At this point in the story, the ranking undoubtedly noticed that in the whole incident, there was a person who was in a dangerous situation and had no security, but no one worried much about him.

This character is the only successor of the Chaos Yijin Method: a Tao, a fool, and a Tao.

He is an innocent lying gun onlooker in the immortal cultivation world and the family ethical conspiracy. In this era of both chivalry and romance, there are many martyrs like this.

Whether the reader remembers this character or not, fortunately I didn't lose him, so I will definitely tell him what happened.

After the mechanic He Gan grabbed him, he sent the bamboo shoots straight to the interrogation room of another dimension in the basement. After the interrogation was over, he was transferred to the spirit sealing cell shared by the immortal cultivators, and when he was grabbed and handed over to the guards, the bamboo shoots trembled with fright.

Bamboo shoots are wheeled into a semi-underground tunnel-style cell. The guards who brought him with him immediately abused him in the most obscene language and treated him in the most barbaric way.

When the other prisoners saw that the new prisoner was not a gentleman, they mistook him for a real hillbilly.

It took about half an hour for the prisoner's torture to stop, but his worries did not allay. For a man who came in in the face of the leader said, "Put him in solitary confinement."

The jailer asked: Which one is it locked up in?

Whichever one is yours.

So two jailers grabbed the bamboo shoots, escorted him through a courtyard into a passage guarded by three monks, and then opened a door and pushed him into a low room. The furnishings in the room, only one bed.

The two jailers threw the bamboo shoots into the cell, locked the door and went out.

In the cell, Zhu Zhu repeatedly thought about the conversation of the jailer just now:

A single cell, any one! I don't understand it yet, a night will pass quickly, and tomorrow you will be run over by the wheels, you will be hanged! Yes! Master! Wife! Have mercy on me. ”

The jailers outside didn't listen to the bamboo shoots' laments at all, they were used to hearing them.

The bamboo shoot didn't close his eyes all night, not because the solitary cell was particularly uncomfortable, but because he was extremely uneasy. He had been sitting in the corner, trembling at the slightest noise.

Finally, the first light of dawn entered the cell, but he felt that the dawn was particularly miserable.

Suddenly, he heard someone pull the latch, and he jumped violently, thinking that he had come to take him to the Xiantai, but when he saw that it was not the executioner, but yesterday's leader and jailer, he was eager to run up and kiss them.

So the bamboo shoot began to express his remorse, and he cried so sadly that even the tiger would be sad when he heard it. As a result, they left without saying anything.

The bamboo shoot kept crying, just as he himself said, he was a mountain king with a half-immortal body, without the temperament of a cultivator.

Crying until nearly nine o'clock in the evening, he was about to go to bed when he heard footsteps in the hallway. The footsteps reached the door of his cell, and when the door opened, several jailers entered.

"Come with me." Said a small leader who came in with the jailer.

"Come with you!" Bamboo shoot shouted, "I'm going with you so late!" Where to go? Oh, my God! ”

The visitor didn't talk to him much, but just grabbed him into an airtight prison car.

The car started, as slow as a locomotive. Through the tightly locked iron fences, the bamboo shoots glimpsed only the stone slabs of the houses and the streets, and nothing else. Bamboo shoots strive to identify each street according to street monuments, signboards, and street lamps. When he walked to Bao Tianzi Park, which was a place dedicated to the execution of cultivators and felons, he almost fainted, and hurriedly drew two crosses on his chest. He thought the car would stop there, but it drove away.

After walking a little further, the car drove along the embankment of the Bao Gong River. This was the place where the felons were sealed and buried, so he was even more frightened. The only thing that reassures him a little is that the criminals usually have to cut off the top Sanhua before they are buried, and his Sanhua is still on his head.

However, when he saw the car driving onto the road leading to the Bao Zheng Temple, he had already caught a glimpse of the pointed roof cornices of the Bao Zheng Temple, and the car turned into the arch, he thought that this time it was completely finished.

I wanted to confess to the Taoist friends beside me, but after being refused, I yelled pitifully. Daoyou had to warn him that if he yelled like this deafeningly, he would be gagged.

The threat calmed him down a bit: if he was to be executed at the Bao Gong Temple, there was no need to gag him, because the place of execution was imminent.

Sure enough, the car passed through the gloomy ancestral hall without stopping. Now the only thing that scared him was the Pioneer Mausoleum. The car happened to be driving down that road.

This time there was no doubt about it. The Herald Spirit is the place where the lower class prisoners are executed. Zhu Shoot originally thought that he was qualified to be executed in Bao Gong Temple or Bao Tianzi Park, but the place where his itinerary and life would end was actually a mass grave-like battlefield of Wei Ling!

He hadn't seen the hapless mass grave yet, but he could already feel it coming. Twenty paces away from the Pioneer Mausoleum, he heard a commotion, and the car stopped.

The poor bamboo shoot was already crushed by the successive fears, and at this time he could no longer bear it. Like the last sigh of a dying man, he snorted softly, and then passed out.

When I woke up, I saw the door open, and the two Taoist friends opened their arms to catch the bamboo shoots that were helped out of the car door by the Taoist friends. They pushed him down a path, up a staircase, and finally left him in an antechamber.

This series of moving bamboo shoots is done like a machine.

He walked as if he were sleepwalking, everything in front of him seemed to be shrouded in fog, and all kinds of sounds could not be discerned in his ears; If he were to be executed, he would not make any gestures of self-defense or cry out for mercy.

The bamboo shoot sat on the bench like this, with his back against the wall, his hands hanging down, and the Taoist friends kept sitting in that place wherever he put him.

After a long time, Bamboo Shoot looked around, but he didn't see anything threatening, and there was no indication that he was facing actual danger.

The bench was decently padded, the walls were covered with beautiful fabric, and wide red damask curtains swayed in front of the window, fastened with gold straps on both sides. As a result, he began to realize that his fear was too much, and his head began to move up, down, side, and right.

Nothing prevented him from doing so, and when he became bolder, he tried to move one leg together, then another, and at last, with the help of his two hands, got up from the bench and rested himself on both feet.

This is a place where the highly respected Heavenly Master Seal Rank has strayed into the crooked path of demons, or is considered unsuitable for cultivating humans.

Because my sister-in-law and He Gan belong to the Onmyoji and the Organ Master respectively, they are unwilling to meddle in the affairs of human cultivators. That's why I sent him here.

Since the bamboo shoots were so cowardly along the way, the escorted cultivator was a little careless, threw him in the room and left.

At this time, the bamboo shoot regained his strength and quietly pulled out a few silver needles that sealed his big hole.

Seeing that no one was using a mantra around him, he recited the mantra:

Gossip Lingling, command the heavenly soldiers, sixty-four generals have clear retribution, open the bow and arrows, fire the sky, use my heart method, millions of soldiers, open the bow and shoot arrows, protect the law, the law is concentric, Qianyuan Henry Zhen. The Three Realms are ordered by the talisman, the gossip Qiankun collects the goblins, the yang recites the Qiankun mantra, the underworld turns into tens of millions of soldiers, and the sixty-four will be ordered according to the decree, and I am ordered by the king of Fuxiwen, and the divine soldiers are as urgent as the law.

This is the spell of collecting the original god, and the bamboo shoots are used on themselves, and they want to use the method of the original god to escape.

This is a life-saving skill passed on to him by the Taoist priest who taught him the Chaos I Ching Method. As soon as the incantation was finished, I saw a black gas flying out of the heavenly spirit cover of the bamboo shoots and heading straight for the blue sky.

Yue Chuyun and He Yan originally wanted to come over to see the sealing of the bamboo shoots, but when they saw a black gas flying out, they knew that it was not good, and they immediately chased after the black qi.

The black qi pierced left and right, cunning and abnormal, and finally went around to the provincial hospital and plunged into the obstetrics and gynecology ward.

When Yue Chuyun and He Yan arrived, they saw that Old Man Zhong was anxiously waiting outside the door of the ward, and when he heard someone running behind him, he looked back and saw that it was them, he was surprised and panicked, and he was speechless.

Yue He and the others hurriedly said that they were not looking for him, which made Old Man Zhong feel a little relieved and said: My wife gave birth to a child today. He pointed to the delivery room, and a flower appeared on his face.

At this moment, the sound of a baby crying came from the delivery room, and after a while, the nurse held a wrapped baby boy and walked out of the door and handed it to Old Man Zhong:

Congratulations, it's a son.

Old man Zhong opened the swaddling clothes, looked at the baby inside, laughed happily, and the sister-in-law glanced at the baby:

He has a vicious appearance, a pointed nose, sallow cheeks, prominent cheekbones, and a pair of small eyes that show an inquiring look, dripping and turning, like both a weasel and a fox. The long, freely rotating neck supported a head, sticking out of the wide black robe, looking left and right, like a turtle's head sticking out of its back armor.

Yue He and the others looked at each other. I had to congratulate Old Man Zhong embarrassedly. The old man held his son in his arms, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, looking left and right, and couldn't put it down.

Although he knew that this was You Fuwen's species, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this child was his own son, and he looked too similar.

Although Yue He and the others knew that the soul of the bamboo shoot was reincarnated in this child, he was only a baby now, whether according to the law on the protection of minors in the human world or in the spiritual world. They had no choice but to leave.

Old man Zhong hugged his son, sent them away happily, and then carried the child into the delivery room to see his wife:

You see how much my son looks like me. It's really hard for you.

Huang Lili had just given birth to a child, and her face was pale. Smiled with relief and difficulty: I know silly music, let's give the child a name.

Old man Zhong thought for a while and said to the child in his arms:

Son, your name is Zhong Zhaohui.