"You look very similar to the bald donkey in the painting." The one-horned demon ghost opened the scroll in his hand and hung it in front of Juefa.
Juefa didn't need to stretch his neck, he had already seen the appearance on the scroll.
As for what they have in common, they all have noses, eyes, a bright bald head, and cassocks of no apparent color.
The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in his heart.
If he opens his mouth, he is afraid that he will offend.
Are the two sticks of this one-horned ghost used for drinking water?
Apart from the fact that they are both monks, they are not even remotely similar.
Not to mention that he is full of ghost aura, which wraps up his own human aura in a watertight manner. Even ordinary foundation builders may not be able to see through this obstacle.
The kid in front of me doesn't have that kind of strength and vision.
The unicorn demon's round eyes rolled around, he closed the scroll in his hand, and said loudly without thinking: "I suspect that this guy is related to the thief Tutu who caused a havoc in the Hugushan ghost market."
As soon as he said this, the little demons guarding the gate of the mountain city immediately gathered around him.
Some were holding long halberds, while others were holding broken knives.
There are even weapons that monsters simply use their own limbs to transform into weapons.
Juefa didn't show the slightest panic and looked at the one-horned monster with a calm expression.
The piercing eyes made the unicorn demon feel a little uncomfortable and sternly said: "Come on!"
"Get it for me!"
The little demon with weapons on his left and right took a step forward.
Standing next to Juefa, the shackles in his hands were about to be put on.
Crash, the sound of chains clashing sounded in my ears.
Tu Shanjun, who was in the banner, looked over and sent a message to the monk: "Watch the Dharma and raise the soul-honoring banner, and I will help you kill all those who stand in your way."
Listening to Tu Shanjun's words, the monk, who had restrained his hands, said calmly: "Amitabha, this young monk doesn't think anything of it. Since it was us who did it, we should definitely suffer this disaster."
"There is no way to avoid disaster, so we must deal with it."
Tu Shanjun was silent for a while, and then he laughed.
It's just that the laughter is a little more hoarse and reminiscing.
It sounds extremely weird.
I don’t know if the monk heard the hidden meaning of this laughter. In short, Tushanjun said nothing more, and neither did the monk.
While the two of them were talking, the shackles were already fastened around Juefa's neck.
I don’t know what happened to the wooden shackles, and they look very shabby.
The chain that made the noise on it was also covered with a lot of rust, and the rusty places seemed to break if you pulled it casually.
"Take it down."
With an order.
No matter what the posture was, he finally entered the city.
The mountain city is not as big as the monk imagined. Many places were built irregularly, and some planning can still be seen in its rudimentary form.
Most of the later buildings were crowded together.
Dirty, messy, and devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
A miasma of demonic energy enveloped the mountain city. The whispers of demons and ghosts and the mutterings of ghosts and monsters made the city look like a demon cave.
No, this is indeed a devil's cave.
Even Hugushanfang City is cleaner and tidier than here.
Walking through the long alley with twists and turns is like walking through a maze.
The long-eared little demon following the monk looked around, and then said with a little complaint: "General, maybe you caught the wrong one again, this is the fifth one this month, and the little ones don't dare to send it to the tiger.
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"Last time I sent it over, the tiger got very angry."
"That's because I ran fast, so I only chipped two teeth."
The long-eared demon grinned, leaving only empty spaces between its two front teeth, giving it a funny look.
The little demon general, who was obviously strong and wearing half a robe, quickly made a gesture of silence: "Hush, since the general said he is, we will arrest him."
"Don't worry about the rest."
"Throw it into the jail without bothering the tiger. If the tiger gets annoyed, be careful to get you drunk."
Although I had known this for a long time, hearing it from the two little demons gave me a different feeling.
I just thought that humans would kill good people and take credit, but it turns out that monsters do the same.
Because of the Demon Transformation Pill, many people have turned into monsters.
And some monsters who have advanced in cultivation will transform into humans. The boundary between humans and monsters is no longer a gap.
The more monsters and ghosts there are, the more people will die.
Tu Shanjun couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Amitabha."
Jue Faxu clasped his hands together and declared the Buddha's name in his heart: "Senior, why are you laughing?"
"I've been fighting chivalry with you for two or three months, and I actually got into it a little bit, so I laughed."
"This is because senior is a good person, so he feels happy doing good things."
"Haha, don't make me laugh."
"What kind of magical weapon do you think the Soul Reverend Banner is?"
"Do you think they all joined the flag voluntarily, or are these people just villains, not a single good person?"
"Without my subjective will, the Soul Flag will not absorb the ghost souls at all. Now, the Soul Flag has more than two thousand ghost souls, and there will be more in the future..."
"Amitabha, senior, the Buddha said: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."
"Can I live forever?"
"Monk, let me ask you, there are millions of demons in the world, but is it true that none of them has become an immortal?"
The awareness of Dharma is silent and relative.
The monk stopped talking, and Tushanjun didn't ask any further questions.
It's just that I have some feelings when I see a mixture of humans and demons.
I should have laughed it off, but because of the monk's question, Tushanjun answered it in two sentences.
Perhaps, when he first lived in that remote village, he was indeed a harmless and good person.
After his death, his mentality changed a lot.
Now more than twenty years have passed.
He is already a master of the golden elixir, and has more than two thousand souls within his banner.
After going through so much, he can be considered a mentally tough person without a drastic change in his temperament. He is not a god or a Buddha, so how could he not have changed at all.
A few moments.
The little demon escorting Juefa stopped.
They passed through the long corridor and arrived at the door of the prison.
Strong wooden piles were driven into the ground, and the earth and rocks accumulated to form a high wall covered with moss.
He untied the shackles around Juefa's neck, but did not open the shackles. He stepped forward and said, "Brother Lang, please reach out and put this man in jail."
The gatekeeper, the old wolf, looked up and down, looking worried, "It's already crowded enough, why do we still need to stuff people in?"
The half-clothed monster curled his lips: "Hey, it's not General Xi who gave the order. If you have any complaints, old wolf, you can ask General Xi."
The wolf demon in a short shirt smiled and waved his hands: "I don't dare, that's the tiger's brother-in-law."
"I don't know how the rhinoceros spirit gave birth to such a beautiful fairy."
"If I had a girl like this, I would send her to be the wife of a tiger. She would be a great future person. She would be in charge of hundreds of young people. That would be really majestic."
"Don't think about it, old wolf. Even if you, the ugly monster, have a girl, she must look the same."
"Hey, you can't say that..."
After chatting for a while, it was time to think of something serious. The wolf demon called a few more monsters guarding the cell: "Throw him in."
"Boss Wolf, which cell has this monster got into?"
"The empty one."
He raised his head and glanced at the clock. It should be an hour, and he hurriedly ordered: "Hurry and send the food. If one of those treasures in the prison dies, I am reasonable, but the tiger is not, and he will definitely twist off your heads and serve it."
liquor."
"Hey, Mr. Wolf, brothers, don't dare to delay this important matter." The pangolin walked into the kitchen along the passage on one side with its short legs.
Since someone has rushed him, the toad spirit beside him is responsible for escorting him.
As soon as I entered the cell, the light dimmed visibly.
The oil lamp pinned to the beam glowed dimly.
After all, it was Xu time, and there was no big opening in the cell to let in light, so we had to rely on oil lamps.
However, the temperature inside the cell is several degrees higher than that outside. It is the end of winter outside, so the temperature in the cell has already reached the spring and autumn season.
The monk pondered.
You can't achieve such an effect just by relying on a few lamps, or you have to have many stoves, or even more powerful, you have to arrange a formation.
But there's no benefit in doing this in a prison cell.
After a while, we arrived at the vacant cell.
There was no spirit living with him, but the cell was indeed crowded as the wolf monster said.
First of all, it is small and there is not much space.
The corners of the earth and stone walls were filled with moisture, and the gray walls were covered with moldy plaque.
The door with wooden stakes nailed down doesn't look strong either.
In other words, the shackles on the hands and feet have a certain suppressive power on magic power, but they are also very weak on the awareness of magic power.
He felt that he could break free with just a little effort.
I don't know what kind of mentality I'm in, but the fairies and ghosts who were imprisoned all live in single rooms.
There was nothing else but a bed made of simple haystacks.
…
Juefa's ears twitched and he said solemnly: "The cry of a child?"
He released his spiritual consciousness and crossed a wall.
The wall was not thick, and there was not much space inside, but the sight he saw made Juefa look solemn.
There were more than a dozen children imprisoned in the small cell, the oldest was probably only seven or eight years old, and there were both boys and girls.
Two adults were arranged to take care of it.
Tu Shanjun also put his spiritual consciousness over to take a look, and immediately understood the situation.
No wonder the temperature is so high. It turns out there are children in the prison.
Along the way, he and Juefa met many people who had lost their children, and some had their children taken away by force.
The last time he helped the Snow Ghost, he also killed the man who had taken the Demon Transformation Pill. The man said that the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain was fond of eating children, so he handed over all the children he plundered.
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"Be careful, this batch will be sent away in the spring." The wolf demon stood in front of the cell door with his hands behind his back. As he walked back and forth, his green eyes rolled around the children, and finally fell on the two adults who were looking after the children.
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"Don't let me see the dead one."
The two people's faces were pale, their legs were trembling, and their teeth were chattering.
He met the wolf demon's gaze and said hurriedly.
If they are useless they will be eaten by monsters.
Many people have died before, but they didn't want to die, so they could only help.
After watching and eating the food, the wolf demon left.
There was no way, winter was not suitable for transportation, and they might freeze to death on the way, so it would be useless to send them to Daheishan. So they kept them in the prison, and specially prepared stoves and adults to look after the children.
Juefa's face turned livid, he clenched the white bone Buddha beads in his hands, and stood up.
"Amitabha, the Bodhisattva has compassion, but also has the angry eyes of Vajra."