"Errands?" Su Ji's eyes opened slightly, repeating Uncle Jingming's words. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Actually, it's not that scary, I just want you to help get water. Although the monks here fasted in the valley, they still had to drink water. Rainwater seeps from the top of the tower every time it rains. I want you to help get the water down from the top of the tower. ”

"Presumably, the road to the top of the tower to get water must be dangerous. ”

Uncle Jingming hesitated for a moment and said, "Young man, I see that you are not bad, so I won't hide it from you." Go to the top of the tower to get water, death is a common thing. But as long as you don't want to die now, you have to go. Even if I don't let you go, others will force you to go. The tower prison has the rules of the tower prison, and whoever is high in cultivation is the rule. We are on the third floor, except for me, the monks here are all in the Xuanqing Three Realms before entering the tower, and the higher they go, the higher their cultivation. Because my cultivation is the lowest, I used to do the work of fetching water. Now that you're here, it's your turn. ”

Su Ji glanced at the monks who were meditating indifferently, and said angrily: "Since everyone is suffering together, why don't you find a way to get out together! Why do you want to divide the ranks? Those who are barefoot and are not afraid to wear shoes are not afraid to cast a spell on the top of the tower, and a jade stone will be burned!"

Su Ji's voice became louder and louder, but the people around him who were meditating were indifferent, not even a single one opened their eyes.

Uncle Jingming hurriedly covered Su Ji's mouth, shook his head and said, "If you are as ambitious as you, you have already broken yourself." The hardest thing here is to live, and the easiest thing is to die. If you want to die, don't drag me down, just go all the way to the bottom of the tower yourself. ”

Su Ji tore his hand away and sat indignantly, I don't know how long......

Time has been stretched out for an incomparably long time in the Linglong Tower Prison, and it is suffocating. There's no alcohol here, and there's no women. The imprisoned monk can only close his eyes and meditate every day, which is to look at the wall, scratch his head, or ask the next question:

"Hasn't it rained yet?"

If the answer is no, they will certainly look impatient and complain like mortals:

"I'm dying of thirst!"

"If there is no more water, I have to drink urine again!"

Not long after Su Ji entered the tower, he was not as thirsty as these people for the time being, but there was no water to bathe, and his body would always itch. From time to time, bugs got into his clothes, and he had to habitually scratch the itch with his hands.

Uncle Jingming was idle, seeing that he was scratching around all day long, and his back was dripping with blood, which was strange and scary, so he came over and said:

"Don't catch it, you have to get used to it. It's just that it will feel itchy at first, but after a long time, the sweat and dirt on the body will turn into mud scales, not only will it not feel itchy, but it will be a little refreshing. Hehe, that subtle feeling, you'll know when the time comes. ”

Su Ji squeezed out a wry smile.

At this moment, he found Bai Sleeve, who was meditating, silently eating something like an elixir, and couldn't help but ask Uncle Jingming:

"The white-sleeved one is Bigu Dan?"

Uncle Jingming glanced at it and said, "What is Bigu Dan, that's the mud pill he rubbed off his body......"

"Mud pills?" Su Ji suddenly rebelled, and instantly felt a feeling of fullness that he didn't want to eat anymore.

"Don't underestimate the mud pill, it's a good thing to keep cultivating. As the cultivation dissipates little by little, people will get hungrier and hungrier. The mud pills on the monk's body can not only replenish the weak aura, but also satisfy hunger. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Jingming also took out a mud pill, held it up in front of Su Ji, and boasted: "Poor Dao doesn't know how many years I haven't taken a bath." You see, this one of mine is so big, and it still shines in the light. If you don't cultivate, you'll be hungry soon. I'll give it to you as a greeting gift. ”

Su Ji endured it and didn't vomit, a drop of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and politely excused himself:

"Hmm...... How can I be embarrassed to accept such a valuable thing? Brother Jing should keep it for himself. ”

Uncle Jingming was not reluctant, and immediately put the mud pills into his dirty clothes, and exclaimed: "No merit is not a matter of success, you kid is really not simple." To be honest, I really can't give you such a good thing. ”

Su Ji looked at Uncle Jingming, but he was speechless. The speechless uncle in front of him, to put it mildly, he has adapted measures to local conditions, to put it mildly, he is like a domesticated domestic animal, he has been accustomed to surviving in a difficult environment.

What's even more ironic is that none of the people here are ordinary people.

Ordinary people are not qualified to suffer such sins, and before they entered the tower, they were all high-ranking people: nobles, elders, priests, meritorious men, and worldly masters......

But now their identities are long gone, and now there are no heroes here, only a pack of wolves without fangs, eagles without claws, and scorpions without hooks......

If you see someone talking about their past achievements, that person must have just come in. Most people are reluctant to look back on the past, because the glorious past is too cruel compared to the current situation, like a dream, and some even doubt whether they have really been brilliant.

This is a prison that erases all splendour.

There is no need for jailers here, because no one can get out.

Freedom is a myth, a miracle, a dream of luxury, and Su-Ji is the greedy dreamer.

Once, while Uncle Jingming was sleeping, Su Ji came to a corner and asked Fox in a low voice:

"Have you ever heard of the Linglong Tower?"

"I haven't heard of the Linglong Tower, the Seven Treasures Linglong Pagoda, I've heard my father say it. It was a treasure given to Li Jing, the Heavenly King of Tota, by the Lantern Daoist of Vulture Mountain. It is said that the ancestors of the Qingqiu fox spirit were originally suppressed inside, but later for unknown reasons, they were lost in the world, and no one knows its whereabouts. ”

"Could it be that this is the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda?"

Su Ji groaned in a low voice, and suddenly remembered that at the Double Ninth Festival Banquet, Hua Ruwolf had eaten a piece of Double Yang Cake for himself. The shape of that piece of chongyang cake is the Linglong Pagoda, except that the pagoda has nine floors, and here it is seven floors.

Fox said suddenly: "No matter what place this is, you must never trust the people here. ”

"Why?"

"Don't ask why? I can't say, I just feel like everyone here is not worth trusting. ”

Su Ji smiled and said, "Is that also you?"

"Hmph, whatever you think, I'm running out of time anyway. My cultivation is dissipating, and it won't be long before my soul ......is gone," Fox Xi's tone was filled with unprecedented desolation: "I still remember the first time we met, I told you that the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the string sound were felt from the heart. In fact, no matter how you play it, as long as you play it, the sad song is destined to never end in joy. ”

Su Ji's smile froze on his lips, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Is there anything I can do to save you?"

Fox hesitated for a moment and replied, "There is a way, but you won't help me......"

"When will you learn not to sell Guanzi?" Su Ji hurriedly said: "Now that the matter is over, I will help you to help myself, say it quickly!"

"I must take another man's body...... Will you help me kill your kind?"