Outside the gate of Huaishan Pai, on the secluded stone road, the brocade-clothed scribe walked slowly, he walked and stopped, occasionally stopping to watch the surrounding scenery, looking very leisurely.

Suddenly, a black mist appeared not far from the scribe's side without warning, and the mist dissipated, revealing a person dressed in black and covered with a black veil, who was Luo Mo. He came to the brocade-clothed scribe and arched his hand and said, "Master Hou, what are your orders for calling Luo Mo here?"

The brocade-clothed scribe nodded, and then asked, "Has there been any unusual movement near this Huaishan Sect recently?"

Luo Mo replied, "Ling Nanzi has gone out a lot less in the past year, and most of the time he has stayed in the sect to cultivate. Wan Qing had finished his retreat some time ago, and now it seemed that he was going to Chengjing to visit his father's grave. Some time ago, the eldest lady went out to travel, and it was quite thrilling in Tangyin Mountain, but now she has returned safely and is retreating at Dishui Cliff. ”

The brocade scribe nodded and said, "Good work." The spies from Chengjing came to report that the emperor of the Tang Kingdom had always held a grudge against Ling Nanzi, and he seemed to be a little ready to make a move recently. You have to pay more attention to the movements of Chengjing. When I met with Ling Nanzi this time, I felt that his mood was not stable, and I was afraid that something big would happen on this Huai Mountain. ”

Luo Mo opened his mouth and said, "Then do you want your subordinates to take the opportunity to take down the Great Wilderness Sutra?"

The brocade-clothed scribe waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Ling Nanzi is still unfathomable...... Even if I face him, I can't be sure of victory, and the matter of the Great Wilderness is not in a hurry. ”

Luo Mo hesitated and said: "The eldest lady has always rejected us, her past memories are incomplete, just fragments, and it seems that she still has some prejudices against Hou Ye......"

The brocade-clothed scribe sighed, nodded and said, "Let her go, now we have to deal with the demon clan first, and we also have to prepare the blood array on the deer platform, and then the gate of creation...... You're not in Chaoge, I'm missing an arm!"

After hearing this, Luo Mo hurriedly said: "Even if his subordinates are not there, it is enough to have the six generals of the Shadow Guard for the Hou Ye to send." ”

The brocade-clothed scribe shook his head and said with a smile, "They are still a step behind you...... I also want to advise you, Ling Nanzi is not an ordinary Jindan monk, although you have achieved great achievements, you should not have other ideas. With your current path, you are not his opponent yet, so you must not act rashly!"

Luo Mo was silent for a moment and then responded: "Yes!"

The brocade-clothed scribe smiled and said, "Go down and tell me if there is any situation." ”

Luo Mo bowed, flashed, turned into a cloud of black mist, and dispersed.

The brocade-clothed scribe continued to walk forward, this Huaishan path all the way, the ancient path of the deep mountains, the birds of the dense forest, but also had a special interest, the scribe seemed to enjoy it, and did not use his magic power to fly in the air, just walked forward step by step, and the figure gradually disappeared into the winding path.

Chengjing, deep in the heavenly prison, where the sun is not seen all year round, the air is filled with a putrid smell, and there are occasional intermittent moans in the dark depths of the distance, and the breath of despair is frozen around, and the depression is maddening.

In the deepest row of cells were four people, a scribe, a warrior, a woman, and a monk. These four people helped Wan Shanhe rebel and imprisoned the emperor three years ago, so they were also convicted of a serious crime after Wan Shanhe's death, and they were imprisoned in the depths of the prison and never seen the light of day again.

The Heavenly Prison was built with an ore from Moxi, which could absorb the surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy on its own, so the spiritual energy in the depths of this heavenly prison was extremely thin and could not be cultivated at all. These people have been locked up here all year round, and their bodies are extremely weak, not as good as an ordinary soldier outside. What awaits them is to slowly rot in this dark underground.

There was no concept of time in the darkness, and there was no way to know whether it was day or night outside, and the endless silence made people's minds go crazy, maybe they were already crazy.

In the almost eternal silence, a string of slight footsteps suddenly sounded. The footsteps were unhurried, moving from far to near at a constant frequency, until they reached a row of cells for the four men.

The only light in the dungeon was an oil lamp on the wall, a faintly flickering flame illuminating the outline of the dungeon. Through the faint light of the fire, a tall figure could be seen. It's just that this person seems to be deliberately standing in the shadows, so that people can't see his face clearly.

The martial artist locked in the cell sneered, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not time to eat yet, how can anyone come here." Could it be that the emperor is finally going to behead us?"

The scribe on the side frowned and whispered, "Second brother, don't talk nonsense!"

The man standing in the shadows stood there quietly, like a statue, and after a long silence, a deep voice sounded from the darkness: "The emperor has long forgotten you. To be precise, everyone out there has forgotten about you!"

The martial man snorted angrily and shouted loudly, "Where did you come from, could it be that you came to see our brothers' jokes?"

The man in the dark did not respond to Wu Fu's words, and after a while, he continued: "Four friends of Mangshan, you used to be a famous and well-known person in the Tang Kingdom, but now you are locked up in the depths of the underground and slowly rotten, are you willing?"

Na Wufu slapped the ground and yelled: "What if you are unwilling, can you still rush out?"

"Don't say it. The scribe on the side frowned and stopped the martial artist, then he looked at the man standing in the shadows and said, "This friend, what is your purpose, let's just say it, our brothers are in trouble here now, and we are not in the mood to play dumb riddles with you!"

The man in the shadows chuckled, and his deep voice remembered again: "I made a deal with you to let you out, but you will have to pay enough. ”

The woman in the palace costume on the side had been closing her eyes as if she was asleep before, but when she heard this person's words, she opened her eyes suddenly, opened her mouth and asked, "What price?"

The figure in the darkness suddenly took a step forward, revealing his whole figure in the light, a tall man, wearing a heavy cloak and a large hood over his head, hiding his whole face in the hood, and still unable to see his appearance.

"Listen to me when you go out!"

When the scribe and the others heard this, they looked puzzled, and they became vigilant.

The scribe frowned, and said vigilantly: "This prison is heavily guarded, how can you take us out? And what do you want us to do, our brother is not so stupid as to be used as cannon fodder for no reason!"

"Since I can enter this prison, I will naturally have a way to take you out. In the flickering lights, the man slowly raised his two slender hands, "As for my purpose, it's actually the same as you......" With a wave of his two hands, the big hood flipped back, revealing a handsome face.

The scribe and the other four were all shocked, and said, "It's you!" (To be continued.) )