Over the past eight hundred years, things have changed and people have changed.

Yu Hua said that monks also have their own coming-of-age ceremony. A monk first becomes an adult when he is five hundred years old.

If you don't understand the Nascent Soul, you won't live to be five hundred years old. Often, only one of the ten golden elixirs can reach the Nascent Soul, which also means that most of the people of the same generation will die. There is a high probability that not one of the best friends from childhood will survive, or even

Not a single one is left.

Most of the cultivation bases are to accept disciples when their life span is over half, and five hundred years is enough for most elders to die.

"Eight hundred years ago?"

Jiang Fugui's blue eyes flashed with desolation, and a sigh echoed in the empty cave.

Eight hundred years was a long time for him, until he was no longer the Longqiao merchant or the small landowner in Jiangjiacun. He had lost his low eyebrows and became like a big shot, like a man who had gone through many years of experience.

The vicissitudes of old monk.

Gu Wen could see that today was different from the past, and Jiang Fugui might have changed too.

He asked: "What about these eight hundred years?

"Very good, very good. Mr. Tuo Wen is lucky enough to live hundreds of years longer than the emperor. He has also flown to the sky and escaped to the earth, breathed the wind and drank the dew, and now knows how wonderful it is to be a god."

Jiang Fugui let out a sharp and hoarse laugh, which contained evil spirits that made people shudder.

"I don't feel sleepy in spring, scorching heat in summer, stuffy in autumn, and cold in winter. I don't have to worry about wind and cold, nor do I need to worry about hemorrhoids caused by sitting for a long time. I don't even need to worry about the number of concubines, this is me

I think practicing is the best.”

Gu Wen joked: "Others cultivate and try every means to preserve their energy, but you have given birth to hundreds of thousands of people."

"There are only a few hundred people, not that many." Jiang Fugui's tone was full of pride. For a practitioner, it can be described as vulgar and unmotivated.

Even those cultivators who are dual cultivators rarely give birth to offspring.

One is that the higher the level, the harder it is to give birth, and they will basically be sterilized after returning to the state of deficiency.

Secondly, before returning to deficiency, we must pay attention to nourishing the essence and gathering Qi, and not letting the essence leak out, otherwise there will be no hope of returning to deficiency, and it will be difficult to achieve the Nascent Soul.

Keeping a pure body can increase the chance of getting a golden elixir by half. This half may be all the qualifications of most people, so a pure Yang body cannot be lost.

It's rare for someone like Jiang Fugui to be able to give birth to a child.

"It's a pity that after so many births, they all died in the end. The few who can cultivate to the point of building the foundation are only two hundred years old."

Gu Wen said: "This is a law. The offspring born to monks are only better than ordinary people, but they are similar in practice. Otherwise, this world of practice would not belong to the sect, but to the aristocratic families."

"Hehe---I just want to be like that aristocratic family." Jiang Fugui said: "In the end, the only thing that showed talent was talent promotion. That's when I realized that the only heroes in the world who have the same surname are you."

"And this rebellious son never listens to me. He did it then and he does it now. He harms others and himself."

"what happened?"

"There are no twists and turns. Those crooked ways just find their way into the cracks. I can't break through the Nascent Soul. Pills involving the soul have always been rare, and those that can condense the Nascent Soul are unheard of. I'm going to die, and the villain will come. I fell into evil ways and became what I am now."

Jiang Fugui's face showed a bit of sadness.

"If it hadn't been for me, Jucai would not have gone down this wrong path. He has already returned to his original form at the age of five hundred, and he still has thousands of years left to live."

"Master Wen, is there any way to save the talent?"

Gu Wen said bluntly: "He was sentenced to nine punishments by the Zhenwu Palace and is now in the sky prison."

Nine punishments, the death penalty for monks.

The first step is to be imprisoned for three years, followed by the destruction of the meridians throughout the body, another three years of destruction of the sea of ​​qi, another three years of deprivation of the five senses, and finally beheading.

After nine years of imprisonment, he was finally sentenced to death.

It is intended to impose severe punishment, but also leaves room for misjudgment.

"He did evil for you, out of filial piety. If he had done it, he might have avoided death. Or maybe in the world of sects, it is understandable that the weak should eat the strong. But today's world is not governed by filial piety, and no one can save the talented."

"I am one of the Three Pure Ones after all.

Jiang Fugui was silent for a long time, his chapped lips trembled, and he said: "Please also ask Mr. Wen to give me a gift of death."

Nine punishments do not involve physical punishment, but the degree of pain is incomparable to physical pain.

This was against the rules, but Gu Wen still nodded and said, "Yes."

There are thousands of causes and effects, but only one death.

People can reform and make up for their mistakes, but some sins can only be repaid by death.

Jiang Fugui said again: "Now that I have become an evil spirit, Dao Zong cannot tolerate me. The descendants of the Jiang family also ask Master Wen to take care of me."

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Gu Wen asked back: "Why should I take care of the Jiang family? Your descendants have been passed down for more than ten generations, and they can't be ranked just by blood."

Jiang Fugui said with a smile: "How about Mr. Wen marries one? I usually only look at people lustfully, and so will my descendants. They should be born well."

"You old thing, you still want to take advantage of me?"

"Hey, hey---the dead are the most important. I'm going to die, so Lord Wen will help you. But Lord Wen probably doesn't care, he only cares about the fairies in the sky."

Jiang Fugui's eyelids were half drooped, feeling sleepy for some reason.

After becoming a zombie, he felt sleepy for the first time, possibly because he was going to die.

"Only when you enter the world of spiritual practice and become a god do you realize that the fairy around you back then was a real fairy.

I haven't seen him in person, but I still remember him freshly. If you have children with that fairy in the future, can you arrange a baby to be married to my Jiang family?"

"During Dragon Bridge, you promised me that we would marry each other from generation to generation, and I would have a great-great-grandson with the appearance of a golden elixir."

Gu Wen couldn't help but smile a little and said: "You are still evil-minded, and you have lived for hundreds of years.

Still thinking about mortal things."

‘I’m just a mortal, and I’ve lived for hundreds of years without ever changing my appearance. What do you think?”

"If you have children, you can consider it."

After receiving Gu Wen's promise, Jiang Fugui slowly closed his eyes with a peaceful smile.

Gu Wen took out the blood pill and put it into Jiang Fugui's mouth, and then put his palm on his Tianling Cap. The Buddha's light appeared, and a round of light transformed into a dream.

Over eight hundred years, he entered the Taoist sect to practice, left the Taoist sect and participated in the human-monster war, and won the position of Dan Alliance by virtue of his favor and merit.

The journey has not been bumpy, much better than most.

It wasn't until he was about to die that Jiang Ju took him to a blood pool, where he nourished his soul with incense and gave birth to blood evil with his flesh and blood.

Gu Wen's mind was like a knife, aimed at Jiang Fugui's memory after his death, and he paused.

He wanted to keep Jiang's wealth and honor, and since he didn't take the initiative to do evil, he had reason to protect him. It didn't matter if the Taoist sect didn't tolerate it, and the world wouldn't tolerate it. Gu Wen hadn't practiced so far just to look at other people's faces.

But Jiang Ju is the one who wants to die. If Daozong doesn't kill him, Gu Wen will kill him.

If this part of the memory is removed, how can one explain Jiang Jucai's death?

Will Jiang Fugui become confused because of this and develop inner demons in the future?

Since it was a blessing in disguise, he had to bear the disaster himself.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunshine shone on the Jiang family pavilion, and the haze lingered for a long time.

At this time, the law enforcement monks from Zhenwu Palace have left, and the liquidation of the Jiang family has ended.

Most of the people who deserved to be arrested were put into the sky prison, and the upper echelons of the Jiang family were almost wiped out. Maybe not everyone was involved, but before the matter was completely settled, Zhenwu Palace would not let anyone go.

By the way, all the property of the Jiang family was confiscated, which suddenly made the Jiang family, accustomed to prosperity and wealth, unable to open the door.

Someone ran to the back mountain and cried, calling for Jiang Fugui.

Although Jiang Jucai was taken away, Jiang Fugui, the real core figure of the Jiang family, is still there.

In a cave amidst the layers of dense forest, Jiang Fugui, who was in a coma, heard someone crying and opened his eyes leisurely.

Looking around, I felt that the underworld was not that bad.

The crying and howling outside is so loud. Is someone being tortured?

I am a cannibal, and I don’t know how much punishment I will suffer. If I had known, Master Wen would have driven me to pieces.

Jiang Fugui took a look at his thin-skinned and tender hands, and became even more convinced that this was the underworld.

Because he has become a zombie, his body can never recover, his skin is rougher than tree bark, and bloodthirsty has become his nature.

He said bluntly that he felt that eating people was simply a delicacy.

This is why evil cultivators deserve to die. Harming others is a source of enjoyment for them.

With this thought, Jiang Fugui walked out of the cave, and his eyes suddenly opened up, showing dense forest flowers and grass.

A group of people below were crying and crying, and when they saw him coming out, they all knelt down.

"Congratulations to our ancestor for coming out of seclusion!"

"Ancestor, please make the decision for us. There is a thief who is framing the Second Grandfather!"

Jiang Fugui was stunned for a moment, his pupils gradually expanded, and various thoughts flashed through his eyes. A mixture of fear and joy made him feel dizzy again.
To be continued...