"This answer is too unoriginal," Sang snorted disdainfully, "Child, let me ask you again, among so many immortals, have you fallen into the Demon Dao, for example," it paused, and its fingers drew circles on the table, "For example...... For example, it turned out to be an immortal in the sky, but later for some reason, he abandoned the right path and willingly became a demon? ”

Jiang Bin was stunned for a moment, "I've never heard of this, I think that the person who has cultivated to become an immortal has already gone through a lot of training, how can he easily fall into the demon path?" ”

"If, however, he has suffered some great grievance, and has nowhere to complain, he ......," it stopped, for it remembered the monk's bloody back, which did not have an inch of intact skin, and was covered with pitted dents.

It is a stoning punishment, which strips the victim of his clothes and then stones the person to death with stones, not the head first, because then he will die quickly, and such a cruel punishment is to let the victim die slowly after being tortured and humiliated, so it must start from the hands and feet, then go to the knees and elbows and other large joints, extend to the abdomen, and finally the head. To put it bluntly, it is to let the tortured person himself watch himself die little by little, become completely skinless little by little, under the gaze of everyone, in the bright white skylight.

The whole process often lasts from morning to dusk, and when the punishment is over, the flesh and blood of the person have been soaked in the earth, and the whole person is flattened, and the head is deflated, and the brain is covered with the ground, which looks like a colorful painting from a distance.

However, what a good-looking person the monk was. Sang thought of his appearance, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like stars, such a person, in front of everyone's eyes, became a puddle of fishy stench that everyone avoided, he should hate, and it is inevitable to fall into the devil's way.

However, just as he was thinking about it, Jiang Bin spoke again.

"Hey, such a person is not right-minded, and it is just an accident that he can become an immortal and a god. In my opinion, the Demon Dao is his ultimate destination, and there is no need to feel sorry for him. He said something to himself.

"That's what you think?" When Sang first heard such a statement, his heart suddenly moved, like a stone smashed into the calm well, causing a circle of ripples.

Jiang Bin nodded, "Thinking about it, the cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, it is not an overnight thing, although he has become an immortal, but the trial is still omnipresent, and those who do not pass the test will naturally be beaten back to the prototype." ”

Sang looked at Jiang Bin, and saw that the half-grown child was not tall, and he was thin, but in his thin figure, he seemed to have accumulated a strength that others did not have, especially his eyes, single eyelids, small eyes, and partial eyeballs were bright, not shrewd, but with the light of early wisdom.

"I'm not very old, and I have a lot of stuff in my head," Sang stood up, stretched, and walked towards the stairs, "You wait here, that Zhang Yaozhong is estimated to be back in the evening." ”

"Guest, please stay a little longer."

Jiang Bin called it behind him, and Sang stopped and looked back at him, "What's the matter?" ”

"I suddenly remembered another matter, although I have never heard of the Fallen Demon Dao, but there are several cases of the Demon Dao."

"Magic ...... Corrected? Sang heard his heart "flutter".

"Yes, for example, the long-eared Dingguang Immortal, that is, the folk said Rabbit Lord, he was originally a general under the Tongtian Sect Master, holding the Six Soul Banners, but when Jiang Ziya's soldiers took Lintong Pass, he abandoned the evil and returned to the right, helping Jiang Ziya win, and later, he was respected as the Buddha of Joy. Another example is the well-known Sun Dasheng, who was originally a bohemian demon monkey, stealing fairy peaches, stealing imperial wine, and making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and later became an apprentice of Tang Seng, followed him to learn scriptures from the west, and experienced nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, and achieved positive results. ”

"Zhengguo," Sang's voice paused, and after a long time, he muttered softly, "But what you tell is all in the story, and it may not be true." ”

"A story is a story, but the person in the story, his heart is true," Jiang Bin said and patted his chest, "I think, if he is truly good, God will definitely give him a chance to mend his ways." ”

This was said in Sang's heart, but it was not good to show it in a child, so he could only hide the throbbing in his heart, turn around and leave, but he happened to collide with a person behind him, it was Zhao Zimai.

"What are you doing standing here stupidly?" Sang Hao was taken aback by him, and said angrily.

Zhao Zimai only felt a faint pain in the shoulder that she hit, but it reduced the impact of Jiang Bin's words on him, so he rubbed his shoulders and smiled, "It's nothing, I just asked Baotian to send you some sugar crisp to burn early, he said that you are not there, so I will come down to look for it." ”

"Zhao Zimai, why have you been so good lately?" Sang looked at the few pieces of sugar crisp in his hand neatly wrapped in paper, and let out a "coo" sound in his throat, and his eyes glanced at his face again, "It's the same as that bowl of cherry meat, is it to wake up that girl?" ”

After that, seeing Zhao Zimai's face, it slapped him on the shoulder where he was hit, deliberately slapped harder, leaned into his ear and said, "Don't think of any crooked ideas, be careful that I peel off your skin." ”

This was said extremely ruthlessly, even Jiang Bin was frightened, standing there and walking, it was not a matter of not leaving, but Zhao Zimai was not afraid, not only was he not afraid, but he smiled and saluted it with both hands and fists, and said softly, "Don't dare, it's true that this sugar crisp is made extremely authentic, so I thought about sending it to you, the great immortal." ”

Sang Leng snorted, took the paper bag and walked towards the stairs, but suddenly heard Zhao Zimai "huh" behind him, and muttered, "New Year's painting ......"

It turned its head and looked at Zhao Zimai and Jiang Bin, who looked confused, its eyes narrowed and narrow, and two rays of light came out of it.

"Little brother, can you lend me a look at this year's painting?" Zhao Zimai glanced at Sang, and asked Jiang Bin's meaning, seeing that he nodded in agreement, he picked up the stack of paintings, walked to Sang, and whispered in a voice that Jiang Bin couldn't hear, "Great Immortal, the thing you saw yesterday was less than knee-high, and that woman also bought a painting at the Jiang family's painting stall yesterday......"

Hearing this, Sang hurriedly snatched the paintings in Zhao Zimai's hand, looked at them carefully one by one, the tip of his nose was raised, and he sniffed around like a dog.

"Nothing." It thrust the painting back into Zhao Zimai's arms, shrugged his shoulders, and walked briskly up the stairs.

"Childe, what's the matter? Are these paintings badly drawn? Jiang Bin walked to Zhao Zimai's side, his eyes full of confusion.

"They...... Very good," Zhao Zimai replied softly, the originally nervous expression on his face relaxed, he looked at Jiang Bin, and smiled slightly, "It's just that I think these shouldn't be from your father's handwriting." ”