Panguan

He was afraid that he would dream about those ghostly cries again, and that when he opened his eyes, he would stand in a strange place and scare a group of unfamiliar people. I was so scared that I didn't dare to close my eyes all night.

Chen Bubuo returned to Songyun Mountain at that time.

He seemed to have done a lot and traveled to a lot of places during those days. So when I walked in, I was filled with the smell of wind and snow in the world, which made the few apprentices in the room afraid to make a sound.

But they still called "Master" respectfully, but Shi Shi refused to speak.

Firstly, it was because I had just come back from the mountains that day. I was wearing a mask and felt a strange feeling that I was not close to.

Secondly... I'm probably worried that I will be sent away.

After all, his hands are full of black mist and dirty, and he can turn into an evil spirit unknowingly. Rather than being sent out of the mountain gate as soon as he recognized his master, it was better to simply refuse to recognize him.

Even if he was led up to the top of the mountain, even if Chen Bubu handed him a small golden-winged roc and said he could raise him to a big man, the uneasiness of being abandoned has not completely disappeared.

Because he had no time of birth, no place of origin, and he didn't even know whether he was a monster or not.

He remembered that the snow didn't stop until very late that day. He hugged the golden-winged roc and sat on the couch with his head down, waiting for Chen Bu Bu to send him a message to send him away.

He waited for a long time for a bowl of medicine.

The medicine couldn't be cooked without dust. It was simmered in the house for a long time and then left to dry in the snow for a while. When I brought it back, it was steaming with white steam, but it was no longer so hot.

Chen Bubu placed the medicine bowl on the table. When he heard it, he spread his palms and said, "Give me your hand."

Wen Shi was bored, and after hearing his words, he hesitated for a while before handing over his hand. Chenbuo pinched his fingers, looked down at the black mist on his hands, and frowned slightly.

When he smelled it, he pursed his lips and subconsciously tried to draw his hand back, but failed.

Chen Bubuo relaxed his muscles and bones, held his wrist bones, and dipped his hand into the medicine.

"Why are you shrinking, are you afraid of getting burned?" Chen Bu said.

"No." When I heard that my paws were pressed into the water, I struggled reluctantly.

But he quickly calmed down, because the temperature of the potion was just right, enough to make the warmth flow into his body along his hands, and most of the coldness he had suffered in the previous days was driven away at once.

Feeling that he relaxed, Chen Bubu smiled and raised his eyes, teasing him: "Are you familiar?"

He shook his head when he heard it.

He watched the black mist dissipate in the water. It seemed to be lighter, but also seemed to be gone. He couldn't help but ask: "Why do I have dirty things?"

Chenbuo pondered for a moment and said, "This is not dirty stuff."

When I heard it: "What is that?"

Chen Bubuo: "Some people leave too fast and want to leave some thoughts in a hurry, but they end up leaving them on you."

That was a more euphemistic way of saying it, for fear of shocking the children. Only later did I realize that life and death are common in this world, and some people are sick, injured, or old. Today's home and tomorrow's home will always be staggered. But there are some that cannot be missed. For example, wars, natural disasters, and plagues are rampant.

When I heard about it, what I encountered back then was the massacre of the city by war.

The black energy of resentment emitted by tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people is so terrifying that if it forms a cage, it is simply unimaginable.

Chen Bubu rushed over to unlock the cage, but when he got there, he couldn't find the cage. There was only a child, protected by several adult bodies, becoming the only living thing to escape the man-made disaster.

When the child stood there alone and shed tears silently, he was no different from any ordinary child in the world, even so clean that he was spotless.

But in fact, the tens of thousands of resentful evil spirits that would have formed a cage were all incorporated into the child's body like a giant làng flowing around the center of the vortex.

And because it was too heavy and too difficult to count, perhaps it was the truth that things must be reversed when they reach their extremes, and it was not immediately apparent. It wasn't until much later that some clues slowly emerged.

It is indeed not a dirty thing. It is the sorrow, joy, love, hate, nostalgia and reluctance that too many people have for this world. It is the fate of the world.

But when I smelled it and soaked it in the medicine, I thought of dead flowers, birds that shriveled up in an instant, and hands that were as dry as bones. He lowered his head, stared at the other person's fingers that had returned to normal, and said, "Will it harm anyone?"

Chen Bu Bu was slightly surprised. He added more things to the medicine bowl, looked down at the young apprentice and said, "For such a big man, don't you think about yourself first?"

He didn't say anything when he saw it, and he said: "You can't do it if you are good."

After hearing it, I thought about it for a while and felt that I might still be harmful to others, so I lowered my head and felt unhappy.

He stared at the tea-green concoction and was in a daze for a while. Suddenly I heard Chen Bubui speak again: "There is a way to solve it, but it will have to wait until you are older."

After hearing this, he was stunned for a while, raised his head, and saw Chenbuo standing up, pulling out a clean silk towel and wiping his fingers. The fire in the lamp flickered slightly, casting his silhouette on the wall.

"How much bigger would it be?" Wenshi asked.

Chenbuo swept around the room, pointed at the round golden-winged roc and said, "Wait until you raise it into a human."

He was stunned when he heard it: "How can a bird turn into a human?"

Chen Chuo smiled and said, "As long as the hair is gone."

When I heard it: "?"

Golden-winged Dapeng: "???"

Seeing that the young apprentice finally stopped being so sullen, Chen Bubu reached for his burqa and let the room out. Before leaving, he patted Wen Shi on the head and said, "Just live here. I gave you the name. Who dares not to want you?"