Seeing that there were no ghosts in the open space, Ma Gui and others couldn't help but be stunned, while I was ecstatic - yes, yes, the little demon was born with the body of a unicorn, but as a demon, the ability to escape from the earth
She naturally also knows that when we encountered the evil mountain god during our escape, she went underground to track us down, and this time it was just a repeat of her old tricks.
The little demon had to escape. No matter whether he went to report to Chi Limei or escaped on his own, she and Duoduo would be fine. Then I finally felt relieved, calmly handed over my weapon, and was captured without a fight.
Seeing the little demon escaping, Ma Gui was naturally shocked and regretful. However, Mr. Xu didn't care. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go. Don't worry about it. If you come here today, you can control Mo Luo. It can be regarded as completing your goal."
, and it would be even more of a surprise for Lu Zuo to be our guest. As for the rest, there is no need to worry about it.
After saying that, Mr. Xu walked up to me and slapped my forehead lightly.
I immediately felt like vomiting, and then I felt dizzy and my eyelids were heavy. Seeing my sleepy expression, he lightly praised: "My child, you are really amazing. I
None of these disciples can match you, so we still need to take necessary precautions, so don’t mind..."
His voice was so gentle, as if an elder touched my head to encourage me, leaving me with no resistance. The world was constantly changing with the opening and closing of my eyelids, and there was a soft voice.
The voice kept telling me: "Go to sleep, kid, everything will be over when you wake up..." Then, I felt my body getting weaker and weaker, and my vision went dark, and I lost track of who was going on.
After that, I seemed to regain some consciousness, and I felt like I was being carried on someone's back, and then I was walking up and down the mountain.
The person carrying me was a man, covered in stinky sweat, and the smell of low-quality tobacco mixed with it filled my nose, making me dizzy, but unable to push it away. What was even more outrageous was that this man was mentally ill.
, walking bumpily, causing constant close friction between his buttocks and mine... Well, this indescribable nauseating feeling swallowed up the little consciousness I had.
Before I fell into darkness, the raging waves in my heart were roaring: "Dian'er, your sister!"
When I woke up from the coma again, I found that I was shackled, my hands and feet were made of iron, and there was a big lead ball hanging on the shackles. What frightened me even more was that I felt that my whole body
I was so weak that I couldn't gather any energy - the memories of that day in Sakulang Prison came to my mind little by little, and I knew that I had been fed the juice of the bone-eating grass and a large amount of creatine.
Decomposing it makes me unable to use my strength at all.
Turning my head, I looked around and found that I was in a masonry house. The room was divided into many compartments, separated by steel pipes as thick as a baby's arm. The windows in the house were high and small, spilling out
A little bit of sunshine brought a little more light into the dark room.
I was lying on a wooden bed. The whole room was filled with the smell of rot and mold. My throat was as dry as fire. I couldn't help shouting: "Water, water..."
I yelled for a long time, but no one paid attention to me, which allowed me to accumulate some strength. I reluctantly sat up straight, leaned my back against the wall and looked around. I found that there were many people locked up in the room, some were cursing in low voices, and some were
People are sleeping soundly, and some people are... uh, bang bang bang, picking up soap.
Seeing this, I could barely understand my situation. I must be detained here. As for my future situation, it probably depends on when Mr. Xu summons me.
After sitting for a while, I felt that the dryness in my throat was getting worse and worse, and I was almost dying of thirst. I couldn't help but stumble down to the ground, and groped around in this little room, except for a broken bowl with a gap in it.
, nothing else.
The discomfort of thirst made me a little manic. I hit the steel pipe with the shackles on my hands, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, which sounded very loud in the room. At this time, there was a squeaking sound from far away.
The door opened, and three guys with whips came in, shouting, "Wow, wow, wow, wow," I couldn't understand it. I saw that the cell was suddenly in chaos, with cries, roars, and shouts... endlessly.
.
I couldn't shout, so I kept knocking, hoping to attract the attention of others.
Sure enough, there were many people in this cell, but few of them had handcuffs and shackles like me. One of them, a middle-aged man with a big belly, came to me. I hurriedly stretched out my bowl and prayed: "Give me
Give me some water! Give me some..." Before I could finish my words, the man was holding a whip and started beating me all over my head and face through the iron fence.
I received several whiplashes on my hands, which were burning. The broken bowl fell outside the prison and broke into several pieces, so I hurriedly stepped back and left his attack range.
Seeing me dodge, the fat man scolded me again. Seeing that I didn't fight back, he was satisfied and slapped the iron fence a few times, then ran elsewhere to maintain order. I huddled in the corner, where I was slapped.
The pain was burning, the language was blocked, and I felt very depressed. But at this moment, a faint voice came from the side: "There is an old saying in China, which is called 'The king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with.' When you are under the eaves, you are still
It’s better to be low-key.”
I heard the voice was old and somewhat familiar, so I turned my head and looked towards the next door. I saw on the dark ground, also sitting an old and decrepit monk, but it was the walking monk who fought against Mara that day.
Master Datu.
I saw him being subdued by Mr. Xu last time, but I didn't expect that he was not dead and was brought back.
Perhaps it was because of our sympathy for each other. Facing this old thief who I usually wanted to kill quickly, I suddenly thought of communicating, so I asked: "Master Datu, I didn't expect that you were also arrested.
?" This old guy is also a person who cares about face. When he heard me asking this, he snorted coldly and said: "If I hadn't been entangled by that Mo Luo, how could I have succeeded to that bastard Xu Yingzhi?"
In the dim light, I saw that the old monk was really dozens of years older. I asked him what was going on?
Having said this, Master Datu sighed and said: "After the Battle of Shenshan Mountain, this old guy Xu Yingzhi left the limelight and remained anonymous for so many years. Unexpectedly, he actually practiced the true meaning of Immortal Zen and put aside his hostile stance.
To be honest, he is really a genius!"
I asked what the Immortal Zen was. Datu knew that he was bound to die, so he didn't argue with me. He explained in detail, saying that everyone in the world wants to live forever, but how many people in ancient and modern times can achieve it? People in ancient times all wanted to become Buddhas and immortals, transcend the ordinary and become saints. Through practice,
, the method of enlightenment is to let go of this physical body and detach yourself from things. However, it is ultimately elusive and it is difficult to have a concrete method.
However, it is rare, but not unheard of. When Tripitaka returned to the Tang Dynasty, he lost a secret book called "Prophecy" when he was traveling north. It recorded several techniques, the most profound of which was the Immortal Zen. Prophecy flows to Siam.
Logic, the royal family of all dynasties had a habit, but it was ineffective. Later, Xu Yingzhi came from the north and got a broken copy by chance, so he became famous. After the battle on the sacred mountain, he was nowhere to be seen, and now he has reached the end of his career.
Years ago, everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect that he would come back to the world and be able to absorb the life force of others through his palms. It seems that this method has been practiced to a great extent.
Everyone in the world has their own methods of cultivating immortality. Not to mention refining golden elixirs and transforming into immortals. I have seen it with my own eyes, such as Tao Jinhongkan who broke the death barrier and became an earthly immortal, Chi Limei's Chongchi who nourished him and returned to a young man, and Luo Shi.
After eight lifetimes of reincarnation, it is not strange for Mr. Xu to practice the Zen of Immortality and suck the life force of others.
I asked Master Datu whether there is still a glimmer of hope after being stuck here.
He leaned against the wall, tilted his head back, sighed for a long time, and murmured: "I will definitely die, but as for you, I don't know." I asked where his little friend was, Qi.
Why haven’t I seen any of those heroes in Nuka?
When talking about this, Datu couldn't help but sigh. I stared at him, but he was honest. After hesitating for a while, he finally told the reason: "It's all my fault. I was too greedy. I came here alone, thinking that I could capture something.
Mo Luo, when the time comes, I will live in seclusion in the mountains and refine for a few years. When I am born again, it will be a shocking day. I never thought that I would fall into the enemy's trap and attract Mr. Xu..."
My heart skipped a beat. Well, there are no reinforcements this time. What should I do?
I asked Datu, "Master, what is so good about Mara and why do you all want to rob it?" He did not answer the question directly, but asked me, "Lu Zuo, you are very powerful, better than anyone I have ever seen."
Young people, everyone is awesome, but have you ever thought about what makes you awesome?
Datu and I don't have many friends, and we had many feuds before, so I don't know much. I just shook my head and he said: "The little fairy who appeared next to you today, look at the jade all over her body, she must be a jade spirit.
I also heard that you have an auspicious ghost and a terrifying poison, which are all part of your strength. Although Mara has also experienced reincarnation, it is a demon that can be the enemy of Buddha.
The head is good at controlling floods, flames, thunder and lightning, and controlling people's hearts and desires. It is the representative of all evil. It grows rapidly and can become a noble existence respected by everyone. If it is surrendered when it is young,
So from now on, who will dare to compete with its controller?"
Everything comes from the desire for power, but I still have questions. Since Mara can be the enemy of Siddhartha, who has not become a Buddha, how can you be sure that you can control it?
Master Datu smiled bitterly and said that there is no hope of immortality, but there are so many people in the world who pursue eternal life?
I finally understood that this thing is like selling lottery tickets. There is only one winner, but everyone insists that that person is themselves. I chatted with Master Datu for a long time, and then the door of the cell opened again. Well, the cell leader led a man and walked straight to me and told me that Mr. Xu wanted to see me.