Chapter 238: [Mount Longxue] No Soul

"What?!"

Mo Ran was shocked and took half a step back. If he wasn't an incorporeal person in this scroll of memories, he would have knocked over the fishing basket and net rope beside him.

Can Emperor Yan's Divine Wood create a living person?

"Emperor Yan's Wood, Nuwa's Earth, and Fuxi's Zither. These three items were originally the three emperors' divine weapons. Their spiritual power is extremely pure. It is said that the first batch of Immeasurable Immortals were created from these divine weapons. I obtained a piece of Emperor Yan's Wood. Even if I don't have Shennong's supernatural power, it's not difficult to create a human. Just like how after the death of Tongtian Grand Preceptor, his mother used the lotus root to reconstruct his body. I finally made up my mind to use this piece of Divine Wood to carve Young Master Chu's appearance. "

Mo Ran only felt that the world was spinning and his vision was dizzy.

Carve into … Young Master Chu's … Chu Lan's appearance?

Huaizui said, "I want to give you a son."

Mo Ran's throat was extremely dry as if there was something stuck in it. After a long time, he muttered, "Impossible …"

In the scroll of pictures, the evening bell of Wubei Temple rang and twilight gathered.

The tired birds also returned to their nests. The monks' robes fluttered in the wind as they passed under the veranda.

Master Huaizui sat in the meditation room with the doors and windows tightly shut. Accompanied by the oil lamp and ancient Buddha statue, he carefully carved little by little. He didn't dare to recklessly carve. Before using Emperor Yan's Divine Wood to create a living person, he had carved hundreds and thousands of dolls until they were exactly the same as the Chu Lan in his memory.

That night, he finally carefully took out the Emperor Yan's Wood. After looking at it for a long time, he carefully and carefully made the first cut.

Wood shavings fluttered and fell to the ground, scattering into golden powder.

With every stroke, he put in all his effort. With every stroke, he saw the figures of the two old friends. A hundred years went by under the carving knife. The old monk buried his head very low, as if his neck had been crushed by sin.

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

Mo Ran stiffly walked towards Huaizui. He watched the monk slowly put down the carving knife. It was the last stroke. Huaizui brushed off the dust.

Huaizui trembled as he stroked the face and clothes of the carved boy. He cried and knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the wooden statue.

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

The Divine Wood as the body, guilt as the blade.

It was a small figure, but it was Chu Wanning's childhood appearance.

At this time, it was evening, and the bell rang. Only the last bit of the bloody color of the setting sun was left between heaven and earth. It shone through the window lattice and shone on the table.

The evening bell rang throughout the temple. Outside the courtyard, there were monks burning cypress wood and pine leaves. The strong fragrance was tinged with some bitterness and coldness.

Night was approaching, and the Buddhist temple was peaceful.

"I'll call you Chu Wanning."

Huaizui whispered to the wooden statue after the last stroke of the great bell.

He bit the tip of his finger and dripped a drop of blood full of metal spiritual energy. In an instant, the room was filled with brilliant light.

Mo Ran's eyelashes trembled in the light. He closed his eyes. His eyelids trembled as he tried to see everything in the light. But because of his tears, the light was blinding. He couldn't see anything clearly.

When he was stabbed until he closed his eyes, Mo Ran was thinking.

Chu Wanning already knew everything. How much pain must his heart be in?

He wasn't alive.

He had no parents.

He was just a piece of dead wood and a drop of blood.

He lived for more than thirty years without knowing anything.

"The sacred wood has a spirit. After I dripped my blood and became a human, it really turned into Young Master Chu Lan's appearance as I wished. I raised him in the temple and took him as my disciple. Slowly, he grew up and began to ask me about his life and where he came from. "

Mo Ran saw the young Chu Wanning sitting beside Master Huaizui. He ate candied haws and asked, "Master, you always said that you carried me back from the snow. Where did you carry me back?"

Huaizui's gaze was cast toward the distant mountain. He was lost in thought for a while. Then, he sighed and said two words.

"Lin 'an."

"So I'm from Lin 'an?"

"Yes."

"But I've never left the temple. I don't know what Lin 'an is like." Chu Wanning seemed a little depressed. "Master, I want to go down the mountain and take a look outside. I … want to see Lin 'an. "

The illusion gradually faded. Wubei Temple was far away. What followed was the brilliant summer scenery of Jiangnan.

It was June. The lotus flowers in the lotus pond were delicate and upright. The fragrance assailed the nose. Chu Wanning, who was a size smaller than Xia Sini, walked on the bluestone road. Huaizui followed behind him.

"Wanning, walk slowly. Be careful not to fall."

Chu Wanning turned around with a smile.

It was a tender and carefree smile that Mo Ran had never seen before.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

At that time, Chu Wanning was wearing a small gray monk's robe. His hair was tied into a small bun. There was a lotus leaf on his head. The lotus leaf was still stained with some crystal clear dew, which made Chu Wanning's face look purer and brighter.

Huaizui walked to him and held his hand. "Okay, you've seen Xizi Lake. Where do you want to go next?"

"Let's go and eat something, okay?"

"Then …" Huaizui paused. "Let's go to the city."

They entered the city hand in hand. Mo Ran walked beside them. He looked at Chu Wanning with the lotus leaf on his head. It didn't even reach his knees. He felt pity and sadness in his heart.

He stretched out his hand. Although he knew that he couldn't touch the person in the illusion, he still reached out and touched Chu Wanning's head.

"Hmm?"

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning suddenly stopped in her tracks upon touching him.

Huaizui asked kindly, "What's wrong?"

Chu Wanning raised his head and looked up. His eyes were as clear as two springs under the sun. They fell on Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was almost stunned. He could only hear his heart thumping and his blood rushing.

He felt that it was incredible, but he secretly looked forward to it …

"What's that?"

Chu Wanning let go of Huaizui's hand and walked towards Mo Ran.

The more Mo Ran looked, the more uncomfortable he felt. He had never seen Chu Wanning so carefree. He couldn't help but bend down and open his arms, wanting to hug him.

However, Chu Wanning directly passed through his illusory figure.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment. He turned around and saw that the child had walked to a dessert shop behind him. He was looking up at the stall owner who opened the bamboo cage. Smoke rose in spirals, revealing a light pink cake inside.

Mo Ran's heart relaxed, but then he felt a trace of disappointment.

It was really just a coincidence.

He walked over with Huai Zui. Seeing that Huai Zui was coming, Chu Wanning smiled and said, "Shizun, this pastry looks delicious."

"Do you want to try it?"

"Can I?"

Huaizui's expression seemed to be a bit absent-minded. "You all really like it …"

Chu Wanning heard and opened his eyes wide. He asked innocently, "Who likes it?"

Huaizui pursed his lips and said, "… It's nothing. Shizun just thought of an old friend. "

He took out his money and bought three glutinous rice cakes. He thoughtfully watched Chu Wanning take a bite. The steam rose and blurred the child's face.

The past was like a river, rolling by.

Huaizui sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, his sleeve was gently pulled. He lowered his head and saw that the cake was split in half. The red bean paste inside was delicate and soft, exuding heat and the fragrance of the dessert.

"Shizun, half for me. The big one for shizun. "

"Why do you give me the big one?"

"The taller you are, the more you eat."

"…" Mo Ran watched as Huaizui took the cake and stood by the stall with Chu Wanning, eating snacks and talking. He was silent for a moment, standing under the bright sunshine of Lin 'an, and smiled slightly.

It hurt.

But he also felt that there was spring water flowing in his heart. He felt that in the face of such a Chu Wanning, no one would not be soft-hearted and not like him.

He was the most obedient and best child in the world.

The flourishing sunshine in front of him faded again.

This time, the new picture scroll did not appear immediately. Mo Ran stood in the darkness, and Huaizui's empty voice sounded like a ghost in his ears.

"I get along with him all day long, teach him to read, and preach to him. But what I care most about is his magic. I still haven't forgotten that I created such a child in order to finally return him to my benefactor. I planned from the beginning that when Chu Wanning grew up and his spiritual power and body could bear it, I would take him to the World of Spirits and Souls. "

Huaizui paused, and his voice became lower.

"Take him there and melt the remaining broken soul of Young Master Chu Lan into his body."

Mo Ran, "Yes!"

Huaizui said hoarsely, "At that time, I felt that it was not wrong to do so. What is Chu Wanning? He's not a real living person. He's just a piece of wood, a wooden sculpture. I gave him life and taught him how to conduct himself in this world. But in the end, what flows in his body is not real blood, and what's covering his muscles and bones is not real flesh. "

Mo Ran was already brooding. When he heard Huaizui say this, he could not help but shout, "No!"

But what was the use?

Huaizui could not hear his indignant refutation. The monk's voice was still like a whirlpool, dragging Mo Ran into a deeper and more painful whirlpool.

"Chu Wanning is superfluous. He has no life, no soul."

"No!! Why does the Sacred Wood have no soul? He has life, he has a soul! He is not a human! He is not like a human! " Mo Ran howled like a trapped beast in the illusion. "Huaizui, you raised him, you looked after him every day … Isn't he a living person? How is he different from you and me? "

But Huaizui was still muttering to himself, as numb as when chanting sutras in front of Buddha. Words that had been tempered thousands of times came out of his mouth. It was unknown whether he was sincerely worshipping Buddha, or just trying to numb the intense pain in his heart.

"He is a physical body that I carved for Chu Wanning. Only when Chu Wanning's soul lives in it, can Chu Wanning be considered a complete human."

Mo Ran felt his hair stand on end. He did not know what happened next, but he felt like he was going crazy. He ran in the darkness, but everywhere was an abyss. There was no source. He kept muttering, and his muttering turned into a roar, "No! You can't destroy him, Huaizui. He has a soul in his body. He is a living person … "

He knelt down.

He was suddenly so scared, even more scared than when the truth of his previous life was revealed.

He was suddenly afraid that Huaizui would take Chu Wanning to the World of Spirits and Souls, cut open his chest, and merge the spiritual core with Chu Wanning's soul.

What about the original Chu Wanning?

Chu Wanning's Sacred Wood spirit would leave. Where could he go in the Six Paths of Reincarnation?

Heaven, earth, clouds, and the netherworld.

He would not be taken in anywhere.

"No … Huaizui … you can't …" Mo Ran stammered, and his lips turned pale. "You can't …"

How could he not have a soul?

How could he not be a living person?

That child who ran and jumped on the road with a smile on his face.

That child who carefully broke open the flower cakes, gave the big one to his master, and ate the small one himself.

He was still so young, but he was more affectionate and righteous than many people.

He was not inferior to any life form formed from flesh and blood.

How could he not be a living person …

However, Mo Ran's desperate pleas and cries could not wake Huaizui.

Huaizui's century-old knot was here. He felt that he owed Chu Xun's family. He had gone through untold hardships to create such an artificial body. How could he let it go wrongly?

"As the days passed, Chu Wanning slowly grew up. He was Chu Lan's reincarnated body. I was a hundred times more worried about his life than I was about my own safety. So for so many years, I only brought him to Lin 'an for a few months when he was five or six years old. After that, I never took a step out of the boundary of Wubei Temple. "

Huaizui sighed and continued, "Sometimes I wonder if the worldly affairs I showed him were pitifully little. He lived until he was fourteen years old, and besides Lin 'an, he had never been anywhere else. From the beginning to the end, all he had was the world in Wubei Temple's Zen Temple, the size of spring and autumn."

His eyes finally lit up again.

It was a moonlit night. Mo Ran first saw Huaizui standing at the door of the meditation room, looking out of the courtyard.

He also hurried over. Under the frosty moonlight, he saw the fourteen-year-old Chu Wanning practicing his sword. Begonia flowers fluttered in the air. The young man in white looked like an immortal under the reflection of the petals and the cold moon.

Huaizui's voice still lingered in his ears, along with the sharp sound of the sword breaking through the air.

"But I also feel that it's not necessarily a bad thing to see less. There are too many sufferings in the world. If this spirit of the Sacred Tree is destined to only live for a short ten years, and then be replaced by Chu Lan, then living an easy, honest, and magnanimous life, I wonder if the suffering of the mortal world would be more benevolent? "

The sword dance ended.

The petals fell.

Chu Wanning put the long sword behind his arm and raised two fingers on his other hand, concentrating.

He calmed his slightly rapid breathing and raised his head. When he saw Huaizui looking at him, he smiled.

The evening breeze brushed the hair on his forehead, making it itchy. He gently blew on it, trying to blow away the strands of hair that kept tickling his face. But it was obviously useless, so in the end, he could only use his hand to brush it away. He looked back at Huaizui with his dark phoenix eyes.

That was also the direction where Mo Ran was standing.

"Master."

"Mm. Not bad. "Huaizui nodded." Come here, I'll test the progress of your spiritual nucleus. "

Chu Wanning walked over without hesitation. He pulled open his snow-white sleeve and handed his hand to Huaizui.

After testing, Huaizui said, "It's very strong, but it's still a little unstable. Practice more. Before winter, you should be able to achieve great success."

Chu Wanning smiled. "Thank you, Master."

When he said this, Mo Ran didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see Huaizui's shoulders tremble slightly.

But in the end, Huaizui didn't say anything, didn't express anything, and didn't change anything.

He turned around and went into the house.

Mo Ran stood in the same place. He didn't look at Huaizui in the house anymore. He looked at Chu Wanning with extreme longing, urgency, and greed. He didn't know when he would disappear.

He was still clean, pure, and even gentle.

How could this kind of person not have a spirit soul?

His gaze fell, and he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Chu Wanning's chest rising and falling under his pure white robes.

Mo Ran suddenly thought of something. He suddenly felt as if he was struck by lightning. It was as if a huge rock had been dropped on his chest, and thousands of waves surged.

"No … no …"

He took a step back.

But what could he do?

His memories had already reached out with their claws and grabbed at his organs.

He remembered. Chu Wanning had a scar on his chest.

… his heart had been cut open before! He … he …

Mo Ran trembled. The Chu Wanning in front of him was dancing with a sword under the moonlight, stepping on flying flowers.

So handsome.

But he felt as if a bucket of ice had been dropped into his stomach. He couldn't help but shudder.

His chest … had been cut open before …

So did Huaizui really do it in the end?

He really brought Chu Wanning to the World of Spirits and Souls and merged the fragments of Chu Lan's soul into Chu Wanning's heart. So the original Chu Wanning was long gone. So …

He hugged his head. He curled up on the ground.

He trembled, not daring to think about it anymore.

It hurt.

His heart hurt so much.

He would rather be the one whose heart was dug out. He would rather be the one whose original spirit soul was stripped away.

Chu Wanning.

He was so good.

Why did he have to suffer so much? In the end, he was judged as "not a living person" and was treated as a lifeless body by the creator to carry another life?

Then who was his Master?

Was it Chu Lan, or Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran felt like he was going crazy. His head hurt, and he even felt dizzy and nauseous. He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the same spot.

Then, the sky darkened, and the meditation room and the flowering trees disappeared.

Chu Wanning also faded away.

Huaizui's voice slowly flowed in the darkness.

He said, "When Chu Wanning was fourteen years old, the time was gradually ripe. I planned to bring him to the World of Spirits and Souls in another year to merge his soul with Chu Wanning."