How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

"You are very noisy." A lazy voice sounded from the other side of the bars.

"Who's talking?" the man who had just been imprisoned shouted.He looked around vigilantly, the sound was all around him, but he didn't notice it beforehand, his cultivation was definitely not so dull, it was terrifying.

"Xin Qi, don't make noise, just write it on the first page of the prison rules. When the superintendent preached, were you not listening or were you deaf?"

"Well—" the man named Xin Qi was about to refute, when he suddenly groaned.Ever since he came in, he had an unknown tingling pain on his back, like a needle prick, and the pain was more and more painful. He adjusted his breath for a while before saying, "Who are you?"

"I live next door to you, so of course it's Xin Liu."

"Your name is Xin Liu, you came in earlier than me?"

"Is it true that I entered earlier than you, it's hard to say how much earlier."

Xin Qi was stabbed hard again, he couldn't stand firmly, he could only stand against the wall, staring at the next door and asking: "How do you say that?"

"Here, some people don't die after coming here for a long time, and some people die soon after they come here. The corpses are carried out one by one by the superintendent. I have already seen how many people died in this prison cell named Xin Qi that you locked. Can not remember."

Xin Qi was terrified for a while, and the surroundings were pitch black. Hearing what Xin Liuyi said, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be countless blood stains on the black wall. Said: "How long have you been here?"

"How long has it been..." Xin Liujuan said, "There is no sun here, and the seasons are changeable. Who can remember the year and month. What year and month is it outside?"

"The Year of Wuxu."

Xin Liu was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "It's been 50 years."

"50 years? 50 years ago, when the chaos changed, countless devils and sinners were brought here. You are the devil or the way, what is your name?"

"Come here to divide demons, Taoism, surname, and first name." Xin Liu sneered, "Is your brain not very good, how many times do you need to remember that my name is Xin Liu?"

Xin Qi wanted to stab back a few words, but felt a sharp pain, and reluctantly asked, "I'm asking about your original name."

"The people who come here are all people who have turned their backs after all their past has been done away with. What they did yesterday is like dying yesterday; what they do today is like being born today. The people here have all been removed from the books of immortals and demons. , what is the use of the name in front of you?"

Xin Liu spoke slowly, his tone was low and his speed was slow, but he didn't feel depressed, but he felt comfortable, as if he was not in a dark prison, but in a dark prison. Next to the willow.

The voice seemed to have a miraculous effect, Xin Qi actually gathered some energy when he heard it, and then silently recited a section of the unique Heart Sutra, saying: "Jiehuangshan can detain me, but it can't make me forget who I am. I have a famous name, but It doesn't mean that it can be removed—" There was another sharp pain in the spine, "——it can be removed."

Xin Liu chuckled, and said: "It's better for young people to be careful when they speak. Avoiding arrogance is not a huge evil. Those who are not famous enough, or whose crimes are not serious enough, are probably not qualified to go to this prison. Anyone here People outside are all characters who can stop children from crying at night. Young people, you don’t know how to die so fast!”

Could it be that the people here still fight among themselves?Xin Qi suddenly became alert, he looked around, the surroundings were so dark and sticky that people's eyes and ears were frozen, the cells lined up in rows were dark, and it was impossible to see if there was anyone inside, and he could barely see a few lights every other section. There seem to be no gas lamps.It's not so much a lamp, it's better called a will-o'-the-wisp, with a faint blue light, erratic, unable to illuminate the road at all, but it makes the place even more depressing, making people's bones chill.

What made Xin Qi even more frightened was that the tingling sensation began to climb up his spine and spread to his limbs and bones. .

His spiritual power has been restricted since he was imprisoned, and he could barely suppress it by reciting the Heart Sutra. However, as the pain intensified, the effect of the Heart Sutra became limited. He calmly said: "You can't scare me, I haven't seen any big storms! And you and others are locked up, so what can I do?"

The black shadow shut next door moved, as if changing its position, and after a while, it smiled and said: "You are right, I really can't do anything to you. Oh, but, in a few days, you You should beg me to speak, and then don’t regret it.”

"Prison rules do not prohibit talking, why should I beg you?"

Xin Liu chuckled and said, "Speech is of course free. As long as you don't make noise, no one will stop you. And - here, there is no need to regulate speech at all. Now you are probably living as if you are talking now, right?"

"You also have acupuncture pain?!"

"Abstaining from the Acupuncture on Mount Absurd, haven't you heard of it?" Xin Liuxiang sneered when he heard something funny, "You can talk to me for half a day, but it's not easy. What method do you use?"

"Unique Heart Sutra."

"Signed."

"Shangxie Heart Sutra."

Xin Liu was silent for a while, and then slowly asked: "Where is the master?"

"I don't have a teacher...I collected Lu Guimen's...scattered manuscripts and pieced them together myself." Xin Qi's words became more and more difficult.

Xin Liu was silent again, and smiled disdainfully: "Lu Guimen?"

"Lu Guimen, Lu Shu, haven't you heard of it?" Xin Qi asked back, if it wasn't for the difficulty of speaking, he would have laughed at Xin Liu loudly.

Today, 50 years later, the name of Lu Shu still makes monks terrified, not to mention 50 years ago when Lu Shu was so powerful in the world.Xin Liu said that he came here 50 years ago, but he didn't seem to have heard of Lu Shu. This is not only ignorant, but also ignorant.

Xin Liu said casually: "Do you need to hear it?"

Xin Qi heard that his tone didn't show any respect or fear, and asked in a strange way: "You...could it be..."

Xin Liu laughed out loud, "Exactly what kind of hell are you talking about?"

Xin Qi warned: "He - is not - a thing."

Xin Liu felt it was even more funny: "Here, don't ask about your past, whoever you are. After you come in, it's just a serial number. Regardless of Lu Shu, Wang Shu, Li Shu, there is none here."

"Then is he still alive?"

"If you don't even know who is who, how can you talk about life and death?"

There was another sharp pain, and Xin Qi knelt down on the ground, sitting awkwardly. He admired Lu Shu since he was a child, and couldn't accept the result for a while. After a moment of dejection, he said without thinking, "My name is Xiao Shu."

"Xiao Shu?" Xin Liu guessed that Xin Qi was having difficulty pronouncing words at this time, and said for him, "Did you use Lu Shu's name?"

"Yes."

"What is your relationship with Lu Shu?"

"No family, no reason."

"Want to learn from Lu Shu to reach the sky in one step?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"Learn what?"

"Who in this world can become the second Lu Guimen?" Xin Qi suddenly wanted to say something, resisted the stinging pain, and said word by word, "I only wish that I was born in that year, if I could enter him Under the devil's command, listen to his orders, and help him unify the two realms of immortality and demons, and reach the pinnacle of immortality."

"You really think highly of him." Xin Liu burst out laughing, "The two ways of immortality and devil are self-contained systems, who can control the other. I have lived 50 years longer than you, and I have never heard of anyone who wanted to control the other. It is really ridiculous to end up spending the rest of your life behind bars here."

Xin Liu's tone was smiling, but it caused Xin Qi to feel unreasonable apprehension, as if someone scolded him by ear, and he dared not refute for a while.

There is a long aisle in the middle of Jiewangshan Superintendent. At the end of the aisle is a door. Every night, the door will be opened. There is a dim oil lamp in front of the door. After the light is on, the cell doors will be opened one by one. Go to the lamp.

They lowered their heads, half of their numb faces were looming, and they had no communication with each other. They dragged strangely regular and heavy ankle chains, like walking dead.

Xin Qi also walked towards the lamp, and the closer he was to the lamp, the less pain he felt in his body. When he raised his eyes to look at Xin Liu in front of him, he froze for a moment.

The people further ahead all bowed their heads and bowed their heads, while Xin Liu stood upright. In prison, but listening to the wind and enjoying the scenery.

In fact, the iron chains on the feet are extremely heavy, and every step is as difficult as moving a mountain. In addition, the needle torture on Jiehuangshan is all-pervasive. It is so painful that I curl up to feel more comfortable, and when I stand up straight, my internal organs are exposed. Life is worse than death. Xin Qi is still suffering, but he doesn't know how Xin Liu supports it.

What's even weirder is that Xin Liu's hands are hanging limply on his sides. When he walks, he turns and wobbles, and the sleeves on both sides shake mechanically like puppets. It seems that both hands and legs are disabled. What?

Xin Qi wanted to ask, but what was waiting for them outside the door was endless hard labor, endless black mines, all of them were working hard, and they couldn't even see each other's faces, let alone talk. .

However, Xin Qi can be sure that Xin Liu is not Lu Shu—because Lu Guimen is not disabled.

Back in the cell, Xin Qi was exhausted, but he still couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

You talk so much and stand so straight, doesn't it hurt?

Xin Liu understood the meaning behind the words, and lazily said: "It hurts, but I can't learn to bow my head, so I can only ask for trouble. And why are you bowing your head, because you want to go out?"

"Yes."

Xin Liu sneered: "How many times do I have to say this? This mountain is called Jiewang Mountain! There is a mighty body and bones of Jing Xingzong in the past dynasties on the mountain who suppressed it. The living people come in this prison and the dead people go out. You can be a great prisoner!" With supernatural powers, when you come here, your inner alchemy will disappear and you will return to a mortal, and you will live, grow old, get sick and die within a few dozen years. I advise you, don’t dream of seeing the light of day again, rather than thinking about preserving your strength, it’s better to die early and be reborn sooner.”

Xin Liu spoke for a long time, but he didn't stop, there was blood froth in the middle, and he swallowed.He waited for a while, but before Xin Qi could answer, he knew that Xin Qi was suffering from the torture of needles, so he continued, "It's not as good as me."

Xin Qi listened in a daze, seemed to understand, but didn't seem to understand, he waited for a long time, but Xin Liu didn't speak again, he suddenly wanted to know how Xin Liu got in, so he said with difficulty: "Who caught..."

It was not difficult for Xin Liu to guess Xin Qi's unfinished words. He tilted his head and thought for a long time, his mind was at a loss, and he murmured: "Who caught me... I can't remember, and who caught you?"

"Wash...wash Chen."

"Reverend Xichen..." Xin Liu thought for a while, as if he had been put in shackles by that person back then, and said, "Remember, he was the one who arrested me."

As soon as the words were finished, Xin Liu coughed in a low voice, choking thick liquid out of his throat, he wiped it off casually, turned over, looked at the dark top, and thought aimlessly: 50 years.

He has long been unable to feel any spiritual fluctuations in his body. Although he has used the evil heart sutra to clear his mind for many years, the past things are still inevitably forgotten. The past years are blurred and yellowed. It doesn't matter who tied him up. Everyone is about to forget.

Xin Liu knew that his life was not long.

About ten years ago, he began to feel less inner alchemy.Neidan faded away and turned back to a mortal. His body aged rapidly, and he was uncompromising, so the process was accelerated several times.

About time.

Xin Liu kept his eyes open that night, and in the middle of the night, when he was dying, there was a sound of unhurried footsteps.This voice has been heard every night for the past 50 years. At first he thought that everyone could hear it, but gradually he realized that only he could.That person came every night in the middle of the night and didn't say anything, just stood in front of his prison door. He tried to talk to that person, but he couldn't move his mouth and limbs. It was the person who restrained him, and the person didn't want to communicate with him. .

Who is it?

The only people who can travel in Jiewang Mountain and can also display spiritual power are the people of Jing Xingzong.

And still powerful.

This person did not know why he came here, and he did nothing when he came, it was inexplicable.

He didn't feel that he had any friendship with Jing Xingzong, but there was no one to talk to here, so it would be nice to have someone to accompany him for nothing.

I can't speak because I can't speak.

The man didn't know whether he was dumb or deaf, and he never spoke.

But today Xin Liu really wanted to say something. There was a fishy smell in his throat, and the foam of blood kept coming up. It was thick and bitter. This is what the blood of a dying person is about to coagulate. He has no strength to swallow it anymore. , and didn’t bother to wipe it off, he opened his mouth, unexpectedly heard his own voice, and was able to speak, presumably the other party also knew that he had reached the limit, so he lifted the restraint.

Xin Liu said with difficulty: "You come to see me every day, what do you see?"

The man asked back, "Why do you want to seek your own death?"

"Heh—" Xin Liu sneered, "The only thing that is difficult through the ages is death, so what's the difficulty for you to die?"

"If you are not afraid of death, what is there to be afraid of? There is no need to be like this."

"A golden elixir, a body, 50 years in prison, and another pair of primordial spirits are enough to cover the sins of the past. No matter how much you want, I don't want to give it. After that, everything should be up to me." It’s better to be in charge of yourself.”

"Don't go to hell."

Hearing this, Xin Liu was taken aback. How did this person know?After thinking about it, Jing Xingzong was able to cast a net for him back then, so he naturally knew him well, so he laughed and said: "You can't control this."

"The way of ghosts ends, they cannot rest in peace, and there is no afterlife."

"Don't ask for an afterlife."

"Ten thousand ghosts and one king, the rest are king's meal."

"The king of bento ghosts."

"The ghost king also has a day of extinction. From then on, his bones will be destroyed and his ashes will be wiped out."

"That's just right," Xin Liu burst out laughing, "It's all clean, it's all over."

"There is no way out."

"I never retreat."

"A ghostly path to a dead end."

"It's not good to be a ghost. Isn't it good to enter reincarnation? Change into a new shell and a new soul, but you are no longer the self in this life. The things in this life are not over, how can I seek the next life? And, in my opinion, being a ghost is worse than being a human being."

"Why is this?"

"It is true that this is the end. If you have time to persuade me, it is better to ask Shang Xie."

The evil is the sky, who can ask the will of heaven?Then there is nothing to say.Xin Liu once wanted to ask who this person was and why he came here, but these were not important anymore. After a long silence, he felt the enchantment loosen, the pain surged up again, his internal organs were exhausted, and it was difficult to breathe. After looking in the dark for a while, his eyes were completely blurred, his pupils began to dilate, and he asked subconsciously, "Are the maple leaves in Qiyun Mountain red?"

The man didn't seem to expect that he would ask such an unimportant matter at the last moment, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Half a month ago, there were red leaves, and now the mountains are full of red."

Xin Liuyao thought about the scene for a moment, and twitched the corners of his mouth, as if smiling: "Can I be buried in Qiyun Mountain after I die?"

The man fell silent.

Xin Liu smiled wryly and said: "I forgot that the evil body's bones and blood are not allowed to flow out. Even if my golden core is shattered and the primordial spirit dies, my flesh and blood will be burned to the ground. I will suppress it forever until it turns into dust." He paused for a while. , I had nothing to say for a long time, and finally said three words softly: "No need."

There is no need for anything.

His breathing gradually slowed down, and the man kept listening. Xin Liu had no intention of talking to him, but the man said to himself, "I'll see you off."

He added: "I know what you want to explain."

Then said: "Lu Bingshi, don't worry."

Bing Shi is Lu Shu's nickname, Lu Shu has a frightening nickname "Ghost Gate Demon King", known as "Lu Guimen", but his nickname Bing Shi is rarely called.

At this moment, this generation of demon king Lu Guimen who used to call the wind and rain is lifeless.When the death lamp goes out, his primordial spirit slowly goes out, and his eyes stare at the dark top of the sky, seemingly far and near. At the moment of silence, there is no sound, and there is a flash of light in his dark eyes, as if there are stars and the sea whizzing away. Pass.

When that moment came, he murmured very softly: "Mother, Shu'er is so tired." The words, which were lighter than a sigh, dissipated with the stillness of the primordial spirit.

The mighty Lu Guimen cried out not for pain but for tiredness after being subjected to the death penalty.