Simulated Immortal Cultivation: Beginning with Changchun's Immortality

Chapter 143 The Scholar
The air in the county government prison is filthy, and the stench of defecation fills the breath. People who have lived in it for a long time often have an illusion that this stench has penetrated into the body and there is no possibility of getting rid of it.

Chen Bingli curled up in a corner of the prison numbly.

It seemed that he had resigned himself to his fate, even though there was a rattle of chains at the door, he didn't look up and let the fleas and bugs crawl away from him in a panic.

"Chen Er, someone is here to see you."

Zhou Ruigao yelled, then bowed his waist and respectfully made room for the people behind him.

The other party was introduced by the magistrate himself, even if he was given ten guts, he never dared to neglect him lightly.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

Li Yan thanked the jailer, then bowed his head and walked into the narrow cage.

The prison is a place of five turbidities, as long as a monk who is interested in Taoism will not easily set foot in it.

After all, there are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, parting from love, not getting what one asks for, blazing five yins, any kind of leisure can destroy the pure cultivation of a monk.

And these are precisely the most indispensable in prisons.

If it wasn't for verifying the conjecture in his heart, Li Yan would only make himself unhappy if he was full.

He was able to walk into the prison of Lin'an County openly, naturally because of the prestige of Lu Wei, the magistrate of the county. No matter what, Chen Yuanfang, the master of martial arts, was rescued by him. No matter how much Lu Wei hated monks, he would eventually accept Under this kindness.

Besides, he still has a letter from Lu Wenyu's family in his hand.

With Lu Wei's trust, Li Yan had the opportunity to meet Chen Bingli.

"Huai Niang, is that you? Huai Niang, I miss you so much for my husband!"

"You must have a way to save me, right? I want to see our baby born with my own eyes. I don't want to die..."

Hearing that someone wanted to see him, Chen Er's empty eyes finally brightened, he crawled over with hands and feet together, crying to his wife with snot and tears.

But when he found out that it was not his wife Huai Niang who was visiting him, but a little Taoist priest whom he had never met before, after a moment of silence, he grabbed Li Yan's trousers tightly again.

"Huai Niang asked you to pick me up, right?"

"I knew she wouldn't abandon me...she wouldn't abandon me..."

Chen Er spoke incoherently in a panic, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, holding Li Yan tightly.

"Chen's family is Bingli, styled Kejie, Baoxiang was born in [-] years, and he has been a scholar in the past four years?"

Li Yan was also noncommittal, just repeating the script as if confirming something.

"That's right, it was me!"

Chen Bingli nodded hurriedly.

"You said it was you? I don't think this is you."

Li Yan reached out to touch Chen Bingli's eyebrows, and in a blink of an eye a paper talisman was pasted on his forehead.

"Think carefully about why you fell into the water that day."

The talisman affixed to Chen Er's head is called a pure heart talisman, which is usually just a gadget used by monks to get rid of distracting thoughts, but now it is very bluffing and spontaneously ignited without wind.

"That day, I remembered, I remembered everything that happened that day."

Chen Bingli let out a cry of pain, and then a look of sudden realization appeared on his face, but before he finished being happy, Zhou Rui's exclamation suddenly came from the side.

"Chen Er, Er Mazi, what's wrong with your face...!"

There was a hint of tremor in his voice, if it wasn't for Li Yan, an expert who seemed to have real skills, watching from the side, Zhou Rui would only hate that his parents didn't give him two extra legs.

The talisman paper was burned to ashes, and Chen Bingli finally showed his true colors.

The whole body was wet and water was dripping on the ground, there was still a group of algae on the top of the head, and the face was suffocated into a purple sauce due to lack of oxygen, and it looked like a water ghost.

"I still remember that day when I was sailing in the middle of the river, I happened to meet a dead water ghost looking for a substitute. Unfortunately, I was selected. I was already dead at that time."

Chen Bingli's tone was quite indifferent, as if he was stating the past of others, not the cause of his own death.

The green eyes looked at Zhou Rui and Li Yan repeatedly, and the saliva dripped from the protruding gums, as if they were picking something, and finally their eyes rested on the younger and stronger Li Yan.

"act recklessly!"

Seeing through the changes in Chen Bingli, Li Yan happened to have no place to vent his previous anger, so he threw out six talismans, which turned into black chains and trapped Chen Bingli tightly.

Zhou Rui was immediately astonished by a mysterious technique.

The chains continued to shrink until the prisoner was tied into rice dumplings, but Chen Bingli still tried to rush forward, even though the chains had shrunk and embedded into his flesh, he still ignored it.

"The yin and yang of heaven and earth have their own definite numbers, and living against death is really harmful to the peace of heaven. I thought you were an innocent person and wanted to be punished lightly. Now it seems that the scholar named Chen Bingli may have died long ago."

Now occupying this body is nothing but a lonely ghost.

Li Yan didn't say the second half of the sentence.

I originally wanted to push Huai Niang's heel from the scholar's mouth, but now it seems that I still have to rely on soul searching.

Having made up his mind, Li Yan was not ambiguous, and stretched out his hand to press on Chen Bingli's door, and his divine sense turned into a sharp drill bit to roughly drill into the square inch of the other party's altar.

"Have it!"

Finally at the last moment, Li Yan saw an old locust tree from Chen Bingli's memory.

A tree that was supposed to be cut down by the villagers as a beam and pillar, but because of a momentary pity for a young man, was bought as a companion, and named Huai Niang, laughing and saying that the ancients had plum wives and crane sons, and I felt proud to be with Huai wife. its place.

As spring goes and autumn comes, locust trees become enlightened in the sound of reading aloud, and watch the infatuated scholars rush to the provincial capital to rush for the exam.

It's just that no one would have thought that this side would be a farewell. The book became a substitute for the water ghost, and when it was brought back, it was astonishingly dead, and there was absolutely no possibility of saving it.

Even the old lady has given up her mind and plans to take care of the funeral for her only son, but only one pagoda tree does not believe in evil.

"Do you want to save him?"

Under the shade of the tree, the monk's handsome face was vaguely innocent like a boy's, holding a golden book page in his hand.

"Take it, here is a way to save your benefactor, but the price is a bit high, do it or not, the power to choose is always in your hands."

Leaving this sentence behind, the monk walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Only the ignorant tree demon and that page of the scriptures were left behind. Huai Niang didn't know how heavy the lives of people in the county were. She just wanted to save the little scholar who liked to call her wife.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

Although it was all Li Yan's own guesses, Li Yan took out the talisman sword from his waist, and smashed the eyebrows of Chen Bingli, who was gradually turning into a puppet, with the sword.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Li Yan seemed to vaguely see a bright and relieved smile on the scholar's face.

　It seems that there is only one update today, work hard tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)