking in the morning light.
He turned his head and looked at the majestic and towering peaks. Then look at the road ahead. Going straight is Linling Island, where Xue Meng and his uncle are waiting for him, waiting for an explanation and an answer. But he can't go there, he's going to Dragon Blood Mountain.
Mo Ran vaguely understood in his heart that the master of guilt actually knew far more than he imagined, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm when he saw Emperor Taxian. Perhaps because of this, he became more and more at a loss, not knowing what was waiting for him ahead.
In fact, his mind was in a mess at the moment, and he didn't have any more mood to think. In the end, he was only numb and clear¡ª¡ª
He must go, because the master is there.
Dragon Blood Mountain is located near Wubei Temple. In the early years, monks occasionally went up to the mountain to meditate, meditate, and contemplate enlightenment. However, this mountain often caused confusion. Many people said that they encountered ghosts hitting the wall on the mountain. , Once you go in, you can't get out, so gradually, it becomes a barren mountain.
The ink burned the sword and traveled all day, and finally came to the foot of the Dragon Blood Mountain at sunset. He didn't eat or drink all day, and he was very tired, so when he saw a stream of clear spring flowing from the cypress trees, he walked over, scooped up a handful of water, and washed his face.
What got washed off was first the mud, then the melted blood, and finally his face was revealed, reflected in the sparkling water.
It wasn't an ugly face, but Mo Ran stared at it for a while, feeling unspeakable disgust and disgust. He slammed through the water, shattered the reflection, and then closed his eyes, almost painfully He buried his face in his palms and rubbed them.
Is there any perfect method in this world that can completely separate a person's past from the present? Is there any sharp weapon that can pluck out the rancid memory from my mind.
Is there anyone who can save him, tell him, you are not Ta Xianjun, you are just Mo Ran, you are just Mo Weiyu.
But when he opened his eyes, the water was calm again, and the man inside was still staring at him with resentment and despair.
He knew he had no way out.
Get up and go up the mountain.
When I was halfway up the mountain, there was a sudden fog. There was no sign of thick fog, and I couldn't see my fingers.
Mo Ran thought it was sneaky at first, but under the perception, there was no evil spirit.
It was not too early at this time, the sound of cuckoos crying blood occasionally came from the forest, the surroundings were getting colder, the sun was disappearing little by little, and the surrounding fields were darkened.
"Grandmaster?"
His voice was slightly hoarse, and he walked forward while rubbing.
"Master of guilt?"
No one answered him.
But strangely, he climbed all the way, walking almost blindly, but he was not blocked by anything. The road was so smooth that it was creepy, as if someone had already set up a situation in the depths of the fog, waiting for him to go to the meeting alone , throw yourself into the trap.
"anyone there?"
The fog gradually dissipated.
The scene in front of him became clearer and clearer, with the dense mist falling, mountains, rocks, vines and trees all appeared in front of him.
He found that he had come to a flat and open place unknowingly. When he turned his head, the way he came was still covered by fog, but this was the only place where the grass and trees were lush and the moon and stars were rare.
He stepped on the dew-covered weeds, all the way forward, and then he heard the back of a person.
The ink burned for a moment, then ran forward in panic, and called out: "Master?!"
Chu Wanning turned his back to him, and was kneeling beside a cave covered by wisterias. In front of him, Master Huaizui sat cross-legged and drooping, with a stunned expression and silence.
"Master! You¡ª"
Sudden aphasia, because he saw Chu Wanning turned his head back, his eyelashes were wet, and his face was tear-stained.
Mo Ran stunned: "What's wrong with you?"
Chu Wanning didn't speak, he has been suppressing himself, since a long time ago, he is high and majestic. It seems that when he was born, he was an elder, a fairy, and there was no time for youth and weakness.
"Ink burning"
But this time, he exhausted all his strength, but only opened his mouth to say two words, and the choked sobs could no longer be suppressed, and overflowed from his lips.
Mo Ran murmured forward, walked to him, and knelt down.General situation.
"He also left a memory scroll" Finally, Chu Wanning finally calmed down, Mo Ran touched his cheek, his cheek was cold, "Before he left, he always hoped that If you can come, I will give it to you personally."
Hearing that it was related to himself, Mo Ran's fingertips froze.
A memory scroll?
What will be written there? What do masters of guilt know?
Mo Ran felt that his hands were starting to get cold, his hair stood on end, and he was so cold.
Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "But he can't wait, his life is over." After he finished speaking, it seemed that he had been touched by an extremely painful scar, and he frowned and said no more.
He was probably afraid that if he said one more sentence, he would collapse again.
Chu Wanning covered his eyelids with his arms, he calmed himself down, and slowly cleaned up his messy calm, peaceful, cold, and reliable. He picked up these pieces and slowly put them on himself.
After all, he is not used to being a weak person.
In the end, Chu Wanning raised her wet phoenix eyes, took the scroll out of her arms, and handed it to Mo Ran.
"It contains all the secrets he knows."
Mo Ran's voice trembled undetectably: "has he shown it to you?"
"seen it already."
Mo Ran's heart trembled.
He looked into Chu Wanning's eyes, and at that moment he had a terrible thought.
He felt that Chu Wanning seemed to have everything clear.
Take over the picture scroll with sapphire as the axis.
He was suddenly so uneasy, so he suddenly held Chu Wanning's fingers and rubbed them.
"Wan Ning"
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"If you were in Jiaoshan, that person told you the truth, would you hate me?"
Chu Wanning's face was originally pale, but at this time, he was completely devoid of blood, and even his lips were slightly blue.
"Would you hate me?"
Mo Ran held his hand, so powerful, stubborn, even barbaric. But what was completely different from that strength was the pleading under his soft eyelashes.
"can you?"
Chu WanNing shook his head, did not answer, he closed his eyes, "Look at the scroll."
The scrolls left by the sinful master are very sinister, not similar to the spells in the mortal world, but closer to the dreamland of the feathermen in the Taohuayuan.
Mo Ran took a deep look at Chu Wanning again, then opened the painting scroll, and pressed the picture scroll exuding the brilliance of jade to the center of his eyebrows.
The scene of Dragon Blood Mountain disappeared, followed by a bottomless darkness. In the darkness, a guilty voice sounded, with a bit of sigh, echoing in Mo Ran's ears.
"Master Chu, Lord Mo, the old monk knows that time is short, but seeing that the world is changing and a catastrophe is approaching, if you don't do everything you can, tell the two of you what you know, so as to help you return to the world, old monk In purgatory, you will feel ashamed and regretful."
The voice paused, then spoke slowly.
"In this scroll, the past events involved are all unimaginable, and there is no way to hide the old monk's past mistakes. I know that half my life has been embarrassing, and I have committed a lot of crimes in my past. In addition, I am dull, shallow, and narrow-minded. The days of stealing life and soberness are actually very few, and the good deeds I have done are also pitifully few. I have been guilty all my life, and there is no redemption. After death, I will also fall into the endless hell, and I will never be reborn. I still have extravagant hopes in my heart, and I hope that after seeing it, you two will not feel disgusted with the old monk, thinking that the old monkis inferior to a beast."
There was a faint light in Mo Ran's eyes, and he blinked his eyes. As far as he could see, there were ruins, old trees and crows, and there were flocks of birds pecking at their eyes and eating their stomachs.
He was slightly stunned, somehow feeling that this scene was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it all at once.
Until the city gate was full of dust, a group of people came galloping, wearing forehead rings, carrying feathered arrows, and riding skinny horses. One of the young men reined in abruptly, rolled off his horse, and rushed towards a corpse at the gate of the city, shouting incessantly, "Father! Father!"
Mo Ran was taken aback and felt a chill behind him.
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