Little son, he insists on catching ghosts with me

"Master, this disciple doesn't understand." Bu Hua knelt in front of the master, not daring to raise his head, "Huan Lou and the others are not good people, how can you believe it? I got mad and slaughtered Guan Zhong—Guan Zhong... Guan Zhong Why did you allow me to live on?" He clenched his hands tightly, pulling the skin inside the white gauze.He hurt, but also awake.

"Hua Shi, what you see may not be true, and what you hear may not be false. You know it in your heart, and you have your own answer." Bu Hua looked up at his master, and intuitively told him what his master still wanted to say.Sure enough, the master patted his head, and said: "You don't want to believe it, I understand. But Hua Shi, people who live in dreams often end in nothingness. Life is a dream, but the head is white." In a blink of an eye. You have been in the dream for too long. Huashi...has to wake up."

Dream?What does this mean?

Before Bu Hua could speak, the master helped him up, "Everything is determined. Hua Shi, I have to leave as a teacher. You have to go on your own in the future."

"Master...?"

why?

"You have left the teacher, Hua Shi." The master looked at Bu Hua, touched his head gently, and smiled, "You... are the hope of our Baiyang Temple."

Do not……

"The disciple is not good at skills, it's hard to be alone, master!!" Bu Hua grabbed the master's sleeve suddenly, and knelt down again, "I beg you!!"

"Ten years of floating dreams, it's time to wake up, Huashi." The palm holding the master's sleeve can feel the warmth through the thick white gauze, but the familiar feeling from childhood has not been there for a moment, and then Disappeared in an instant.

"If there is a fate, you and I will meet again. And this fate depends on whether you are willing to look for it."

"Master...?! Don't leave the disciple behind—" Bu Hua's pupils couldn't stop trembling, and he just watched helplessly as his master turned into a piece of sand, bit by bit from between his fingers. Sliding down, he didn't even have time to react, "Master!!!"

"Master!!" Bu Hua looked at the sand piled up on the ground, several small pits were suddenly sunken, "Master...? The disciple...hasn't understood yet. ...Master, I still have something to say... I miss you..." He suddenly choked up.Bu Hua lay on the sand transformed by Master, shrugging his shoulders.His nostrils were full of inhaled sand, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

Don't leave him alone in this world anymore.

Bu Hua buried his face like this for a long time, until his shoulders could no longer move, and he was about to suffocate.He stretched out his trembling hands to prop up his body, and the white gauze was covered with sand mixed with tears.

Originally scarlet eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, Bu Hua looked at the last handful of sand left by his master, and tremblingly opened his mouth: "Zhihua...scattered." A piece of light was torn apart, he watched the fading light and closed his eyes.

No, he's not alone anymore.

Buhua saw Huanlou who was imprisoned in the ghost shop again, he clutched his chest, and something slowly disappeared from there.

"Master is here..." Bu Hua looked down at the sand remaining in the white gauze, and slowly clenched his fists, "I know."

"Back?" Bu Hua looked up, and Joan was wiping the scratches on her face with a handkerchief.He frowned slightly, and glanced at Bu Hua, "Your young master is really ruthless. Not only did he scare the five little devils away, but he even hurt me with your sword, did you teach me?"

Bu Hua raised his eyebrows and just shook his head.One is surprise, and the other is that this matter is almost completely within his expectations.And Joan didn't ask anymore, he glanced at Huanlou who had passed out, lowered his eyebrows, and left here with Buhua.

Along the way, the two never had any conversation.

After Joan brought Bu Hua to the room, she only ordered a few words before returning to her impermanent appearance and leaving here.Bu Hua thought to himself that Joan probably went back to the underworld to find King Yan Luo to discuss how to deal with Huan Lou.

"Chihua." After Qiong left, Buhua didn't even have the intention to close the door again.He was lying on the bed, under the white gauze, and had already torn off countless skins covered with herbs, "Chihua, come out, I have something to ask you."

The door of the room was slowly closed, and the sword on the table gradually released blood mist.Among the strong smell of blood, Chihua appeared with a smell of herbs.He looked at Bu Hua who was lying on the bed very weakly, and frowned slightly, but he didn't dare to speak.

"When I slaughtered/killed the senior brother of Baiyangguan... No. When I first met Huanlou and the other two, did you have consciousness?" Bu Hua looked at the top of the bed made of gold, and slowly stretched out Holding his trembling hand, "You just say it's okay, Master is... gone."

Hearing that Master was gone, Chi Hua instinctively knelt down first.Something flickered in his red eyes, and then he let out a long sigh.

"Since the sword was forged, and I recognized the Lord with a drop of blood, I have consciousness."

"Do you hate me, Chi Hua?"

"Why hate?"

"I made things difficult for you, tried to kill you countless times to vent my anger, and imprisoned you in that desolate and extremely cold place. It's been 11 years, do you hate me?"

"What happened, Bu Hua."

"Chi Hua, Master is gone."

"..."

Bu Hua just laughed dryly a few times, he really wanted to have a fit, and how much he wanted to cry.He looked at his hands and was silent for a long time until he could no longer raise his arms and dried up his tears.Bu Hua sighed for a long time, closed his eyes, "Go back, Chi Hua, go back..."

The smell of blood gradually faded, and the room became quiet again.Bu Hua lay there motionless, until the wound under his white gauze was stung by something cold, and he opened his eyes.Tilting his head to look, Bu Hua realized that it was a beam of light.

"If there is a destiny..." Bu Hua opened his eyes wide, and stretched out his hands to "catch" the beam of light.

Is that so, Master?

In the following January, Buhua spoke a lot less.He changed his medicine on time every day, and sat on the roof of the ghost shop in a daze when he had nothing to do.Chihua came out to accompany him, and he no longer reacted too aggressively.Bai Yu went to look for him, but he just replied a few words and obediently followed him back to the room.After one month like this, most of Buhua's symptoms have recovered, but everyone felt that there was an extra boulder in their hearts, and they were a little out of breath.

But no one mentioned it, Bai Yu even pretended not to know, and took care of Bu Hua every day.

Looking at the dark night, Bu Hua curled up unconsciously with his hands on his knees.It's approaching the end of the year, and the place is farther north. At night, the weather is getting colder and colder.Bu Hua looked sideways at Chi Hua who was standing aside, and said lightly, "When is it?"

"Hi."

Bu Hua nodded and continued to remain silent, full of thoughts.This kind of dialogue has lasted for a month. Buhua asked, and Chihua answered.When he leaves, the blazing flowers will dissipate.

"Go back." Bu Hua got up and jumped directly from the high roof.When he landed, Chi Hua hugged his sword and slowly fell down.Bu Hua paused for a moment, turned to look at Chi Hua, and said, "Go to Yan Luo Palace, if I can't come back... take care of Bai Yu."

Chi Hua handed the sword to Bu Hua, and blinked, as if he knew it.Strangely, since Bu Hua talked less, Chi Hua hardly spoke.

Bu Hua closed her eyes forcefully, moistening her dry eyes.Although the wound on his body is healed, his eyes are still scarlet and scary like Chihua's. No matter how difficult it is to enter reincarnation, if the body dies and the soul perishes, will you blame me?"

Chi Hua listened quietly to Bu Hua's words, and then he showed that expression that was not a smile, "I have never blamed you in these years."

Inside the ghost shop, there was only one light flickering faintly.Bu Hua walked forward, Bai Yu was lying on the table and fell asleep.He smiled unconsciously and sat at the table.He stretched out his hand, and Chihua put it on the sword table, and returned to the sword.

No wonder he sat for a long time today.

Bu Hua gently touched Bai Yu's head, channeled some spiritual power, picked him up horizontally, and flew upstairs.And the Chihua Sword, of course, was left aside by Bu Hua again.

Legend has it that the judge holds the book of life and death, and a judge's pen controls people's lifespan.One more line in the book of life and death can prolong the life span and survive in the world; cross one line out of the book of life and death, and the dead body may be thrown into the wilderness immediately, and the soul will be scattered.And King Yama, who can make judges bow their heads and become ministers, has the ability to gather and disperse souls, shape bodies, and revive the dead.

Bu Hua put Bai Yu down gently, and found a thick quilt to cover him.He plucked the broken hair in front of Bai Yu's forehead, and touched the middle of Bai Yu's forehead with his fingertips, leaving a little blue light.

"Little son, when you wake up, maybe I will come back."

Or maybe...a farewell here is a farewell forever.

Bu Hua got up and left the room.He lowered his face, frowned tightly, pursed his lips and stopped talking.The purpose of going to the underworld here is firstly because of what happened to Baiyang Temple 11 years ago, secondly to find a way to break the curse of blazing flowers, and thirdly...begging the king of Yama to save the people in Baiyang Temple.

When Bu Hua went downstairs, Joan was leaning on the door and knocking on her fan bored.The five ghosts turned into little will-o'-the-wisps to illuminate him.Seeing Buhua coming, Qiong got up, and the five ghosts dispersed.

"I'm going to Yan Luo Palace tonight."

"can."

Joan shook the golden fan in her hand, and some gold powder fell on the ground, "I said, if you want, you can leave now." After speaking, all the candle lights in the ghost shop suddenly lit up, flickering with ghostly flames.Then, Bu Hua saw a door slowly appearing.The door seemed to emerge from the water, and it appeared in front of Bu Hua.

"This is......"

"Gate of hell."

Bu Hua frowned, and carried the Chihua Sword behind his back.He stopped talking and stepped into the gate of hell alone.And after he entered the ghost gate, the gate suddenly disappeared like an illusion.

Joan looked at the place where Bu Hua had just stood, showing a meaningful smile.

Legend has it that if you want to reverse the cycle of reincarnation and tamper with the way of heaven, the price you have to pay is... at the price of your own Yangshou soul, and you will never be able to leave the underworld forever.

"What's more, you are missing a soul, Bu Hua..." The smile disappeared on Qiong's face, he crushed the golden fan in his hand, and then shook his hand, the ghostly fire began to burn along the gold powder, "Good luck, Buhua."

Bu Hua looked at Yan Luodian in front of him, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

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