Celestial being

"It was the elder who led the disciple to the path of seeking immortality and gave me the strength and status I have today. How dare the disciple bear grudge against the elder." The one-horned man kowtowed.

Elder Hai looked at the one-horned man with disappointment in his eyes: "Even now, you still refuse to call me father, and you still refuse to acknowledge your ancestors and return to your clan. What do you want from me before you give up?"

The one-horned man was silent for a moment, and then said: "If you want me to recognize my ancestors, you want me to change the surname and first name on the genealogy. But since I was a child, I only have the name Fang Dafu, and my mother only remembers it." This name is my past and your past. You want to abandon it, but I dare not forget it."

"Hey, Fu'er, when I was a father, I had many enemies. I had no choice but to leave you, mother and son. Why can't you understand my difficulties?" Elder Hai sighed.

Fang Dafu lowered his head and was silent for a long time before he suddenly stood up, looked directly at Elder Hai and shouted loudly: "You have your own difficulties, but who can understand the difficulties of our mother and son?"

"During the twelfth lunar month of winter, my mother was afraid that I would catch the cold, so she braved the heavy snow to get a piece of coal. Have you ever experienced that coldness? When I first started to be ignorant, my mother knelt outside the private school for a whole night, begging him to teach me how to read. Have you ever been so humiliated? When she was taking the imperial examination, she was seriously ill and unable to treat her, but she was still afraid that I would worry. She was obviously very ill, but she still forced a smile. Have you ever had such an experience?"

"This scene, every piece of it, has been engraved on my name and will never be erased. But now you want to change it. Have you ever considered my feelings and the feelings of my mother's spirit in heaven? Disciple said this, losing the red gold centipede is the first sin of the disciple. If the elder wants to punish him, the disciple will have no complaints."

Fang Dafu seemed to want to vent his long-suppressed emotions. He said so many words in one breath. Perhaps due to excitement, his chest kept rising and falling.

After saying that, he still looked directly at Elder Hai, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Elder Hai looked into his son's eyes, his lips moved slightly, and the words he filled his mouth fell to his lips, but in the end they turned into a long sigh.

"That's all, this matter has been revealed, you can go down."

Hearing this, the one-horned man stood up straight, cupped his hands towards Elder Hai, and then turned around and left without looking back.

…

That night, Zuo Qinghui took advantage of the darkness to release the soul crow. He was about to leave the dormitory and search for Ulu's whereabouts in the mine. But before he went out, he noticed some movement in a bedroom.

The ghost immediately stepped forward to check. After passing through the door, he found that it was Xu Che who was staying inside.

At this time, he was kneeling in front of the low table, facing a plain portrait on the table, crying with tears streaming down his face.

"Mom, my child is unfilial and has failed to live up to your expectations. Not only has he failed to make a name for himself since he entered the path of immortality, but he has also been deceived and imprisoned by evil people, bringing disgrace to my Xu family."

"My child has not been very talented since I was a child. It was you who brought me back to your parents' home, raised me up by yourself, and even earned me a bit of immortality. I hate that my uncle's family was so ruthless that after your death, in order to seize the family property, they deliberately fabricated charges and incarcerated When it comes to the child, the child is forced to escape from the Zhao Kingdom. He originally thought that he would cultivate the pill and go back to take revenge in the future, but now he accidentally becomes a prisoner. The only way out is to help the tiger."

"But mother, you said that I, the son of the Xu family, should not bow down and be a slave to others, nor be evil, slanderous, and harmful to others. Now... I really have no choice now. After thinking about it, there is only one option. There is a way to go.”

Xu Che said, kowtowed heavily to the portrait several times, and then placed his hand on his heart.

"Mom, I still remember the fairy tale book you read to me when I was a child. There was a story about a sparrow. Although this bird is ordinary, it has a particularly strong temper. If it is trapped in a cage, it will definitely hit the cage with its body. , until death, someone who understands the language of beasts asked the bird why it was like this. The bird said, if it can't fly freely in the sky with its back and two wings - "

"Then we can only bury him in the ground." The voice rang in Xu Che's mind, making him jump up in shock.

Xu Che looked around and asked nervously: "Who is it? Who is where?"

However, there was no one in the house.

Just when Xu Che was talking to himself, the transparent soul crow transformed from Yuan Ming's split soul penetrated into his body and possessed him.

Yuan Ming originally came to save Wulu, but now he saw someone who would rather die than surrender, but he couldn't just die without saving him.

Normally, when a divided soul possesses a living person, it will deliberately suppress its original soul and consciousness, causing him to fall into a vague state of half-dream and half-awake. In this way, even if the divided soul gives up its possession, the person will only feel the feeling that he just had for a while. In a daze, nothing unusual will be found.

But this kind of suppression is controllable. Just like now, the split soul has not suppressed Xu Che's consciousness, allowing him to communicate with the split soul in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Of course, Xu Che was not aware of the existence of the split soul. For him, this kind of communication was even akin to transmitting sounds into secrets, and would not be associated with soul cultivators.

Seeing that Xu Che was still nervous, the split soul immediately comforted him: "You don't need to panic. I'm not here at the moment. I just sensed your desire for freedom and just sent the message to you."

"You...who are you?" Xu Che asked.

"I am the god of the underworld, the god who saves the world and the god who guides everyone to pursue freedom." The split soul replied.

"God? Are you Nascent Soul... no, or a pill-forming monk?" Xu Che's mood gradually calmed down. Like most monks, he did not believe in the existence of gods.

In other words, in their perception, those who claim to be gods are just more powerful monks.

However, the split soul laughed twice and asked: "The so-called god is a person who is born in response to everyone's prayers and responds to everyone's vision. For those who are dying due to lack of water in the desert, he can provide them with water. The person who is in trouble is a god, and for those who are in prison, the person who can save them from the sea of ​​suffering is a god."

Xu Che swallowed: "You mean, you are willing to rescue me?"

"Yes, as long as you are willing to offer your faith to me, spread my name, and save more people from fire and water, I will send down my divine power to save all suffering beings." Split Soul said.

Hearing this, Xu Che's eyes flashed with vigilance, but soon, this vigilance disappeared.

He is now desperate, otherwise he would not think of committing suicide. Any escape opportunity in front of him is a life-saving straw that he must not give up.

"Okay, I promise you, what should I do next?" Xu Che nodded and made a decision.

"Just pray sincerely every day, and my messenger will tell you the rest." The voice of the separated soul gradually faded away.

"Who is the messenger? How can I find him?" Xu Che asked quickly.

"Zuo Qinghui."

The voice of the separated soul completely disappeared. Xu Che stood there in the room, lowered his head and thought for a long time. Finally, he took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the sky.

"My Lord Ming Yue, believer Xu Che, prays for your grace..."

…

Time is near Zi Shi.

In the mine, the lighting instruments on the dome emit a faint light, like a bright moon in the sky, shedding silver light on the earth.

A soul crow shuttled between the stone houses, looking for traces of Ulu.

The entire mine is shrouded in a huge formation, similar to the sand-trapped city. This formation can not only resist the erosion of the evil spirit brought by the black wind, but also block the use of earth escape techniques.

Of course, those extending mine tunnels are not covered by the formation, so whenever a monk wants to go down into the mine tunnel to mine, there will be a monk supervisor accompanying him.

But now, it is late at night, and the supervisors have all returned to their residences, leaving only a few people guarding the entrance and exit to the dormitory area where the monks and slaves live. If you want to find someone, this is the perfect time.

The guards did not restrict the activities of the monk slaves in the dormitory area. However, after a tiring day, most of the slaves would not wander around at this time. They would go back to the house early to rest in order to cope with the day after day. boring work.

But not everyone can endure this boring and dark life.

The suppressed irritability in their hearts longs to be vented, either towards themselves or towards others.

In the past, there were many people like Xu Che who were overwhelmed by the desperate reality and chose to commit suicide. Therefore, the Guiyuan Sect specially set aside an area deep in the dormitory to build a fighting arena for the mining slaves to vent their dissatisfaction. .

This is not out of pity for the mining slaves, but from their cherishment of the mining tools.

The ghost wandered over the dormitory area, and soon discovered a unique building with torches on and bustling with people.

It has a ring-shaped structure as a whole, with the outside high and the inside low. There are many people sitting in groups on the surrounding stone steps. It looks like there are mining slaves and guard disciples of Guiyuan Sect. They all turn their attention to the center at this moment. In the square, there was a monk slave slave fighting with a first-level lower-level monster.

That demonic beast was a stone lizard, covered with sand and stones. It was small in size, less than a person tall. It had rough skin, thick flesh, sharp claws and sharp teeth, and had no other abilities.

However, due to his suppressed mana and no magical weapon, the monk slave slave could only cast some low-power spells at this time. Hitting the stone lizard could only knock off the sand and stone armor on its body, but it could not cause any damage at all. How much damage.

Therefore, the monk slave was often at a disadvantage, and from time to time, the skink would seize the opportunity to claw at him, leaving a bloody wound on his body.

The clothes on the Friar Mining Slave's body were stained red with blood. At this time, his physical strength was gradually declining. He was about to become the meat of the stone lizard. His heart was full of despair and he raised his head to look at a high platform to the north of the arena. One look, with a pleading look.

On a high platform facing the square, three foundation-building monks wearing the costumes of Guiyuan Sect disciples were sitting at a huge round table. They looked at the magic weapon in the center of the round table that took care of the battle situation below. Some were happy, and some were happy. Annoyed.

"It's really useless. You are so optimistic about him for nothing!" A long-haired male cultivator said angrily.

To his left, a fat monk cheerfully stretched out his hand, took all the spiritual stones on the table in front of him, and said with a smile: "Oh, senior brother Gong, don't be angry. This stone lizard has amazing defense. He can The support so far has been pretty good.”

"Bad luck!" The long-haired male cultivator still had a dissatisfied look on his face, feeling unhappy about the spiritual stone he had lost.

At this time, another monk with thin eyebrows said: "Senior Brother Gong, since the bet is over, let's have someone capture the Stone Lizard. If we continue to fight, someone will die."

"So what, I lost the spirit stone and this bitch died." The long-haired male cultivator didn't care.