Did City Lord Xia really not know what happened to Xia Chen? He just didn't care. He even felt secretly relieved. Who knew Xia Chen's father had always suppressed him?
However, Xia Chen is his disciple after all, and if the trouble is too embarrassing, he won't be able to live with it.
Previously, I wanted to ask Xia Chen and Feng Qingyuan to live together and contribute to the alliance between Xia Cheng and the Qingwu Sect. Unfortunately, Xia Chen is a fool and messed up the matter. It is time to treat him properly.
City Lord Xia took action to send a chill into the dark room, and went off to preside over the grand trial with satisfaction.
There was no ventilation on all sides in the dark room, and there was no light at all, but there was the sound of dripping water, which disturbed the disciples who were locked inside and could not concentrate on their cultivation, and were left to endure loneliness and depression alone.
It was common for Xia Chen to enter a dark room, and he could fall asleep in total darkness when he lay down.
But even though he was in a dark room, he had already planned his escape in his heart.
If his previous running away was an impulse caused by anger, then now, he really wants to leave forever.
He knew that after every big test, City Lord Xia would concentrate on discussing Taoism with a few fellow Taoists, ignoring the outside world. As long as he waited until then, he would have a chance to leave permanently.
Xia Chen took a look at the invisibility charm he bought at a large price in the storage ring. He felt calmer than ever before. Sure enough, it was useful to prepare these in advance.
He lay down and waited for the test to end.
But it was getting colder and colder in the dark room, and his skin began to stiffen.
"This old man, how do you want to tease me?" Xia Chen sat up and circulated his Qi to dispel the cold.
Ice gradually formed in the dark room, and his meager energy could not withstand the coldness.
"It doesn't matter, just survive these seven days." Generally, when City Lord Xia did not specify how long he would be imprisoned, the guards of the Black Room would let him out once the seven days were over, because seven days was the minimum punishment period of the Black Room. If he did not do anything, he would be released.
Special instructions will always be based on this deadline.
There were restrictions in the dark room, so he couldn't take out the contents of the storage ring, so he had to rely on himself to survive the cold.
Xia Chen stretched his body and tried hard to get himself into meditation, but the cold still froze his meridians and covered his body with frost.
One day, two days, three days and four days, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He fell off the futon and crawled to the door with his numb legs. But when he raised his hand, he photographed the frozen door, making no sound.
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His skin had turned pale, and he gradually could no longer feel his own body. He could only protect the air in his heart, trying his best to prevent himself from falling asleep.
For five or six days, he almost became an iceman, with breath coming out and breath not coming in.
Strong hope arose in his drowsiness, and he shook his eyelids, trying his best to open his frozen eyes.
Outside, the sun was high in the sky, and the afternoon heat made the caretaker roll up his sleeves. He took a sip of ice-cold tea, stood up, and opened the dark room.
"Senior Brother Liao Zhi!" Zha Zhong came into the yard and shouted, "What is Senior Brother Liao Zhi doing on such a hot day?"
Liao Zhi was the registered disciple of City Lord Xia. He had extraordinary cultivation and was not very important. He only got the job of guarding the black room.
Generally, the disciples who enter the dark room are those who are building the foundation and under the foundation. He does not need to spend too much thought, just open the door and close the door.
This also made him very depressed, so idle that he almost became useless.
However, when he heard that Zha Zhong, his direct disciple, called him Senior Brother Liao Zhi, he was extremely helpful. He immediately showed his elders' demeanor and was not in a hurry to open the door. "Why is Junior Brother Zha Zhong here? I was just about to go
How about releasing Xia Chen?"
"Oh, Xia Chen wants to sever the relationship with his master, and is so rebellious that only seven days is enough?"
"Master Jihui didn't say how many days he will be detained. Then according to the usual practice, seven days will be enough, right?"
Zha Zhong shook his head, "Senior brother Liao Zhi, it's not that junior brother is too talkative. It makes sense that you are not valued by the master and have not been accepted as a true disciple by the master until now."
Liao Zhi felt cold and said, "Please give me some advice from Junior Brother Zha Zhong."
"It's up to you to figure it out for yourself. I have something else to do and I'll leave first."
"Hey, you" Liao Zhi looked at his back, unable to move any further, "what does he mean, saying that I can't figure out Master Ji Hui's thoughts and can't cater to his wishes?"
He glanced at the dark room a few more times, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and went back to the duty room to drink herbal tea. He was surrounded by trash that was even less valued than he was. He would be locked up for a few more days.
It was getting dark, and the dark room was covered with ice. Xia Chen's only movable eye had lost its luster and was about to turn into ice beads.
At this moment, he didn't even feel hopeless anymore, let alone his resentment towards Xia Jihui.
Forget it, I will return this meager cultivation to you. I will give you seventeen years of grace in exchange for one life, and I will owe you no more debts from now on.
The light in Xia Chen's eyes completely dissipated, and his consciousness fell into darkness.
Zhan Changfeng held the tea cup, and the scene in the cup was shaken away. But when her eyes penetrated the space and looked at the city lord's palace, she met a pair of compassionate eyes.
A monk wearing sea blue robes and holding a Buddhist string stood at the door of the city lord's palace, clasped his hands, bowed in her direction, and then passed through the high gate, thick wall, and layers of guards, and arrived in front of the black room.
"Namo Amitabha." The resounding Buddha's name shattered the door of the black room, melted the frost, and brought back Xia Chen, whose life was hanging by a thread.
Xia Chen's eyes gradually became brighter, reflecting the holy Buddha's light and lotus flowers.
The monk said, "Separation of love, meeting of resentment and hatred, crossing the line of life and death, but all eyes are filled with empty flowers, are all vain. Are you willing to enter my Buddhist door, clear away the three obstacles and troubles, and enter the land of bliss together?"
Xia Chen was filled with tranquility and lowered his head, "I do."
The monk's generous palm caressed the top of his head, and his black hair fell away, "Let's go, little monk, follow me and leave this place of right and wrong."
One large and one small walked out of the city lord's mansion without anyone noticing, and Xia Chen never looked back at the place where he had stayed for seventeen years.
The two of them walked all the way to the city gate. When passing by the tea house, the monk glanced at the second floor and nodded slightly, "This time, fellow Taoist came a step late."
Zhan Changfeng smiled and sprinkled the tea in his hand on the table, "If I hadn't come late, one more person in your Buddhist sect would have died."
"Fellow Taoist, do you still want to fight?"
"I never fight for the fate of master and disciple."
The monk had nothing to say anymore and led the new monk out of the city gate.
The young monk couldn't help but look back in the direction of the teahouse, "Is that the person who harbors ill intentions towards you?"
"no."
"But why would she say that Buddhism has lost one more person?"
""The monk paused and stared at the young monk.
The little monk's calm heart was in a state of confusion. He folded his hands at a loss and said, "I was the one who was abrupt."
"No, it's none of your business." The monk sighed, "I was the one who realized it."
The little monk looked at him doubtfully.
"Empty flowers are all vain." The monk laughed three times, with a hint of loneliness in his compassionate eyes, looking at the billowing smoke and dust.
In front of the smoke and dust, there are fierce horses in white clothes and picturesque beauties.
"drive!"
As soon as he rode over, the big and small monks were left waving their sleeves to chase away the flying dust.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hoofbeats came closer, and the horses that entered the city turned back.
The young monk raised his head and heard the girl standing next to him laughing openly and saying, "I thought I was dazzled. Isn't this the boy named Xia Na?"
"Who are you"
"We met not long ago and have forgotten now? That's right. At that time, you broke into the lobby, said with a straight face that the engagement was void and ran away. How could you see clearly what I looked like."
The young monk's face changed slightly, he looked at the little girl's flawless face, and shook his head, "Donor Feng, if you have been disrespectful in the past, please forgive me."