The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 105

The lanterns were bright, illuminating a pair of people.

At this moment, they were no longer in the Meng Po Lobby. Chu Wanning had already arrived at Mo Ran’s bedroom. He couldn’t see the way clearly, so Mo Ran pulled his hand and led him.

Chu Wanning had already lost his two souls, so he didn’t know what time it was. He also didn’t know who was holding his hand, so he was in a daze. Mo Ran brought him into the room, wiped the tears from his face, and closed the door.

Chu Wanning put down the bowl of wontons. He groped his way to the head of the bed and softly asked:

“Is Mo Ran still asleep?”

“… …”

Seeing no response, Chu Wanning assumed that Mo Ran was indeed still asleep. He sighed, seeming somewhat disappointed.

Mo Ran couldn’t bear it, but he was also afraid that he would leave again, so he sat by the bed and said: “Shizun, I’m awake.”

Hearing him call out to him, Chu Wanning’s eyebrows moved slightly, then he made a sound of “En”. He hesitated and didn’t say anything else.

Mo Ran knew that he was thin-skinned. If he felt that Shi Mei was present, he would probably leave again after a few words. So he picked up a hairpin from the table and hit it on the door, making the sound of Shi Mei closing the door and leaving. Then he said: “Why is Shizun here? Who brought you here? ”

Sure enough, in his half-soul state, Chu Wanning was much easier to deceive than usual. He stared blankly for a moment, then said: “Shi Mingjing brought me here. Has he left?”

“He left.”

“En … …”

After a moment of silence, Chu Wanning finally said: “The injury on your back … …”

“The injury on my back is not Shizun’s fault,” Mo Ran said softly. “It’s my fault for breaking precious herbs. Shizun should punish me.”

Not expecting him to say this, Chu Wanning was slightly stunned. Then his soft eyelashes fluttered, and he sighed: “Does it still hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Chu Wanning raised his hand, his ice-cold fingertips groping Mo Ran’s face. After a while, he said, “I’m sorry. Please don’t bear grudges against Shizun.”

Back then, it was impossible for him to say such soft words. However, after his death, his soul drifted in the netherworld. Looking back on the past, he only felt that he had no regrets. The only thing he felt was that he was too heartless to his disciple. Therefore, now that he had a chance to see the old scene again, the words that he couldn’t say because of his pride were naturally spoken out.

Mo Ran felt as if warm spring water had flowed through his heart. The hatred that had remained since his rebirth, the old wounds, and the unwillingness to accept his fate had already been crushed into fine powder. At this moment, they were washed away by this sincere apology, leaving nothing behind.

In the Soul Guiding Light, he gazed at his master’s face. The blood stains seemed to have disappeared, and his pale face seemed to have regained its vitality. He seemed to be able to see the gentle face of Chu Wan Ning when he first met her in his life through that period of time that would never return.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but raise his hand. His warm hand covered his ice-cold hand.

“I don’t hate you.” He said, “Shizun, you’ve been good to me. I don’t hate you. ”

Chu Wanning was lost in thought for a moment. Then, he suddenly smiled.

Even if he was a dead person, even if his face was mottled with dirt, his smile was still like an ice spring that had just melted, filling the room with spring. His eyes were closed, but there seemed to be pearls shining brightly between his eyelashes. It was an extremely brilliant smile of someone who had put down their long-cherished wish after death. Proud but not overbearing, beautiful but not seductive. It was like the most luxuriant begonia that had bloomed. The branches and treetops were solemnly and cautiously adorned with tens of thousands of gentle, thin flowers, bright and fragrant, like stars that covered the leaves.

Mo Ran couldn’t help but stare blankly …

This was the first time in his two lives that he saw such a relaxed and bright expression on Chu Wanning’s face. Mo Ran clumsily thought. Suddenly, he thought of “smiling like a flower”, but felt that it was inappropriate. Then, he thought of “charming a hundred people with a smile”, and felt that it was even more ridiculous.

In the end, no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t think of a single word to describe this beautiful scene.

He only knew how to repeatedly sigh. Beautiful.

Such a beautiful person, why didn’t he … notice it before?

As if he had a stroke of luck, Mo Ran suddenly said softly, “Shizun, there’s something I want to tell you.”

“Hmm?”

“Madam Wang’s begonia, I didn’t know it was so precious. When I picked it that day, I wanted to give it to you.”

Chu Wanning seemed to be a little surprised. Mo Ran’s voice softened. He was a little embarrassed, and even a little helpless as he repeated, “It’s … it’s for you.”

“Why did you pick a flower for me?”

Mo Ran couldn’t help but blush. “I, I, I don’t know. I, I just thought it was pretty. I … ”

He didn’t say anything else, but he was faintly surprised. So, he actually still remembered how he felt when he picked a flower for Chu Wanning all those years ago?

Chu Wanning, who had lost the other two souls, was really gentle. He was like a cat that had lost its nails, leaving only a tame, thin, and soft belly, and a full, round, snowy paw print.

He rubbed Mo Ran’s head and smiled. “You’re really silly.”

“… Mm.” Mo Ran’s eyes suddenly became hot. He looked up at him and sniffed. “Really silly.”

“Don’t do it again next time.”

“I won’t do it again next time.”

Mo Ran thought about it. He recalled how after he gave up on himself in his previous life, he committed crimes everywhere. He bullied people and took advantage of women. He made Chu Wanning very angry. In the end, his Shizun was disheartened. He threw him a sentence that he hated for the rest of his life: “Bad character, hard to improve”. All kinds of feelings welled up in his heart. He said, “Shizun, I promise you, I won’t disappoint you again in the future. I want to do the good, not the bad. ”

He didn’t read much, so he couldn’t say too many powerful promises. However, he felt a surge of blood in his chest. The soul that used to be simple and pure when he was young seemed to have finally awakened from its deep sleep.

“Shizun, your disciple is stupid. I didn’t know you were good to me until today.”

He climbed up from the bed, knelt in front of Chu Wanning, and kowtowed.

When he raised his head again, the young man’s eyebrows were solemn and solemn.

“From now on, Mo Ran won’t teach you how to embarrass yourself.”

The master and disciple talked for a long time, but most of the time, it was Mo Ran who did the talking. When he wanted to feel sorry for someone, he was actually very cute. Chu Wanning listened quietly. From time to time, he would shake his head and smile. Unknowingly, the sky outside the window gradually turned white, as if the thick Huizhou ink was being diluted.

The night was coming to an end.

Master Huaizui stood by the stone bridge. The rapid flow of the river wet the hem of his monk robe, but he didn’t feel it at all. He just waited in silence.

A rising sun slowly rose from the east. Rays of light pierced through the forest and the leaves, shining on the flowing water of the Yellow Spring. In an instant, the river turned golden. The waves were like the fine scales of a flood dragon. Where the waves rolled, they shone brilliantly, overflowing with colorful light.

At this time, he was already in the realm of nothingness. Only those who found Chu Wanning’s remnant soul could see him. Shi Mei and Xue Meng had already been here, but they didn’t see the old monk by the river. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, but the prayer beads in his hand kept moving faster and faster.

“Whoosh —”

Suddenly, the prayer beads that had been coiled around countless times scattered. The Star and Moon Bodhi fell like rain, scattering all over the ground.

Huaizui suddenly opened his eyes, pursed his lips, and turned pale.

Such an ominous sign. He rubbed the broken string of the prayer beads with both hands, watching the beads in the river splash onto the shore, and the beads on the shore roll into the river … For a long time, he was lost in thought, and his face gradually turned pale.

“Master!”

Suddenly, someone called out to him.

“Master!!”

It was a joyous and enthusiastic voice.

Huaizui immediately looked in the direction of the voice. He saw Mo Ran running from afar, carrying a Soul Guiding Lantern with a mixture of golden and red light.

The first rays of the morning sun were dazzling, but this young man’s eyes were brighter than the sun, shining like crystals. He ran in front of Huaizui. His cheeks were slightly red, and he was slightly panting, but he couldn’t suppress his excitement.

“Found him.” Mo Ran brushed away the stray hair on his forehead and held the lantern that carried Chu Wanning’s soul tightly in his arms. “He didn’t refuse to see me. He’s … here.” As he spoke, he pointed at the lantern in his arms. He seemed to be reluctant to part with it. After a moment of hesitation, he wanted to pass the lantern to Huaizui, but after a few inches, he withdrew his hand.

Huaizui let out a slight sigh of relief. He looked at him from head to toe, and said amusedly, “Since you found him, you can hold him. You don’t have to give him to me.”

Mo Ran continued to hold him carefully.

Huaizui picked up the awn staff leaning against the tree, and gently tapped it into the river. A green bamboo raft with a white line at the tip appeared out of thin air on the shore.

“There’s no time to lose, please get on the boat.”

The spring water at the peak of life and death was connected to the ghost world. This was a well-known fact, but because there was a barrier, it wasn’t possible to successfully reach the netherworld by following the river.

Master Huaizui’s bamboo raft had a spell cast on it, so it could communicate with Yin and Yang, so the boat could travel a thousand miles. Mo Ran sat on it alone, and in less than half a day, they arrived in front of a waterfall.

The Yellow Spring Waterfall.

This waterfall faced the world above, and connected to the netherworld below. It was boundless, vast and boundless. A curtain of beads flew down, and the water mist splashed, as thin as thin smoke.

Before Mo Ran could take a closer look, the bamboo raft carried him straight into the curtain of water, which was as huge as a prehistoric giant beast. Before he could react, in an instant, the strong water column was like countless sharp knives, as if it wanted to tear a living person’s flesh and blood apart! It pierced through!

“Shizun — —!”

In the midst of danger, Mo Ran only cared about the Soul Guiding Lantern in his arms. He held the lantern tightly in his arms, and no matter how the whirlpool spun, the sky turned dark, he didn’t let go …

After an unknown amount of time, the deafening sound of the waterfall suddenly disappeared.

The torrential rain also suddenly stopped.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that the Soul Guiding Lantern was safe and sound, he let out a sigh of relief. When he looked up, he was shocked speechless by the scene in front of him.

The waterfall that traversed the two realms of Yin and Yang was gone. A bamboo raft drifted on the vast and quiet lake. The lake was dark blue, and bits of starlight flowed through it. Countless weak souls were like schools of fish, swimming back and forth in it. Reeds grew on both sides of the lake, and the hazy splendor of reed flowers drifted everywhere.

On the left and right, in the depths of the reeds, there was a man and a woman singing dreamily. They seemed to be sorrowful, but also seemed to be peaceful.

“My body entered the abyss of thunder, and my limbs turned into mud paste. My head fell into the vast universe, and my eyes were dried up and crushed into dust. Eat my heart, and the red ants are brilliant. Peck at my stomach, and the vultures are boundless … Only the souls come and go … Only the souls come and go … ”

The yellow spring water flowed to the east, and everything in front of him couldn’t be chased.

Mo Ran drifted on the bamboo raft for a long time. Suddenly, a towering archway appeared in the heavy night sky.

As he got closer, he saw that the decorated archway was huge beyond compare, grand and magnificent. But the small details were of uncanny workmanship, flying gold and moving colors. It was like an evil beast covered in beads, gold, stone, and jade. It was brilliant, but it was sinister and treacherous. It squatted in the dark night and opened its stinking bloody mouth, waiting for the countless wandering souls to be sent into its stomach.

When he got closer, he saw the ferocious turret, like fangs piercing through the sun. The beast’s head was majestic, as if it was listening to the grievances of the world.

He got closer. Chu Wanning’s remnant soul seemed to feel uneasy. The golden light in the lantern flickered slightly.

“It’s okay.” Mo Ran felt his uneasiness. He hugged the lantern and put his lips close to the paper. He comforted him softly, and sent more of his spiritual power to accompany him.

“Shizun, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

The lantern flickered. After a while, it returned to silence.

Mo Ran lowered his thick eyelashes and glanced into the lantern. He couldn’t help but smile. He reached out and touched the edge of the lantern, and then hugged it even tighter.

In the dark night, the three big words “Gate of Hell” entered the lantern. They were bright and dazzling, as if they had just been dipped in the blood of a living person.

The bamboo raft reached the shore. Mo Ran stepped on the Road to the Underworld where even the soil was suffused with the smell of blood.

He walked forward. There were more and more people around him. Men and women, old and young. There were also corpse babies who died shortly after birth. They were all crying and wailing. They all floated into the depths of the Underworld.

No matter if they were emperors or generals in life, they were rich and glorious, or they were commoners, they were penniless. No matter how much money they had, they would be buried with them.

At this time, at this place. This road, they could only brace themselves to finish it alone.

Mo Ran followed the bustling flow of souls and came to the entrance of the World of Spirits and Souls.

There was a person sitting there, shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He looked like a soldier. When he died, his stomach was cut open, so his intestines flowed out from time to time.

The gatekeeper impatiently stabbed his own intestines back in with the handle of the fan. He looked up and lazily questioned the newly dead ghost.

“What’s your name?”

“Sun Erwu.”

“How did you die?”

“Me, I died of old age.”

The gatekeeper took a big stamp and casually stamped “Died of old age” on the photo sticker of the World of Spirits and Souls. He handed it to Sun Erwu, “Don’t lose the tag. If you lose it, you have to go to the Seventeenth Palace to get a new one. Let’s go. Next.”

Sun Erwu was very nervous. Probably every person who had just died, no matter how brave and knowledgeable he was in life, would be nervous. “Then, am I going to be put on trial? I’m a good person. Even a chicken was not stupid when I was alive. I wonder if the fragrant blind cup can steal a good pregnancy. At least give me money to get a wife … ”

The old man nagged endlessly, he was anxious.

The gatekeeper’s ears were sore from hearing so much. He waved his hand and said, “Trial? It’s not sunrise yet. There are so many souls in the World of Spirits and Souls. You have to wait for eight to ten years to be reincarnated. When it’s not your turn, you can stay in the World of Spirits and Souls. It’s not much different from the world of the living. When it’s your turn, you can go and tell the judge whether you killed a chicken or married a wife in life. Next. ”

Sun Erwu was stunned. He stuttered and said in his native accent, “Eight to ten years?”

Mo Ran, who was queuing not far away, was also very surprised when he heard this. “What? I have to wait so long before I can be judged and reincarnated? ”

“Of course, but if it’s a soul that has committed a heinous crime or is not in the right place, then it’s another matter.” When the gatekeeper heard this, he smiled maliciously. When he smiled, his intestines flowed out again. He stuffed it back in again. “Those who enter the Eighteen Levels of Purgatory never need to wait for long.”

Mo Ran, “…”

Sun Erwu, this idiot, wanted to ask more, but the gatekeeper’s patience seemed to have run out. He kept waving his hand and said, “Go, go, go, souls go. Everyone is rushing to be reincarnated. Don’t block the way, next, next. ”

Sun Erwu was swatted away by his palm-leaf fan.

The next person was a young woman. Her face was powdered, but she was still beautiful. When she opened her mouth, her eyes revealed a kind of composure and flirtatiousness unique to the trade. She said softly, “Official, this little one is called Golden Flower. I was beaten to death by a bully …”

Every ghost has its own way of dying, and every ghost has its own thoughts.

The chaotic images of all living beings were all settled here. There was nothing more lively and chaotic than this. But Mo Ran only hugged the lamp in his arms tightly.

He owed his master. He didn’t care about anything else.

He only wanted to find the remaining soul of his master.

“Name?”

The gatekeeper yawned and looked at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was about to speak, but the gatekeeper suddenly shivered. He seemed to feel that something was wrong with this person. He suddenly stood up and stared at his face.

“…”

Mo Ran knew that something was wrong. Not to mention that he was a person who had died once. He didn’t know whether his soul was strange or not. Even if it wasn’t, he was holding another person’s remnant soul. It was worth questioning. But there was no second entrance to the Ghost Realm. This was destined to be unavoidable.

Therefore, he could only brace himself and look at the gatekeeper.

The gatekeeper narrowed his eyes.

Mo Ran pretended to be calm and introduced himself, “Mo Ran.”

The gatekeeper didn’t say anything.

Mo Ran’s heart was beating like a drum, but his face was calm. “I suffered from Qigong Deviation while cultivating and died just like that. Official, please send me a self-portrait. “