The Chenghuang Temple is the edge of Chu Yu's mana. The steps of the Chenghuang Temple can still be protected by the enchantment, but the temple itself cannot be enchanted.
In the temple, the lights are faint.
More than a dozen ghosts that have been rebuilt in the flesh are separated on both sides. A woman in red is tied up, facing away from the crowd, looking up at the statues enshrined in the case.
By her side, Xiao Mang stood up and made a young child.
Chu Yu lost the voice: "Hey!"
This child is not someone else, it is the son of Chu Yu, Chu Yu. The ink burned in the heart, and the taste of the half flower cake still seemed to be between the lips and teeth. He saw the little son controlled, and he wanted to go forward, but he was stopped by Chu.
"do not go."
"why!"
Chu nighting looked at him and whispered: "They are all dead two hundred years ago. Now this illusion has turned into reality, I am afraid you will be hurt."
"..." This is what it is like to remember this. No matter what you do, the dead people are dead, and nothing can change.
Xiao Gongzi cried outside the enchantment, ambiguously blunt: "Auntie! Auntie save me! Auntie saves the child!"
Chu Yu’s lips shivered slightly and screamed at the small one: “What are you doing? I have not treated you badly, you let him go!”
Xiaoman turned a deaf ear, and squinted his face as if he had not heard anything. He just grasped the hands of Chu Yu but could pull out his inner hesitation. His left hand was a little black, and his hands were blue and violent, and he could not shake.
At this time, the city people who had gathered in the refuge of the government had also chased them. Everyone saw the scene inside the temple, and they were both surprised and angry. They whispered:
"That is the son of the son..."
"How could this be……"
The small hand fell from the knife and loosened the rope of the woman in red. The woman returned to God and slowly turned her head. She was extremely glamorous, clear and sturdy, and she was just plain and pale, but her lips were red. Blood, looking at the smile of Chu, smiles, it is actually a big man.
The illusory candlelight illuminates the face of her eagerness to look forward to life. When she sees her face, Chu Yu is also a good old man. Some people who are older and younger in the crowd are all froze.
The woman smiled with a sigh of relief, and she softly said: "Fei Jun."
Ink burning: "!!"
Chu nightning: "..."
This woman is not someone else, it is Chu’s late wife!
Mrs. Chu’s eyes flowed and she had to take her son from Xiaoman’s hand. When she was young, she refused, but Mrs. Chu was a ghost. After she was disarmed, her strength was far better than that of her. She took the child with a little effort. It is a pity that she died of the epidemic when her child had not had a full moon. Therefore, Xiaogongzi had never seen her mother-in-law, and she was still crying for a while. She shouted in her mouth and asked Chu to save him.
"Hey children, don't cry, mother-in-law takes you to find you."
Mrs. Chu’s jade arm of Qiu Ruoqiu picked up the child, picked him up, slowly walked out of the temple door, along the bluestone steps soaked by the rain, all the way to the Qing Dynasty before the enchantment, standing in front of the Chu, eyebrows It seems like a joy, like a sorrow.
"Fu Jun, don't look at the years, you... are you doing well?"
Chu Yu was unable to say a word. His fingertips were trembled, and a pair of phoenixes looked at the woman behind the enchantment. The eyes gradually became red.
Mrs. Chu whispered: "The children are so big, you are a lot more calm, and I am different from what I think.... Let me marry you."
She said, reaching out and sticking it on the enchantment, but because of the ghostly body, can not cross, only a layer of barrier flowing through Huaguang, silently glaring at the people behind.
Chu Yu closed the eyelids, but the eyelashes were already wet.
He also raised his hand, and across the enchantment, he was attached to the palm of Mrs. Chu, and he blinked again and again.
Chu Yu pharynx: "Mrs...."
The family has been separated from each other by yin and yang many years ago, but the day of the family is also clear.
"Can I live the sea bream that I planted next year?"
Chu Yu smiled, but the eyes were tears: "The pavilions are covered."
Madame Chu seems to have a happy color, Wen said: "That's good."
Chu Yu also tried his best and said: "The dear child likes the sea buck tree most. In spring, he always plays under the tree. He likes you like Begonia every year, every year...clear every year..." He said here, However, it is no longer possible to make a happy face again. The forehead is against the edge of the enchantment, and the tears are constantly rolling down. It is already crying. "Every year, Qingming, he picks one of the best, and wants to put it in front of the tomb." Have you seen it? Every year... Have you seen it every year?"
In the end, the choked and broken, the words weeping blood, actually burst into tears, no more gentleman.
Mrs. Chu is also red-eyed, but she is a ghost, no tears, but she looks sad, but it also makes the viewers feel awkward.
Silence for a time, no one spoke, and silently looked at the foreground, and someone was weeping.
However, at this time, there was a chilly voice in the air.
"Of course she knows, but soon, she won't know."
The burning face suddenly changed: "It is a ghost king!"
The late night of Chu is also very gloomy: "The shameless villain is not afraid to show up!"
The ghost king laughed and smiled, like a sharp nail to tear the bottom of the pot, and heard the creeps.
"Lin Xiaoer is already a ghost of my family. I didn't want to hurt her, but you have to be against me and ruin me. I have to dig your heart and make you hurt better than me!"
When the voice fell, more than ten ghosts in the temple, Sensen, opened their minds.
"The heart is dead, the dust is annihilated -"
Mrs. Chu stunned her eyes wide and shivered: "Fu Jun, nephew, took care of you!!"
"The heart is dead, the old man is annihilated-"
"Hey! Come on! Go to you there!"
Mrs. Chu shoved the child and wanted to hand him over the enchantment, but the little son was actually blocked by the film with the ghost, and it was not allowed to return.
Xiao Man stood in front of the temple bar and looked down on them from top to bottom. His face seemed to be sad and happy. The face that was still pretty handsome was almost twisted.
"It's useless. According to the command of the ghost king, I made a ghost mark on him. He is now like a ghost. He can't get into the enchantment for half a step."
The curse behind him is like a tidal wave, constantly undulating: "The heart is dead, the ignorance is annihilated-"
"French!!" Mrs. Chu is already in a panic. She squats in the arms of her child and beats outside the enchantment. "Fr., you withdraw the enchantment, you remove the enchantment, let the scorpion enter, you protect He, you protect him - I - I am going to... I..."
"The heart is dead, the compassion is annihilated-"
"Fu Jun -!!!"
Madame Chu slammed down, her eyes rounded, and she could not help but tremble. The blood red curse on her face gradually climbed up. "Children - nephew... You promised me, take care of him... Got... I beg you...removed...Falun!!"
Chu Yu has been heartbroken, and he has to raise his hand several times to apply his skills, but he will fall again and again.
Chu Hao was crying outside, tears up his head, and stretched out his hand and cried: "Auntie, don't you be a child...? Auntie, hugs... Hug... ..."
Mrs. Chu kept glaring at him, kissing the child’s cheek, and the mother and the child were squatting and crying. They were asking Chu to open the upper enchantment and let the children pass.
Suddenly someone shouted in the crowd: "The son! Can't! Can't withdraw the enchantment, the remaining hundreds of city people in Lin'an will die - this is the ghost of the ghost world! Son! You can't withdraw!"
"Yeah, the enchantment can't be withdrawn!" The desire to survive has caused one after another to squat down to Chu, and it is also a period of mourning. "The son, beg you, the enchantment cannot be withdrawn! Will die!"
"Madam, please, please..." Someone bowed to Mrs. Chu. "Madam, you are compassionate, your bodhisattva is heartfelt, we will all be grateful to Dade for a lifetime, beg you, don't let the son withdraw the enchantment, you are compassionate, Rescue and rescue, beg you..."
In an instant, except for the guards of the Taishou House and the few people who did not plead, the rest of the people cried, and the momentum immediately covered the request of Mrs. Chu and the little son outside the enchantment.
Chu Yu will stand on the tip of the cone, and if it is smashed by thousands of sharp knives, the blade will produce a reverse thorn in the flesh and blood, and smash the internal organs.
In front of him is a wife and children, behind him is the life of hundreds of people.
In such a torment, he seems to have died, swallowed by fire, and the bones are gray.
The sound of the ghosts of the ghosts kept on, but it became more and more sharp.
"The heart is dead, the seven emotions are annihilated-"
"The heart is dead, the six want to be annihilated-"
There are more and more tattoos on Mrs. Chu’s face, climbing up from her white neck and covering almost the entire face. Immersed into her eyes.
It seems that it is difficult to make a complete voice in her throat, only looking at her husband desperately, muttering in a broken way.
"If you are... I... I will... hate you... you... I will... I hate... I..."
The curse dipped, her weak body trembled, it seemed to be a painful pain, and she closed her eyes.
"I hate!!!"
Suddenly screaming, the tail sounds like a beast!
Madame Chu suddenly opened her eyes and smashed a **** sputum. In the original soft apricot eyes, four scorpions were born, and they were squatting densely, squeezing out all the white spots.
"婉儿!!"
Chu Yu was extremely sad. For a time, he forgot that the enchantment of the Qing dynasty must be settled by the cursor. He only wants to meet with his wife. However, just after he is about to take the enchantment, he suddenly breaks. The empty, squeaky sound slammed into his shoulders and slammed his movements.
It was actually a young man in the Taishou House, still maintaining the position of archery and archery.
The young people are hunting and hunting, and they are revered in the Chu Dynasty. "You son! You wake up! You teach us the people, the sentient beings, the end, are these empty words? Things fall on your shoulders." On, you have to pay for hundreds of lives for a life and death!"
Next to the youth, an old man twitched and said: "You, you are going to let go of the bow, how can you hurt the son? Everything, everything is the choice of the son, the son has done his best, and how can you... you are ungrateful!!"
However, there was no dispute here, and I heard a scream in front of me.
Madame Chu has been completely mad, she was so kindly licking her own child, but at this time it is no different from the beast. She screams in the sky, her mouth is flowing, her teeth grow sharply.
Chu Yu was already crying and dumb in her arms, but broken and choked, but intermittently shouted: "A Niang..."
Responding to him is Mrs. Chu’s **** claws, and the whole punctures his throat! ! !
There is no sound in this place between heaven and earth.
The blood is flying in a single flower.
As if that year, the sea otter blossomed, and Mrs. Chu was holding a newborn child, standing in front of the window and watching the Fangfei in the courtyard gentle and blushing.
The mother gently shook the baby in her arms and sang softly: "The Red Sea, the Yellow Sea, the wind is blowing more and more melodious. The child is in the distance, it is worrying about her mother."
Red Sea 棠... Yellow Sea 棠...
At that time, she touched the hand of Chu Yu with affection, but at the moment she was tearing the skull, limbs and flesh of Chu.
The wind is blowing more and more melodious.
The rain was pouring down, the blood was flowing, and the mother ate the belly of the child.
The child is in the distance.
The temple is in the corner of the temple, the treasure is solemn, and the law is compassionate.
In that year, the children were born, and the mother was kneeling in front of the Chenghuang Pavilion. The warm and slender hands were in ten, the bells rang, the birds were scattered, and she was squatting down in the incense, wishing her children a good life and a long life. One peace...
It is worrying about 爹 and mother.
The flesh and blood were broken, and the heart of Chu was thrown out. It was greedily chewed by Mrs. Chu, and the fresh blood slid down the corner of her mouth.
"Ah, ah!!!!" Chu Yu was finally broken. He was kneeling on the ground. He chopped his heart and cried, and he cried in the rain, lingering in the blood, kneeling in front of his wife and children, kneeling in front of the people in Lin'an City. He was kneeling under the statue of God and squatting in the mud.
He is in sin and is in holiness.
In gratitude, you are in hatred.
He plunged into the dust, and the souls were torn apart, and they were all annihilated.
With the sorrow of the ancient dust.
After a long time, someone finally trembled.
"The son..."
"The Son of the Son is sad..."
"The son of a big man, big deed, no teeth is unforgettable..."
"Chu Gongzi is righteous, it’s a good person! It’s a good person..."
Someone clung to his child and stared at the child's eyes, not letting him see this scene. At this moment, I dared to let my hand hang down. I said to Chu Yu with a pale face: "The son, our lives are all saved by you, the lady and the little son, you can... can be promoted to bliss..."
Another person retorted: "Hold your child to go far! Why don't you go into bliss with your child?!"
The man slammed back.
It’s just that these quarrels are so far apart, and Chu Yu feels that he is dead. Listening to their voices is like passing through the front of the ocean.
The man in the rainstorm was dirty, and the transparent film separated him from his wife and children. The ink burned and looked at the scene in front of me. Suddenly remembered the last life, when he killed the innocent, he gave birth to more than one Chu, more than one Chu, more than one Mrs. Chu...
He suddenly bowed his head to see his hand.
For a moment, I saw the blood full of hands.
But in a blink of an eye, it was found that it was still cold and cold, falling in the palm of the hand and gathering into a stream.
He shook a little.
The next moment, the palm of your hand was pulled.
He seems to be awakened from a nightmare, and he sees that the younger brother is looking at himself with concern. The appearance of the child is so similar to the dead Chu.
The ink burned slowly and was flush with him. It seems that the sinner pleaded with sin in front of the soul, and a pair of scorpions contaminated with rain and tears looked at him.
Chu night Ning did not speak, raised the tender little hand, touched his head.
"It’s all gone." Chu nightning said softly, "It’s all past."
"Yeah." After a long while, the ink burned and smiled. He lowered his eyes and muttered. "It’s all past."
But even the past. But he also did it. Although he did not kill Chu, but how many people with Chu Yu died because of him?
The more you burn, the more you feel, the more you think, the more painful you want.
Why is it so ruthless? Why do you want to go so far?
The author has something to say: Today, the ash machine, reply and thank you will not be timely, I am really sorry, I will make up tomorrow, thank you for your understanding (^3^) ╱~~