When the old Daoist closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, he was as quiet as a virgin, quite a bit like an immortal.
Hearing the footsteps of Zhou Yi approaching, the old man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were green and his pupils were red.
Under the firelight, it shone like an evil ghost.
His eyes moved as Zhou Yi moved around. When he got closer, he suddenly pounced on him like a vicious dog. His arms passed through the steel pillars and clawed at him, revealing five fingers as black as ink and as skinny as chicken feet.
Ouch——Ouch——
The old Daoist roared unconsciously, with black and yellow teeth in his mouth, sharp and sparse, each one as sharp as a knife.
He chewed the fine steel randomly, leaving a trail of tooth marks.
Zhou Yi had already expected it, and stopped exactly on the fourth step from the bottom.
After a moment of frenzy, he seemed to be exhausted.
The old Daoist gradually regained his composure and sat cross-legged in the cage again with a kind smile on his face, "I have met this fellow Daoist Ji Sheng. I wonder what year it is today?"
Zhou Yi's eyes were blank, as if he couldn't hear what the old man said.
"Thirty, forty, seventy or eighty years of seclusion. I don't know how many years. I have lived in a state of confusion..."
"I met fellow Daoist Daoist today, and I just felt particularly cordial."
"This poor Daoist has practiced hard in seclusion for five hundred years, and today he finally ascended to immortality, enjoying great freedom and freedom!"
The old Daoist's voice is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes mumbling to himself, sometimes shouting loudly, and the confused view of time in his words sometimes jumps to thirty years ago, sometimes he retreats to seclusion for hundreds of years.
"Today, this poor Daoist ascends to immortality and can travel with fellow Daoists to the immortal world!"
"It was a vast world of clouds and mist, with fairies dancing and generals holding weapons..."
"Pearls and jade trees, phoenixes and phoenixes gathered..."
"The poor Daoist wears a crimson gauze star, rides on the clouds, rides the flying dragon, and travels around the Thirty-three Immortal Heavenly Palaces... When we arrive at the Qiongtai Lan Pavilion, the golden bells are ringing and the heavenly drums are singing. Congratulations on my attainment and ascension!"
"On the day I preached, wonderful flowers fell from the sky, golden lotuses sprouted from the ground, jade rabbits paid homage, and golden crows kowtowed..."
At the end of the sentence, the old Daoist's words were crazy and scattered, his eyes were as hot as fire, and his arms were waving wildly. He was completely like a madman who was trapped in an illusion and couldn't extricate himself.
Zhou Yi listened silently, understanding the strange behavior of the veteran.
Anyone who is imprisoned in a small, dark prison for more than eighty years, and even the meal delivery person is a deaf-mute, is likely to have a mental breakdown.
Let's call the old Daoist Ji Sheng. Every time I hear him say the name, it is different, and "Ji Sheng" appears most frequently.
Ji Sheng kept talking for a long time, his voice went from high-pitched to lonely, and finally he sat paralyzed in the cage with confused eyes.
Looking down at his hands, Muranjian's eyes burst into tears.
"Woooooooo..."
Zhou Yi Waiting until this moment, he dared to make a sound and put the food box on the third step.
Ji Sheng wiped away his tears, gathered up his messy white hair, rubbed his twisted and stiff face, regained some of his popularity, and bowed to Zhou Yi.
"Thank you."
Afterwards, Ji Sheng carried the food box to the iron cage, opened it, placed a few dishes, and poured a glass of wine. His movements were slow and graceful, like a young master in trouble.
After eating, Ji Sheng put the food box back on the third step, returned to the center of the iron cage and sat cross-legged.
"If your heart is as pure as ice, you won't be surprised when the sky falls. You will remain calm despite all changes, and your spirit will be calm..."
Recite the Daoist mantra to clear your mind, drive away inner demons, and try to maintain your true self at all times.
Zhou Yi carefully retracts the food box, and must not go down the steps just because Ji Sheng looks normal.
This is the experience that Brocade Guard gained at the cost of many lives. Ji Sheng may seem thin, but is extremely powerful. After catching people, they will bite them alive until they die.
Zhou Yi returned to the entrance of the cave and knocked on the iron lid.
After a while, a gap was opened and it was confirmed to be Old Zheng, and then the iron cover was completely opened.
Zhou Yi said hello to his colleagues, picked up the food box and left, silently counting the time until Ji Sheng would go crazy.
"Exhaustion is getting faster and faster, and the fuel has been exhausted. I can't live for a few more years!"
Zhou Yi is not sure whether Ji Sheng will leave a legacy after his death, and he will not force it. For example, he has never thought about negotiating terms with Ji Sheng.
Even if you get nothing, it will only last ten or twenty years!
Four years passed in a flash.
Last year, "Old Zheng" was old and frail, and contracted the cold and could not afford to fall ill.
Brocade Guard bought a deaf-mute young man named Li Shun from Yahang, who was responsible for delivering food underground.
Zhou Yi transformed into little Shunzi again.
There are advantages to being deaf and mute. On weekdays, few people pay attention to Zhou Yi, so there is no need to worry about any flaws.
This day.
Zhou Yi carried the food box and walked deeper into Imperial Prison. On the way, he passed a cell and saw a familiar figure beating Tai Chi Fist.
No need to identify, it is Yu Su.
He paused and continued to move forward without sending a message to ask secretly.
Go underground.
Ji Sheng saw a living person coming over and started biting madly for a while. The time was shortened by more than half compared to four years ago.
Until he was panting from exhaustion, his red eyes slowly faded away, and he did not fall into crazy fantasy as usual.
There are many kinds of illusions that Ji Sheng falls into. Sometimes he ascends to become an immortal, sometimes he calls himself an ancestor, and he even fantasizes about dao companion three thousand, basically enjoying all the desires of a cultivator of immortality.
"Emperor Dog, even if Ji Mou dies, I want you to kill the entire clan!"
Zhou Yi's eyes were blank and his expression showed no fluctuation.
Tongfu Ward.
Yuan Manor has expanded ten times compared to a few years ago.
Neighboring residents said that the horoscopes were incompatible with the house, which would have a great impact on official career and business, and they all asked Commander Yuan to relieve their worries.
Yuan Shun bought it at a low price and built rockeries and flowing water on a large scale to correspond to the famous mountains and waters in his hometown of Xuzhou.
Such extravagance is second to none in Shenjing.
The imperial censors wrote letters of impeachment one after another, listing Yuan Shun's ten major crimes, and asked the orthodox emperor to punish the nine Yuan family clans in order to rectify the national law.
Emperor Zhengtong repeatedly defended Yuan Shun on the grounds of insufficient evidence, making Brocade Guard even more arrogant.
study.
Yuan Shun is practicing calligraphy, his pen moves like a dragon or a snake, and he has a vague style of everyone.
A voice suddenly sounded, "The words are good."
Yuan Shun looked up and saw an old man with white hair. He had worn a navy blue robe for who knows how many years. He quickly bowed and saluted.
"I have met the Lord."
"After all these years, I still care about false etiquette."
Zhou Yi sat casually on a chair, looked at Yuan Shun a few times, and said, "If you worry less and take more tonics, you may be able to live a few more years."
Yuan Shun was now in his fifties, the age when he should have made great achievements in officialdom.
As a result of practicing Heaven Devouring Demon Art in his early years, he lost more than 20 years of life, and now he has gray hair and chicken skin, and looks much older than his actual age.
Yuan Shun said respectfully, "Thank you, Lord, for your concern. I have already arranged for a successor, so I will not delay things."
"Remember to divide the Yuan family into one branch and go to Northern Xinjiang. I don't have time to take care of them too much."
Zhou Yi gave a few words of warning and then asked, "Yu Su Why did that old man enter the cell again?"
"Yesterday morning, Ministry of Revenue Minister Liu, Minister Dong from the Ministry of Civil Affairs and more than ten censors impeached Mr. Yu at the same time. It is said that Mr. Yu Lineage used his identity as Mr. Yu to wantonly sell out officials, corrupt officials and accept bribes."
Yuan Shun said, "At the same time, the magistrate of Hongzhou reported that the Yu Lineage people had embezzled land and killed many people. Because they were in the name of Master Yu, the local officials did not dare to control them."
"For Lineage people?"
Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows. "I heard that Yu Su broke with his clan members a few years ago and even moved his father's grave?"
"Your Majesty, I don't know. During the critical period of the struggle between Your Majesty and Zhang Dang, many imperial censors accused Your Majesty of being unfilial and unable to set an example for scholars, let alone serve as the chief minister of the cabinet."
Yuan Shun replied, "Master Yu returned to his hometown, moved his ancestral graves back to the family, and entered his name into the family tree to show his full filial piety."
Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and continued to ask.
"The clan is causing trouble, so Chief Minister won't be imprisoned. What's the real reason?"