I am a living immortal.

Facing Su Mu's gaze.

The weasel silently took out a stone slab from his pocket, on which was Su Mu's face.

This is the spoils we took back from Dayu.

Although I didn't get the dragon energy, it was not a complete failure. I originally wanted to use this stone slab as a warning and not provoke the person on it. I didn't expect to meet him so soon.

As luck would have it, I still got into trouble with the other party.

Su Mu looked at the stone slab with a strange expression.

Afraid that Su Mu would misunderstand and praise him, the weasel immediately explained, "I didn't do anything evil in Dayu. No, I admit that although I stole this slate, stealing is not a crime punishable by death, right, Immortal Venerable."

He was really scared.

Su Mu's mouth twitched, and she didn't say anything. What are you imagining? What image of me is there in your mind? You are so scared.

But he didn't show it on his face. "It seems you know me, then tell me everything you were going to say to that woman on the street."

"This..." The weasel hesitated for a moment.

Su Mu's eyes narrowed.

"My Lord Immortal, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but I can't." The weasel stuck out his tongue.

There was a strange rune engraved on the tongue coating.

"As long as I mention it..." The weasel demonstrated it once. As long as he spoke, the sound would be automatically silenced, and the corners of his mouth would move.

"This is a forbidden text to stop talking. It's strange to see this kind of forbidden text here." Someone recognized the strange pattern.

"This kind of prohibition isn't only inscribed on the bodies of ascetic monks practicing silent meditation to prevent themselves from saying things they shouldn't. Disaster comes from the mouth, and after all, not every monk can achieve this state of mind."

"Some extreme monks invented this kind of forbidden text in order to achieve the state of cessation of speech."

"However, it was eventually banned by many temples. This was because this kind of forbidden text was no longer enough for verbal control. They wanted to use it to achieve mental control. They also engraved this forbidden text on their own souls. However, in the end, without exception, they all became mindless puppets. This is irreversible and there is no solution."

"Is this forbidden Buddhist technique ever going to see the light of day again?"

"But judging by his natural speech, I think this ban has been improved and only certain words are banned."

Su Mu felt that this matter was getting bigger and bigger.

Why did we get to the topic of Buddhism again? Actually, Su Mu had never met anyone from the Buddhist sect. Back then, when she was in Yuannan, she heard the City God mention that there was Buddhism and Buddha in this world, and that there was a temple called Kongmang Temple.

"Is this his method?"

"Black Wuxiang?"

The weasel's pupils shrank slightly, and then he nodded. The successful Wuxiang was already very capable. He could become an ascetic monk today and eat meat and tell stories tomorrow. The two were only a matter of thought.

I heard what Su Mu said about Hei Wuxiang.

Those who know about it are very cautious about it, which also explains why there are prohibitions against speaking of it.

"Even if I can't speak it, I can at least write it, right?" Shao Shang didn't know what Hei Wuxiang and Bai Wuxiang were, but he understood.

"this…………"

The weasel picked up a branch, wrote four words on the ground in one breath, and then spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

His face changed drastically and he said it was impossible. He knew that he was forbidden to speak, but why couldn't he even write about it? When did it happen?

The weasel was really anxious.

He couldn't put his life in the hands of others, so he began to look at himself, and then he found something wrong. The forbidden words had spread all over his body along with the blood.

This includes his escape.

The weasel's face turned pale and blue. The aura of Hei Wuxiang brought not only the forbidden text of "stop speaking", but also the smaller forbidden text hidden under the forbidden text of "stop speaking".

This black and formless Buddhist Dharma is so amazing.

"I can't help you anymore. You can kill me or rob me as you like." The weasel was furious.

"Actually, I'm very curious about one thing. How do you know what they are going to do?" Su Mu asked.

“Because I was one of the participants.”

"But then things got out of control, so I withdrew. I was wondering why they let me go so easily, as if they weren't afraid of me snitching. It turned out they were waiting for me. Maybe they had already made some moves before I left, otherwise it wouldn't have been possible with just that one aura."

Su Mu had already prepared herself mentally.

As expected, no useful information could be obtained here, so Hei Wuxiang had made all the necessary preparations.

Moreover, the enemy is in the dark, and it is unknown what they want to do.

This is the most torturous thing.

"Fellow Daoists, please be careful."

Su Mu told the news he had received earlier.

After understanding the whole story, several people bowed and thanked him: "Then we will leave him to the Immortal Venerable."

Obviously, they, like the previous group of people, did not want to care about the grudges of the Treasure Pavilion.

Then they left, leaving only Su Mu, Shao Shang and a weasel who had lost his spirit.

"what's your name?"

"Huang San." The weasel Huang San replied dejectedly.

"What a perfunctory name. What should we do next?" Shao Shang asked while complaining in a miserable way.

"What should we do? We need to find a way to remove the restrictions imposed by the weasel and find out what these demons are trying to do by gathering together. We can also wait for the arrival of the Alliance Heavenly Giant Ship from the Treasure Pavilion. Otherwise, we will have to go to the source of the North Sky by ourselves."

Upon hearing this, Shao Shang felt like the sky had collapsed.

"Wait, what do you mean, go by yourself."

"Fly over there! I almost forgot that you can't fly..." Su Mu patted Shao Shang jokingly.

"You are still in the mood to joke. Didn't you hear what that person said just now? This is irreversible and unsolvable. Do you think you are proficient in Buddhism?" Shao Shang looked at Su Mu with a scrutinizing look.

“I don’t know Buddhism.”

"But there's one thing that the fellow Daoist just said is wrong. There's nothing unsolvable or irreversible in this world. All of this is just a limitation within a framework. As long as we break out of this framework, it's possible to crack it."

Shao Shang seemed to understand, but he believed that Su Mu was not a person who talked big.

Huang San regained his spirits and asked, "Can it really be solved?"

He was ready to wait for death, but there was always light at the end of the tunnel. He still trusted what Su Mu said. It was because he was still alive, and the only reason he was still alive was that he was still useful.

Of course, this is the narrow-minded thinking of this weasel. Even if he is useless, Su Mu will not necessarily kill him. This weasel cannot be said to be good, but at least he is not that evil. He is just like an ordinary person. He must have done bad things, but they are only at the level of petty theft. He dare not do big evil. He may be timid or just opportunistic. If he really did it, Su Mu would pull out his soul and torture him when they met. Why would he wait until now?

"There shouldn't be any problem. Let's go. This isn't the place to untie it." Su Mu led the two of them out of the jungle.