The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

The short time that He Jilin stayed in the magic prison shocked those who knew it.

The magic prison will make those who enter it immersed in the pain of not getting what they want, and it is difficult to extricate themselves.Generally speaking, people with deeper obsessions will stay in it longer. For them, this is simply a kind of torture.

After He Jilin got out of the magic prison, Lu Qiuming arranged him in a yard and forbade anyone to visit him.

He Jilin sat quietly in the courtyard, thinking over and over what the "Lu Qiuming" who appeared in the prison had said, and kept asking himself, how can he get rid of his demons?Do you really want to train yourself to look like you have no emotions or desires?Since there is no emotion or desire, why pursue longevity?Since there is no emotion or desire, why should we care about human beings?Is it a monster?Isn't this a contradiction?

The magic prison told him that his inner demon was to go back to his parents, and he didn't want to see their heartbroken appearance, but he thought that this was not an inner demon, nor was it an obstacle in his cultivation, but a kind of goal and desire. power.

What's wrong with him continuing to practice for this goal?

Suddenly, the heart trembled, and the golden body at the dantian became stronger and nearly doubled. Only when the mental state was reached in the later stage, a beam of golden light shot into the room from the sky, completely covering He Jilin, and it took a long time to gradually dissipate.

He Jilin slowly opened his eyes, a smile couldn't help showing on his lips, he was He Jilin, not Jilin.

The golden light beam attracted the attention of many people. Of course, the happiest one was Jun Wu, who had become seventeen or eighteen years old, because he could finally not hide his voice.

Chunwu excitedly wanted to find He Jilin, but was stopped by the guards.

"Young Palace Master, there is an order from Your Honor that no one is allowed to enter."

Chun stared blankly at the guards, without saying a word, directly knocked them all to the ground, and went in to look for He Jilin openly.

He Jilin knew the movement outside the door long ago, opened the door, smiled at Chun Wu and said: "Chun Wu, come to visit as a teacher?"

Chun Wu grabbed his sleeve and entered the room, and said: "Master, are you okay in the magic prison?"

He Jilin replied with a smile: "It's nothing." Then he communicated with him with his spiritual sense: "Chunwu, yesterday's little benefactor Zhao was you?"

Chun Wu nodded.

"Did your father ask you to answer that?" He Jilin was thinking, is this Lu Qiuming using him to plan something?

A few days ago, many strongholds of the Demon Palace were destroyed. Recently, someone pretended to be someone from the Demon Palace and killed the owner of the Piaoxiu Pavilion and the elder of the Liujian Sect. Yesterday, someone pretended to be him and hurt Xiao Liu in the Demon Palace. Well, the person who can do this must have arranged an eyeliner in the Demon Palace, or maybe he himself is in the Demon Palace and knows a lot about the Demon Palace.

So who will this person be?

Because Chun Wu's behavior of ignoring the order angered Lu Qiuming, Lu Qiuming directly sent him out of the palace with Zhao Yuan and asked him to do more things.

Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan wandered around the territory for a few times, found out a few strongholds hidden by Zhengdao, and wiped them out.

"Chunwu, you are so much taller than me now, how did you grow so fast? Is it because of the special blood?" Zhao Yuan looked up at him and asked, his dark skin has faded now, making the original delicate facial features even more Looks good, at this moment the wide eyes are full of thirst for knowledge, which makes Chun Wu, who has always only been close to the master, feel a little satisfied.

I was always treated as a child by Master, but now I can treat others as children.

"En." He responded with a cold face, but in his heart he was expecting Zhao Yuan to continue asking.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yuan lowered his head and said "oh" in a low voice, and then there was no more text.

The two walked silently in the market. After a while, Zhao Yuan said aggrievedly: "Chun Wu, you will ignore me when you grow up. I hugged and kissed you when you were young."

Chun Wu stopped, reached out and touched Zhao Yuan's head, and said, "Now you are a child."

Zhao Yuan looked up at him, "That's right, I was so good to you when you were a child, but now that I am a child, you just ignore me."

Chun Wu thought for a while and said, "I didn't ignore you." He turned his head away, "Before, I couldn't talk."

"Why can't you talk?" Pulling him to a place where there are few people, he asked.

"Master taught me to shut up meditation. I was studying a few days ago and couldn't speak."

Zhao Yuan nodded half-understood, but he also figured out that Chun Wu didn't ignore him.

"Chun Wu, look! Is that Master Jilin?" Zhao Yuan tugged at his sleeve, and was about to go up to say hello.

Chun Wu pulled him back, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then with a look of joy on his face, he ran behind He Jilin who was not far away, and said cheerfully: "Master!"

He Jilin turned around, showing surprise, and said with a smile: "Chun Wu, little benefactor Zhao, why are you here?"

Before Chun Wu answered, Zhao Yuan said: "Master Jilin, Your Majesty sent us out to share some palace affairs, but you are not His Majesty...how are you here?"

He Jilin didn't answer, Chunwu happily asked: "Master, is it because father doesn't pursue it anymore? Do you have the same mission as us when you come out? Can disciple go with you?"

"I want to go too!" Zhao Yuan followed up.

He Jilin smiled lightly and said: "Chunwu, I do have important things to do as a teacher, but it's just not convenient for me to take you with me."

Chun Wu listened, nodded his head in a sensible way, and said to He Jilin: "After the master returns to the palace, the apprentice will go to find the master."

"Okay." He Jilin nodded and smiled, then left lightly.

After He Jilin traveled far away, Zhao Yuan suddenly asked suspiciously: "Chunwu, did Master Jilin really hurt Master Six?"

Chun Wuhui said: "Why do you ask this? It's important to do things!"

Zhao Yuan said in a low voice: "But I heard people in the palace say that Master Jilin still has righteousness in his heart and has a grudge against the Demon Palace. If he hurts Master Six now, he may hurt His Majesty in the future."

Chun Wu continued to walk forward, and asked coldly: "Then what do you think?"

Zhao Yuan said: "I don't think Master Jilin is that kind of person, he can't hurt Master Six, let alone His Highness!"

Chun Wu listened, showed a smile, rubbed his head, and said: "Not bad."

Zhao Yuan also grinned.

In the next few days, the two were still cleaning up the spies of the righteous way under the jurisdiction of the Demon Palace, and unexpectedly met He Jilin again, but this time He Jilin obviously had something wrong, and fled away like lightning.

"Master Ji Lin, what's the matter?" Zhao Yuan asked suspiciously.

Chun Wu shook his head deeply.

After a while, a group of people approached not far away, and Zhao Yuan said, "It's the second master!"

Chun Wu pulled him back and ran into the man with the scar. The man with the scar saw Chun Wu and saluted, "This subordinate has seen the Young Palace Master."

Chun Wu nodded coldly, "Where are you going?"

The scarred man replied: "It is inconvenient to explain this matter here, please forgive me, Young Palace Master."

"Well, then I'll be with you."

The man with the scar said respectfully: "Young Palace Master, please."

When they came to a courtyard, the man with the scar waved his hand, and some of the subordinates behind him broke into the door directly, while others surrounded the courtyard.

"Search!" the man with the scar ordered.

Chun Wu stood beside him and asked, "The stronghold of righteous way?"

The man with the scar was about to answer when an exclamation came from the back room: "My lord!"

He immediately stepped into the house, followed by Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan.

"Xiao Si!" There was a seriously injured person lying in the room, it was Xiao Si, one of Lu Qiuming's personal guards.

The man with the scar showed grief and indignation, he picked up Xiao Si, and said, "Hurry up and go back to the palace for treatment!"

He walked out of the house quickly, walked to the courtyard, suddenly let out a "huh" and couldn't help moving his left foot.

I saw another wooden sculpture nearly a finger long lying on the ground where he had stepped on.

He signaled his subordinates to pick it up, and said, "Take it!"

A group of people hurried back to the Demon Palace, the man with the scar sent Xiao Si to Feihan Hospital for treatment, and Lu Qiuming also came over after receiving the news.

"What exactly happened?" Lu Qiuming asked in a deep voice, his eyes gliding over the scarred man, Chun Wu, and Zhao Yuan.

The scarred man replied: "My lord, my subordinates and Xiao Si routinely searched for the stronghold of the Righteous Path. After investigation, we found a house that was suspected to be a stronghold. The subordinate asked Xiao Si to guard outside first, and arrange some by myself." The magic soldiers went there, but I didn't expect that when we went, Xiao Liu was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and there was no one else in the house." When he said this, his face showed self-blame and shame.

Lu Qiuming asked: "Do you know which sect's stronghold?"

The man with the scar shook his head and knelt down: "This subordinate is useless, if you haven't checked clearly, please punish me!"

Lu Qiuming ordered him to stand up, and continued to ask: "Is there any clue?"

The man with the scar got up and replied: "Because this subordinate was in a hurry to return to the palace to send Xiaosi to see a doctor, he did not search further."

"My lord! I found this in the courtyard, but I don't know what it is." A magic soldier suddenly knelt down and offered a wooden carving with both hands.

At this time, Fei Han happened to be treating Xiao Si, and when he came out of the house, he said, "This wood carving seems familiar."

Lu Qiuming took it over and observed it carefully for a long time, and said: "You are the one engraved, how can you not be familiar with it?"

Fei Han took a closer look and said in surprise, "It's indeed a subordinate, but the wood carving seems to be unfinished."

As far as the knife skills and techniques of this wood carving are concerned, Lu Qiuming can tell at a glance that it is He Jilin's work.

It's not that no one knows about Buddha's ability to carve, let alone Fei Han, who doesn't know that Buddha has a close relationship with Fei Han?

Fei Han was surprised.

The man with the scar seemed to have thought of this too, and was speechless for a while.

"It's still tainted with Ji Lin's breath." Fei Han said suddenly.

The man with the scar seemed to have thought of something, and asked Lu Qiuming, "Your Majesty, I would like to ask, is Buddha in the palace today?"

"Why do you ask this question?" Lu Qiuming asked slowly, rubbing the wood carving in his palm.

The man with the scar replied: "This subordinate seems to have seen the Buddha's figure outside the palace today."