Chapter 272 Anger
"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 shiny bald head, and cassocks of no apparent color.
The monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in his heart.
If he opened his mouth, he might be angry.
Could this one-horned ghost's pair of tricks be used to drink 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 his own human aura tightly. Even ordinary foundation builders may not be able to see through this obstacle.
This kid in front of me doesn't have that kind of strength and vision.
The unicorn demon's round eyes rolled in a circle, 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 he 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 inside the banner, looked over and sent a message to the monk: "Awakening the Dharma, 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 tied his hands said calmly: "Amitabha, the young monk doesn't think anything of it. Since we did it, we should suffer this calamity."
"There is no way to avoid disaster, so we must deal with it."
Tushanjun 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 the 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 Jue Fa's neck.
I don’t know what happened to the wooden shackles, and they looked very shabby.
The chain that made 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 prototype.
Most of the later buildings were crowded together.
Dirty, disorganized, 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 the 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. "
"Last time I sent it over, the tiger got very angry."
"It's because I ran fast that 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 prison without bothering the tiger. If the tiger is annoyed, be careful to drink from me."
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 become 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 the 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 banner voluntarily, or are these people just villains, and none of them are good people."
"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.
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.
He should have laughed it off, but it was just because of the monk's question that Tu Shanjun 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, one can be considered a mentally tough person without a drastic change in temperament. He is not a divine Buddha, so how could he not change 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 stakes 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 and said, "Hey, General Xi didn't give 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, and she would be like a big future. She would be in charge of hundreds of little ones. 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 serious matters. 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."
"Here, 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.
Now that someone has rushed him, the toad spirit beside him is responsible for escorting Juefa.
As soon as I entered the cell, the light dimmed visibly.
The oil lamp pinned to the beam glowed faintly.
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 was still several degrees higher than outside. It was the end of winter outside, so the temperature in the cell had already reached that of spring and autumn.
The monk pondered.
Just relying on a few lamps can't create such an effect. Either there are many stoves, or even more powerful, there is a formation.
But doing this in a cell won't do any good.
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 the 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 like 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 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 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 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 Snow Ghost, he also killed the person who took the demon-changing pill. The man said that the Ghost King of Daheishan liked to eat children, so he handed over all the children he captured.
…
"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. .
"Don't let me see the dead ones."
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 is no way, winter is not suitable for transportation, and it may freeze to death halfway, so there is no use sending it to Daheishan. That's why they were raised in a prison, and specially prepared a stove and adults to look after the children.
Juefa's face turned livid, he clenched the white bone Buddha beads in his hand, and stood up.
"Amitabha, the Bodhisattva has compassion, but also has the angry eyes of Vajra."
"Today, the young monk has saved these beasts!"
Tu Shanjun knew that the monk was angry.