"What?!"

Mo Ran was shocked and took a step back. If he hadn't been a vague person in this memory scroll, he would have touched the fish basket net rope next to him at this moment-

Can the Yan Emperor's Divine Tree recreate living people?

"Yan Emperor Wood, Nuwa Earth, and Fuxi Qin, these three are originally the magical artifacts created by the Three Emperors, with extremely pure spiritual power. According to legend, the first batch of immeasurable immortals in the world were created by these magical artifacts. I obtained a piece of Yan Emperor Wood. Even if I don't have the magical power of Shennong to penetrate the sky and the earth, it would be difficult to shape people. Just like after the death of Master Tongtian, his mother reshaped her body with lotus roots. I finally made up my mind and decided to use this piece of divine wood to paint it into the appearance of Chu Xiao Gongzi."

Mo Ran felt dizzy and dizzy in front of him.

Carved into... the appearance of Chu Xiaozi... Chu Lan?

He said, "I want to give my benefactor a son."

Mo Ran's throat was extremely dry, as if something was blocking it. After a long time, he murmured: "Impossible..."

In the scroll, the evening bell of Wubei Temple rings, and the dusk is in full swing.

The tired birds returned to their nests, and the monks' clothes were fluttering, and their wide robes and big sleeves passed under the corridor.

The Master Huaiju sat in the meditation room, with the doors and windows closed, accompanied by the green lamp and ancient Buddha, carving them carefully bit by bit. He did not dare to cut his sword by himself. Before using the Yan Emperor's divine tree to reshape the living person, hundreds of puppets had been carved until they were vivid, exactly like Chu Lan in his memory.

That night, he finally carefully picked up the Yan Emperor Wood. After looking at it for a long time, he carefully and carefully put the first knife.

The wood chips fluttered, and when they fell on the ground, they became gold powder.

Every time he wrote, he tried his best to write, and every time he wrote, he saw the figures of the two old friends. A hundred years of time were ups and downs under the engraving knife. The old monk buried his head very low, and his neck seemed to have been crushed by sin.

"I went into seclusion and spent five years in the temple to finally carve the 'Chu Lan'."

Mo Ranmu walked towards the guilty guilty. He watched the monk slowly lower the carving knife, and it was the last stroke. The dots of the gray were blown away by the guilty guilty.

He trembled with guilt and stroked the face and clothes of the wood carving boy. He cried, knelt on the ground, and kept kowtowing to the wooden statue.

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

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

His small body is like Chu Wanning when he was a child.

It was evening, and the bell sounded, and only the last bit of the setting sun was left between the sky and the earth, which sprinkled in through the window lattice and shone on several tables.

The sound of bells spread throughout the temple at dusk. Outside the courtyard, monks burning cypress and pine leaves, and the fragrant fragrance was still stained with some bitterness and coldness.

Night is approaching and the Zen Temple is peaceful.

"I'll call you, Chu Wanning."

The last blow fell, and the bell fell, and the guilty man whispered to the wooden statue.

He bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood full of metallic spiritual power. In an instant, a dazzling light in the room was shining.

Mo Ran trembled his eyelashes in this bright light and closed his eyes. His eyelids were trembling. He tried to try to see everything in the light clearly, but because of his tears, his eyes were hazy, bright and dazzling, he could not see anything clearly or anything.

When I was stabbed to completely close my eyes, Mo Ran thought about it-

Chu Wanning already knew all this. How painful should his heart hurt?

Not a living person.

No father or mother.

It's just a piece of dead wood and a drop of blood.

He lived in a daze between heaven and earth for more than thirty years.

"After the divine wood has a spirit, he became like a young master Chu Lan as I wish. I raised him in the temple and accepted him as a disciple. Gradually, he grew up and began to ask me about my own life experience and where I came from."

When Mo Ran saw Chu Wanning sitting next to the master of sin, eating candied haws, and asking, "Master, you kept saying that I was brought back from the snow by you, so where did you bring me back?"

His sinful eyes turned to the cold and dark place of the distant mountains. He showed his deity for a while, and then said two words like a sigh.

"Lin'an."

"So am I from Lin'an?"

"Um."

"But I have 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 to see outside. I... want to go to see Lin'an."

The illusion gradually faded away, and Wubei Temple became far away, and what followed was the bright and bright summer scenery of Jiangnan.

It was June, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were beautiful and upright, with fragrance. Chu Wanning, who was even smaller than Xia Si Ni, walked on the bluestone road with a kick and a slap, following him with a guilty conscience.

"Wanning, go slowly and be careful of falling."

Chu Wanning smiled and turned around.

That was the tender and carefree smiling face that Mo Ran had never seen before.

"Okay, I'll wait for Master."

At that time, Chu Wanning was wearing a blue-gray monk's robe, without losing her hair, tied a bun, and a lotus leaf was on her head. The lotus leaf was still stained with some crystal clear dew, which made Chu Wanning's face become more pure and bright.

Hunting Sui walked to him and took his hand: "Okay, I've seen Xizi Lake, where do you want to go next?"

"Can you go and eat something?"

"Then..." He paused, "Go to the city."

They walked into the city together, and Mo Ran walked beside them. He watched Chu Wanning pressing against the lotus leaves, not even his knees, and felt pity and sadness in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, and even though he knew he could not touch the person in the illusion, he still reached over and touched Chu Wanning's head.

"Um?"

Unexpectedly, after this touch, Chu Wanning suddenly stopped.

He asked kindly, "What's wrong?"

Chu Wanning raised his head and raised his face. His eyes were as clear as two sweet springs in the sun. It fell on Mo Ran's body without any bias.

Mo Ran was almost stunned, and only heard his heartbeat and blood was rushing.

He found it incredible, but he was secretly looking forward to it...

"What is that?"

Chu Wanning let go of his guilty hand and walked towards Mo Ran.

The more Mo Ran looked, the more uncomfortable he felt. He had never seen Chu Wanning like this without any worries and a sparse expression. He couldn't help but bend down and couldn't help but spread his arms to hug him.

But Chu Wanning walked straight through his phantom.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw the child walking to a snack shop behind him. He was looking up at the stall owner lifting the bamboo cage. The smoke rose and steamed, and the light pink flower cakes were exposed inside.

Mo Ran's heart was slightly relaxed, and then he felt a little sad.

It was indeed just a coincidence.

He followed Cao Sui and walked over. When Chu Wanning saw Cao Sui coming, he smiled and said, "Master, this pastry looks delicious."

"Would you like to taste it?"

"May I?"

He looked a little dazed: "You all like it..."

When Chu Wanning heard this, she opened her eyes slightly and asked innocently: "Whoever likes it?"

He pursed his lips and said, "...It's nothing. Master thought of an old friend."

He paid for three glutinous rice cakes, and looked at Chu Wanning thoughtfully, and the steam blew up, blurring the child's face.

The past is like a river, rolling by.

He sighed softly and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, his sleeve was pulled lightly. He lowered his head and saw the pastry that was broken into two halves. The red bean paste inside was delicate and soft, exuding the fragrance of heat and dessert.

"Master half, I am half. Big one."

"Why give me the big one?"

"I'm tall and I eat a lot."

"..." Mo Ran looked at Huaizui taking the pastry, and Chu Wanning and he stood by the stall eating snacks and talking. He was silent for a moment, stood in the bright Lin'an sunshine, and smiled slightly.

It hurts a lot.

But he also felt that spring water was flowing in his heart. He felt that no one would be soft-hearted and dislike Chu Wanning like this.

That is the most well-behaved and best child in the world.

The prosperous sunshine in front of me faded away again.

This time the new scroll did not appear immediately. Mo Ran stood in the darkness, with his ears of a voice that was as clear as a ghost.

"I have been with him all day long, teaching him to recognize words, read books, preach to him, and understand. But what I care most about is his magic - I still haven't forgotten that I created such a child to eventually return him to my benefactor. I have planned from the beginning that when Chu Wanning grows up and his spiritual power and body can bear it, I will take him to the ghost world."

He paused for guilt and his voice became deeper and deeper.

"Take it over and melt the broken soul that only left by Chu Lan's young master into his body."

Mo Ran: "!"
To be continued...