Seeing that there were no ghosts in the clearing, Ma Gui and the others couldn't help but be stunned, and I was ecstatic in my heart - yes, yes, the little demon was born with a unicorn fetus, but as a goblin, she naturally knew that when we met the evil mountain god in the process of escaping, she escaped into the underground to track, and at this time it was just a repetition of the old trick.

The little demon has to get off, whether it is to go to Chi Limei to report the news, or to escape by herself, she and Duoduo will be fine, then my heart is finally half of it, calmly handed over the weapon, and was arrested.

Seeing the little demon fleeing, Ma Gui was naturally stunned and regretted, but Mr. Xu didn't care, waved his hand, and said let's go, don't pay attention to it, come over today, be able to control Mo Luo in your hand, and it can be regarded as completing the goal, and Lu Zuo can go to us as a guest, it is even more of a surprise, as for the rest, there is no need to worry.

With that, Mr. Xu walked up to me and slapped me on the forehead with a gentle palm.

I suddenly had a feeling of wanting to vomit, I was a little dizzy at the moment, my eyelids were heavy, seeing my lethargic expression, he praised lightly: "Child, you are really amazing, none of my apprentices, can match you, so the necessary precautions, you still have to do it, don't mind......"

His voice was so gentle, as if the elders had touched my head, so that I could not feel a sense of resistance in my heart, and the world was constantly changing between the opening and closing of my eyelids, and a soft voice kept telling me: "Sleep, child, when you wake up, everything will pass......" So, I felt that my body was getting weaker and weaker, and my eyes were dark, and I didn't know what to do.

Then I seemed to regain a little consciousness, and I felt like I should have been carried on my back, and then walked up and down the hill.

Carrying me was a man, covered in stinky sweat, mixed with the stench of inferior tobacco leaves filled my nose, making me dizzy, but powerless to push away, and even more excessively, this man was sick in his heart, walking bumpy, so that between me and his buttocks, constantly intimate friction...... Well, this indescribable feeling of nausea swallowed up what little bit of consciousness I had.

Before falling into darkness, the raging waves in my heart roared: "Dian Er, your sister! ”

When I woke up from my coma again, I found myself shackled, my hands and feet were made of iron, and there was a large lead ball hanging from the shackles, and what terrified me even more was that I felt weak and unable to gather any strength - little by little the memories of that day in Sakurang's prison came to my mind, and I knew that I had fed the grass juice of the bone-eating grass again, and the amount of creatine broke down so much that I could not use it at all.

Turning my head, I looked left and right, and found myself in a brick and stone room, which was divided into many compartments, all separated by steel pipes the thickness of a baby's arm, and the windows in the room were high and small, spilling a little sunlight, making the dark room a little brighter.

I lay on a wooden bed, the smell of rotting and moldy all over the room, my throat was dry like a fire, and I couldn't help but shout, "Water, water......"

I shouted for a long time, but no one paid attention to me, but I saved up some strength, reluctantly sat up straight, looked with my back against the wall, and found that there were many people in the room, some were cursing in low voices, some were sleeping, and some were ...... Uh, pop, soap pick-up.

Seeing this, I can barely understand my own situation, I should be detained here, as for the future situation, it should depend on the situation of Mr. Xu summoning me.

I sat for a while, feeling the dryness in my throat growing, and dying of thirst, and stumbling down to the ground, groping around in this place where I could only stay, and feeling nothing but a broken bowl with a gap.

The discomfort of thirst made me a little manic, and I beat the steel pipe with the shackles on my hands, Bang Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang, it seemed very high-pitched in this room, and then there was a creaking sound far away, and the iron door opened, and three guys with leather whips came in, shouting, wah, wah, wow, I didn't understand, and I saw that the cell was suddenly in chaos, crying, roaring, shouting...... And so on.

I couldn't shout, so I kept knocking, trying to get the attention of the visitors.

Sure enough, there were many people in this cell, but there were very few people like me who were handcuffed and shackled, and one of the middle-aged men with a high belly came to my side, and I hurriedly stretched out the bowl and prayed, "Give me some water to drink!" Give me a little......" Before I could finish my sentence, the man with a leather whip in his hand struck me through the iron fence and struck me in the face.

I received a few lashes on my hand, and the broken bowl fell out of the prison and shattered into several pieces, so I hurriedly stepped back and left the range of his attack.

Seeing that I had escaped, the fat man scolded me again, and seeing that I did not return the favor, he was satisfied, and after a few strokes of the iron fence, he ran elsewhere to maintain order. I shrank in the corner, the place where I was pumped hurt hotly, the language was not clear, and I was not depressed, and at this moment, a faint voice came from the side: "There is an old Chinese saying, called 'Hades are easy to see, but little ghosts are difficult', people are under the eaves, you better keep a low profile." ”

I listened to the old and familiar voice, and turned my head to look next door, only to see that on the dark ground, there was also an aging and decrepit monk, but it was none other than the monk who had fought against Mora that day, Master Datu.

The last time I saw him being subdued by Mr. Xu, I didn't expect that he was not dead, but he was brought back.

Perhaps because of the sympathetic relationship, in the face of this old thief who I usually want to kill and then hurry, I suddenly had the idea of communicating, so I asked, "Master Datu, I didn't expect you to be arrested too?" This old fellow is also a face-saving person, and when he heard me ask, he snorted coldly and said, "If I hadn't been entangled by that Moro, how would I have allowed that bastard to succeed?" ”

Through the dim light, I saw that this old monk was really dozens of years old, and asked him what was going on?

Speaking of this, Master Datu sighed and said: "After the battle of Shenshan, Xu Yingzhi, this old guy, left the cusp of the storm, and remained incognito for so many years, but I didn't expect to really practice the true meaning of immortal Zen, putting aside the hostile position, he is really a genius!" ”

I asked what is immortal Zen, Datu knows that he will die, and he doesn't care about what I do, and explains in detail, saying that everyone in the world wants to live forever, but how many people in ancient and modern times can achieve it? The ancients all wanted to become a Buddha and become an immortal, transcendent and holy, through the means of cultivation and epiphany, to give up this physical body, to transcend the outside of things, but after all, it is ethereal, and it is difficult to have a specific method.

However, rarely, but not nothing, when Sanzang returned to the Tang Dynasty, when the north crossed a volume of secret books, called "prophecy", which recorded a number of spells, the most profound of which is this immortal Zen. Later Xu Yingzhi came from the north, and by chance he got a remnant of the book, so he was able to break through the great name, after the battle of Shenshan, there was no trace, and now it is also the age of expectation, the world thinks that he is dead, but he did not think that he reappeared in the rivers and lakes, and he can suck the vitality of others through the palm of his hand, and he thinks that this method has been cultivated to a great extent.

People in the world are cultivating and longevity, each with its own methods, not to mention the Jindan refining furnace and feathering into immortals, which I have seen with my own eyes, there is Tao Jinhong who has broken through the death and become an immortal, Chi Limei worm pond has returned to the youth, Luo Eighteen has been born and reincarnated, and it is not strange that Mr. Xu cultivates this immortal Zen and sucks the vitality of others.

I asked Guru Datu, "Is there still a chance to survive this time when you are planted here?"

He leaned against the wall, threw his head back, sighed for a long time, and muttered, "I am certain to die, and as for you boy, I do not know." "I asked his little friends, why didn't he see any of those heroes in Chinuka?

Speaking of this, Datu couldn't help but sigh, I stared at him, he was honest, after hesitating for a while, he finally said the reason: "It's all my fault, I was too greedy, I came alone, I thought I could capture Moluo, when I lived in seclusion in the mountains, refining for a few years, and when I was born again, it would be the day of the earthbreak, I never thought that I would still fall into the enemy's trap and invite Mr. Xu ......"

I chuckled in my heart, yes, this time there are no reinforcements, how can this be?

I asked Datu, "Master, what is so good about Mora, and what are you going to rob for?" He didn't answer the question directly, but asked me, Lu Zuo, you are very powerful, better than all the young people I have seen, but have you ever wondered where you are powerful?

I didn't have much contact with Datu, and I had a lot of feuds before, so I didn't know much, just shook his head, and he said: "The little goblin who appeared next to you today, look at the jade shining around her, it must be a treasure jade essence, I also heard that you have an auspicious ghost demon, as well as terrifying Gu poison, these are all components of your strength." And the demon object, although it has also experienced reincarnation, but it is the devil who can be the enemy of the Buddha, he is good at controlling floods, fire, thunder and lightning, controlling people's hearts and desires, it is the representative of all evil, it grows rapidly, it can become a noble existence that everyone admires, if it is subjugated in its childhood, then from now on, who will dare to match its controller? ”

All of this comes from a thirst for strength, but I still have doubts, since Mora can be the enemy of Siddhartha, who has not yet become a Buddha, how can you be sure that you can control it?

Guru Datu smiled bitterly and said that there is no hope for immortality, but how many people in the world are pursuing eternal life?

I finally understood that this thing is like selling lottery tickets, there is only one person who wins the jackpot, but everyone insists that that person is themselves. I was talking to Guru Datu for a while, when the door of the cell opened again, and the cell boss led a man who came straight up to me and told me that Mr. Xu wanted to see me.