Hearing that I was not going to kill myself, my hanging heart immediately fell to the ground, avoiding a violent beating, and I had to obey them at their mercy.
With my hands tied, I was escorted down a mountain road first, then seemed to be on the flat ground, and got into a car. After walking for 30 to 40 minutes, I was taken off the car again.
Passing through a long corridor, iron doors were constantly opened and closed, and they were constantly being handed over, and finally they were taken to a place and stopped. I was torn off the black cloth covering my eyes and saw a cell with an open iron door in front of me.
Then, I was pushed from behind and staggered in, looking back to see that the heavy iron door had been closed.
After a lot of hard work, he was actually sent back to his cell again.
Looking around the cell, the cell is not big, with a bed in the left and right corners. One of them was sitting alone. The person was looking at me, but I didn't say a word, and sat down directly on the other one.
Gaba!
As soon as my buttocks hit the bed, the whole bed collapsed, making me sit on the floor.
The inmate sitting in the other room laughed "puchi". I endured the pain and stood up, rubbed my butt and glanced at the collapsed wooden bed, then glanced at the inmate, and I couldn't help but feel annoyed.
But I understand the truth that a newcomer has to be a man with his tail clipped, so I put a wooden board against the wall and sat on the ground.
The prison was very humid, and the air was still full of feces and urine. I saw an iron bucket in the corner. I guess it was used to solve the internal emergency.
Although I was blindfolded when I came in, all the experiences on the way told me that the safety factor here is much higher than the place where I and An Chen were detained last time, and it is basically impossible to escape from prison.
With the dim light at the door, he looked at the prisoner who was fucked. He was leaning against the wall with a blanket on his body and his hair was tousled. Because of the dim light, he couldn't tell how old he was for a while.
He was not looking at me, but lying on his head and fell asleep.
Will this be the home of the Jiaji people? What will they do with themselves? At first they thought of me as a sacrifice and wanted to dedicate to the mountain god. In terms of time, the time for worshipping the mountain has passed, so it seems that my small fortune is saved temporarily.
Thinking of this, I felt relieved a lot, then closed my eyes and waited for the unknown future.
When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw an old and haggard dirty face staring at me, scared
After a jump, he hurriedly turned over and avoided, and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Those who can be detained by Jiaji people are not ordinary people. An Chen almost sucked my blood back then, so I had to guard against it.
"Look."
Take a look? I'm not a beauty, what's so nice about me
The other person asked: "You offended them?"
I looked at each other carefully and found that my new cellmate was a skeletal, seventy or eighty-year-old man.
"I didn't offend them."
"Then why are they shutting you down?"
I dissatisfied and said: "They are not good birds, do you need a reason to shut down people?"
The dirty old man was stunned, and said with a smile: "The young man is so angry."
I was not in the mood to quarrel with him, stood up and walked to a place far away from him to sit down. I didn't expect the other party to follow him immediately, and asked with interest, "Where did they catch you?"
I think the dirty old man may have been isolated from the world for too long and wanted to find someone to talk to and pass the boring time, but seeing that he was innocent, I told everything about the barren mountain.
After listening, the dirty old man laughed, and then returned to his own sex.
I asked dissatisfiedly: "What are you laughing at?"
"I laughed at you as an idiot. By coincidence, you picked the stone roller and didn't eat it. That thing is like a ginseng fruit. It can be cultivated for ten years. If you didn't eat it, you were caught here. Do you think you are? Stupid. But your friend is quite knowledgeable. He ate more than ten in one breath and died without being wronged."
An Chen once compared Shi Roller to an adult ginseng fruit. It can be seen that the dirty old man is very knowledgeable, not an ordinary person.
"I'm just an ordinary person, that thing is feminine, I am not poisoned if I eat it?"
The dirty old man sneered, and said, "The yin qi in your body is so big, how can ordinary people have such a yin qi. As long as you eat ten or eight stone rollers, those grandchildren can't catch you!"
"Master, you are an expert."
"Tall fart, if I am a master, I can be locked here!"
I hurriedly approached the dirty old man and said with a smile: "Master, I have something to ask, please give me some pointers."
The dirty old man glared his eyes and said, "Boy, don't bother me, I don't have that friendship with you."
He just called me "the young boy" and then called me "the kid" in a blink of an eye. This old guy was actually a dog-tempered, and he turned his face when he said that he turned his face.
I continued to laugh with me, and said: "Old man, encounter is fate, we are locked here, and the world is depraved...
"
The dirty old man suddenly showed a fierce look and said, "Shut up, it's so noisy."
I shuddered by the fright in his eyes, and didn't dare to continue to disturb him. The dirty old man gave me a blank look and lay back directly back to the **.
In the next few days, the dirty old man didn't say a word to me again, and I was so angry that I ignored him, but by the fifth day, I didn't care about the dirty old man's attitude towards myself at all, and I began to care about my future.
It’s easy for the Jiaji people to kill or slash, it's always up to me, what's the matter? Are you going to keep me locked up for a lifetime? While the food was being delivered, I asked the food delivery person what they wanted to do with me. The food delivery person didn't add any bad words to me, but he didn't know anything.
This makes me feel that Jiaji people have forgotten themselves. Indeed, I was just a sacrifice in their eyes at first, but now that the mountain sacrifice is over, I don't even have the qualifications to be a sacrifice.
Is it my pleasure to be forgotten, or my sorrow? From the perspective of "It's better to die than to live", it should be fortunate, but if I stay here for the rest of my life, what is the point of being alive
The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, so in despair, I started arguing. Not only did I get no answer, but the dinner stopped that day.
So, I pitifully talked to the dirty old man, but he ignored me at all. I was depressed. Sitting in the corner, I thought of Zhang Ling, Zhou Yunhai, and An Chen, as well as my recent experience. The depression was beyond words.
Desperate, I began to meditate on the soul gathering curse taught to me by An Chen. After reciting silently a dozen times, the Yin Qi that can be sensed is very few.
Is it here that a method of restraining the yin has been laid, or is there too much distracting thoughts to be able to concentrate
I took a few deep breaths and continued to recite the Yin Juying Mantra. In order to be able to concentrate, I even recited a sound.
But at this moment, my wrists suddenly tightened, and I opened my eyes to see the dirty old man squatting beside me, and he said excitedly: "Boy, who taught you the curse you read?"
He and I were stunned and said, "What kind of curse? This is a part of the "Jing Zang Ben Jing"."
The dirty old man’s eyelids turned out, and the strength was added to his withered hands. I immediately breathed in the pain, and he said, “Of course I know it’s a fragment of the Journey to the Ksitigarbha, but the fragments that you read over and over again, don’t you? Is it to praise the Ksitigarbha? Come on! Who taught you this!"
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