Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

"What are you doing if you don't sleep at night?"

The prison guard in the duty room heard the commotion and came to the cell door and cursed: "Wang Daguo, you are so fucked up again. Do you know the identity of the new guy? He is the initiator of the Yuncheng rape and murder case. If there is another round of total confinement, room!"

After saying that, he didn't care about the situation inside and returned to the duty room to rest.

Wang Daguo stopped unloading the bed pole to use as a stick and stared at Zhao Yi in disbelief: "You are a suspect in the rape and murder case... How do you know my name!"

Zhao Yi did not answer, ignored Wang Daguo, and continued to make the bed.

Wang Daguo, who had been scolded by the prison guard, did not dare to continue no matter how unwilling he was. The solitary cell was really not a place for people to stay. Anyway, this boy was with him, and there would be many opportunities for him to have sex in the future!

"How dare you curse me to death? You really think you are a fortune teller. Sooner or later you will kneel down and beg me!"

Wang Daguo, who was already lying back on the bed, stared at Zhao Yi with a fierce look.

After you enjoy it yourself, share it with a few big guys, and you will probably get He Huazi.

Although Zhao Yi committed a serious crime, none of the people who may be locked up in the same cell with him are simple things. They are all big criminals who started in the past thirty years.

He's just a mentally deformed rapist and murderer, and he's wearing special handcuffs and shackles. What kind of trouble can he make?

After Zhao Yi finished making the bed, he also lay down on it. Although he was a little nervous and the handcuffs and shackles were very uncomfortable, his attention was now on the ancient bronze book in his mind.

His act of burning incense just now really awakened the ancient bronze book!

The ancient bronze book exudes ancient vicissitudes. The front is always shrouded in fog, and the ancient patterns on the back are covered with rust.

When Wang Daguo was kicked out, the fog shrouding the front of the ancient book dissipated, and his name appeared on it. All the past from his birth to the present, the biggest secret hidden in his heart, and what will happen in the future, were all revealed in front of Zhao Yi A bird's eye view!

Zhao Yi clearly saw that Wang Dali would die of congenital heart disease at three o'clock in the morning tonight!

Zhao Yi, lying on the bed, looked at the bright waning moon through the special iron window.

The moment he awakened the ancient bronze book, he knew the name of the object.

"Book of Life and Death!"

It has the same name as the treasure of Yama in the Ten Palaces of the Underworld in Daxia mythology. Even Zhao Yi suspected that the two were actually the same thing.

All creatures in the world are born and die, and none of them can escape the inclusion of the Book of Life and Death.

But only unable to see his own trajectory, when Zhao Yi looked at himself, he found that the past and future were blinded, and he could not see anything clearly.

In addition, he also discovered that the Book of Life and Death is a priceless treasure!

"From the birth of the universe to the present, as long as there have been magic arts related to spiritual practice, even those that have been lost in the long river of history, they have been copied and reproduced in the Book of Life and Death... Now they are all mine."

Zhao Yi murmured at the corner of his mouth that the act of burning incense just now was recognized by the Book of Life and Death.

"Cultivation is a long and boring process. Ordinary people have worked hard for decades. If they can even scratch the surface of cultivation, it is a blessing that they have cultivated for ten lifetimes. Those who can get a glimpse of the path will all have great luck!"

The first realm is called the realm of transformation.

It means to shed all the mortal things and become a true monk!

It requires the experience of awakening the true spirit, opening up the five divine treasures in the human body, and shaping the divine fetus before it can be called complete.

At that time, the lifespan can reach 500 years, and you can ride the wind and control the energy and enjoy the world!

"The universe is so vast, the boundless starry sky, and the number of skills in the Ganges River. Just looking at the list, I don't know how much time it will take!"

Zhao Yi can read page after page as long as he uses his consciousness to urge it.

What he needs now is the skills of the Mortal Transformation Realm. Many powerful magical powers are limited by the realm, and he has to wait until he has the opportunity to practice them in the future.

Suo Xing's Book of Life and Death is very spiritual. As long as Zhao Yi limits the range in his mind, he can eliminate inappropriate techniques, and whatever remains can be successfully practiced.

A mysterious art called the Immortal Burning Sutra attracted Zhao Yi's attention.

The Immortal Burning Sutra is about a Taoist divine silkworm who passed through nirvana nine times a hundred thousand years ago. He mistakenly entered a tomb where an immortal was suspected to be buried. He saw the runes on a stone tablet and lost most of his life before escaping.

When I wanted to practice this sutra, I found that I had to start from scratch, which became a lifelong regret.

Zhao Yi's understanding is not bad and he got started quickly.

What the Burning Immortal Sutra emphasizes is swallowing everything, as long as it has energy and matter.

The strong yin energy in the prison became excellent nourishment.

Zhao Yi, who was wearing handcuffs and shackles, had his body shape greatly affected. He tried hard to cross his legs and made obscure gestures with his palms.

Then the yin energy around him was drawn in continuously.

After being repeatedly refined and transformed into the most original essence, it penetrates through the pores of the skin and turns into solid essence, which travels through the internal organs and the eight extraordinary meridians, and finally converges at the center of the eyebrows!

The other prisoners all looked at the cultivating Zhao Yi as if they were crazy.

Could it be that he became insane after being sentenced?

I have to tell the prison guards tomorrow that it is not illegal for Mader to kill someone with mental illness, and because his psychology is abnormal, he will be taken away by them in the middle of the night!

After watching dryly for five or six minutes, after working on sewing machines all day long, the seven prisoners couldn't keep their eyes open, and soon they began to snore one after another.

Unconsciously, it was late in the night when Zhao Yi heard the bed next to him creaking. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Daguo who was about to slap him.

At this moment, his expression was extremely painful, his breathing was as fast as a bellows, and he was about to have a pig liver face.

Zhao Yi and Wang Daguo looked at each other, then closed their eyes and continued practicing.

Those who framed him will never give up. It won't be long before they take action again.

Although I don’t know what they want from Fulong Mountain, Zhao Yi will never let them succeed!

Only when you are strong can you have the leverage to fight!

As for Wang Daguo...

I was born with a heart attack, and the book of life and death showed that I was destined to die.

Besides, living is a disaster for oneself, so it is better to go and be reincarnated as soon as possible.

When the first ray of dawn shone on his face through the window, Zhao Yi realized that he had not slept all night. When he got up, not only was he not tired, but he was stronger than ever before!

When the six prisoners heard the wake-up call, they also got up one after another, got up mechanically, dressed and washed themselves, folded their quilts into tofu blocks, and waited for the prison guard to inspect them.

After checking, have breakfast, and then go to work on the sewing machine.

A prisoner who had a friendly relationship with Wang Daguo saw that the prison guard was about to come over to check, but Wang Daguo was still lying on the bed without moving, so he walked over and patted his shoulder gently.

"Huh!"

"Why did you sleep so hard? I injected a few rounds last night."

The prisoner laughed mischievously a few times, thinking that he couldn't open Zhao Yi's pussy last night, so he did it a few times under the quilt.

"Get up quickly and tidy up the house!"

"I don't know what happened to Hu Laohu recently. His temper is as bad as gunpowder. If you dare to stay in bed, I will definitely put you in solitary confinement!"

Hu Laohu was the prison guard on duty last night.

His real name is Hu Xiaokang, and he has a notoriously bad temper. He can scare the prisoners with every cough, so he got this nickname.

Seeing that Wang Daguo still didn't respond, the other prisoners realized something was wrong and came over and pushed him hard.

"Dead people!!!"

A scream rang out from Cell No. 56, which immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding cells. Hu Xiaokang, who had been working the night shift, rushed in running with dark circles under his eyes.

He looked at Wang Daguo, whose lips were blue and purple, had stopped breathing, and whose body was swollen with edema. He shouted with all his strength: "No one is allowed to leave the room until the results of the investigation come out!"