The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Taking a closer look, Lin Mo realized that it was two groups of people fighting.

Their movements were fierce, and they all had knives and sticks in their hands.

Judging from the appearance, they must be those green-skinned gangsters from underground gangs.

Lin Mo observed for a while and found that the two groups were fighting for territory.

He couldn't help but turn around and leave.

He was used to such street fights.

There's really nothing to see.

In the night, Lin Mo wandered aimlessly.

After struggling all night, he didn't gain much except for the flower-picking thief from before.

However, several adulteries were discovered by accident.

In the corner of Caiji Clothing Shop on East Street, Lin Mo witnessed the waiter and the charming proprietress secretly hugging each other and making out.

Their gasps and whispers were like rebellion against the noise and rules of the day.

In the courtyard of Nanluogu Lane, Wang Yuanwai and the maid at home were having a secret tryst under the cover of night.

Their figures were looming in the moonlight, their movements urgent and rough, as if there were two fires burning in the night.

In this silent night, Lin Mo seemed to be an invisible bystander, observing people's true faces under the night.

Everyone took off their daytime pretense, let go of their moral restraints, and freely released their inner desires and emotions.

Lin Mo stood in the shadows and watched coldly.

He realizes that whether it's a mask by day or a desire by night, it's all part of human nature.

And he just happened to become a witness to this world at this moment.

Tonight, he had a deeper understanding of the world.

As the night grew darker, Lin Mo stopped wandering and chose to return home.

……

Dragon Prison, three underground floors.

In the stone chamber, Yu Qian and Jiuling Taoist sat opposite each other and were playing a chess game.

On the chessboard carved from bluestone, black and white chess pieces are scattered in an orderly manner.

At this time, Yu Qian suddenly felt something in his heart and couldn't help but frown.

Taoist Jiuling saw something strange on his face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Qian's eyes flashed slightly: "That person...is here again."

Taoist Jiuling smiled helplessly and said: "Come here as soon as you come. You and I can't do anything to her. Besides, I think that person doesn't have any ill intentions towards my daughter. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given her a new name. Why should you worry?" ?”

"Having said that, I don't know why, but I've been feeling restless recently. I always feel like something is going to happen..."

Yu Qian put down the chess piece in his hand and put his hands on his knees, with a worried look on his face.

"What can happen?"

Taoist Jiuling asked, "I think you love your son very much, are you a little too worried?"

"Hey, maybe I've lived too long and I'm getting old!"

Yu Qian couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and his face turned gloomy.

……

Inside the bronze pillars on the fourth floor underground.

"It is said that the terrain of Shu has always been steep, and there is a dangerous place in it called 'One Line of Sky', which is a place that merchants must pass through, and has always been plagued by bandits.

At that time, a group of bandits with high martial arts skills and extraordinary ferocity gathered on the mountain.

The bandit leader Feng Yao even claimed that ‘his arms can run a horse, and his fists can stand up people’, and he is so brave that no one can beat him...”

Lin Mo was telling Long Yi vividly about "The Legend of Zhao Long" bought at a second-hand bookstall.

When he came to the wonderful part, he couldn't help but stand up and use his hands and feet.

With the "True Understanding of Ghost Path" being promoted to Dacheng by him, he is now able to control wandering spirits with ease.

And his "Linxian Divine Strategy" has also improved a lot compared to before, and the wandering soul's body has become much more solid with the blessing of his soul.

"Just when Feng Yao was about to raise his sword and drop it, a loud shout came: 'How dare you, thief!'

Zhao Long, who was eight feet tall and majestic in appearance, rushed over on horseback.

Holding a seven-foot spear, he stabbed Feng Yao in the chest and immediately flew him away.

Feng Yao was hit, but he was injured but not dead.

He shouted angrily: 'Who is coming? ’

Zhao Long turned over and dismounted, shouting at the opponent: 'I am Changshan Zhao Long! ’

The sound filled the valley and filled my heart. "

The more Lin Mo talked, the more he felt something was wrong.

Why is this plot so inexplicably familiar?

However, the little girl Long Yi had never heard such a passionate story.

Seeing Lin Mo stop, she couldn't help but hurry up.

Helpless, Lin Mo could only bite the bullet and continue talking.

"Zhao Long held the girl in his arms, penetrated the siege, chopped down both sides of the village flag, entered and exited seven times, and killed all the mountain bandits, howling like ghosts and wolves, and scurrying away with their heads in their hands..."

Lin Mo's head was full of black lines.

Isn't this the story of Changshan Zhao Zilong riding the savior alone?

The stall owner kept telling me that it was a genuine martial arts novel.

Hey, it turns out to be a pirated book with a new skin!

After I place my bet today, I have to go find the stall owner to reason.

After Lin Mo finishes the last chapter of this book, look at Long Yi again.

Her little face was flushed, her eyes were full of unfinished expression, and she seemed to be still intoxicated in the story just now.

After a while, she slowly came back to her senses and said angrily: "Those bandits are really bad!"

Lin Mo looked at her in surprise, "Hey, can you tell the difference between good guys and bad guys now?"

Long Yi nodded seriously, then suddenly shook his head, "They rob other people's things and even kill people. Naturally, they are bad people. I can still tell the difference."

"However, I still can't tell whether those villagers who have done no bad things, but chose to stand by and watch when bandits entered the village and allowed other people's wives and daughters to be kidnapped, are they good people or bad people."

Lin Mo was startled when he heard this.

Suddenly I thought of the Chinese people today.

Long Yi's bright eyes shone with doubt.

"Brother Lin Jiu, are those villagers afraid to resist because they don't know martial arts?"

Lin Mo frowned, took a deep breath, and nodded: "Yes, but you have to know that sometimes courage is more important than strength. They dare not resist not only because of their own weakness, but also because of the weakness in their hearts. And fearful of resistance.”

Long Yi lowered his head and said nothing, obviously thinking about Lin Mo's words.

After a long time, Long Yi raised his head and looked at Lin Mo.

"They don't know martial arts. If they resist, wouldn't they risk death?"

Lin Mo was silent for a moment, and then said: "Although the resistance may fail, at least there is the possibility of change. If they don't resist, they will always be at the mercy of others."

"It is precisely because of their weakness that the bandits are so unscrupulous, isn't it?"

"If they choose to unite and resist together when the bandits arrive, or find other help, it may be a big difference."

"Is it……"

Long Yi could hear the seriousness and seriousness in Lin Mo's words.

She frowned, obviously trying to digest these words.

Lin Mo looked at her and couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.

He knew that these words were too heavy for an inexperienced child.

With a sigh, Lin Mo shook his head and said with a smile: "Hey, why am I telling you this? It's just a story, there's no need to be so serious."

Just as he was talking, Long Yi's face suddenly showed a look of hesitation.