On the other side, Shen Yifeng, who was still trapped in the inner demon array, moved his palm slightly, and could vaguely feel the movement of the two people connected by the silk in his hand.

But what about him?

Shen Yifeng's hand was tightened and sent, sent and sent, and he knelt on the ground in embarrassment, and he could see that the blood stains on his forehead and knees were particularly conspicuous against the background of the yellow python robe.

But he didn't care, he just looked at the woman in front of him fixedly.

She was laughing, laughing unscrupulously, laughing so loudly that her eyebrows were dancing, and her laughter was raging.

Anyone can see Shen Yifeng's forbearance, but the woman can't see it, not only can't she see it, but she also sharpens the slender knife in her hand on the stone pillar on the side little by little.

She's crazy.

The northern Tianqi concubine fell into the demon in the year 203 of the Tianqi era.

It's a pity that it's the madness that enters.

There are three thousand humanitarians, and the demon path is also classified, and the mad demon is one of the most troublesome ones, and the people who have entered the mad demon path can cultivate as they wish, sometimes they can be able to rival Jin Dan, and sometimes they will be as weak as mortals. As for sanity - is she still sanity?

And the reason why she fell into the devil is simple.

The king of Beishang set up the crown prince, but he was not the son of the young concubine who had been set earlier, but the son of Shen Yifeng, a lowly maid under the young concubine who had just been found out of Shan Linggen. According to Tianqi's old practice, the prince needs to be the eldest son, what about the son of the young concubine who is three years older than Shen Yifeng?

So on this day, the young concubine lost her posteriority, lost her son, and lost her mind.

Shen Yifeng was wearing a prince python robe that originally belonged to the son of the young concubine.

As for the blood on his body, it is not his.

It belonged to another woman, another woman whose hands and feet had been cut off, her tongue had been pulled out, her eyes gouged out, and she had been stuffed haphazardly into a barrel.

It was Shen Yifeng's mother.

Concubine Nian only laughed wildly.

No one dared to stop her.

The king of Shang didn't seem to want the news that the future king was the son of a cheap maid to be spread, so he only told a few Yuanying real people to protect the prince and ignore the mutilated concubine Shen Yifeng.

He wanted to get rid of her by the hand of the young concubine.

Shen Yifeng looked down at his hand, and suddenly a blood-colored thread condensed out.

He tilted his head and thought about it, what did he do at that time?

With all his strength, he pounced, forcing the onlookers to kill the young concubine.

Then, kill her.

Kill whom?

Mother.

As for now, he thought, he didn't have to work hard, he didn't even need to move, just a thought could change all this.

What a simple choice.

He smiled.

......

The scene suddenly changed, and the silk thread that poked out was in the air.

What Shen Yifeng faced turned into a dark space where the boundary could not be seen clearly, and the only thing that brought light to this space was the golden Buddha bead in the center.

Shen Yifeng smiled disdainfully.

The golden Buddha beads brought a reassuring glow, which made Shen Yifeng suddenly think of the shiny bald head.

"Cut. He clasped his hands around his chest and said disdainfully,

The Buddha beads floated up and down without hurry, and an old voice surrounded him in all directions.

"Has the benefactor forgotten the agreement with the old man?"

"Old bald donkey, you're too wide. Shen Yifeng popped out a silk thread, "It's just a demon, and it won't really kill people." ”

The monk's voice paused for a moment, and when it sounded again, it carried a sense of helplessness.

"Shen Gongzi, don't find a reason for your demonic behavior. ”

Shen Yifeng flicked his nails: "I am a demon, how to enter a demon?"

The monk said, "Then are you willing to be a demon?"

As if he had been told what was on his mind, Shen Yifeng's body suddenly stiffened, and he said after a long time: "If I am willing to be a demon, how can I make an agreement with you?" However, old bald donkey, let me ask you, if you kill someone, you must be a demon?"

Shen Yifeng suddenly remembered the little fat man's statement to the ugly boy not long ago, and couldn't help but say it.

"Is it also a demon to kill the wicked?"

"She mutilated her mother, she was willing to be a demon, he disregarded human life, selfish and ruthless, do you think they should be killed?"

“......”

"If it's to be killed, why can't I be killed? If it's not a kill, then what I do shouldn't be killed, right?"

The monk still didn't speak. Shen Yifeng suddenly had a lot to say.

"Mortals still have love and hatred, happy rivers and lakes, beasts also have the weak and the strong, the survival of the fittest, everything in the world can move to kill, kill, why can't I kill? Don't tell me that Buddhism doesn't hurt the lives of ants, but I know, the Buddha you have in mind still has a precept-breaking knife. ”

"I can't kill it, is it just because I'm a demon who wants to cultivate humanity?"

"Old bald donkey, it's not fair. ”

"I am humane, not a Buddha. ”

The monk's voice came, but it was a little ethereal: "People have rules and morals, beasts have jungle rules, and Buddhas have rules and precepts, and these are not available to demons." The demons are born from the heart, can you guarantee that you will always be able to share the reality of the demons along the way? Are you sure that I will not let you regenerate malice because of my tolerance?"

"People who miss it once are more likely to be tempted than those who have never been in contact with it. ”

"Not sure. ”

Both of them fell silent. Shen Yifeng felt that the annoying bead exuded the aura of "I saw that I was right", but he was helpless against this bead.

He gritted his teeth: "I shouldn't have promised you that broken agreement at that time." ”

The monk seemed to smile: "If you didn't agree at that time, I'm afraid I won't be soft, don't forget the Buddha's precept-breaking knife." ”

"Huh. Shen Yifeng sneered. This old monk even told jokes.

"Since that's the case, let the old man send the donor to send this heart demon realm......"

"I have another question, if this heart demon realm is my heart demon, why did that child's experience occur?"

There was no answer.