Hachishomon

What do you say?

The old man stood up with a bang, pointed at Lu Wangchuan with his fly whisk, and said, "Ordinary people can't see him. There is evil spirit between his brows, and a demonic light hidden on his lips. He is an immortal demon that is rare in a thousand years. It was the disaster that was born by the former noble concubine that day. He is the son of the kingdom! How dare you harbor the prince of the previous dynasty? What a sin! "

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The big guys gasped in unison, feeling like being pointed out by the old man... They are really looking for death.

Lu Wangchuan's eyes were deep and wide, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, his eyes gleamed coldly, and he thought to himself, what he said really suits his wishes.

demon?He wished he could be a demon.

The old boy's soul was almost frightened, and he bowed to the old man tremblingly: "Please ask the Taoist priest to deal with this demon!"

The villagers also asked the old man for an idea.

The old man flicked the Buddha dust and pointed at Lu Wangchuan: "Burn!"

So, at night, Lu Wangchuan was tied to a large wooden stake in front of the ancestral hall, with hay and firewood piled underneath.

A long table was placed in front, and the table was filled with offerings, as if a child was to be burned to sacrifice to the heaven.

The old man danced around Lu Wangchuan with his own body, and chanted four different mantras in his mouth.

Under his tossing like this, Lu Wangchuan really felt an evil force stirring in his heart, but it was still very subtle, so subtle that he could hardly notice it himself.

Let's make a fuss...

He looked at the people on the third floor and the third floor, and felt very bad.

The old man danced for more than an hour, then looked up at the sky and counted with his fingers: "The time has come, light the fire!"

A man splashed a jug of wine on the firewood, and another threw a torch after him.

With a bang of fire, it shot up five feet high, like a fire dragon engulfing Lu Wangchuan in his belly, and the blazing fire pierced through the night with a radius of [-] meters.

The crowd took a few steps back at the same time, looking at the young man who slowly raised his head in the firelight, his eyes were filled with red light, they were a little frightened.

Lu Wangchuan suddenly felt that he was really wronged. He wanted to curse loudly, but he kept quiet all the time, as quiet as a bystander. He raised his head to look at the shining stars in the sky. If he could become One star, I really want to... fall and kill this group of people.

However, his desire to become a shooting star for revenge was ruthlessly broken, because just when the tongue of flames licked the soles of his feet, the crowd of onlookers suddenly backed away spontaneously, leaving a way.

The man walked towards him through the crowd like this, wearing a white robe that couldn't melt into the night.

The old man who was meditating on the spot jumped up, and the old man said to the man in white, "If the method is not done, the idlers should stay away!"

Lu Wangchuan tilted his head to look at him. He thought this man was really good-looking. When he sneaked into the brothel to steal fruits, the big and small oirans he had seen were all inferior to him. Those people were all gaudy and tacky. , unlike him, a simple white robe, ink-dyed black hair leaning over his waist, slender figure and graceful posture, with a certain air of cloud-like clothes and jade, with pure fairy energy all over his body, like bamboo jade Li's character is not like a person who has been washed out of the world of mortals.

It's so unreal.

Although this man is extremely handsome, he is like a piece of cold jade from the bottom of a glacier river, his face is enough to tell that he is a person without much emotion, even when the flames hit him, he would bow his head and back down.

The old man saw that he was ignoring him, so he threw out the Buddha dust and swept towards his face: "The unreasonable people will not retreat!"

When Lu Wangchuan saw that this stern old man was going to teach this man a lesson, he had a premonition of his tragic ending.

Sure enough, the man didn't do anything, he just stepped forward and walked forward. The old man was blown out two miles by a sudden wind like a broken kite.

Lu Wangchuan seemed to see a glimmer of life, and said to the man who walked in front of the fire, "Sir, help me"

The man in white glanced at him, bent over and picked up a wine glass on the long table.

The corners of Lu Wangchuan's eyes twitched.

Your mother is here to beg for water

Before he finished cursing in his heart, he saw the man in white raise his hand, and with his wide sleeves fluttering, the wine in the glass was spilled into the air.

Along with the drinks, there was also a heavy rain.

Lu Wangchuan was soaked in an instant, and the heavy rain also extinguished the bonfire under his feet.

The man in white was not contaminated by the rain at all, and his whole body was covered with a layer of crystal clear white light, which cut off the endless raindrops.

He stretched out his hand towards the young boy through a pile of ashes, and said, "Follow me."

Lu Wangchuan's vision was blurred by the rain, he looked at him for a while, and just about to say that I was still tied up, when his hands and feet were loosened, the rope fell to the ground for some reason.

Jumping into the ashes with a plop, Lu Wangchuan took a step forward and held onto his hand tightly.

After the man took him away, the rain stopped, and the crowd seemed to be in an illusion, with dazed faces.

Lu Wangchuan also seemed to be dreaming, and he didn't know how long he had walked with him. It wasn't until he saw Wang Shuiguan and others coming towards him under the starlight that he realized that he hadn't actually walked a few steps.

"I buried your mother," said the water tank, "it's just behind the hillside with weeping willows, and there's a bunch of orchids planted there. How did you escape?"

Lu Wangchuan didn't answer, just said thank you.

The water tank showed him the cat: "Then do you still have it?"

Lu Wangchuan touched the kitten's head, sniffled and said, "I can't take it away, you can help me raise it."

"What are you doing?"

After all, he was just a child who didn't know much about the world. At this time, Lu Wangchuan showed some stupidity that he should have at this age, and turned around and asked, "Benefactor, where are we going?"

The benefactor stood under a weeping willow and ignored him.

Lu Wangchuan suddenly felt sad again, feeling that he was really unlucky, just after getting out of the fire pit, he bumped into an iceberg again.

Is it too late to run now?Could it be that the wolf-hearted dog will not repay his kindness?

Oops, mother!I want to go with you!

Wang Shuiguan was also silly, staring at the man who was twirling a green leaf a few steps away and said, "Is he...a god? My grandfather said that gods look like this."

Lu Wangchuan pursed his mouth, and said in his heart, don't talk about it with your grandpa. Your grandpa thinks that crazy old man who wanted to burn me to death is a god. He is my savior, so don't talk nonsense.

Saying goodbye to his best friend in need, Mr. Water Tank, Lu Wangchuan turned his head and said, "Benefactor, before I leave, I want to kowtow to my mother."

His benefactor flicked the wicker casually, and saw that the moon in the sky was pushed into the clouds, and within a moment, the sky began to brighten, and the moon and stars did not move.

Lu Wangchuan was dumbfounded. He thought that the rain just now was a coincidence. How could this vase be some kind of fairy? Now it seems...a fairy.

The vases and jars walked around him without a teacher to open the way: "Hurry up"

The one kowtow that Lu Wangchuan said was too deceptive. He has kowtowed from the thin morning light to the bright sun, and he has kowtowed at least a hundred times, and he has cried several times.

His benefactor didn't urge him either, he just stood aside and watched the mountain scenery, and let him cry till the end of time.

Lu Wangchuan planted wild flowers on the grave one after another, choked up and said, "Mother, don't worry, hehe, from now on, hehe, I must learn to be a prudent person, hehe, don't steal, rob, or lie."

After wiping away tears, he pointed to his benefactor not far away and said to his mother: "Look, mother, he is a fairy, a fairy who knows magic, so I will go with him and become a fairy, woo woo woo woo Wu Niang—"

The vase and jar god benefactor finally turned his head and glanced at him, his brows were pressed lightly, and a few faint smiles appeared on the corners of his lips, as if he disagreed with what he said, but also found it fresh.

Lu Wangchuan threw himself on the grave with a wow: "Mom, I miss you so much, I don't want you to go, what should I do if you go——"

His benefactor frowned with a headache, if he didn't leave, the child would be on the brink of death.

"It's getting late, let's go"

Lu Wangchuan followed him step by step, turning his head three times, and finally the small grave over there disappeared from his sight.

Although the benefactor said it was late, he hurried on his way, but his steps were square and not too slow.

Walking in the deep woods in Luying, Lu Wangchuan followed behind him, looking at his sleeves and clothes corners blown up by the wind.

So far he doesn't know where he is going to be taken, but he doesn't want to know where he is going, because the man who took him away is his benefactor and also a fairy, since he will save himself, he will definitely not kill him.

The little boy with nothing, the only one to rely on at this moment is him.

Thinking of this, Lu Wangchuan became more dependent on him while his nose was sore, he suddenly raised his hand to grab his sleeve that was blown in front of him by the wind, and cried again.

The sleeve was grabbed by a dirty little hand, he turned his head slightly and glanced back, just in time to see the child tugging on his sleeve to wipe away tears.

Unaware of being caught, Lu Wangchuan grabbed his sleeve and said, "Benefactor, my name is Wangchuan, Lu Wangchuan"

Of course I know you are Lu Wangchuan...

He turned his head, slowed down his pace, and didn't speak.

Lu Wangchuan continued to babble: "Mother said that when she picked me up, I had the word Wangchuan embroidered on my bellyband, so she called me Wangchuan. Mother calls me Xiaochuan, and benefactor, you can also call me Xiaochuan, just like like a mother"

"...Xiao Chuan?"

His benefactor was finally willing to open his mouth.

Lu Wangchuan laughed foolishly and said, "Well, Xiaochuan, what's your benefactor's name?"

The benefactor said: "It doesn't matter what you call it"

Lu Wangchuan blinked and blinked: "How can it be unimportant, a person's name is so important, without a name, who knows who you are?"

His benefactor suddenly stopped and looked back at him, neither happy nor angry and calm eyes, but let Lu Wangchuan experience what it means to be without anger and self-prestige.

"Don't call me benefactor" he said, "and don't ask my name again"

After speaking, he walked forward again.

Lu Wangchuan rubbed his nose and said, "You saved my life, why can't I call you a benefactor, then I will call you a fairy? Anyway, you are a fairy."

He shook his sleeves and said coquettishly: "Immortal? Is it okay for an immortal? Immortal?"

It took a long time for the vase and jar to say: "... up to you"

This forest has not gone out until night, if the guide is not a fairy, Lu Wangchuan would have thought they were lost.

His feet hurt from walking a long time ago, so Wang Chuan saw a dilapidated wooden house and refused to leave early, pulling his sleeves to pretend to be pitiful.

The benefactor looked at him for a long time with the dog-skin plaster on his face, his eyes were deep and shallow up and down, he didn't know what he was thinking, it was as deep as two clouds of golden mist.

In the end, the little rascal won, and Lu Wangchuan searched for thatch everywhere vigorously and vigorously, and laid two simple and rough grass beds. He pointed to the bigger one like a treasure and said, "Come benefactor, you sleep here." "

The benefactor was speechless for a moment, but finally walked into the crumbling cabin and sat down in the grass nest he made.

Lu Wangchuan was already tired after a day's driving, and lay down next to him, still holding his sleeve tightly, yawned and said, "I'm asleep, call me tomorrow morning."

After finishing speaking, people have met Zhou Gong.

Duan Chongshu didn't sleep, and meditated on the spot.

The forest wind at night was very cold, and the broken doors and windows in the cabin creaked and creaked when it blew, and it also made Lu Wangchuan shiver, and unconsciously moved closer to him.

Duan Chongshu looked down at him, raised his hand, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the cold wind stopped.

He closed his eyes and fell into meditation.

In a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and caught a forest shadow quietly slipping away from the window.

Two boys in white clothes suddenly appeared, facing him, clasped their hands together and said: "Master!"

Duan Chongshu narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and said, "The wind just now was not clean, go and see where the monster dared to act presumptuously in front of me."

"Yes"

"Yes"

The two shikigami, Bodhizi and Tianmozi, took the order and immediately turned into two streams of white smoke and chased them into the deep forest.

☆, Gentleman【[-]】

The Xiao family has sons and gentlemen, who are as gentle as jade, possess talents and are not arrogant, which is really rare in the world.

It is said that Mr. Xiao is famous in Wanjia,

I don't see Bailu and Jianjia.

The scrolls are scattered with Jiangnan ink,

Raise the whip to sweep away all the flowers in Luoyang.

Sleeping together in the moonlight on the Xijiang River last night,

Today, the two are separated from each other.

Under the Bodhi of Three Lives and Three Worlds,

Ten miles of burial ground and ten miles of flowers.

——Ding Wu 24 years, Ji Xiaolang.

Under the Bodhi of the third life and the third life, ten miles of burial ground and ten miles of flowers...

What Sansei III what burial place?

Lu Wangchuan was awakened by the sound, as if a sour scholar was reciting poems into his head, rubbing his head and doing it in a daze, as if the voice was echoing in the empty valley, the voice in his head was still there.

Sansheng?Sansheng burial place?

This is all a mess.

Shaking his head, he became clear all of a sudden.

The man beside him was meditating, his eyes closed tightly, and his expression was silent, as if he was still awake.

Lu Wangchuan let go of his wrinkled sleeves, and tiptoed out.

He hadn't been eating since yesterday. My benefactor, the old man, is a god and does not eat fireworks, but he is not.

Lu Wangchuan felt that if he was not eating fireworks in the world, he would say goodbye to the world forever.

A wild child who grew up running, looking for food in the wild forest is as easy as eating for him. After a while, he climbed to the tree and picked a bagful of wild fruits. That's it.

The original filial piety towards mother has now been transferred to the benefactor. Lu Wangchuan returned with a wild fruit on his front and followed the marks made by the way he came. , Finally, there is another concern and dependence.

Lu Wangchuan, who was hated by others, was actually very afraid of loneliness. He didn't realize it before his mother was alive, and no one cared about him after his mother died. He didn't want this feeling of being alone, and hated it to the core.

The little boy is pure, stubborn and selfish, and wants to be tied to someone.

In the final analysis, he is just a child now, not that strong.

Although the benefactor is very cold, he is a good person. At this time, Lu Wangchuan is still very stupid and naive.

When looking for fruit, he deliberately guessed and folded many bushes along the way, but when he returned along these creases, he walked into a dead end.

Lu Wangchuan circled around for a while, and then decisively opened a new path.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped, and looked back at the old tree with swaying branches and leaves a little puzzled.

How does it feel, something is following him...

Bah bah bah bah bah!Scare yourself and scare yourself to death!

Lu Wangchuan hurriedly turned around and continued to walk back, but the rustling sound behind him followed him closely. I don't know if it was his illusion. A cold air crawled all the way from his ankles to the base of his neck. The bone-piercing chill pierced his scalp like a row of poisonous needles...

There seemed to be a layer of frost on the skin on his back, it was so cold that Lu Wangchuan didn't dare to turn his head, and started to run bravely.

The more he ran, the more afraid he became, and the more afraid he ran, the hot sweat broke out from his fright, and suddenly he felt a chill blowing in his ears, and an unpredictable voice blew in his ears like spider threads.

In the tomb of mortal hearts in the world of mortals, three lives are buried under the Bodhi tree, Mr. Wangchuan, how did you give birth to mortal hearts——

Then, the crooning turned into a smirk, and then into a piercing scream...

Lu Wangchuan was almost pierced by the sound, his face was only a thin layer of paper, he clenched his teeth and rushed forward holding the fruit.

What is this! ! !

And the things that haunted him did not spare him, but gradually gathered more, these male and female voices squeezed their throats and sang, laughing and repeating the sentence over and over again, the world of mortals dies easily in the tomb of ordinary hearts, three lives are buried in Bodhi tree——

You are the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, how can you have an ordinary heart.

Lu Wangchuan's legs became weaker and weaker, and if he didn't take a step, it seemed that he would fall in the next step, and those things seemed to be waiting for him to fall, and their laughter became even harsher and wilder.

Just when he was exhausted, he saw the back of a man in white clothes appearing in front of him at some point, standing quietly under an old tree.

Lu Wangchuan cheered up and almost cried out of joy, his eyes were shining and he ran wildly towards him, shouting loudly: "Benefactor! Benefactor!"

The man ignored him, Lu Wangchuan ran behind him and almost knelt down, grabbed his sleeve and said, "Benefactor, tree, there is something in the woods."

"what?"

Lu Wangchuan sat slumped on the ground, out of breath and said: "Monster, devil!"

The man in white looked back at him, and an unfathomable smile appeared on his handsome and Wutao face: "The devil is more terrifying than me."

Lu Wangchuan stared at him blankly.

It was Duan Chongshu who turned back, but he changed his appearance in an instant, the white clothes turned into black robes, and his face was wrapped in a snake-like black mist, making it impossible for people to see his face clearly.

The indescribable chill almost froze him, Lu Wangchuan watched as he threw off the wide sleeves of the black robe and wrapped himself in it.

It's over, this time it's really over...

The man in black robe swept away like a whirlwind and disappeared.

Not half a moment later, Pu Ti Zi and Tian Mo Zi flashed out of the air, standing where the man in black robe had stood.

The two teenagers, whose faces were not more than fourteen or five years old, looked at each other, then jumped up and disappeared again.

Duan Chongshu stood outside the cabin, looked up to the sky, and had already learned what had happened to Lu Wangchuan.

The two shikigami came back soon, and saluted him with clasped hands: "Master, Mr. Wangchuan was taken away by the devil, and his whereabouts are unknown."

missing?Where else would the Demon Lord take him other than in an impoverished environment?

Duan Chongshu spread out his right hand, and a nine-linked Zen stick appeared in his hand shining with brilliance.

He took off the Buddha statue, his waist-long hair was gone, his white clothes became a monk's robe and cassock, and a red Buddha lotus appeared on his forehead.

Duan Chongshu throws off his long sleeves with a Zen stick in his hand: "Pave the way for the impoverished situation"

The bodhi son Tianmozi turned into two black and white pearls, drawing a circle in mid-air to form a mirror.

An unfathomable mirror image was displayed in front of him, and Duan Chongshu held a Zen staff together and stepped into the incomprehensible environment.

Let's talk about Lu Wangchuan, he had a good sleep, and when he woke up, he found that he was safe and sound, and even the surrounding scenery was beautiful, the climate was pleasant, the river was gurgling and the grass was green, like a fairyland.

Lu Wangchuan was leaning against a soaring uncle who couldn't be hugged by more than a dozen big men. This tree has lived for an unknown number of years, and when its canopy is stretched out, it can almost block out the sky.

The moment he opened his eyes, Lu Wangchuan was suddenly no longer afraid. Even if he thought of the cold man in black robe, he was no longer afraid, but stared blankly at the two butterflies chasing each other not far away...

This place may really be a fairyland. Here, his mind is as calm as water, only the hair fluttered by the breeze is messed up. His heart is peaceful and peaceful. In this square inch that covers the sky and the sun, he only feels great compassion, tolerance, and harmony. The sadness that brings back memories...

Isn't this the state where Buddha can achieve enlightenment?

Lu Wangchuan suddenly wanted to cry, and he thought of his mother who passed away not long ago.

He still doesn't know how his mother died.

There is no one here except him, if the skeleton sitting next to him counts as a person——

"what!"

Lu Wangchuan screamed, and crawled backwards with his hands and feet in a panic.

Why do you have human bones, grandma!

Wouldn't this be his end?

Lu Wangchuan was still in shock, gasping for breath, and then another thing happened that almost made him faint.

The man in the black robe appeared at some unknown time, and sat not far from him, facing the bone.

He concentrated on looking at the bone and didn't seem to notice himself. Lu Wangchuan wanted to crawl away quietly, but as soon as he moved, he heard the man say: "Bone by the river, poor lady Chun."

Lu Wangchuan didn't dare to move anymore, he didn't understand poetry, he was good at pretending to be dead.

The man in black robe was always surrounded by black mist, but his face could be seen clearly at this moment.

A very handsome man, except for the gray dead look on his face, otherwise he could compete with a certain vase.

It seems that this bone is his old man, and it seems that he is remembering his old man, Lu Wangchuan wondered if he would be kind enough to comfort him, would he be merciful and let him go.

The black mist wrapped around the man in the black robe suddenly began to stir, and he didn't know what was about to move. In short, these ghosts were rampaging on him like a group of living creatures.

Lu Wangchuan's eyes widened sharply: "You! Your face!"

The black mist drilled into his flesh and rolled back and forth on his face, looking terrifying as if it wanted to suck his flesh and blood.

The man smiled very comfortably and said: "These monsters are looking for you"

Speaking of reaching out to Lu Wangchuan, those monsters couldn't wait to leave him and rush towards Lu Wangchuan.

Lu Wangchuan quickly hugged his head, and the moment the monsters approached him, the man took them all back.

Lu Wangchuan opened his eyes, saw that he was still alive, he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, knelt down on the ground respectfully begging him to let him go, and mentioned a few words intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing that he just looked at the bone without saying a word, he began to think of himself as clever and came up with bad ideas.

"Sir, let me help you bury your friend, it should be buried in peace."

The man in black robe smiled at him innocently and looked at him, and said leisurely: "Mr. Wangchuan was joking, who can shake the Buddha's bones?"

Just finding him is already difficult.

The Demon Lord stood up, walked around him with all the magic energy in his body, and walked forward.

"You'd better keep up, it's going to be night here"

Lu Wangchuan hesitated for a while, unable to do anything, followed.

The Demon Lord led him across a mountain and over a valley.

Ghost shadows swayed in the valley. When Lu Wangchuan passed the valley, his hair stood on end and he got goosebumps all over his body. When the green-faced ghosts saw him, they rushed to him with their fangs open as if they were sacrifices. phantoms.

The Demon Lord said to him: "This is Ghost Valley, those people are ghosts who are too obsessed and refuse to reincarnate, they were exiled here by the underworld to fend for themselves"

Lu Wangchuan asked: "Fend for themselves? Aren't they dead souls?"

The Demon Lord smiled, raised his sleeves and let out a stream of black smoke, which transformed into a human-shaped object with no substance.

Lu Wangchuan saw the human figure flying to the bottom of the valley, opening its bottomless black mouth, chasing down and devouring those ghosts.

Immediately, piercing ghost howls and roars resounded through the valley.

Lu Wangchuan was not afraid anymore, he looked at those ghosts running around with frightened faces, they are human beings, abandoned souls, why are they dead and still not safe...

he asked.

The Demon King said: "Life and death, this is a cycle of reincarnation"

Lu Wangchuan didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand, he just wanted to know where his mother was now, and whether he would also refuse to reincarnate because of missing him.

He was really, really helpless.

Walking through the ghost valley, the nightfall that the demon king said also came.

The night here is red, the sky is red, the water is red, and the strange red light embellishes this place like a blood hole.

"Where are you taking me?"

It was the first time Lu Wangchuan had the courage to ask.

The devil replied: "To the end of the eternal night, where you should go"

☆, Gentleman 【[-]】

"Where are you taking me?"

It was the first time Lu Wangchuan had the courage to ask.

The devil replied: "To the end of the eternal night, where you should go"

"Who are you?" he asked again.

The Demon Lord looked up at the sky that seemed to be crying blood at any time, and said, "It's been too long, I have forgotten, I only know that they call me, Demon Lord"

Another one with no name...

Lu Wangchuan kicked away a mob that was lying on his instep and gnawed on his toes, and said, "My name is Lu Wangchuan, why do you call me Mr. Wangchuan?"

The devil looked back at him and smiled: "Because you are Lord Wangchuan"

Lu Wangchuan didn't know how long he had been walking with him. No matter how long he walked, the red sky above his head would never end. He suddenly began to panic, and if the night never cleared, then he couldn't get out.

"Here, when is it dawn?"

The devil sighed for a long time: "I don't know, maybe 50 years, maybe 100 years, last time I stayed here for more than 300 years"

50 years, 100 years, 300 years?

Lu Wangchuan stopped suddenly, looked at him and said, "I want to go out, there are people waiting for me outside"

After speaking, turn around and walk back.

The devil smiled, and said behind him: "Those who wait for you will wait for you no matter how long, and those who won't wait for you will not wait for a moment. Mr. Wangchuan, the Yongye River is here."

I don't know what mentality caused it, Lu Wangchuan went back again.

He swayed in the wind like grass on the wall, which made him despise himself.

The Demon Lord led him to a sleeve-wide black river. Lu Wangchuan stood by the bank and looked down. He suddenly pointed to a looming figure on the river and said, "Benefactor? Look, it's—"

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly, because he found that although the figure on the river was his benefactor, it was not the one he was familiar with.

The figure swaying with the water patterns was blurry and clear, but Lu Wangchuan clearly saw the man with long hair hanging down his waist, wearing a white shirt, holding a long sword, and smiling cheerfully and unrestrainedly. So deep and dignified now.

The figure only appeared for a moment, and then was washed away by the current.

The Demon Lord looked down at him, his indifferent eyes seemed to be wrapped in mist, so deep that people couldn't see through, he asked with a half-smile, "You can still see him?"

Lu Wangchuan seemed to have become shrewd and diligent in a single thought, and asked, "Can't you see?"

"It wasn't him I saw" he said

There were too many things he didn't understand, and there was nowhere to ask, so Lu Wangchuan simply stopped talking.

The Demon Lord stretched out his sleeves and brushed across the Yongye River, and a long black-edged sword appeared at the bottom of the river.

Without waiting for his guidance, Lu Wangchuan rolled up his sleeves and picked up the sword. The sword was very heavy, very simple and unadorned, and the blade was engraved with simple patterns that he could not understand. It looked ordinary and a bit shabby. But Lu Wangchuan could feel the uncontrollable clanking sound on the sword.

"What sword?"

Lu Wangchuan wiped the water off the blade with the lapel of his clothes.

The Demon Lord squatted in front of him, and there was always an impenetrable deep meaning hidden in his words: "You hold your sword in your hand, Mr. Wangchuan, it is yours now."

Lu Wangchuan looked up at him, and saw a paradoxical smile on the face of this pale man who looked like a dead man crawling out of a coffin, as well as a wicked coldness in his eyes.

Lu Wangchuan finally got smart for a while, looked at him and said, "I don't want it, I can obviously become a fairy, why should I become a demon?"

"...I'm just giving you back what's yours"

Lu Wangchuan nodded, touched the rusty and unsharp sword edge: "I can see that this is a good thing, and it's not a good thing."

As he spoke, he showed a mocking smile, looked into his eyes and said, "But I don't want this thing"

With one release and one loosening of the hand, he threw the sword back to the Yongye River.

"You brought me to this ghostly place, just to give me a sword? This ghostly place is Ghost Valley and Eternal Night, and the door only opens once in decades. If I take something from you, I will really be unable to leave. out"

The devil's complexion turned pale, and he suddenly threw off his robe and stood up, raised his sleeves and pointed at him madly, "You won't be able to get out until you die!"

This day's gentle face was finally torn, and now Lu Wangchuan is not afraid, it is useless to be afraid, and he is happy to argue with him anxiously.

"That's you! It's you who can't get out! Just like you can't move that bone and take this sword, I'm different from you!"

Being scolded too many times as a monster, and almost being burned to death as a monster of the previous dynasty, although Lu Wangchuan once distortedly thought that he was a monster fox when he was helpless and angry, it couldn't be better, but he was raised by a kind woman The mortal womb, the good heart is not dead, the devil's heart is not moved, how can he be willing to fall into the devil's way inexplicably.

Even if everyone in the world calls him a monster or a villain, he can keep his mortal heart for a day. He is Lu Wangchuan, a little boy raised by his mother, not a monster born for monsters!

No!

Even though he is really a monster, he has a fairy to redeem him, which is different from this dead face!

Lu Wangchuan frantically looked back and ran under the fiery red sky, carrying his remaining obsession.

The demon king rose into the air with the smoke, followed behind him like a ghost, and laughed maniacally: "Mr. Wangchuan, Lord Wangchuan, you are really getting worse! If you don't guard the river, you are willing to degenerate and give birth to a mortal heart. Why do you want a lowly flesh and blood body! Now that you are obsessed with your obsession, what use is this mortal body!"

After the crazy words were finished, the Demon Lord released several streams of demon energy, and the black mist swirled straight towards Lu Wangchuan!

If there is a substantial magic mist that entangles Lu Wangchuan's feet, pulls him to the ground, and then hurls himself up and wraps him in an instant.

Lu Wangchuan seemed to be bound by iron chains and couldn't move. He only felt the magic energy penetrate into his body through his seven orifices, and his body was swollen and hot as if it was going to explode.

At this time, the silk-like sky was forcibly split by a white light. Duan Chongshu, dressed in a Buddhist robe, swooped down from the sky with a Zen stick in his hand, and a ray of sky light waved from his hand.

The light from the sky escapes from the ground, disperses the demons, and breaks the river.Before Lu Wangchuan could see who was coming, he closed his eyes and passed out.

There was a loud bang on the flat ground and a crack was cut.

The demon king flew back to avoid the blow, and the demonic energy in his body was dispersed by this move, revealing his true colors.

"Master Chongshu, who are you here to save?!"

The Demon Lord sneered, and suddenly raised his hands, and swirled towards Duan Chongshu with a fierce wind under his sleeves, making hunting sounds wherever he went.

Duan Chongshu swung his Zen staff horizontally, splitting the oncoming demonic wind, stepping on the void and rushing towards the Demon Lord, when he was approaching, he suddenly slapped out a palm wind: "Fall the demon!"

This palm strikes, leaving no blade of grass anywhere, and the Demon Lord's figure is also scattered, but he reunites quickly, and rushes up to the fiery red clouds with a haha ​​strange laugh.

Duan Chongshu put his palms together and chased after him, but he turned into a Buddha statue, and Lei Li hated him instead.

The two of them were fighting under the sky, and the thunder light suddenly burst into a strong wind, which seemed to tear the sky apart.

Two teenagers in white clothes appeared from the sky and ran towards the dying Lu Wangchuan.

Putting her hands on his chest, Bodhizi dispelled the remaining demon energy in his body and restored his vitality.

Lu Wangchuan slowly opened his eyes, pressed his burning heart, those monsters wanted to eat his heart.

He narrowed his eyes to see the two people fighting together in the sky, the distance was too far to see their faces clearly, but that white shadow must be his benefactor.

So the color of the bag, no one else.

At this time, I saw that the white light used some kind of magic, the water in the Yongye River suddenly rose a hundred feet high, and the water curtain flew towards the square-inch position like a belt, enveloping them all in a blink of an eye.

Duan Chongshu locked the Demon Lord with a water prison and gave them a chance to escape.

The two shikigami are very alert: "It is not possible to take Mr. Wangchuan out of the surrounding area"

Tian Mozi picked him up on his back, and the three of them flew towards the crack in the sky split by Duan Chongshu, and escaped just before it rejoined.

Outside Buzhou is the world on earth he is familiar with. As soon as Lu Wangchuan landed on the ground, he ran to the stream to drink water, trying to suppress the dry heat in his body.

Bodhizi and Tianmozi stood behind him and looked at him.

Lu Wangchuan drank enough water, took a breath and turned around and asked, "Did the benefactor come out?"

The Shikigami looked at each other, and saluted with palms together: "Master has his own way to get out of the awkward situation."

Lu Wangchuan sat on the ground for a long time unable to recover.

The dead face said that it would take 50 years, 100 years, or even 300 years to come out, so wouldn't his benefactor come out after hundreds of years?

Lu Wangchuan was so guilty that he couldn't lift his head up. If he hadn't run around and caused trouble, there wouldn't be such a mess.

Duan Chongshu didn't find him until he went down to the deepest mirror image in the Buzhou Realm. It was already against the law to split the barrier with a ray of sky light, so he would definitely be trapped this time.

Not only was he trapped by the impoverished environment, but he was also trapped by the demon lord. The demon lord had boundless mana, and his cultivation level was no lower than him. This time, the one who fought against him in the impoverished environment was just one of his puppets. Duan Chongshu knew very well It is impossible for his real body to appear in an insecure environment, and being trapped by a gangster this time is also very tricky.

When he didn't come back at night, Lu Wangchuan lay on the grass with his head on his head and looked at the galaxy. At his heartless age, he thought heartlessly, he was a fairy after all, he couldn't die...

The two shikigami were meditating not far from him, and Lu Wangchuan would never dare to harass them. The two young brothers seem to have a lot of background, not to mention that this time it was him who caused the trouble, and no one blamed them. He is already doing favors outside the law, so how could he rush to scold her.

Lu Wangchuan sighed maturely, he was ready to be chased away by his benefactor.

Where did you get driven away?Let's go fishing, anyway, he is full and the whole family is not hungry.

Ok,