During the week of recuperation, I only did one thing, I held a book of ancient myths every day and refused to let go, and even slept with this book every day. The dragon described in the book is not quite the same as the dragon in my consciousness, it says that the dragon has no specific form, "If you want to be small, you will turn into a worm and scorpion, and if you want to be big, you will hide in the world." If you want to go up, you will be above the clouds, and if you want to go down, you will enter the deep spring. There is no day of change, no time for up and down. 」

I put the book over my face and tried to wonder if I had killed any insects and scorpions, intentionally or unintentionally, in the past ten years, maybe there was a dragon among them. After that, I walked and did things very carefully, for fear of stepping on the dragon that had turned into a scorpion.

Master asked: Do you think the red dragon is really the dragon in the book?

I asked rhetorically: How else could there be any other dragons?

Master said, "Maybe it's just an evil worm, and it's just called the Red Dragon."

My temples twitched, my hands loosened, and the book slipped vertically and hit the ground.

Master said, "Shan'er, you have to remember that no matter whether this red dragon is a worm or a dragon, the dragon ball is undoubtedly an evil thing that can heal the flesh and bones of the dead. It saved your life in the past, and it will kill you in the future. This dragon ball in your body has two masters before you, and the first master is a Moro monk from Shaolin, eh...... Moro, do you know?

I thought about it for a while, and made sure that I really didn't have any impression of this high monk named Moro in my head.

Master said: Mo Luo should be regarded as one of the best monks in Shaolin so far, and it is thanks to him that Shaolin has become famous all over the world. But. Moro has a well-known flaw.

I said, "Oh? What kind of flaw is that?"

Master subconsciously touched his tall nose, took a deep breath and said, "He has a very bad body odor, and that smell is exactly the same as that of a fox." For this, Shaolin disciples often laughed at him in private, even if he ate fasting and recited Buddha without touching meat, it would not help. Some people even made a fuss about this matter, slandering Moro for doing things that insulted Buddhism behind his back, so he was punished by the Buddha. The smell of his body became a black mole the size of a bean in Moro's heart, and the evil words of those disciples were like morning dew watering it, and one day the full and strong black mole filled Moro's heart.

I asked: Is Moro dead?

Master said, "I think he is no different from death, his soul has already packed his bags and is ready to wander the world." He heard from his disciples that during the darkest period of Moro, he ate only one meal a day, and that he was as thin as wood and his face was like ashes. Everyone thought that he was not far from death, and even the disciples who took care of him every day hoped that such a day would come sooner. But in the early morning of one day, well, if I remember correctly, it should be the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival of a certain year, but Moro, who was about to wither, pushed open the door and walked out as if he was reborn. What's even more amazing is that the disgusting body odor that he exudes like a fox is gone.

I asked: Is it Dragon Ball?

Master nodded.

I said: I didn't expect Dragon Ball to have the effect of removing body odor!

Master said, "Fool, using dragon balls to get rid of body odor is overkill. This thing is both holy and evil, and it presents a temperament that is in the same vein as the person who uses it. No one can say the origin of Moro and the Dragon Ball, just take it as a kind of fate, Moro was reborn with the help of the Dragon Ball, Shaolin explained this strange thing as the good fruit of Moro, perhaps in a quiet late night Buddha came to Moro in a dream for him to eliminate this fatal flaw. However, how can life be fulfilled? If one defect is solved, another defect will naturally appear, and this is doomed.

I exclaimed: Something else bad has happened?

Master said, "It's not something bad, but the cause and effect comes down to the unfortunate thing of body odor."

I asked: Isn't the body odor gone because of Dragon Ball?

Master said, "Well, don't forget that the Dragon Ball is not a mundane thing, and the power it contains is endless. Soon, with Moro's wisdom and understanding, he felt the extraordinariness of the Dragon Balls, and even he found out about the hobby of the Dragon Balls.

I said, "Wait...... Wait a minute. Dragon Ball still has a hobby? Why don't you know anything about it?

The Master said, "Should you tell the truth or lie for the sake of the teacher?"

I said, "Please tell me the truth."

Master said, "Because you are stupid and have no wisdom roots."

I scratched my head, not knowing what Huigen was. I think maybe it's because I don't have Huigen that I don't know what kind of existence Huigen is.

Master said, "To put it bluntly, you are too stupid, a criminal.

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Human comprehension is very strange, and generally our nerves are relaxed and dull when it comes to matters that do not concern us, like idle clotheslines, swaying in the air with the east wind. As soon as the positive and negative clothes were hung on it, Octavia's nerves immediately straightened up.

I continued to ask about Dragon Ball's hobbies.

Master asked rhetorically: You criminals really don't feel its liking? How can you say that you have also loved each other for 19 years?

When Master asked me this, I thought about it seriously. I think that since the Dragon Balls are stored in my body and are closely connected to me, there must be a connection between the Dragon Balls' preferences and my preferences. So I built a bridge to the Dragon Ball in my empty consciousness, groping my way from the other side of the Dragon Ball, trying to find clues through this bridge.

Suddenly, my head felt as if it had been knocked on the head by a wooden fish.

I said, "Ah, I know."

Master said, "Oh, it seems that the criminals still have a little bit of understanding."

I said: Hehe, does this Dragon Ball like women, especially beauties~

After speaking, Master invited me to eat "hairy chestnuts".

Master said, "Alas, the Master has even a slight expectation of you. Listen, that dragon ball of Moro is the same red pearl sewn into your heart at this moment, and it is extremely bloodthirsty.

I slumped on the ground with weak legs and feet.

I asked, "Could it be that I grew up with chills because it draws my blood?"

Master nodded.

I asked: So, my ill is not a side effect of the Flaunt, but a gift from this Dragon Ball?

Master said, "The main effect of the Tranquil Pill is to change your gender, and I think it does have some side effects, and it's also true that it's no longer working. However, judging by the circumstances of your attack, it is undoubtedly because of the Dragon Balls.

I exclaimed: Ah, in this way, those doubts that have puzzled me for more than ten years have finally been solved.

Master said, "Are you really confused by these things?" For the Master, you are in great pain when you have a bad disease, and you can eat, drink, and sleep on weekdays.

I said, "Of course I was confused, I have suffered so many sins for no reason, and even though I have a big heart, I can't be like a poultry who only knows how to eat and sleep and does not know that there are dangers. Speaking of which, this just shows that Master doesn't care enough about me at all.

Master said, "Well...... As a teacher, continue to tell you about Moro.

I said: Qi ~ has a weak heart!

The master said, "Do you want to listen?"

I grabbed Master's sleeve and surrendered, "Listen to it!"

Master said: After Moro realized the bloodlust of the Dragon Balls, a strange expression appeared on his face.

I asked: What kind of weird expression?

The master had a gloomy face, his two eyebrows were one high and one low, his eyes were dull, and a wry smile was pulled out of the corners of his mouth.

I've never seen Master look like this, as if some other spirit had penetrated into his body and was directing action.

Master said, "See, it's this strange expression."

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and breathed a sigh of relief as I watched Master's return to normal.

Master went on to say that Moro had made some kind of pact with the Dragon Balls, and that if the Dragon Balls were willing to cooperate with him, he would supply it with enough delicious blood. Obviously, Dragon Ball has no resistance to the delicious blood, and it greedily drinks the delicious blood provided by Moro to exert its powerful evil power. Moro used the power of the Dragon Balls to increase his strength greatly, and practiced the Shaolin Peerless "Yijin Sutra" to the realm of "Wuji". It can be described as a rebirth, and there are no diseases. However, once a contract has been formed, it cannot be easily rescinded unless both parties to the contract agree.

I said: After Moro practiced to Wuji, he wanted to terminate the contract, but Dragon Ball was unwilling?

Master said, "That's right. Moro wants to break the contract not entirely because he wants to wash his hands after reaching Wuji, the biggest problem that bothers Moro is blood. At first, Moro would drink a lot of the blood of livestock to feed the Dragon Balls, but as time went on, the Dragon Balls became more and more picky, and he grew tired of the ordinary taste of livestock.

I said: human blood, it wants to drink human blood?

Master said, "Well, it wants to taste the blood of a human like the blood flowing in Moro's body." If he didn't, then Moro would have to give his life. Human nature is selfish, and Moro began his plan of slaughter in order to survive. As a Shaolin monk, he first extended his claws to the disciples who were unknown on weekdays, and then the more people killed, the more Shaolin would disappear a disciple in a few days. Later statistics showed that in just one month, eighteen disciples of Shaolin were missing.

I asked, "Are all those disciples dead?"

Master said, "The death was very miserable, the body was a dry body stripped of water and blood, and the dry skin was crumpled and piled on the skeleton. They were abandoned deep in the bamboo forest of Shaolin Houshan, where they smelled of rotting food from time to time.

I asked: How did this come to be discovered?