When the evil real person said the last sentence, his tone was very confused, as if he was not sure whether what he said was true or false. ww．Ｉge.cＯＭ

Maybe I'm mistaken?

Presumably.

After all, I'm old and enlightened, and if my memory is still so good, how awesome it is.

"This name seems to pop out of my head, it should be my name, right?" The evil real person looked at me with a confused face and scratched his head: "Hey, don't say it, it's the first time I've thought of this name in so many years!" ”

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, and I looked at it with a blank expression, and my mind was a complete mess.

The reason why I'm so surprised has nothing to do with its name.

To put it bluntly, I've never heard of its name.

Zhao Huan really?

Who is this?

The reason I was really surprised was the poem it read before it said its name.

Since I have been in the industry for a short time, I know a lot of things about the Tao, especially those related to the teachings of life.

In the Vocation of Life, there are two poems that are used as code language cuts.

The first poem, which I had heard a long time ago, came out of the mouth of Xiao Rulai, the second-in-command of the Birth Sect.

"Stepping on the color lotus should open in the sky."

"Clouds, dragons, winds, and tigers are buried in all directions."

"There are thousands of people who have no one to understand the right path."

"The disciple is chanting."

These few lines of poetry are the incisions of the Buddhist warlock disciples in the Dusheng Sect, and they can be regarded as the opening words used by them to declare their identities.

On the other hand, there are Buddhist poems, and naturally there are Taoist ones.

There are hundreds of Taoist disciples, and the Fa sect does not dare to say that there are hundreds, how can there be dozens, but their incisions are all the same poem, and there is no difference in the slightest.

That poem is the poem that the evil person reads at this moment.

"Alchemy Pill in the Tushi Palace."

"Ride the crane to the dust and purple air."

"The breeze goes with you."

"Teach the disciples to preach the hidden Nanshan."

When I heard the blind boss say this poem, I thought that the grandchildren of the Dusheng Sect were quite arrogant, fuck, and the alchemy pill in the palace? Feelings, do you mean that the immortals have descended to earth?

Why don't you go to heaven??

But after personally experiencing the strength of Daoist Ge, I think that although this poem is a bit crazy, if Daoist Ge uses it, it can indeed be a little more convincing.

But whether he is convinced or not, Lao Tzu is now very unconvinced.

"Old old man" I looked at it dumbfounded, and my speech was a little unpleasant: "You are a person from the life teaching?" ”

"What is the Birth Teaching?" The evil real person looked at me suspiciously, patted his head, and asked, "Are you talking about the current Birth Sect?" The one who is going to mess with Fang Xiaogui? ”

"yes!" I nodded: "The poem you just read is the incision of the Taoist disciples in their sect, and very few people in the industry know this, unless they have had a lot of dealings with the Dusheng Sect."

"I'm not a student." The sin shook his head.

"Have you forgotten all about the past?" I cautiously asked, "Do you remember what you did when you were alive?" ”

"Taoist priest." The evil real person looked at me suspiciously, although there were black holes in the eye sockets, and there were no eyeballs, but I could still feel its stupid eyes: "You don't know that I am a Dao Wei?" ”

"You know, I mean, while you're alive, will you be a Taoist priest of the Birth Sect?" I asked tentatively.

"Impossible." The evil real person gave the answer very simply, without hesitation at all: "Although I don't remember the past, you don't want to think about it, how long has the Life Sect been established?" ”

Hearing what the evil people said, I also sobered up a little, didn't ask any more, and muttered in my heart.

It is true that the establishment of the Dusheng Sect is not too long, and when this organization was established, the blind bosses were still messing around.

Assuming that the Dusheng Sect had an organization before it was established on the bright side, it would not have existed too early, at most more than ten years, that is, when Fang Shiliang was still famous outside.

The evil real person didn't stay in this mountain for a long time, it was a mountain that he only entered after Fang Shiliang escaped from the world and practiced.

But judging from the gossip provided by Fang Shiliang, it seems that it had been practicing in other places for a long time before entering the mountain.

In other words, during the period of time after the evil people became unjust, the Birth Sect was not established at all, and even the prototype had not yet come out.

Since this is the case, then do you still need to mention the time when the real person is alive?

Holy shit, how many years ago was that? I'm afraid that Daoist Ge and the bitter monk haven't met each other!

"No, Lao Zhenren, since you have nothing to do with the Dusheng Sect, how did you know about that poem?" I asked confusedly.

"How do I know?" The evil real person was a little helpless: "It feels like it pops out of my heart, isn't it, don't you know this poem?" Then you still ask me? ”

"I'm listening to other people." I spread my hands.

"I can't say it's just from Fang Xiaogui." The evil people also spread their hands.

"It's possible." I thought thoughtfully for a moment and nodded, "If it weren't for this, you probably wouldn't know this poem." ”

The evil real person snorted, and the expression on his face seemed to be a little confused, or rather, it was a kind of confusion from the heart.

It must have been in a mess of its head.

According to the news about Wei that Fang Shiliang told me, after many Wei sins have opened their spiritual intelligence, a large part of their memories will be lost.

Of course, more often than not, it is a direct total amnesia.

It can remember the habits it developed when it was a human being, such as eating, drinking, sleeping, etc., but it can forget 90 percent or even more of what it has experienced.

What did the evil real person do when he was alive, there is no need to think about this, from the fact that he is a Taoist, he knows that this grandson was 100% a Taoist priest when he was alive.

But no one knows what kind of Taoist priest it is, and what year it was in the specific period of survival.

"Zhao Huanzhen, is this really your name?" I asked curiously.

"Yes." The evil real person nodded and said categorically: "I can forget anything else, but I can't forget this, that's what my brain told me." ”

"It's okay, it's easy to know the name." I reassured, "You must want to know about your own life, right?" Let's just look it up according to the name! ”

"A person who can cultivate a Taoist after death, when he is alive, must also be a famous Taoist priest, knowing the name, it is easy to look up!"

After listening to my words, the evil real person seemed very calm, and did not mean to be excited at all.

"Actually, you don't need to check it for me." The evil real person smiled: "I don't have much interest in what happened to me in my life. ”

"Not interested?" I was stunned.

"yes, not interested." The evil real person said very calmly, with a face full of indifference: "What's the use of knowing what happened in your life?" It's just to add trouble to yourself, maybe you have to pull out a bunch of worrying things, so it's better to forget about it all! ”

As he spoke, the evil man smiled and raised his hand to point at himself.

"Don't forget, I'm not a living Zhao Zhenzhen anymore, I'm a dead evil person, understand?"

"Life and death, man and sin, some things are better distinguished."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but shrug my shoulders and look at it with some admiration.

"You've thought enough."

"It's okay." The evil real person smiled: "If I can't even think of this kind of thing, how can I still cultivate?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the smile of the evil real person seemed to become warmer, and he said to me very seriously.

"I'm not interested in what happened to me, but I still have to thank you."

"Thank me for what?" I asked.

"Thank you for reminding me of my name." The evil real person laughed.

"You didn't remember?" I'm a little confused.

"No, maybe it's all a coincidence" The evil man said helplessly: "It's been so many years, and it's the first time I've remembered this name."

"Sensei is talking about you, let's talk about me."

I sighed, slowly found a coffin to lean on, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked at it weakly.

"How am I going to get past you? How are you going to teach me? ”

"Simple, easy! You absolutely love my approach! ”

My question seemed to poke deep into the heart of the evil man, and his face suddenly showed a crazy smile.

That kind of madness contains excitement, and there is an unconcealed eagerness to try.

"It's easy, it's just a little painful, and you're not going to be scared, right?"

The evil real person asked me, and then took out a dirty little cloth bag from his pocket, and the smile on his face was very weird, so that I couldn't help but be a little scared.

"Will it hurt?" I asked.

"It's going to hurt."

He replied, opened the cloth bag, shook out the contents, put it in his palm, and motioned for me to see it.

Those things were all small needles that shone with cold light and were pitch black.

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