Chapter 47: Seeds in the Heart, Moving to the Prison Building
I raised my eyelids and saw Zhong Shuiyue standing in the cell two meters away, with a spring look on his face and affectionate eyes looking towards me. His red lips were lightly opened, forming a sexy shape, which was very charming.
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Seeing me looking over, Zhong Shuiyue pretended to be pitiful and continued to plead softly: "Brother Lu Zuo, we are both from the end of the world. Why should we know each other before we meet? We have always been masked, but there have been many misunderstandings before. Here
Sister, I want to apologize to you, but please don’t offend your friendship. Look inside this cell. It’s stinky and smelly. It’s really not a place for humans. And the mosquitoes are so ferocious that they won’t be able to stop tonight.
, please, for the sake of being Chinese, can you light a mosquito coil for us?"
I ignored Zhong Shuiyue who was posing and looked at Guo Jiabin next to me. He was very wilted. He lowered his head and said nothing. He just swatted mosquitoes and scratched his skin from time to time. He was obviously very interested in Zhong Shuiyue's sales.
It's a tacit attitude.
Before I could speak, a man covered in pustules diagonally to their side spoke: "Friend, we rough men can barely bear the poisonous mosquitoes in Myanmar, but the delicate little lady can't bear it."
, you know that sissy just now, don’t worry, just give her one?"
This person spoke in Yunnan dialect, but I could probably understand it. I smiled, ignored him, calmed down, and started to write the first chapter of the Twelve Dharma Gates that I had tampered with beyond recognition. To say this,
Writing words is really a troublesome task, and it requires full concentration. Unexpectedly, I just started writing a line of words, and Zhong Shuiyue saw that I was not paying attention to her at all, and she couldn't help but feel so angry that smoke was rising from the top of her head.
He also didn't care about his image and started yelling curses.
This woman's curse words were very vulgar, not as refreshing as the tiger cat, nor did she beat around the bush. At that moment, there was a loud and unsightly curse, so I didn't care after hearing it, and just continued to write my essay.
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Evil people need to be punished by evil people. Zhong Shuiyue's scolding attracted the napping prison boss. The big belly was also a vulgar person. He believed in the truth coming from the fist and had no sympathy for the beauty. He immediately raised his whip.
He was slapped all over his head and face, and he yelled loudly while being slapped. Zhong Shuiyue was so frightened that he shrank into Guo Jiabin's arms. He was so aggrieved that he called her husband "I'm afraid of him." He was like a little sheep, without the aggressive demeanor before.
I saw a lot of people like this who were two-faced in front of others and lost power in front of others. I ignored them and copied and revised them until the candle was about to burn out. Finally, I came up with more than a thousand words. I was exhausted both mentally and physically and read through it.
Fan, it feels a bit like the Twelve Methods. Some well-known theories have not changed at all, but as for the secret methods, they are completely different, ambiguous, and simply nonsense.
I was secretly proud of myself, and immediately I blew out the candles, then sat against the wall, my body habitually showing the tendency of meditating.
I subconsciously raised Qi from my Dantian to move around the heavens, and something surprising happened. I was originally limited in my cultivation, and suddenly I felt a seed sprouting. The power of life broke free from all the constraints.
A verse comes to mind: "Wuji creates Tai Chi. When Tai Chi moves, it produces Yang. When it moves, it becomes still. When it moves, it produces Yin. When it stays still, it moves again. One movement and one stillness are the root of each other. They divide Yin and Yang, and the two instruments stand together.
Yan. Yang changes into yin and combines to produce water, fire, wood, metal, and earth. The five elements are in harmony, and the four seasons are in Yan. The five elements are one yin and yang, yin and yang are one Tai Chi, and Tai Chi is inherently infinite. The two qi interact and transform into all things.
All things are born and change endlessly.”
As soon as such profound meaning entered my heart, the energy seemed to come out of nothing, nourishing my exhausted body bit by bit. My sore and weak body seemed to be soaked in the warm hot spring water, and all the suffering around me disappeared.
, I feel that my soul has been floating upwards, and there is a wonderful feeling that makes people deeply immersed in it. I am full of joy and want to sing loudly.
Integrate, connect, gather, guide...
Almost instantly, I finally understood why I could still have Qi flowing through my meridians after taking Bone Erosion Grass - this desperate herb can seal only the human body's Qi sea and meridians, and
In my lower abdomen, there are two magical powers that do not belong to me.
One is from the remains of the Wuxian clan in the bronze coffins in Nushan Canyon; the other is directly from the corpse elixir that has been collected for thousands of years from the flying corpses in Qingshan Realm. Both of them have the atmosphere of ancient times, and they are not just eclipsed.
The bone grass can suppress it, and after I use this correct method to guide it, it can merge and release my meridians that are blocked by the bone erosion grass.
Although this process will be a bit long, I don't care, because with hope, the world will definitely be bright.
With this belief, it was dawn as soon as I sat down. When the morning sun shone down from the high and narrow window, in order to avoid others being suspicious, I still lay down on the bed sent by the cell head.
On top of the new quilt, I took a nap.
The claustrophobic cell was actually quite boring, which is why so many things that distorted human nature happened. However, it was rare for me to have time to relax like this. I lay on the bed and carefully thought about the Twelve Dharma Doors and the two orthodox witchcraft canon.
I always feel that every time I recite the sutra silently, I will have new insights in it. Combining my encounters and insights over the past few years, as well as my life and death experiences during the war, I have become more and more devoted to the many methods and means, and I can’t wait to go out and try them right away.
one time.
He was worried, so he didn't realize how slow time was. Unknowingly, it was noon. After lunch, a group of soldiers and black-robed practitioners suddenly came to the door. They walked straight to the innermost part of the cell. Xu Ming stood out from the dark crowd.
More and more people came out in the middle and asked me if I had finished writing it.
I handed him the two pages of paper written on the table and said that there were almost more than 200,000 words in this thing. I couldn't figure it out for a while, so I had to write it bit by bit. This is the first volume.
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Seeing my cooperation, Xu Ming nodded and took it, but he didn't look at it. Instead, he folded the paper and put it in a leather bag to seal it.
After carefully putting it away, Xu Ming told me that the conditions in this place are really bad, and I will change it to another place for you today.
Although I am not afraid of mosquitoes, the lifeless musty smell inside is really unbearable, so I just nodded and said nothing more. Those who left the cell with me were Master Datu, and
Zhong Shuiyue and Guo Jiabin were a pair of mandarin ducks. As the prisoners inside cursed loudly, we left the cell and walked along the mountain road to the open space to the west.
I was still shackled, but this guy Xu Ming was also impressive. He had always carried the heavy shot put for me with ease.
After walking for about ten minutes, escorted by a large number of escorts, we finally arrived at the open area to the west.
There is a three-story building with a unique shape. The reason why it is unique is that there are pagodas guarding it all around. There are wind chimes hanging from red ropes on the eaves, and the surrounding exterior walls are painted with strange blood patterns.
The ground was paved with cobblestones in strange shapes. From a distance, it looked like there was a heavy aura shielding it. It was obviously carefully arranged to prevent us from causing trouble in ordinary cells.
This place is only more than a minute away from the bamboo house where Mr. Xu lives. With Mr. Xu's speed, he can reach it almost instantly.
This situation makes my heart heavy. Is the hope that I have worked so hard to plant shattered again?
Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel sad, but I didn't show it on my face. Instead, I praised Xu Ming without saying anything: "It's nice here, with beautiful scenery and fresh air. Compared with a prison cell, it's a hell or a paradise."
"Seeing what I said, Xu Ming felt relieved and replied casually: "I didn't clean it up before, so I felt a little neglectful of you. I rushed it out all night yesterday. I also hope that you can calm down and not be noticed by others.
Disturbance."
While we were talking, we had already reached the door of the building. The door was an iron door, and it needed the power of the guide rails to open it. When I walked in, I turned around and saw a female figure in the distance, being helped by someone.
As I walked towards the mountain, I always felt that it looked familiar. I was waiting to take another look to distinguish it clearly, but Xu Ming pulled me away and said to take me in to have a look.
I followed him in, and when I turned around, he was gone.
The circuits in the house are smooth, and there are four or five rooms with closed iron doors on the brightly lit first floor. There is a long table in the middle hall, and there are armed men on guard next to it. My room is on the second floor, and there are things in it.
There wasn't much. There was a bed, a table and a chair, and there were papers and pens on the table. These were all prepared. Because I needed to write for a long time, the shackles on my body were all taken off.
I feel that there is a very spooky atmosphere in this house, and I know there is something fishy in it, otherwise it would not be so relaxed.
Master Datu lives on the second floor, while Zhong Shuiyue and Guo Jiabin live on the third floor. It is still simple and shabby, but it is much better than the prison cell. I know this is because we are all attracted to each other.
Value, that's why I get such treatment. However, living under Mr. Xu's nose is still a bit uncomfortable for me.
Xu Ming told me that I could write in my room with peace of mind. If I felt tired, I could go for a walk on the first floor, but it was best not to go out.
I said yes, and he went to find Master Datu to explain, and then went up to the third floor.
Although I didn't notice anything, I always felt that I was being watched, so I didn't dare to be presumptuous. I hunkered down at the desk and pretended for a while, then drank some water and lay on the bed to rest. After taking bone-eating grass, I was already prone to drowsiness.
, so even if there is a monitor, I am not afraid of exposing my secret.
I was really sleepy. As soon as I closed my eyes, I became confused again. During this time, there seemed to be several knocks on the door, but I ignored them.
When the moon was at its zenith, I suddenly woke up and walked out of the room by accident. I saw Master Datu with a shabby face in the hall. He saw me and pointed to the top. I understood.
Step by step, she walked upstairs. At the entrance of the corridor, she saw a person standing in the darkness, it was Zhong Shuiyue, and Little Mo Luo, who was supposed to disappear without a trace, actually appeared in her arms again, squinting his eyes.