Chapter 119: The Four Souls of the Master Gathered Together

Although Chu Wanning did not hear what Rong Jiu shouted behind him, he did not need any further explanation to understand that Rong Jiu had deliberately provoked him in the warehouse to make him angry, so that he could see the right moment to escape and tell on him.

Chu Wanning choked when he thought that he had always thought twice about things, but now that he was involved with Mo Ran, he had become less calm and had let a second-rate man get the better of him.

He looked at Mo Ran running a stone's throw in front of him and couldn't help but ask, "Have you been back to the Fairy Peach House since?"

When she heard this name, which she had almost forgotten, Mo Ran stumbled on her feet and cursed in anger, "Rong Jiu, this beast, he said I went to the Immortal Peach House later.

""

"I have not been to those places since the Terrace of Good and Evil, and I have not deceived you, but if you do not believe me, tie me up with a ghost and interrogate me."

"No need."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes and looked at the ghost he was still holding in his hand, thinking that he had used the willow vine infused with his spiritual power to slice Mo Ran's flesh without asking.

Wait a minute, Shenwu

He tried to pour the spirit flow from the ghosts into his palm, and felt a strong and abundant power rush through him.

Chu Wanning suddenly understood where to get the source of spiritual energy

Although the living and the dead can no longer transmit spiritual currents to each other, Shenwu's spiritual power does not matter whether it is human, ghost, god or devil, as long as the weapons themselves do not resist, then they are all in common

Mo Ran was halfway through his run when he felt Chu Wanning stop in his tracks and he immediately turned around and asked anxiously, "Master, what is it?"

His face was still coloured and dripping with blood, and against those dark eyes, he became more than a little pathetic.

Chu Wanning pursed his lips, a little embarrassed and a little uncomfortable, but his pride in his bones made him feel that although he had wronged Mo Ran, the boy had indeed been tangled up with those Jang San Yung Kau and deserved to be beaten.

After a few moments of thought, Chu Wanning did not know what tone of voice or expression she should use to confront him, so she simply continued to say, without tone of voice or expression.

" Mo Ran, you stand and retreat to the palace wall."

"Do what?"

Chu Wanning said lightly, "A trick for you."

""

Before he knew what his master meant by this, he saw the red light of the Seeing Ghost flowing into the remnants of Chu Wanning's soul, enveloping his entire soul in a layer of hot flame. Mo Ran's eyes widened as he watched Chu Wanning and the ghost echo for a moment, then suddenly the flames disappeared and the man in the golden and red robe, holding the willow vine with its flames, turned back to himself and said.

" Mo Ran, give an order to the seeker."

Mo Ran already had a vague idea of what he was going to do, and although he couldn't believe it, he still immediately bellowed, "Hell, the master is like me, at his command."

The willow vine hisses and flows in Chu Wanning's hands, bursting into a cascade of crystalline red sparks, and the willow leaves on the vine glow with a searing light.

Chu Wanning lifted his other hand, his fingertips grazing the vine body of the Seeing Ghost inch by inch, light surging everywhere he passed. Thousands of shadowy soldiers had by now arrived not far in front of the two of them, and behind them both were the towering, boundary-sealed walls of the palace, with no way back.

However, Chu Wanning has no intention of retreating either.

He saw a gleam of light fall from his gaze, creating a thousand ripples, and the wind suddenly rose up, his robe whipped wildly, Chu Wanning held the willow vine and swept it through the air.

The hells obeyed Mo Ran's instructions and no longer rejected Chu Wanning, but brought their own powerful spiritual energy into Chu Wanning's earth spirit.

Chu Wanning's eyes glowed with that blinding light and his voice was both deep and steady: "Hell, 10,000 coffins."

"In a flash, countless willow vines of gold and red burst out of the ground, tearing the magnificent hall into tiles and bricks, while a thick vine choked the ghosts and soldiers, dragging them to the centre of the willow vine and sealing them in place.

Mo Ran watched in amazement as Shenwu echoed and merged with the remnants of his soul.

Watch as Chu Wanning's robes flap and his ink hair looks like clouds of smoke.

In life and in death, it is this astonishing blaze of heroism that no one can stop.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chu Wanning swept back and placed his hand against the palace wall, and with a mere effort of closing his eyes, he immediately broke the weak point of the boundary.

"Nine feet up, four inches to the right, you attack with fire."

Immediately, Mo Ran leapt up as he had said, and before the demons in the palace had time to react, he gathered a fiery spell in his palm and slammed it down on the spot Chu Wanning had pointed out.

"Get out."

Without having to say it again, Mo Ran leapt to the wall, turned around and grabbed Chu Wanning who came up after him, and the two of them broke out of the Four Demon Kings' palace.

In the narrow alleyway, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were leaning against a wall, looking at each other, not saying anything, and it was Mo Ran who couldn't hold back his laughter: "That old devil is going to be pissed off," he said, grinning, and the wound on his cheek tugged painfully.

"" Chu Wanning said, "Don't you laugh."

Mo Ran stopped laughing, and in the dim alley, his eyelashes flicked and his dark, warm eyes looked at the other man: "Master, are you still angry with me?"

If he had said, "Master, you have wronged me, haven't you?", Chu Wanning might have been uncomfortable, but he asked himself if he was still angry. We escaped from the palace of the Four Demon Kings, he doesn't have the face to talk to the other Demon Kings for a while, but it may not be possible if we delay."

When he heard this, he knew that Chu Wanning was not going to leave, and his heart, which had been clenched since the beginning, was finally relaxed.

Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh again, "Mmm." It hurt to laugh again, and I couldn't help but cover my face.

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran took out the soul-attracting lamp, held it in his hand and chanted the incantation silently. After three rounds of repetition, the lamp suddenly emitted a dazzling and blinding light that made it impossible to open one's eyes.

It was as if he heard the chanting voice of Master Huai Zui, coming through the rushing and majestic waters of the Yellow Spring, through the quiet and serene reeds of the Forgotten River.

"When to come back when to come back"

After a while, the chanting of "When will you return" seemed to come closer, and then the voice of Master Huai Zui rang out in Mo Ran's ears.

"Why are there two earth spirits?" Master Huai Zui's hazy voice held a hint of doubt.

Mo Ran closed her eyes and told Huai Zui everything in her head.

The slim voice was quiet for a moment and said, "You have met Chu Xun of Shun Feng House."

"Hmm."

""

"The Master"

"Nothing, since Master Chu has said that it is normal to have two earth spirits, that should be the case." Huai Zui said, "But I have never tried to recall two earth spirits at the same time. Huai Zui said, "But I have never tried to recall two earth spirits from the ghost world at the same time, so it will take a little longer, so please ask Master Mo to wait a little longer."

Mo Ran looked at the Four Kings' palace and asked, "How long will it take for us to get out of the Four Kings' palace, I don't know when they will catch up"

"It won't take long, please be at ease, Master Mo."

Huai Zui's voice fades even further as he drops these words, and after a while it is completely drowned out by the chanting of "When will you come back?

Chu Wanning could not hear Huai Zui's voice and frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

"The Master's soul is special, and the Master says it needs to wait a little longer." Mo Ran said, "This is too close to the palace, let's go further away."

Chu Wanning nodded and the two walked around a corner. It was almost dawn by now, and the old man who had given directions was about to close his stall.

"I've found someone."

Mo Ran didn't expect to run into him again, so he froze for a moment and then said, "I found him, I found him, thank you, old man."

"There's nothing to thank you for, it's the little Your Mightiness who has been blessed with good fortune. Why is your face broken?"

"Oh, from being whipped by the scattered souls of the netherworld." Mo Ran babbled.

"No wonder, I told you unusual things shouldn't hurt a ghost, ugh how much this should hurt."

After some thought, the old man put the packed drawers down again and cooked two small bowls of wontons and held them out to them, "The rest of these will not be sold today, so please have some before you leave."

Mo Ran thanked him and watched the old man pick up his stretcher again and walk away, before setting the bowl of soup on the small stone bench next to him.

Chu Wanning doesn't like green onions and leeks, so when the old man sprinkled some green onions in his wonton soup, Mo Ran scooped all the green onions out of the bowl in front of him, then switched them with the one in front of Chu Wanning and said, "Master, have this bowl."

"" Chu Wanning looked at him and didn't push back, picking up a spoon and tasting it slowly.

Mo Ran watched him eat, the cold soup of the ghost world touching his light-coloured lips, without losing any of the ravioli or the soup, the authentic ghostly way of eating.

"Is it good?"

"It's not bad."

"It's not as good as your dragon dumplings."

"Ahem" Chu Wanning was caught off guard, as if choking, and he looked up suddenly, staring in disbelief at the person staring at him with a smile on her cheek, suddenly feeling like a mussel whose shell had been forcibly broken off and exposed to the hot sun, with no secrets left.

"What dragon coppers"

Elder Yu Heng frowned and looked solemn, trying to play dumb and hide the prestige of his fallen master.

"Don't pretend." But before the floor could be picked up by Shivay, it was smashed again by Mo Ran's hand reaching out to rub his hair.

Chu Wanning was furious and frustrated by this.

"I know all about it."

""

Mo Ran took the lantern containing the human soul out of his Qiankun bag and set it by the stone bench, saying, "When Master was alive and squirming, when he came to hell, only the human soul was honest."

"I'll do it for you, but yes."

Mo Ran raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smirk.

But what is it

I feel guilty that you are hungry and regret it

He could not say any of these things.

Chu Wanning feels that he has a hidden problem inside him, that he has a higher than normal self-esteem, that he sees "being nice", "loving someone", "having an attachment" as something to be ashamed of. He saw "being nice", "loving someone" and "having an attachment" as something to be ashamed of. For many years he was used to being alone in the wind and the rain, and he became a huge tree.

This giant wood never trembles like a flower's branches, stirring up emotions, nor does it sway in the wind like a vine or a silk lily, tickling the heart.

He stands silent and solemn, steady and reliable, sheltering those who pass by and shading those who lean under the trees.

Perhaps it is because it is so tall and luxuriant that one has to deliberately tilt one's head up to discover, ah, that this gentle shade is cast by him.

But the passers-by came and went without anyone ever raising their heads, without anyone ever noticing him.

One's vision is always accustomed to looking lower than oneself, at most at one's level, so he gradually got used to it, and it became natural as he got used to it.

There is no one in the world who is born dependent and born to be dependent.

It is only those who always cling to the strong who become more and more charming and soft, stretching out their boneless waists and seeking to win the world by flattery, sycophancy and sweet words.

Another type of person, such as Chu Wanning, who has been a dependent since he began his career, becomes more and more resolute and strong, and later his face becomes iron and his heart becomes steel. These people are so used to seeing the weakness of others, so used to seeing the world's slavishness, that they are extremely reluctant to show even the slightest hint of softness.

They are the ones who hold the sword and must be fully armed and ready to fight.

You must not show your weaknesses, let alone know what is tender.

As time goes by, it seems that we forget that when people are born, they are all sentient, have strength and tenderness, and when they are children, they will cry and laugh, they will fall and get up by themselves, and they will long for a hand to pick them up.

He might have been expecting, too, for someone to come and help him. But after waiting once, no, and a second time, still no, he grew accustomed to the loss over and over again. When someone did come to help him, he would only feel unnecessary and ashamed.

It's just a fall.

Why be pretentious when your leg isn't broken.

And what if the leg is broken, such people will think again.

Oh, it's just a broken leg, it's not dead, so why be pretentious.

And what if it dies.

When a ghost has to think, hey, it's pretentious to say more when you're dead anyway.

They are trying to escape the pretensions of being born weak, but without realising it, they fall into another kind of pretension, each suffering from a disease of self-esteem that is hopeless.

Mo Ran just looked at the incorrigible man and saw what he had to say.

Chu Wanning didn't say anything after all, pursed his lips and put his spoon down dryly.

He was very unhappy.

So after a long time, he leapt to his feet and said, "Try to cast another spell, I want to go into the spirit-led lamp."

"Ah." Mo Ran froze for a moment and laughed, "Is the spirit guide lamp a conch shell to hide in when you're embarrassed."

Chu Wanning looked majestic and flicked his sleeve: "I'm sorry, tell me what I'm sorry about."

"The Master is sorry of course because"

""I didn't think he'd be brave enough to say it," Chu Wanning said angrily, as if she'd been stabbed by a needle, "Shut up."

"For being good to me."

""

Mo Ran also stood up as the red clouds of the ghost world drifted across the sky and the dusky, curved moon that obscured it peeked out, casting a clear frost on the ground and illuminating Mo Ran's face.

He stopped smiling, his expression was solemn and solemn.

"Master, I know you have been good to me. I don't know if you will remember what I am saying now after you return to your soul, but no matter what, I want to tell you. From now on, you are one of the most important people in the world to me. In the past, my disciple did many ridiculous things, and even though I had the best master in the world, I still harboured resentment. When I think about it now, I only regret it."

Chu Wanning looks at him.

Mo Ran said, "The master is the best and the best master, and the pupil is the worst and the worst pupil."

Chu Wanning was a little unsettled, but hearing Mo Ran struggle to express himself in his pathetic diction, trying his best, but still so clumsy.

After holding back for a moment, I couldn't hold back and finally smiled faintly.

"Oh." He nodded and repeated, "A master is the best and best master, and a disciple is the worst and worst disciple. You do finally have some self-awareness."

Chu Wanning was never a greedy man, he gave a lot to others and always asked for very little. He did not have the friendship of Mo Ran, but it was nice to have him as the most important person and the best mentor.

He would have been an emotionally poor man, so poor, but unwilling to beg.

Someone was willing to give him a small piece of hot burrito to nibble on.

He felt happy and was content with small bites of pie.

He said, "Master, you should smile more often, you look better when you smile than when you don't."

Chu Wanning, on the contrary, does not smile.

Self-esteem disease. He thinks that "good-looking" is a compliment that should only be given to those wild flowers and weeds that show off, such as Rongjiu, but he doesn't want it.

But Mo Ran, who was still thinking hard about praising his good master, said, "You know, Master, when you smile, that's the only word for it."

He was trying to think of words that would express the beauty of what he had just seen.

Relating to laughter.

The clapper of hell rang three more times.

The man was so blessed that he blurted out, "To the nine springs of laughter"

""

Chu Wanning was really angry this time, he refused to pay any attention to Mo Ran, and suddenly waved away his sleeves, held up the spirit-led lamp and said sternly: " Mo Weiyu, you are still nagging, don't cast the spell.

Mo Ran froze.

Did he use it wrongly?

There's nothing wrong with having a particularly nice smile in the netherworld

The argument at the intersection was a bit flamboyant, and Mo Ran didn't know what he had said, but since his master had told him to shut up, he should just shut up. With that in mind, Mo Ran scratched his head and pulled Chu Wanning into a corner. By now the slow chanting in his head was getting louder and louder, and Mo Ran tried to ask Huai Zui: "Master, is it almost done?"

After a few moments of silence, the sound of a wooden fish came from Atsushi, and Huai Zui's voice seemed to be in the ear, which had become unmistakable.

"Right away."

As Huai Zui's words fell, dots of golden light drifted out from Chu Wanning's second earthly soul, and the spirits standing in front of him became fainter and fainter as the golden light flowed out, finally turning into ten thousand streams of fireflies that flowed into the soul lamp like a river of stars.

Mo Ran heard the Master's chanting voice coming across the rushing and majestic waters of the Yellow Spring, across the quiet and serene reeds of the River of Forgetfulness.

"When to come back when to come back"

All suffering is gradually washed down to pale in this long, almost sighing Buddhist sound. Mo Ran embraces the lamp of soul attraction and feels her body growing lighter and lighter, more and more empty.

"Thud."

A crunchy, hard wooden fish sounded.

Like a sharp blade, it shatters this trance-like and insignificant recitation with a jolt.

Mo Ran's eyes snapped open, as if awakened

Everything in the ghost world dissipated, as if it had been a big dream not so long ago. He found himself lying on a bamboo raft, which was docked at the edge of Naihe Bridge at the top of death and life, and underneath the bamboo sheet was a torrent of endless water rushing and splashing waves.

The sky is crab green, but already blotted with a thin red, and the bamboo leaves on both sides of the river are in full bloom, with thousands of leaves and thousands of voices all fresh and tender.

The dawn seems to be coming.

He blinked in a trance.

Suddenly realising that the spirit-led lamp in his arms was gone, he was so shocked that his mind was scattered and he sat up violently.

"Master."

"Don't shout."

Someone said faintly.

Mo Ran, gasping for breath as if he had been through a nightmare, turned his face pale and saw Huai Zui sitting on the shore, tapping the wooden fish resting on the boulder and lifting his eyes.

"If you shout, he can't hear you at the moment."

The soul-attracting lamp rests beside the wooden fish, overflowing with colour and brimming with golden light, the soul power of Chu Wanning, indescribably beautiful.

Huai Zui picked up the spirit guide lamp, stood up from the rock and nodded towards Mo Ran: "Little Master Mo, you have done well."

Mo Ran climbed up with a grunt and jumped from the raft to the shore. Pulling Huai Zui, he asked urgently, "Master, let's go to Frost Palace to find the mortal body of the Master... Hurry up, hurry up, I am afraid that if we are late the soul will be scattered again."

Huai Zui could not help but laugh: "It is not that easy to disperse" and then added, "Don't be anxious, I have already asked Master Xue to speak to the master of your school. your master's soul into his body again."

Mo Ran said, "Come on then, let's go," but when he saw Huai Zui's smiling expression, he said, "Take your time, Master, there's no hurry."

But his brow is furrowed, his feet are subconsciously moving forward, and he's trying to reach for Huai Zui's sleeve, so he doesn't look like he's in a hurry.

Huai Zui shook his head and laughed with a sigh, "There is no use in being anxious, young master."

Mo Ran waved his hand, "No hurry, no hurry, no hurry, no hurry, it's important to be safe."

"Yes, it is important to be steady, the soul leaves the body and cannot be instantly attached back to the physical body, otherwise it will go against the heaven and it will be extremely easy for the soul to fly away. Naturally, the poor monk takes his time."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, take your time." Mo Ran repeatedly agreed, but could not resist, and after a moment's hesitation asked cautiously, "Then how long will it take for the Master to come back to life"

Huai Zui was calm: "Five years."

"So that's it, five years on five years."

Mo Ran was horrified and felt like she was choking.

"Five years at the earliest."

Mo Ran :""