Lin Ru looked helpless and said: "The little palace master of the child is right, Lin Mou thank you for your great kindness." ”

The little palace master waved his hand and said, "That's right, well, you can continue to talk." ”

"Alas!"

The tragic color could never be smeared on his face, Lin Ruhai tried his best to make himself look sincere, and said: "Lin is tired, and he has lived enough; I want to die, I want to show the blood to Mr., as for how Mr. will deal with it and when to deal with it, Lin Mou doesn't ask." ”

With a deep bow in his fists, he said, "Please sir." ”

As a father, Lin Ruhai is very selfish; as a descendant, Lin Ruhai's choice is undoubtedly unfilial; as an official, begging for death means being unkind. Choosing death also means abandoning his wife, which is ruthless and unjust.

In addition, fundamentally speaking, Lin Ruhai is suspected of using Thirteen Lang and the people related to him, which is despicable.

Unkind, unfilial, ruthless, selfish and despicable, what is the reason for this self-righteous imperial official to make this decision?

Thirteen Lang pondered this question and did not respond for a moment.

Just explained by the relationship between father and son or father and daughter, Shisanro felt that it was not enough, it was more like an instinct, a kind of catharsis and cry when ants are powerless to resist or choose fate.

As the highest level of life, human beings have many other desires besides survival, either material or spiritual, or self-interest or affinity; when there is no harm in survival, and when there is food and clothing, these desires will quietly breed like weeds, and even occupy the mainstream.

For example: Zealotics.

Ten years ago. There were very few fanatics in Randolph City, and the people of that time were trying to stay alive, fighting to survive. So I don't care about anything else. Nowadays, the number of fanatics is increasing day by day, after life has settled down. Human beings began to instinctively work towards a higher level, hoping to live better.

Immortals want to live forever, mortals want to live better, happier, and longer, and if they can't reach it in this life, they put their hopes in the next life, or after death.

This is the source of fanaticism.

As for the so-called Spiritual Dharma Venerable, he or she or even it is nothing more than a finger and a chess piece that uses this kind of thinking. A higher level of fanaticism.

In other words, everything in the world comes from the human world, everything in the immortal family comes from the mortal world, and everything in the heavenly world is based on the mortal world, and it will never be thought of getting rid of.

This is the Hongchen Meaning! There is no one of the most powerful supernatural powers in the world

"Hehe, the Spiritual Venerable!"

With a contemptuous sneer, Mr. Eight Fingers looked peaceful and serene, his eyes were bright and clear with thought, and his body and mind seemed to be sublimated. Millilight is microscopic. From this moment on, Thirteen Lang was carefree, no burden, no hesitation. There is only firmness and calmness.

If you want to believe in others, you must first believe in yourself, no matter what kind of Dharma is preached. If that Spiritual Dharma Venerable can't convince himself, how can he preach to millions of believers? It is also a prisoner controlled by desire, a monk who will do whatever it takes.

True. That person should be much stronger than the Thirteen Langs, and may even be stronger than the Three Kings, but as long as it can't get rid of this desire, it will eventually be nothing more than a magic stick that deceives incense, sinking forever, what is it?

Jumping beam clown, that's it.

Thinking of this, Thirteen Lang woke up like a fugue, and was about to say something to Lin Ruhai, when he suddenly found the little palace master's strange eyes looking at him, and his heart jumped.

"What's wrong?"

"You have a smell on you, a weird smell. ”

The little palace master's words were completely unreasonable, and he hesitated for a moment and added: "It's the same as the old ancestor." ”

“”

Like a tide of pleasure fading from enlightenment, Thirteen Lang was stunned and said, "What is it? It's breath, right?"

The little palace master thought about it seriously, frowned and replied: "It should be, but it's not like it, how can I say it, oops, headache"

"Don't think about it anymore. ”

Thirteen Lang stopped drinking categorically, and his tone was as stern as a stick. Feeling this kind of thing is mysterious and mysterious, how can she understand and seek, the breath that the little palace master said Thirteen Lang understands, because when he came out of the secret room, he felt it from the faint light film on his body.

Thirteen Lang knew that that layer of light should be the final protection left to her by the head of the Demon Palace, with a similar meaning to the aura she had just felt. The reason why the little palace master feels familiar and comfortable may be due to this.

This statement is not appropriate, it should be that the breath of Thirteen Lang is similar to that of the old ancestor, and further, perhaps it is because of that breath that Thirteen Lang can have some understanding at this time.

This is the way of the teacher, no need to apprentice, no need to meet, a wisp of fate in the dark is destined to inherit.

After appeasing the little palace master, Thirteen Lang turned to Lin Ruhai and said slowly: "I have already figured out how to do the matter of the Blood Ding, but you have to live and try to live as long as possible." ”

Lin Ruhai heard the taste and knew that he still had something to do, so he waited quietly.

Thirteen Lang said: "That's the case, you were poisoned very early"

Lin Ruhai's expression changed drastically, and he was eager to speak.

"Don't panic, listen to me explain slowly. ”

Thirteen Lang waved his hand to stop him and said, "It's not difficult to find the person who poisoned him, but"

Coming out of the city lord's mansion, the silver wheel was hanging high, and the night was already sinking, and following Mr. Eight Fingers on the cold street, the little palace lord couldn't stop his ethereal thoughts for a while, and he was full of emotion.

"You're so insidious, so vicious, so cunning, so bad!"

If you are not afraid of the cold, the artistic conception of stepping on the snow is actually quite good; the little palace master is naturally not afraid of the cold, kicking the chaotic layer of snow against the moonlight, jumping when he is fast and slow, and jumping when he breaks his steps, and he is too busy to do it.

The night was quiet and quiet, and the occasional chanting sound came from the distance, and it didn't seem to be as annoying as before to listen to it, and Thirteen Lang found that the little palace master was not as foolish as before, so he said: "I also have advantages." ”

In addition to playing chess, the little palace master has mostly fallen asleep at the moment, but somehow it is somehow. Today, she is in good spirits, except because she feels the pleasure that she couldn't get before. It's more to stay with Thirteen Lang.

Rushing over to sniff it, the little palace master wrinkled his nose and said, "Of course you have something?"

"What's missing?"

"Breath. That breath just now. ”

The little palace master shook his shoulders and said, "Release it, hurry up." ”

These words are ugly, and Thirteen Lang said dislikely: "Girl, it's good to be gentle." ”

The little palace master was very amused, and said: "It's getting more and more like, just like talking to the old ancestor." ”

Thirteen Lang slapped her hand away and said, "That's not comparable." By the way, the ancestor left you here, will he leave it alone?"

The little palace master said disdainfully: "No." My ancestors love me the most. ”

Thirteen Lang said casually: "That's not necessarily, maybe it's been too long, his old man is too tired to care, maybe he wants to practice retreat, he casts spells for you and needs to recover your vitality."

As soon as his face changed, Thirteen Lang suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you have any other relatives besides the old ancestor?"

The little palace master said: "Yes, but it is enough to have no ancestors. Others don't care. ”

Thirteen Lang's face condensed slightly, and he asked again: "In the past, how often did the ancestor cast a spell on you?"

Seeing that he asked formally, the little palace master tilted his head and thought about it. said: "Not necessarily, three years, five years, seven or eight years, I have all had." ”

Shisanro asked, "Never more than ten years. Isn't that right?"

The little palace master also seemed to realize something, and his carefree eyes were a little gloomy. Said: "Yes, never." ”

"What if"

Jusan Lang thought for a moment. He changed his words and said, "How old is the ancestor?"

The little palace master was stunned for a moment, forgot what he was thinking about just now, and said, "What's the big thing?"

Thirteen Lang asked seriously, "Do you know the age of the old ancestor?"

The little palace master shook his head blankly.

Thirteen Lang's heart sank slightly, and he thought of a question that he couldn't have thought of before: Is it possible that the Demon Palace Master, who is powerful in half the world, is dying like the old gardener?

There is a reason for thinking so. What kind of person is the head of the Demon Palace, there is no reason to act arbitrarily and do useless work, three or five years or seven or eight years has no meaning to the little palace master, the ancestor must be the result after careful consideration and careful calculation. The memory time limit of the little palace master is ten years, so can it be said that if you want her not to forget the Demon Palace, the interval between spells cannot exceed this period, it must be within ten years?

What is the method of the divine seal, Shisanlang doesn't understand at all, but he understands what a mysterious and profound magical power it is to recondense the memories that should have disappeared, and at the same time, he also understands that this kind of magical power must have a corresponding price.

It may not be impossible to give up, but it is true that it is not too big; obsession with this kind of thing, you can throw it away when you face it for the first time, and if you can't throw it away, you can't throw it away; the stronger the belief, the more stubborn people tend to be, and Shisanro himself is proof of this.

In other words, there are only two explanations for what the ancestors did, either they found some opportunities, or they had no choice at all and had to let it go.

Guessing the life and death of the head of the Demon Palace, it sounds very unreliable, if you think about it seriously, especially after seeing Lin Ruhai's performance and decision, Thirteen Lang felt more and more that it was possible, and soon thought of another sentence, and his mood became more and more heavy.

Those who hold great weapons will be in danger.

The head of the Demon King's Palace, how majestic and domineering it sounds. However, anyone who knows some power knows that there will be some hidden enemies living in the world, and once they are gone

From a spiritual point of view, the return of the Demon Palace to the ruins is definitely a great thing worth celebrating, but for Thirteen Lang, especially the current Thirteen Lang, the ancestor cannot die, never die.

The spirit of the spirit shuddered, and Thirteen Lang gave birth to that feeling again, and there was no time for me!

He was thinking about it, the thoughts of the little palace master next to him had already flown into the sky, and as he walked, he suddenly thought of something, turned his head and asked, "By the way, you didn't let me ask the ancestor for help, why did you bring me here?"

Thirteen Lang woke up from his contemplation, took a deep breath and replied, "For witnessing." ”

The little palace master asked suspiciously, "What is the witness, and to whom is the witness?"

Thirteen Lang did not hide it, and replied: "To the three kings, and the Miaoyin Gate." ”

The little palace master pondered for a while, and said, "Meaning, let me prove it for you and the person surnamed Lin?"

Thirteen Lang nodded and said, "They don't necessarily believe me, but they will definitely believe you." ”

"Of course!"

The little palace master looked proud, and then he became gloomy and disappointed, and said angrily: "Understood, you are still using me." ”

Shisanlang couldn't help but defend himself, and said, "How can this be used? At most, it is to help." ”

The little palace master said solemnly: "It's help, it's also use, that's what the ancestor said."

Thirteen Lang was helpless and said: "Okay, count you, count him, but you also use me, let's use each other and help each other."

The little palace master was surprised and said, "What did I use of you?"

"This" Thirteen Lang hesitated and asked, "Does honing assassination skills count?"

"This" The little palace master hesitated and said, "Does it count, hehe, watch the kill!"

A cold light erupted

(To be continued......)