Rebel Monk [Rebirth]

Huo Ji hated seeing the little ghost's evil mirror stage, and with the little ghost's own disclosure and his own conjectures, he concluded that the little ghost was a believer in the Buried Flower Sect before his death, and maybe he was the capable subordinate of the leader of the Buried Flower Sect. In the little ghost's heart, he should He has always admired the supreme leader, but it has always been wishful thinking.

The murmured "Master" seemed to be a call deep in his heart, but even if it was a call hidden in his heart, he only dared to use the word "Master".

For some reason, the appearance of the little ghost before his death appeared in Huo Jiyan's mind. At that time, he was not so pale and bloodless, nor so light and skinny. He had a tough outline, and the three-petal red lotus between his eyebrows was not covered by bangs. He cherishes words like gold, but every word is sonorous and powerful, not as illusory as it is now.

He couldn't see what his face looked like, as the kid once said - he never looked me in the eye.

It's very strange that Huo Jiyan has never seen the little ghost in his lifetime. Apart from having the body of the leader of the Buried Flower Cult, does he still hide his soul?

The little ghost gained some consciousness, and gradually hugged Huo Jiyan tightly, trying to make sure that the place where the skins of one person and one ghost touched would not be burned by magma.Huo Jiyan kept stroking the kid's back up and down, trying his best to prevent the magma from staying on the kid's body for too long.

The little ghost buried his head in his neck, and called softly: "Father."

Huo Jiyan: "..." This child may have lost his mind!

After the jailers above enjoyed the "feast" with great difficulty, they came over one after another to greet the ghosts to go up, but many ghosts had already been wiped out inside.

The ghosts who can survive are lined up under the guidance of the jailers. They look like golden dumplings. Every step they step on the ground has a gold-plated footprint. Writhing on the ground, his jailer whipped him viciously with a spiked whip, urging him to get out of the other ghost's way.

Huo Jiyan helped the little ghost up, and the little ghost lay on top of him limply. Fortunately, ghosts were lighter, otherwise Huo Jiyan doubted whether his 16-year-old body could support an adult.

The little ghost's body was also full of burn marks without exception. The upper body was fine, but the lower body was immersed in the deep magma temperature was relatively high, and Huo Jiyan couldn't cover it later, and many skins had already started to turn black.

The fat face saw the unbearable heart of the God, and explained: "It's okay, I won't die, this level will not affect the next life. The first floor of the magma hell is over."

This is the first floor of the magma hell. Every floor has to go through this kind of burning, and then wiped out a group of fierce ghosts who are eager to reincarnate. Huo Ji said sharply: "You know a fart, get out!"

Fat face: "..." Shangshen was angry, and the consequences would be serious, so hurry up and run away!

Huo Jiyan helped the little ghost to the "Ren" prison. The little ghost was completely naked, but the appearance of being blown into golden dumplings was not something that people could imagine.Huo Jiyan brushed the little ghost's shoulder, and the little ghost took a painful breath: "Oh~"

Huo Jiyan had no choice but to withdraw his hand, his gaze scanned the kid's whole body, if he followed this situation, he probably wouldn't be able to survive the magma hell on the second floor, if he couldn't survive it, he wouldn't be able to go to the Hall of Reincarnation, let alone be reincarnated as a human being !

Huo Jiyan put his head next to the little ghost, and gently blew on the place where he was more seriously injured.Originally, the kid's temperature must have been lower than his, but now it's different, Huo Jiyan's lightly blown air drives the airflow to feel a bit chilly and comfortable on the kid's body, and the kid sighed softly: "Huh~ "

Huo Ji hated listening to the little ghost's panting and misty nose and said helplessly: "It's all like this, can you be more serious!"

Kid: "..." I don't know who is thinking badly!

Huo Jiyan looked at the kid's closed eyes, trembling eyelashes covered his deep eyes, the bangs on his forehead hung to one side with his tilting his head, revealing three red lotus petals, and his crimson lips were cherry red .

Huo Jiyan wondered curiously, people after death will keep their appearance at the moment before death, those who hang themselves will show their long tongues; With those red lips, I really don't know how he died.

Ghosts do not have blood, and after being burned by magma, they are crumpled like burnt paper. To Huo Jiyan, this appearance of a beautiful young ghost has a very unbearable visual impact. What's more, such punishment will last for [-] consecutive rounds.

There must be some way!Even if it is a fallen god, it is impossible for the little ghost to be burned to ashes!

He stood up and walked out of the "human" prison, but he couldn't see the fat face. He must have been scared to death, so he pulled the jailer next door and asked, "Brother, you just let them be naked|naked like this." accept punishment?"

The jailer said disdainfully: "That's right, if their relatives kindly remember to burn a piece of clothing for them, we won't stop it. As for the punishment?" The jailer looked contemptuously at the ghosts he managed and said, "All of this is self-inflicted."

What the jailer said was not wrong, what was wrong with him during his lifetime, he paid it back after his death?But Huo Ji hated not wanting the kid to be in such pain, he would feel heartache... No, Luomoran Shangshen would feel heartache.He asked, "Is there any way you can relieve this pain?"

The jailer stared at him incredulously, and the eyeball rolled down. The jailer quickly caught it with his hands and put it into his eyes tremblingly, and said, "What? God wants to help him? You are violating our ulterior motives. The basic rules of the world!"

Huo Jiyan took out the flower cakes from his waist, fortunately they stayed in the prison before, otherwise these would become golden pancakes, he stuffed the remaining square cakes inside into the hands of the jailer and said with a smile : "Hey, how can I help him? Didn't I go down too? I accidentally didn't control my divine power, and I was injured a little bit. You said how can I be compared to a ghost as a god? You have to go out and meet people!"

The jailer took the cake and said with a smile as if he had never eaten the Bian Hua cake in eight lifetimes: "It's not that there is no way to alleviate the magma hell, it's just more troublesome, and generally no ghost will find this way."

Huo Jiyan asked curiously: "What method?"

The jailer couldn't wait to nibble on the flower cake and said: "There are eighteen layers in the Yin world, and each layer does not exist in isolation. A huge and tall tree grew in the Yin world, running from the No. 18 floor to the ground. This tree The name of the tree is 'Jingxu tree', and it keeps blooming for a long time, and there are thousands of flowers in it."

Huo Jiyan was a little puzzled. If he remembered correctly, the errand who brought him here once said that there are no flowers in the underworld, except for the Bana flowers blooming on the road of reincarnation. Bianhua doesn't have any other flowers? Could it be that the rumors are false?"

The jailer said mysteriously: "It's not that the rumor is false, but that the flower is false."

Huo Ji hated to cooperate with his muttering: "How do you say that?"

The jailer bit off the flower cake in one bite, and Huo Jiyan quickly handed over another piece. The jailer gnawed on the flower cake contentedly and said: "The so-called 'Jingxu tree' blooms are Jingxu flowers. This flower blooms like a tree, but almost all of them bloom. It is the flower in the mirror - commonly known as the 'false flower'. It can be seen and touched by us, but as soon as you pick it off, it will immediately become nothing. Only one flower out of thousands is real Only real flowers have the effect of relieving the heat of the magma hell."

Huo Jiyan continued to ask: "How can I tell the difference between the real flower and the fake flower?"

The jailer licked his fingers and said, "The difference is easy to distinguish. The real mirror flower has double petals, and the petals are covered by an inner layer and an outer layer, while the fake flower has only one layer. But it is so easy to distinguish the difference. Among the tens of thousands of flowers, it is almost impossible to find them in the world for more than ten years, if you really find them all at once, you will be considered extremely lucky."

Huo Jiyan looked at the flower cakes in his baggage, and besides two heart-shaped ones, there was only one square one left. He took out the square one and gave it to the jailer, and continued to ask: "Since there is such a treasure , have no ghosts coveted it before?"

The jailer smiled and took the flower cake unceremoniously and continued to gnaw: "How can it be called a treasure? I have never heard of this flower being useful for restraining the magma in the magma hell. Besides, those who need this flower must need it." Imps who are punished by the magma hell, this kind of ghosts cannot reach the Jingxu tree, even if they can go, they will not be able to climb up.

"It can be said to be the weakness of the entire underworld. It is connected to the ground and has light. Ordinary little ghosts can't even float there. Who would risk being burned by the sun to climb up to find an unknown flower? Flowers that don’t exist? They are also burned, but I think the pain of being burned by the sun will be greater.”

The jailer seemed to be terrified of the sun, curled his lips and shivered after speaking, and continued to gnaw on the flower cake.

Huo Jiyan is not a ghost, and naturally he is not afraid of the sun. As for climbing trees, it should not be difficult for him. Let's try his luck. Since he can be reborn after death, it shows that his luck is really good recently. If he finds it, he can Take it easy, kid, it's fine if you can't find it.

He didn't know why he had hope for such a slim result, and he didn't know why he had to let himself suffer to help the little ghost ease the pain of punishment. Maybe the little ghost gave him a different feeling from his father, queen, concubine and younger brothers. I feel that the little ghost's dependence on and communication with him is like a real friend, a friend like Xiao Huang.

Or maybe it's just Luomor Shangshen's nostalgia for the little ghost, and he felt it through the effect of empathy.Thinking of this reason, he was inexplicably a little more lost.

Under the guidance of the jailer, Huo Jiyan arrived at the location of the Jingxu tree. The roots of the Jingxu tree were intertwined, forcing out a series of big holes on the ground of the eighteenth floor of hell.

The tree trunk is surrounded by a hundred Huo Jihan, looking up, it can be seen as towering into the clouds, the sunlight shining in is too glaring, Huo Jihan narrowed his eyes slightly, and vaguely saw a familiar face on it.

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Everyone can guess how the kid died~_(:з」∠)_

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