"what?!"

The smoldering was shocked and he took a half step back. If he was not a vain person in this memory, he might have knocked over the fishnet rope next to him.

Can Yandi Shenmu recreate a living person?

"Yan Dimu, female soil, Fu Yuqin, these three original artifacts of the Three Emperors, the spirit is extremely pure, and the first batch of immortal celestial beings between heaven and earth is said to have been created by these artifacts. I got a paragraph Yan Dimu, even if there is no magic power of Shennong, it is not difficult to mold people. Just like the death of Tongtiantai, his mother rebuilt his body with lotus roots. I finally made up my mind to decide to take this piece of wood and paint. Carved into the appearance of Chu Xiaogong."

The ink burns only feels whirlwind, and the eyes are dizzy.

Carved into... Chu Xiaogongzi... Chu Yu’s appearance?

I am guilty: "I want to be a son of Engong."

The ink burned the throat to the extreme, as if something was blocked, and for a long time he muttered: "Impossible..."

In the picture, the nostalgic temple bell rings and the twilight is four.

The tired bird also returned to the nest, and the monks fluttered in their clothes, and the wide-breasted sleeves passed under the gallery.

The master of guilty sin is sitting in the Zen room, the doors and windows are closed, accompanied by the ancient Buddha of the Qing Dynasty, carefully carved a little bit, he does not dare to slash his sword, before he took the Yandi Shenmu to reshape the living, he has already carved it. Hundreds of thousands of people, until the vivid, exactly the same as Chu in memory.

That night, he finally carefully took out Yandi Wood. After a long period of attention, he carefully and carefully dropped the first knife.

The sawdust has been raised, and it has been scattered on the ground.

Every time he fell, he did his best, and every moment he fell, he was the figure of the two old people. The centuries-old time was in the fall of the knife, and the old man buried his head very low, and his neck seemed to have been crushed by sin.

"I am retreating here. In the temple, it took a full five years to finally finish the 'Chu Yu'."

The ink burned and walked toward the guilty sin. He looked at the scorpion and slowly put down the knives. It was the last one, and the ash of the stars was sinned.

The trepidation of the sinfulness of the face of the woodcarving son, the crown, he cried, kneeling on the ground, and constantly bowed to the statue of the wood.

The ink burned and looked at the case and placed the little elephant.

Shenmu is the body, and it is the blade.

The little body is the appearance of Chu’s childhood.

At this time, it was late in the evening, the bell rang, and only the last bit of the dead sun was left between the heavens and the earth, and it was poured through the window and photographed in several cases.

The sundial bells spread throughout the temple, and monks in the courtyard burned cedar and pine leaves, and the scent of the scent was still contaminated with bitterness and coldness.

The night is approaching and the temple is peaceful.

"Just call you, Chu night, stop."

The last blow of Hong Zhong fell, and guilty whispered to the wooden statue.

He bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood with a metallic spirit. In an instant, the house was covered with light.

In this piece of Huaguang, the ink trembled with eyelashes and smashed his eyes. His eyelids were not shaking. He tried to see everything in the light, but he was blinded by tears, and his eyes were dazzling. Nothing can be seen.

When the spurt is completely closed, what the ink burns is -

Chu nightning has also known all this, his heart, how much pain?

Not a living person.

No father or mother.

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

I have lived for more than 30 years without knowing it between heaven and earth.

"After the gods have a spirit, after the blood is a human being, it is exactly what I want, and it becomes the appearance of the little son of Chu. I put him in the temple to raise the big, accept him as a disciple, slowly, he grows up. Now, start asking myself about my own life and ask me where I came from."

When I saw Chen Xiaoning, a child, sitting next to the master of sin, while eating candied fruit, he asked: "Master, you always said that I was taken back from the snow, then where are you from? What am I holding back?"

The eyes of guilty smuggled into the distant mountains, he went out for a while, and then sighed and said two words.

"Lin'an."

"So I am Lin'an?"

"Ok."

"But I have never been to a monastery. What kind of Linan is like, I don't know." Chu Xiaoning looked a little frustrated. "Master, I want to go down the mountain to see the outside. I... I want to see Lin'an. ”

The illusion faded away, and the temple of no sorrow was far away, followed by the bright summer scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

It was in June that the lotus flower in the lotus pond was beautiful and straight, and Fang Fei was screaming. Chu nighting, who was a little smaller than the Xia Shi counter, kicked and walked on the bluestone road, and the crime was behind him.

"Late, you slow down, be careful."

Chu night Ning smiled and looked back.

It is a tender, green, and carefree smile that has never been seen before.

"Okay, I am waiting for the Master."

At that time, Chu Yuening, wearing a blue-gray robes, did not fall, tied a small pimple, with a lotus leaf on his head, the lotus leaf was still stained with some crystal clear dew, lining the night The face is more pure and clear.

He was guilty and walked over to him and took his hand: "Well, I have seen Xizi Lake. Where do you want to go next?"

"Would you like to eat something?"

"That..." The crime was overwhelmed. "Go to the city."

They brought them into the city, and the ink burned and walked beside them. He looked at the late night of the Chu, and even his own knees, and his heart was pity and sad.

He reached out and knew that he couldn't touch the people in the illusion, but he still stretched out and touched the head of Chu Ning.

"Ok?"

Under the guise of this, Chu nightning suddenly stopped.

I was guilty and slyly asked: "What happened?"

Chu night Ning raised his head and looked up at his face. The eyes were in the sun, clear like two springs, and they were on the ink.

The ink burns almost in vain, only the heart beats and the blood flow is rushing.

He felt incredible, but looked forward to it secretly...

"what is that?"

Chu nightning released his hand of guilty and walked toward the ink.

The more he looked at the ink, the more uncomfortable he felt. He had never seen such a late-night sorrowful, and he couldn’t help but lean over and couldn’t help but open his arms and wanted to hug him.

However, Chu Xiaoning walked straight through his illusion.

The ink burned for a moment, turned back, and saw the child walked to a snack shop behind him. He looked up at the stall owner and opened the bamboo cage. The smoke rose and steamed, and there was a pale pink flower cake.

The ink burned under the heart, and then there was a trace of sorrow.

It really is just a coincidence.

He walked with the guilty sin, and Chu was rather guilty of sin. He smiled and said: "Master, this pastry looks delicious."

"Would you like to taste it?"

"May I?"

The look of guilt is a bit embarrassing: "You really like it..."

Chu Xiaoning heard it, and opened his eyes slightly. He asked innocently: "Who likes it?"

I sweared and licked my lips and said, "...nothing. Master thought of an old man."

He paid for three glutinous rice cakes, and looked thoughtfully at Chu’s bite, steaming up, blurring the child’s face.

The past is like Sichuan, rolling over.

I sighed with sin and closed my eyes.

Suddenly the sleeves were scorned. He looked down and saw the two-and-a-half cakes. The red bean paste was delicate and soft, and it smelled of heat and dessert.

"The teacher is half, I am half. The big one is for the master."

"Why are you giving me big?"

"It's tall, you eat more."

"..." The ink burned and watched the guilty take over the pastries, and the two people in the night were standing at the stall and eating snacks and talking. He was quiet for a moment, standing under the bright sunshine of Lin'an, smiling slightly.

It hurts.

However, he felt that there was a lingering spring in his heart. He felt that no one would be uneasy and would not like it.

That is the best child in the world.

The prosperous sunshine in front of you has faded.

This new picture did not immediately emerge, the ink burning stood between the darkness, and the ear was a sin of the sin of the ghost.

"I am getting along with him all the time, teaching him to read, read, and telling him, Ming Li. But what I care most about is his spells - I still haven't forgotten that I made such a child for the ultimate He returned to me. I have planned from the beginning. When Chu Ning grew up and was able to withstand the spiritual and physical, I will take him to the ghost world."

The crime was overwhelmed, and the voice became more and more low.

"Take the past and smelt the remaining souls of Chu Xiaoxiaozi into his body."

Ink burning: "!"

He was guilty and hoarse: "I didn't think it was wrong at that time. What is Chu Ning? He is not a real living person. He is just a piece of wood, a wood carving. I gave him life and taught him. It is the truth of human life, but after all, what is flowing in him is not real blood, and the muscle bone is not covered with real meat."

The ink burned was already in my arms, and I couldn’t help but listen to it. He shouted: "No!"

But what is the use?

He couldn’t hear his resentful resentment, and the voice of the monk was still like a whirlpool, blowing the ink into a deeper and more painful whirlpool.

"Chu Ning is superfluous, he has no life, no soul."

"No!! Why does Shenmu have no soul? He has life, he has a soul! He is not anyone! He is not like anyone!" In the illusion, it is like a sleepy beast, "I am guilty, you are Raise him, you look at him every day... Is he not a living person? What is the difference between him and you, and me?"

But the sin is still whispering to himself, just like the numbness of the chanting of the Buddha before, the words of the temperament are forged from the lips and teeth, I do not know whether it is really a heart-felt Buddha, or just want to paralyze the heart that is too intense pain.

"He is a flesh that I carved for Chu Yu. Only the soul of Chu Yu lived in it. Chu will rather be a complete person."

The smoldering is almost creepy. He doesn't know what happened behind him, but he feels that he is going crazy, almost crazy, he is running in the darkness, but everywhere is the abyss, where there is no source, he can't help but whisper. Mumbled again and again: "No! You can't ruin him, he is guilty, he has a soul in his body, he is a living person..."

He knelt down.

He was so scared, even more afraid than the exposure of the past.

Suddenly, he was afraid that he would see the sin of bringing the late night to the ghost world, splitting his chest, and integrating the spiritual core with the soul of Chu.

What about the original Chu nightning?

The spirit of the **** of the night will be left, and the six reincarnations, he cut a piece of wood, where can I go?

Heaven, underground, clouds, yellow springs.

I won't ask him anywhere.

"No... I am guilty... You can't..." The ink burns and the lips are white. "You can't..."

How can there be no soul?

Why are you not living?

The child who was running on the road with a smile on the road.

The child who is careful to eat the cake, the big one to the teacher, the small one to eat.

He is still so small, but he is more affectionate and vocal than many people.

He is no worse than any **** life.

How can it be, not a living person...

However, the screaming and crying of the desperate ink is not awake.

He is here for a hundred years, and he feels that he owes a family to Chu, who has experienced many hardships to create such a righteousness. How can he misplace it.

"Days live day by day, Chu nightning grows up slowly, he is the body of Chu Fu's resurrection, I am worried that his life and well-being is far better than worrying about himself. So for many years, I was only when he was five or six years old. He took him to Lin'an for a few months, and later, he never made a half-step of the Wusi Temple."

Sighing with sigh, then said: "Sometimes I will think, the human weather that I have seen him, is not pitiful, he lived to fourteen years old, except Linan, wherever he has not been, he has everything from beginning to end They are just the world of the No.1 Temple of Nostalgia, the size of the spring and autumn."

It finally lit up again.

It was the moonlit night, and the first thing I saw was that I was standing at the door of the Zen house and looking out of the courtyard.

He also walked over, like the frosty moonlight, he saw the fourteen-year-old Chu nightning is dancing swords, sea bream flowers flying, the white boy in the shadow of the petals and the cold moon.

The voice of sin is still not scattered, and the fierce sword breaks the sound of the sky and lingers in the ear.

"But I feel that it is not a good thing to see less. There is too much suffering in the world. If this spirit of the gods is destined to be only a short life of more than ten years, then it will be replaced by Chu, then lively and relaxed. Is it true, honest, and ignorant, will it be more benevolent?"

Dance sword.

The residual flowers fall.

Chu nightning closed the long sword behind the arm, and the other hand raised his fingers and calmed.

He calmed down the slightly breathing, raised his head, and saw that he was looking at himself with guilt, so he smiled.

The dinner blew his forehead, some itching, he blew a bit, trying to blow the broken hair that kept scratching his cheek, but it was obviously useless, so he finally had to take the hand, the black phoenix Smiling and looking back at the crime.

That is also the direction in which the ink burns.

"Master."

"Well. Not bad." Nostalgia for nostalgia. "You come over, I test how your spiritual core is now cultivated."

Chu Yuening would not hesitate to come over, open the white sleeves and hand the hand to the crime.

Under one test, I was guilty: "It's very strong, but it's still a little unstable. Let's practice more. Before winter, you should be able to make a big success."

Chu Xiaoning smiled and said: "Thank you for your respect."

When he said this sentence, I don’t know if it was an illusion. The ink burned the shoulder of the guilty sin. It seemed to tremble slightly.

However, after all, there was nothing to say about the crime. Nothing was said or changed.

He turned and went into the house.

The ink burned in the same place, he no longer went to see the guilty in the house, he was extremely eager to eagerly look at the eager cherished youngsters who would disappear when they did not know.

It is still clean, pure and even gentle.

How can such a person have no soul?

His gaze fell, and he did not intend to see the undulating chest of Xi’an’s white clothes.

The ink burned suddenly remembered something. Suddenly, the five thunders thundered, and there seemed to be a huge stone falling between the chests.

"no no……"

He took a step back.

But what about it?

The memory has stretched out his fingers and broke into his internal organs.

He remembered, Chu nightning has a flaw in his chest.

...he was driven through the heart! He He……

The ink trembled, and the night of the night, Chu Ning, danced the sword under the moon and stepped on the flying flower.

So handsome.

But he felt that his stomach seemed to fall into a bucket of ice, and he only felt chilling.

He was cut open by...

So did the crime last really do?

He really took Chu Ning to the ghost world and melted the soul fragments of Chu Yu into the heart of Chu Yuning, so the original Chu night Ning was long gone, so -

He hugged his head and he sat down on the ground.

He shook and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

pain.

The heart hurts.

Those who would rather be dug out of the heart are themselves, and those who would rather be usurped of the original soul are themselves.

Chu nightning.

He is so good.

Why do you have to suffer so much, and finally end up with a "not a living person" judgment, as a lifeless person to bear another life?

Who is the master of his worship?

Is it Chu, or is it late?

I only felt that I was going crazy, my head was sore and I felt dizzy and disgusting. He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the same place.

Later, the sky was dark, and the Zen room and the flower tree disappeared.

Chu nightning also faded.

The voice of sin is slowly flowing in the darkness.

He said: "The time when Chu was late at the age of fourteen, the time has come to maturity. I plan to take him to the ghost world for another year and to enchant the soul with Chu."