I’m Being Held Captive by Demons - Chapter 372
[Three hundred and sixtieth eight chapters 36 changes]
In the early autumn of August, the morning wind is bleak.
On the official road outside the capital, a carriage came slowly.
The morning sun has not yet risen, and there is still a gray fog between the sky and the earth, as if covered with a layer of veil.
The farther city walls and distant mountains are all like mirages looming in the clouds.
The driver who woke up early in the middle of the night and was busy loading the car on the road was extremely sleepy now.
His head was half-leaned on the wooden board behind him, swaying to sleep in the strong fishy smell.
The hand holding the reins also hung limply on his knees, half asleep and half awake.
Fortunately, this old horse has walked on this road too many times, dragging such a smelly carriage for too many times, and he has long been familiar with the road.
Even though the driver did not grasp the direction, the old horse still slowly walked towards the city gate.
The roofless, fully open cabin is filled with vats of water.
And in these wooden barrels are the fish that were fished out of the river last night.
The driver lives by the river ten miles away from the capital, and his family is all fishermen.
But they seldom fish, but raise fish.
Fishing nets are used to draw small fish ponds one by one by the river. After the fry are thrown in and raised for a period of time, they can be picked up in batches and sent to the fish market in the capital.
Thanks to the blessings of Zhou Guotai and Min’an in these years, he has such a stable means of supporting his family.
Their children have never been hungry since they were born.
Living at the feet of the emperor, I have never even seen the monsters and ghosts that the foreign business travelers talked about.
People said that it was the spirit of the dragon veins in the capital that quelled the evil spirits, so there were no demons in the capital.
These coachmen don’t know much, but the childhood he remembers was probably forty years ago, right?
At that time, I heard old people say that there are water ghosts in the river and demons in the mountains.
But these things, with the death of the previous generation of old people, are gradually forgotten.
The rumors that the dragon veins in the capital suppressed evil spirits gradually became something that people believed in.
Of course, the driver didn’t care about these ghostly rumors.
He is yawning and thinking about going to the market later to buy some toys for his grandchildren at home.
He has two sons, five grandchildren, three boys and two girls.
Every time I go back from the capital, I
have to bring something novel to the children.
Thinking of the smiling faces of the five little grandsons, the driver’s face couldn’t help showing a smile.
In the carriage behind him, a catfish suddenly swayed its tail in the wooden barrel, and the water splashed directly.
Coincidentally, it just landed on a pickle jar in the corner.
I don’t know when that dark pickle jar appeared.
But if the driver sees it, he will surely be confused.
Because there is no such pickle jar on his carriage.
And when the water splashed by the catfish’s tail fell, the pitch-black pickle jar trembled violently.
Then there was an angry sound.
“Damn stinky fish! I’ll kill you now!”
The voice spread in the cold wind of the morning, but the driver in front of him didn’t notice it, and was still drowsy.
In the wooden barrel where the catfish was, the water flowed rapidly, and finally entangled the active catfish.
The catfish subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the water flow in all directions squeezed it tightly.
Seeing that the catfish was about to be squeezed to death by the current, a crucian carp emerged from the bucket next door and said, “Can you stop for a while? Before you enter the city, you just use magic and lure the Three Hate Demons here. What?”
The catfish, who was almost crushed to death, suddenly regained his freedom.
The streams of water that were squeezing it suddenly dissipated.
Ignoring the catfish, the pickled vegetable jar in the corner said gloomily: “It’s already so close, that woman can’t be chasing after him again? Isn’t she afraid to enter the capital of Zhou Kingdom?” Beside the
crucian carp, a The tail is much smaller, but the whole body is vermilion, and the extremely beautiful goldfish also surfaced and whispered.
“Uncle Bone, be careful. That Miss Su Ya has been chasing us for more than a month. It’s about to enter the city, so don’t fall short at the last minute…” The
little goldfish’s voice was clear and sweet.
The depressed pickle jar said unhappily: “It’s okay, for Caiwei’s sake, let this stupid fish go first. After entering the city, I will kill it!”
Crucian carp and Xiao Only then did the goldfish retract into the water and swim in the wooden barrel like an ordinary fish, looking nothing out of the ordinary.
And this was the forty-seventh day when Kong Ning and the others fled.
After escaping from the Three Hate Demon Immortal, Kong Ning immediately burned the corpse of the Yin Illusion Demon Lord without leaving any ashes, and immediately melted away.
But even so, he couldn’t get rid of the Three Hate Demon Immortal.
The gap between the two sides is too great, and after the three hate demons woke up, they quickly chased after their breath and traces.
In the end, the ashes that were forced to escape had no choice but to show a trump card in order not to be caught by the Three Hate Demons.
——It taught Kong Ning and Cai Wei its own unique technique of transformation.
Thirty-six changes of Tiangang, based on the Eight Trigrams and Six Yaos, deduce the things of Zhou Tian.
Three or three are inexhaustible, six or six are inexhaustible, it is the supreme supernatural power.
Kong Ning has only seen some rumors in the Buddhist scriptures of Lingruo Temple, and knows that this is a long-lost supernatural power.
Even in ancient times, it was extremely rare.
Because of the thirty-six changes in the sky, once it is applied, it will completely change from the inside to the outside, and the breath, spirit, and soul will change.
It is the supreme secret method of avoiding disaster and escaping, hiding one’s body, and even escaping catastrophe.
On the way to escape, Kong Ning and the others used the technique of transformation to transform into different creatures, and it was difficult for them to avoid the various pursuits of the Three Hate Demon Immortals.
The most dangerous one, not long after Kong Ning turned into a big tree standing by the river, the three hate demons descended from the sky and landed next to Kong Ning.
At that time, Kong Ning was so frightened that his heart tightened.
Fortunately, the Three Hate Demon Immortals, despite being very hostile, would kill people if they didn’t agree with each other.
But she seemed to seldom take anger towards all beings other than human beings, and did not raise the tree in front of her just because she was in a bad mood.
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the way to chase and kill, she lost the breath of Kong Ning many times, and she never took advantage of the animals or plants in the mountains.
Although every time she lost her, her face was so gloomy that she could scare children into tears.
Only once, the Three Hate Demon Immortal who had lost Kong Ning, happened to meet a group of bandits who had just finished robbery and returned home full of rewards.
Without a word, she killed all the living people she saw.
Including innocent women who were kidnapped by bandits.
Moreover, it was an extremely cruel and brutal killing, and the cruelty was extreme…
Her cruel behavior towards people, and her strange tenderness towards all creatures, made the urn extremely strange.
“Why do I feel that this generation’s Three Hate Demon Immortals are also weird?”
“Could it be that the evil corpses of the previous generation did not die in the hands of the Three Hate Demon Immortals as usual, which caused some changes in the order of heaven and earth?”
“This How come the six-desire demons and the three-hate demons of a generation are all weird?
[End of this Chapter]
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