"You look very similar to the bald donkey in the painting." The one-horned demon ghost opened the scroll in his hand and hung it in front of Juefa.

Juefa didn't need to stretch his neck, he had already seen the appearance on the scroll.

As for what they have in common, they all have noses, eyes, a bright bald head, and cassocks of no apparent color.

The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in his heart.

If he opens his mouth, he is afraid that he will offend.

Are the two sticks of this one-horned ghost used for drinking water?

Apart from the fact that they are both monks, they are not even remotely similar.

Not to mention that he is full of ghost aura, which wraps up his own human aura in a watertight manner. Even ordinary foundation builders may not be able to see through this obstacle.

The kid in front of me doesn't have that kind of strength and vision.

The unicorn demon's round eyes rolled around, he closed the scroll in his hand, and said loudly without thinking: "I suspect that this guy is related to the thief Tutu who caused a havoc in the Hugushan ghost market."

As soon as he said this, the little demons guarding the gate of the mountain city immediately gathered around him.

Some were holding long halberds, while others were holding broken knives.

There are even weapons that monsters simply use their own limbs to transform into weapons.

Juefa didn't show the slightest panic and looked at the one-horned monster with a calm expression.

The piercing eyes made the unicorn demon feel a little uncomfortable and sternly said: "Come on!"

"Get it for me!"

The little demon with weapons on his left and right took a step forward.

Standing next to Juefa, the shackles in his hands were about to be put on.

Crash, the sound of chains clashing sounded in my ears.

Tu Shanjun, who was in the banner, looked over and sent a message to the monk: "Watch the Dharma and raise the soul-honoring banner, and I will help you kill all those who stand in your way."

Listening to Tu Shanjun's words, the monk, who had restrained his hands, said calmly: "Amitabha, this young monk doesn't think anything of it. Since it was us who did it, we should definitely suffer this disaster."

"There is no way to avoid disaster, so we must deal with it."

Tu Shanjun was silent for a while, and then he laughed.

It's just that the laughter is a little more hoarse and reminiscing.

It sounds extremely weird.

I don’t know if the monk heard the hidden meaning of this laughter. In short, Tushanjun said nothing more, and neither did the monk.

While the two of them were talking, the shackles were already fastened around Juefa's neck.

I don’t know what happened to the wooden shackles, and they look very shabby.

The chain that made the noise on it was also covered with a lot of rust, and the rusty places seemed to break if you pulled it casually.

"Take it down."

With an order.

No matter what the posture was, he finally entered the city.

The mountain city is not as big as the monk imagined. Many places were built irregularly, and some planning can still be seen in its rudimentary form.

Most of the later buildings were crowded together.

Dirty, messy, and devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

A miasma of demonic energy enveloped the mountain city. The whispers of demons and ghosts and the mutterings of ghosts and monsters made the city look like a demon cave.

No, this is indeed a devil's cave.

Even Hugushanfang City is cleaner and tidier than here.

Walking through the long alley with twists and turns is like walking through a maze.

The long-eared little demon following the monk looked around, and then said with a little complaint: "General, maybe you caught the wrong one again, this is the fifth one this month, and the little ones don't dare to send it to the tiger.

"

"Last time I sent it over, the tiger got very angry."

"That's because I ran fast, so I only chipped two teeth."

The long-eared demon grinned, leaving only empty spaces between its two front teeth, giving it a funny look.

The little demon general, who was obviously strong and wearing half a robe, quickly made a gesture of silence: "Hush, since the general said he is, we will arrest him."

"Don't worry about the rest."

"Throw it into the jail without bothering the tiger. If the tiger gets annoyed, be careful to get you drunk."

Although I had known this for a long time, hearing it from the two little demons gave me a different feeling.

I just thought that humans would kill good people and take credit, but it turns out that monsters do the same.

Because of the Demon Transformation Pill, many people have turned into monsters.

And some monsters who have advanced in cultivation will transform into humans. The boundary between humans and monsters is no longer a gap.

The more monsters and ghosts there are, the more people will die.

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Amitabha."

Jue Faxu clasped his hands together and declared the Buddha's name in his heart: "Senior, why are you laughing?"

"I've been fighting chivalry with you for two or three months, and I actually got into it a little bit, so I laughed."

"This is because senior is a good person, so he feels happy doing good things."

"Haha, don't make me laugh."

"What kind of magical weapon do you think the Soul Reverend Banner is?"

"Do you think they all joined the flag voluntarily, or are these people just villains, not a single good person?"

"Without my subjective will, the Soul Flag will not absorb the ghost souls at all. Now, the Soul Flag has more than two thousand ghost souls, and there will be more in the future..."

"Amitabha, senior, the Buddha said: Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

"Can I live forever?"

"Monk, let me ask you, there are millions of demons in the world, but is it true that none of them has become an immortal?"

The awareness of Dharma is silent and relative.

The monk stopped talking, and Tushanjun didn't ask any further questions.

It's just that I have some feelings when I see a mixture of humans and demons.

I should have laughed it off, but because of the monk's question, Tushanjun answered it in two sentences.

Perhaps, when he first lived in that remote village, he was indeed a harmless and good person.

After his death, his mentality changed a lot.

Now more than twenty years have passed.

He is already a master of the golden elixir, and has more than two thousand souls within his banner.

After going through so much, he can be considered a mentally tough person without a drastic change in his temperament. He is not a god or a Buddha, so how could he not have changed at all.

A few moments.

The little demon escorting Juefa stopped.

They passed through the long corridor and arrived at the door of the prison.

Strong wooden piles were driven into the ground, and the earth and rocks accumulated to form a high wall covered with moss.

He untied the shackles around Juefa's neck, but did not open the shackles. He stepped forward and said, "Brother Lang, please reach out and put this man in jail."

The gatekeeper, the old wolf, looked up and down, looking worried, "It's already crowded enough, why do we still need to stuff people in?"

The half-clothed monster curled his lips: "Hey, it's not General Xi who gave the order. If you have any complaints, old wolf, you can ask General Xi."

The wolf demon in a short shirt smiled and waved his hands: "I don't dare, that's the tiger's brother-in-law."

"I don't know how the rhinoceros spirit gave birth to such a beautiful fairy."

"If I had a girl like this, I would send her to be the wife of a tiger. She would be a great future person. She would be in charge of hundreds of young people. That would be really majestic."

"Don't think about it, old wolf. Even if you, the ugly monster, have a girl, she must look the same."

"Hey, you can't say that..."

After chatting for a while, it was time to think of something serious. The wolf demon called a few more monsters guarding the cell: "Throw him in."

"Boss Wolf, which cell has this monster got into?"

"The empty one."
To be continued...