[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that when the old monk strengthened the ban again, Liu Yang suddenly made a move in order to prevent others from getting the wood ghosts that he couldn't get. So he controlled the severed arm of the fungus to fly up, stabbed Ah Honghou with the short knife in the hand of the severed arm, and controlled the severed arm to fly out of the forest. Anxious and surprised, the remnant soul in the guqin screamed, and fixed the dragon lockers one after another, and after the old monk of the ghost city lord untied the fixation, the severed arm of the fungus had disappeared from everyone's sight. And Ah Hong's life is already hanging by a thread, and his life is about to die. Draw out the remnant soul in the guqin and sacrifice himself, take himself as his soul, and hand it over to the ghost city lord for the ghost city lord to give Ah Hong a life. Three days later, Ah Hong woke up and saw the guqin again, although the strings had been connected, but the familiar breath was no longer felt in the qin. 】

Under the moonlight, it was full of cold and cold, and the old monk folded his hands and closed his eyes slightly, and kept reciting scriptures. The sound of incineration, under the mottled shade of the moonlight, slowly reverberates, not only dispels the cold and cold.

Tie Hua and Miaotian had already returned, with a look of loss, and when they shook their heads at Mu Qingming suddenly, they both clenched their fists, and then their unwillingness turned into anger, and they flashed in Miaotian's eyes; Obviously, neither of them was able to catch up with Liu Yang, who overtook the broken arm and assassinated Ah Hong.

And Miaotian was also angry about this. This is another time for him, letting the Immortal Dao be lost under his nose, it is simply insulting his reputation as a tracking master.

Thinking of this, Miaotian's clenched fists and knuckles kept making clicking sounds.

The pity on the old monk's face was heavier; Regardless of whether the wood ghost is his friend or not, as a compassionate man in the empty door, the old monk will not allow this fresh life to disappear before his eyes.

Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, the ghost city lord is desperate to save Ah Hong.

Mu Qingming, how could they not be in this mood; In comparison, Ah Hong did not make a big mistake, and he knew that his mistakes could be corrected, and Ah Hong was also the top priority in the fight against the Immortal Dao.

But where are they going to find the living souls?

The so-called living soul is an ownerless wandering soul, displaced and homeless. It is generally common in mass graves. But now where they are, apart from the scattered houses around them, all that remains is a large area of farmland.

Where to go to attract souls really makes the dragon lock people very embarrassed and anxious.

Just when they were all at a loss, the voice of the remnant soul came from the guqin again, and it was hoarse as usual: "Use me, if you can really save Ah Hong, I am willing to sacrifice my life." ”。 In every sentence and word, there is firmness.

The old monk of the ghost city lord retreated, and after looking at the guqin on the ground not far away with his curious eyes, he said in surprise: "You are a remnant soul?" A remnant soul in the piano made of different three souls and seven spirits? ”。

"Yes, but I'm also an ownerless soul, displaced and homeless." As he said this, the remnant soul floated out of the cloth-wrapped guqin, shimmering with a soft white light in the shade of the tree.

In the white light, a woman in red with dark cloud sleeves appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Her long hair dances in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance. Although the melon seeds have light makeup on their faces, their eyes are like water, and their eyebrows are like distant mountains, with a natural beauty and a refined temperament.

The body was immersed in the white light, and it was already a female ghost remnant who had become transparent, and she smiled, and the resoluteness in her face did not decrease but increased: "During the war of the past year, I was abandoned on the way to escape by others with the guqin, yes, Hong picked me up, and has been taking care of me since then." He saved my life, and now it's up to me to protect him. ”。

At this point, the female ghost's gaze moved away from Ah Hong's flesh-and-blood blurred neck, and fell on the pitiful face of the ghost city lord who sung the Buddha's name: "If you can really save him, please use me as a medium, the little woman thanked me in advance." ”。

In a hurry, the ghost city lord is a lifesaver after falling into the water in the eyes of the female ghost remnant. And she is willing to sacrifice her life for Ah Hong.

"What is the Great Monk going to do?" Mo Han, who was not very experienced, heard it inexplicably, and he could also see the clouds and mountains and mist, so he hurriedly asked Mu Qingming.

But when he saw Mu Qingming, he was already in awe of the female ghost, and after hearing this, he whispered to her: "The remnant soul wants to sacrifice himself to continue his life for Ah Hong." ”。

"Huh?" Mo Han blurted out in surprise, turned his head again and looked at the remnant soul with incredible eyes, and when he saw the fearlessness and firmness of the other party, he was also in awe.

"Amitabha." The lord of the ghost city chanted the Buddha's name, let go of his hands together, stretched out his right hand, and formed a Buddhist mudra in his left hand, and in the palm of his right hand, a golden light appeared at the time.

Buddhist Sanskrit texts, surrounded by the slowly rotating * around, and then you can see * in the middle of the day, a colorful lotus rises in the golden light. Within a foot of the old monk's side, there was a burst of colorful streamers, * solemn.

As soon as Tie Hua, who had a lot of experience, saw the old monk's handprint, he recognized that it was the reincarnation* life continuation seal in the empty door. This technique can transform the energy of the living soul into life force and inject it into the body of the dying person, instantly repairing the wounds on the person's body and renewing his life.

This is the profound Dharma of Buddhism. However, there are also risks associated with the caster, and once the application is successful, the life expectancy will inevitably range from several years to decades. However, for the ghost city owner who is already a gathering of insects, this discount is nothing at all.

Even so, Tie Hua also had some admiration for the ghost city lord, and secretly sighed: "It seems that the young master has made a good friend with a good heart." ”。

Without hesitation, the remnant soul jumped up and flew into the seven-colored lotus in the palm of the old monk's hand. When it disappeared, the colorful lotus bloomed brightly, and the entire grove was covered with a layer of colorful streamers at this moment.

"Go." The old monk snorted softly, and flew up with Cailian in his hand, and flew towards the wound of Ah Hong, who was lying on the ground.

"Let's mourn in silence for this remnant, and give her a ride." Mu Qingming said this, lowered his head slightly, and all the dragon lockers followed suit.

And the lord of the ghost city recited the Sanskrit mantra of death. The scripture sounded relaxed, and the seven-colored light gradually dimmed, and the seven-colored lotus melted into Ah Hong's wound.

In the woods, I could hear the female ghost's whispering to Ah Hong: "You must, live well!" ”......

Three days later, it was another cloudy and rainy day. The continuous autumn rain fell from the sky, sprinkled with water.

The eaves in the small courtyard of the wooden family kept dripping, and the osmanthus flowers were knocked down by the raindrops. In the wind and rain, it exudes a faint fragrance.

Ah Hong was lying on the second floor of the Westhouse, his red eyes straight, staring at the beam above in a daze.

The wound on his neck had long since healed, and even his esophagus was not damaged, except for an ugly scar on the outside, there were no sequelae.

And his guqin crane sang in the autumn moon, Mu Qingming had already helped him repair it, and he was lying quietly on the table opposite the bed at this time. Listening to Miao Yu, who took care of his start, said that it was Mu Qingming who used the Luan glue glue made by frying the phoenix beak and horns to help him completely connect the broken strings, and he couldn't see the slightest fracture.

And although the sound quality is lossless, Ah Hong always feels that there is something missing.

He knew what was missing, his confidant, and the remnant soul that dwelled in the guqin. So he spent almost all day in bed; Even though his body is still fine, he is still listless.

Ah Hong is very grateful to the dragon lockers and saved him. But when he heard about the remnant soul sacrificing himself to continue his life, his heart was even more sad.

The whole person is muddy all day long, and the world in his eyes has lost any brilliance since then. It's always gray and rainy outside at this moment, like a rainy day.

For Ah Hong, the moment the remnant soul died for him, his heart was already dead.

The wind and rain outside the house are still there, and the dripping water on the tile at the edge of the eaves is non-stop, constantly falling in the small courtyard downstairs, dripping water through the stone on the bluestone slab, and making small pits of different sizes and depths.

Outside, on the stairs upstairs, there was a slow, heavy footsteps. Ah Hong in the room heard the sound, still did not move, maintained a flat lying position, and continued to stare at the beam above his head in a daze.

After a while, the hidden door of Ah Hong's room was slowly pushed open, and Mu Qingming walked in slowly from outside the door, and the cool breeze outside the house also blew in.

"Are you better?" Mu Qingming asked this, slowly walked to the window, in front of the table with the guqin, took a plate of incense and lit it, hung it in the incense burner on the table, and covered the stove.

Green smoke curled up, like smoke, Mu Qingming stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers gently touched the strings of the guqin on the table. The sound of the piano sounded.

"Thank you, thank you for saving me and fixing my piano." Ah Hong, who answered the question, turned his head slightly, and when he looked at Mu Qingming, a trace of sincere gratitude flashed in his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sincere gratitude in his eyes dissipated again, and Ah Hong turned his head again to look at the beam above him, and his eyes became blank again.

"You're a walking corpse, but I remember that I saved a living person." Mu Qingming turned around, leaned his waist against the edge of the table, clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at the listless Ah Hong, and said with a slight smile: "The Si people have passed away, but the living are like Si." Are you going to lie in bed for the rest of your life? ”。

"You're not me, you won't understand my feelings." Answering like this, Ah Hong's eyes paused with sadness, and a crystal clear tear welled up, blurring Ah Hong's vision; He saw the figure of the remnant soul again, hidden in the blur in front of him, and his sadness increased instead of decreasing.

"We have all lost a lot of cherished people, but we have survived with their expectations, I can understand your feelings a little." At this point, Mu Qingming's mind flashed the voices of Qin Jing Miao, Mei Xiang and others, and the words came to an abrupt end.

The green smoke curls and the house is full of the faint fragrance of sandalwood, which is soothing.

After a while, Mu Qingming, who was silent, came to his senses and said slowly and softly: "But we should all live well, at least the people who have lost, I hope we can live well." ”。

At this point, Ah Hong was in tears. His life's wish was to heal the remnants of his soul and repair the strings. But now that the guqin is complete, the remnant soul is not there, and the backfire makes him sad and desperate.

"Miaoyu told you the whole process, but she didn't tell you that day on the Blessed Land Spirit Cave, when the remnant soul chose to give you a new life, we all heard her last words, which was to ask you to live well!" Mu Qingming said this, walked behind the door again and stood still, and when she opened the hidden door, she said, "She doesn't want to see you like this now; Think about it, get out of bed when you're done, and live with her hope on your back. ”。

After speaking, Mu Qingming strode out.

The moment the door closed again, Ah Hong began to cry, like a child, but crying desolate and heart-wrenching.

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