When the rain was continuous, Chang Boning walked on the narrow road and passed through a pine forest with the sound of slashing leaves, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

A clear river in a mountain is hundreds of feet wide, and you can only see the other side when you look out from afar.

The mountains and forests are all empty and there are no traces of people.

Chang Boning turned around and looked at the scholar who led the way: "May I ask..."

"The Taoist priest is at ease." The scholar walked to Chang Boning, put his hands together at his mouth, and called out to the rippling blue waves, "...Crane is coming!"

This is the result of the villagers' discussion.

They decided not to call Ah Hu's original name again.

At first, people are reborn and have a major change in temperament. They are obviously no longer the previous person. They call him in the name of his life, which is always weird.

Secondly, this matter is mysterious. If other things are aroused and corpse-like changes, the villagers don’t know how to deal with it.

However, it is also inappropriate to name people without authorization.

Therefore, if the villagers call him something, everyone will call the white crane who follows him first.

This crane is gentle and spiritual. Whenever he calls it, the boy knows that he is calling him.

As expected, after the words fell, the echoes remained, and the sound of the crane was gentle.

A bamboo raft rolled out the waves of water, coming from the other side, a young man lighted a bamboo pole and came by boat.

The boy was about twelve or thirteen years old. His hair was washed in a mountain stream not long ago. He was softly draped on his shoulders. The ends of his hair were stained with a thin layer of rain and mist. There was not much decoration on his body. It was just a brown short-skinned thing that children often wore in rural corners. However, in terms of his temperament and thin light in his eyes, they were all extraordinary.

Chang Boning thought, in this way, no wonder the villagers were not evil to those who were resurrected, and they never drove them away.

A person with such graceful demeanor, even a ghost, always feels like he has lost his blessings if he drives him away.

When the bamboo raft arrived at the shore, the young man had not spoken, and the white crane faced Chang Boning and sang in a long neck and flapped his wings.

The boy was afraid that the crane would be shocked, so he knelt on one knee, hugged the crane's neck, and whispered: "Mr. He, don't be rude."

When the crane restrained its wings, the young man raised his head and said, "Sorry. He was shocked by the guest. This person is..."

Before he could finish his words, Chang Boning silently covered his palm on his head, and a light of inspiration emanated from his fingertips—

If a person who practices Taoism has obsession, his soul will be more difficult than ordinary people.

The ghosts in the world are divided into two paths: light and dark.

More light, less dark.

Ming ghosts are usually the remaining souls of normal dead people, and they often have memories of their lives and have the ability to live. However, there are very few Ming ghosts because this kind of obsession often does not have enough to become ghosts.

If you experience too painful things before your death, like the pain of killing your body and the pain of burning your heart, you will be more likely to turn into ghosts.

After becoming a ghost, the soul core was damaged and was called a "dark ghost". His Taoism was damaged and his memory was also incomplete.

However, if you do not recognize the ghost master or have no body to hold the body, regardless of the light, ghosts and dark ghosts, the soul core will begin to collapse within seven days.

Yingtianchuan Yingxujun also encountered such situations back then, which caused the soul nucleus to split and the cause of death.

If it weren't for his excessive obsession and meeting the current ghost king Lu Yujiu, otherwise his body and soul would have been buried in the wilderness and wind and sand.

The more pain the dark ghost suffers during his lifetime, the more he forgets, and finally he will not know the past.

And under Chang Boning's palm, there was such a dark ghost born to the body, and his mind was covered with a vast snow field, clean and clear, as if he was born.

Chang Boning withdrew his spiritual breath and put his palm behind him.

...Was he so painful when he died?

The boy's expression was unconcealed, but he was still quiet. He let the stranger caress his forehead and then withdraw his hand.

Just like an immortal stroking his head and giving him immortality.

The boy didn't know where his heart came from, so he just looked up at him with a focused expression.

He held the crane's neck and asked Chang Boning: "Are you looking for me?"

Chang Boning obediently replied: "Yes."

After saying that, he ignored the dirty river mud and knelt on one knee, leveling with the boy's eyes: "Why don't you live in the same place with the villagers?"

The memories of the boy's past are completely gone, but his cultivation remains unchanged and his knowledge remains. The answer is clear: "I know that I am evil and different from ordinary people. I am afraid of scaring people, so I temporarily live on the river, following the waves and giving others peace of mind."

Chang Boning was silent for a while and suddenly asked, "Where are you?"

Always give others peace of mind, so where should you be?

"Me?" The young man was very wise and knew what he was saying, and replied, "I am not alone in this boat with Mr. He."

Chang Boning asked a few questions, then turned his back to the boy and slowly closed his eyes.

He has washed away all his bad luck and forgot about the world. Why should he lead him into the world and cause trouble?

Thinking of this, Chang Boning didn't dare to look at him again, nor did he know what to say. He said "very good" and then walked away.

The immortal came and went in a hurry. The boy was moved by him and felt confused, but there was not much emotional fluctuation.

...It seems that watching this person leave, it is already a familiar thing. I have been used to it for a long time, so there is no need to be surprised.

He stood up and bowed deeply: "Sir, go slowly."

But before he could stand up, he saw a pair of black hair covered in river mud standing in front of him again.

The boy was surprised: "You..."

Chang Boning: "You..."

Both of them are used to listening, and they are either used to interrupting each other's speech. When they collide with words, they will be silent.

After looking at each other, the boy spoke again: "I..."

Chang Boning: "I..."

juvenile:"……"

However, this time, Chang Boning did not remain silent.

Chang Boning asked: "Would you like to take me as your teacher?"

As soon as this statement was spoken, the scholar beside him was not surprised.

The villagers all think that this son is extraordinary, like a man from heaven. Isn’t this jade-looking immortal king who can come to this remote countryside just to acquire disciples?

The boy was stunned.

"division……"

"……father?"

The distant title seemed to open up a bright light in his memory.

Unfortunately, the bright light only took a moment, and there was no trace in an instant.

Chang Boning lowered his eyes and looked at him quietly.

The peerless talent that Zhiyue Jun taught me painstakingly has now returned to the original green seedling, which needs to be watered by sweet rain and nourished by fertile soil. It is lonely to be placed outside the world.

Nowadays, the ability and vision of the Lord of Danyang Peak Forest may not be able to cultivate him well.

Although I am not smart enough, I am lucky that I can still pass on the sword and the Tao.

This is the future of Danyang Peak, the future of Taoism, and the best way for him to atone for his sins.

Chang Boning didn't say a word anymore, put his palm upwards and placed it in front of the boy, waiting for him to respond.

After a long time, a hand that was much smaller than him was hung up, and Xuxu rested on his spread palm, curled up hesitantly at the fingertips.

He woke up suddenly and boarded a homemade small bamboo raft. He drifted for a long time, not knowing the way forward or the future, only the flowing water and white cranes accompanied him.

Since March, although the boy has a physical body, he is still like a ghost floating in the world, floating and unable to settle down.

The curled fingertips tentatively poked out, touching the warm, azalea-like fingertips.

So he found his world.

"you……"

Chang Boning paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he had an idea in his heart that was rebellious to him.

He asked, "How old are you this year?"

"Forgot." The young man replied gentlely, "But what the villagers said, I must have lived in this world for twelve years."

"Twelve years..."

After Chang Boning confirmed again, he raised his eyebrows.

Tang swordsman who died in front of the sky was named Shi Shujing.

His fellow Taoist Han has been gone for more than twelve years, and it is exactly the same age.

Now, it is reasonable for the soul to return.

"So, from today on, you're called..."

"Your name is Han Jing."
To be continued...