Leng Yanji was panicked and almost wanted to leave Qingshui County. But at this time, Shen Lang, who didn't know that he could become the master and wanted to take revenge on Leng Yanji, was still lying on the grass in a daze.
Dream big.
In fact, even if Shen Lang knew about this, it would be of no use. It was the demon bones that swallowed up the demon blood. And Shen Lang's current cultivation level is still too weak, and he simply cannot master the power of the demon bones. Naturally,
Therefore, it is impossible to use the enslavement mark of the demon blood to control Leng Yanji.
The night was dark, and Shen Lang was still immersed in a dream and unable to wake up.
The Great Way is only for me, no matter whether it is Taoism or Buddha, I have one mind as my foundation and I am free to do so.
The sky is vast, the earth is vast, and the rest is indistinct, so it is natural to obtain the Dharma.
"The great road is only for me, and I am free and self-sufficient. With the remaining insignificance, it is natural to obtain the Dharma." Shen Lang's mind wavered: "But isn't the most important thing in cultivation to imitate heaven and earth?"
I still remember that the first sentence Shen Lang heard after he first entered the world of cultivation was: "Humans follow the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature."
The so-called practice is the Tao. The orderly Tao between heaven, earth and nature. Humanity imitates heaven and earth, and imitates nature. This is the method of cultivation, borrowing power from heaven and earth, imitating heaven and earth, and walking the way for heaven.
But the method Shen Lang heard this time actually said that the great way is only for me? To use my small body to seize the fortune of heaven and earth?
"Is this the difference between a Taoist sect and a demonic cultivator?" Shen Lang thought silently, "The Taoist sect is self-centered and takes over the creation of heaven and earth. It can be said to go against heaven. No wonder it is called a demonic cultivator... But, I like it.
"
It is very strange that Shen Lang, who has been practicing Taoist skills and even practiced Immortal Techniques, has no objection to the Demonic skills.
In fact, this may seem strange, but it is not surprising. Shen Lang had a hard life. In order to survive since he was very young, Shen Lang fought against the sky, the earth, people, and beasts.
Imitate heaven and earth?
I'm afraid that even if heaven and earth want to destroy him, Shen Lang will just laugh and pull out his knife to poke a hole in the sky.
"Just being at ease with oneself? It doesn't seem to be considered evil, right? Why has the conflict between the righteous monks and the demon sect always been irreconcilable for thousands of years?" Thinking about how vicious and evil the demon sect's techniques passed down by the righteous monks over the years are,
Shen Lang couldn't help but have many doubts in his heart.
"Or is it that this general outline of magic skills is also incomplete? What follows is very cruel? Very evil? Does the method of devouring mortal souls count as part of the magic practice?"
"Perhaps there is a big difference between demon cultivators and evil cultivators?"
Frowning slightly, Shen Lang stopped thinking about these issues after a very short period of time.
Because, no matter whether the magic skills are good or evil, he will not practice them.
Nowadays, the righteous path is flourishing, and the demon sect basically dares not to show its head. If you practice demonic skills and have a demonic aura, why don't you get hacked everywhere?
Be at ease with yourself? In today's world, of course, only by becoming a big shot in the righteous path can you feel more at ease, and only then can you have the right and qualification to consider yourself.
...
While Shen Lang was still dreaming, under the moonlit night, two True Spirit Realm monks were walking slowly...
Suddenly, a man with a scar on his face staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Hey! Who the hell tripped me!" The scarred man looked down and saw Shen Lang's leg sticking out from the grass. "Unlucky, it turned out to be a corpse."
"It doesn't seem to be a corpse. He is still breathing." Another monk in black pushed aside the grass and frowned: "The breath is so even and steady, he is obviously not a mortal, he should be a righteous monk."
"Righteous monk?" The scarred man looked ferocious and pulled out a machete without any explanation: "Just chop it up and feed it to the wild dogs."
However, before the man with scar could arrive, the monk in black had already stopped him: "Scar, calm down!"
"Hong Laosan! Why do you want me to calm down? The righteous monks gathered in Lingyin Town, probably to attack our village. This guy appeared near our Black Wind Village. He might be a spy. You want me not to kill him?"
"Brother Scar snorted.
"You also said that he might be a spy. If you kidnap him back, you might be able to get some useful clues," Hong San said.
"It seems to make sense." Scar reluctantly put down the knife, "But didn't Brother just capture a female monk last night? And that woman has the cultivation level of the fifth level of true spirit.
, I guess her background is not small, even if she is interrogated, she should be interrogated."
"Brother said that Lord Soul Eater has taken a liking to that girl. After he masters his magic skills, he will eat meat and enjoy it..." Hong San shook his head and said: "Who dares to touch her now? Interrogate? Beat her or cripple her.
Or if her little face is scratched and Lord Soul Eater is unhappy, who in our village can take the responsibility?"
Thinking of Master Soul Eater's sinister methods, Brother Scar suddenly shuddered, "Yes, you are right! If you want to interrogate this kid, you can only interrogate him. No one will care about him even if he is killed. Let's tie him back first."
"
Not long after, the two men had brought Shen Lang, who was tied up, to Heifeng Village and threw him casually into the dark dungeon.
"Hey, he still has the Qiankun bag on him. I wonder if he has anything good." Brother Scar took off Shen Lang's Qiankun bag.
"What good things can come from a Qi refining realm?" Hong San didn't take it seriously.
"Then you go and interrogate him. I'll see if there is any treasure in his bag." Brother Scar took the Qiankun bag and left.
"What the hell, what a beautiful idea you have! Let's watch it together!" Hong San was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he was too lazy to wake up Shen Lang and interrogate him first...
...
thump!
In the dungeon, Shen Lang fell heavily to the ground, but his head seemed to hit something soft. Everything in the dream suddenly dissipated. He slowly opened his eyes, but suddenly he saw an exquisite and beautiful picture that made people laugh.
Although he liked it, it made Shen Lang secretly hate him. At the same time, it made him restrained and did not dare to deal with this acquaintance casually!
"Ah! It's you! Xia Qianjie!" Shen Lang exclaimed, then looked at the rope on his body and the dark environment around him, feeling many bad feelings in his heart.
"In this case, when I was unconscious, I happened to be picked up by Xia Qianjie and locked up by her?"
"Damn! This must be true! God, can you please let me calm down for a while and take a breather!" Shen Lang cursed God in his heart, and cursed Xia Qianjie in his mouth: "Xia Xiaoniu!
Why are you arresting me! You want to murder your husband! Where are you? You brought me to the Xia family? Where is Mr. Xia? I want to see your father!"
"Shut up, stop yelling!" Xia Qianjie looked at Shen Lang's hateful face so close at hand.
Get off me!"
"Uh!" Shen Lang was startled, and then he realized that Xia Qianjie was tied up with a jet-black chain, half-sitting on the ground unable to move. And he, who was also tied up, happened to rest his head on Xia Qianjie's thigh.
"No wonder I was thrown down just now. My whole body hurts, except my head."
But what Shen Lang doesn't understand is, shouldn't Xia Qianjie be in Qingyun Sect? Why was she arrested? Where is this place?