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The Emperor of Fengdu could be said to be very fond of the Lord God. Logically speaking, the reincarnation of mortals could not be interfered with, but it was allowed for someone to descend to the mortal world to offer guidance. By allowing Chu Yun to go to the secular world under the guise of guidance, he could give his friend a better chance of cleansing his sins.

Chu Jun had been through the realm of cultivation and was well aware of the power of the law of cause and effect, so he naturally had no complaints about the actions of the Emperor of Fengdu.

It's already great that I can be with Mo Heng. Even if Mo Heng may encounter some hardships in the hungry ghost realm, as long as I am there, Mo Heng's life will not be too difficult.

"Thank you, Emperor Fengdu. I will bring my lover to thank you in the future." There could be no better result than this. Chu Yun thanked Emperor Fengdu.

The first time for the Emperor of Fengdu

[Your Highness.] Pino called out when he saw Chu Jun finally finished handling the matter.

[Pino, you're back! By the way, why did I lose my memory? ]

[Your amnesia may be due to the karma of interfering with the evil spirits in this world, and being attacked by the karma.

Also, when Pino returned, he discovered that the two scrolls in your sea of ​​consciousness had deployed a barrier, protecting your consciousness.]

Chu Jun heard the scrolls moving again and became excited. "The scrolls are glowing again? Show me those two scrolls."

The scroll was one of the few things related to Mo Heng. Although he didn't know why, the scroll glowed again, but it also showed that his direction was correct.

The scroll appeared in Chu Yun's hand. From the outside, the two scrolls did not have much in common.

One of them was given to him by the priest at that time, and the other seemed to be taken back from the Qinglong Forbidden Land in the cultivation plane.

"It seems there is indeed a connection between the two?" Chu Jun was convinced.

The scroll remained motionless, but judging from its desire to protect itself, it did have some self-awareness, perhaps unwilling to reveal itself.

The lover whose soul was inexplicably broken, Mo Heng's silent response to the matter, the scroll stained with Mo Heng's breath, who used to live where the scroll was, and the copper coins that appeared in every plane.

Chu Yun felt that the mystery was being solved step by step, and more clues would surely appear in the future.

Now, the most important thing at hand is Mo Heng’s next reincarnation.

Since Mo Heng's soul had been in a coma since it left his body, Chu Yun used a special method to pass the water of the Forgetful River to Mo Heng's mouth.

Mo Heng's soul was brought to the gate of reincarnation, where he saw six paths of reincarnation: the heavenly path, the asura path, the human path, the animal path, the hungry ghost path, and the hell path. Mo Heng's soul was drawn into the hungry ghost path by the gate of reincarnation.

"I'm going directly to the secular world. Thank you, Lord Yama, for your help." After bidding farewell to Lord Yama, Chu Jun disappeared in the underworld.

In the secular world, in Wangjia Village, a fair and tender child was born.

The eaves are so low that they almost touch the ground, the tiles are broken as if they were torn apart by time, the walls are mottled like ancient paintings eroded by wind and rain, and the cracks are everywhere like scars on the earth.

The door creaked, as if telling of the passage of time. The house was dim, sunlight filtering through the broken tiles, casting a patchy veil on the floor. The furniture was sparse and heartbreaking: a worn wooden table and a few bamboo chairs. A corner was piled with hay, seemingly the only treasure this family possessed.

The clothes were so worn out that they could barely cover the body, as if silently telling of the hardships of life.

The house was filled with the smell of cooking smoke, earth and hay. These smells mixed together, as if it was the unique atmosphere of this home, making people feel both familiar and sad.

A skinny man looked at his wife holding the child on the bed, hesitated for a long time, and said, "Let's throw this child away."

The woman became excited: "The child wasn't born from your belly, so of course you don't feel bad. He's only a little boy. How could he survive if thrown into the river?"

"What about us? There is a famine now, and it is even a question whether we can survive. When we die, who will take care of us? Those lunatics? It will be a blessing if we are not eaten by those lunatics." The man also became excited. The sudden drought resulted in a complete loss of grain. Wangjia Village was already at the end of its strength. His child was too unfortunate to be born at this time.

Upon hearing this, the woman looked at the empty grain bar at home and was speechless for a moment: "..."

"Let's put him in the river. If the child is lucky, he may be taken in by a kind-hearted person." The man patted the sleeping baby through the quilt, and he was also reluctant to let go.

"...Okay." The woman thought of the crazy villagers in the village and agreed.

If the two of them were really desperate, they would not come to Wangjia Village and let their children suffer like this.

The husband was right. If one of them died first, those lunatics would not let his children go. They no longer cared what kind of meat they put in their mouths.

When Chu Jun found Mo Heng, it was on the Luli River. The little white ball was wrapped in some coarse cloth and placed in a wooden basin, drifting in the river.

Young Mo Heng didn't know what was going on, but the coarse cloth was wet by the October river water, and he was so cold that he cried.

"Wow~~Wow~~~"

Chu Jun felt extremely distressed when he heard the miserable crying, and carefully fished the little Mo Heng, who was less than a month old, out of the river.

Chu Yun, who had already left his body, was now like an ordinary ghost, floating in the air and invisible to ordinary people.

Little Moheng couldn't see who was above him, he just felt the warm palm, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and calmed down.

Chu Jun didn't expect that the law of cause and effect had no mercy on anyone. A newborn baby was thrown into the river. Perhaps within a few hours, Mo Heng would have frozen to death or drowned.

Chu Jun selfishly wanted to adopt Mo Heng, but unfortunately, he was just a ghost now and was not recognized by the world consciousness.

We still need to find someone to entrust Mo Heng to.

Chu Jun thought of the Chu family and rejected it. Mo Heng was not the Mo Heng of the previous life, and was not anyone's substitute. Then he thought of the Baohua Temple where Mo Heng had taken him before.

The abbot of Baohua Temple seemed to be a highly accomplished monk, and he saw that he had indeed done immeasurable good deeds. With him around, Chu Jun felt much more at ease. Furthermore, the scriptures could help eliminate sins, which should be of some help to Mo Heng.

He flew south along the Luli River with Mo Heng, and finally saw the familiar Jiangnan water town and found the mountain.

At this time, nearly four years have passed since Chu Jun last came to Baohua Temple. Now that Chu Jun has recovered his memory, thinking about what Mo Heng has done, he also knows that Mo Heng's purpose of coming here is not simple.

However, these are no longer important. It should be true that Master Wuchen is reliable.

Chu Jun had already changed Mo Heng into clean clothes. The little white ball was clean and soft. Finally, he kissed the sleeping little white ball, put him at the door of Baohua Temple, and knocked.

Mo Heng, who was originally sleeping peacefully in Chu Yun's arms, seemed to sense Chu Yun's distance and began to cry.

Chu Jun pinched the little white ball's face, but did not pick Mo Heng up again. Instead, he took out a jade pendant from his arms and placed it in Mo Heng's arms.

The jade pendant was a consecrated instrument given to me by Mo Heng four years ago. I wore it year after year, and it had acquired a subtle scent of snow lotus.

After Mo Heng grabbed the jade pendant, he indeed calmed down, but he kept sobbing, as if he knew something.

"Squeak." The door of Baohua Temple was pushed open. Chu Jun looked at the little white ball holding the jade pendant tightly and being carried into Baohua Temple by the monk.