Fu Banxia actually didn't have much intention to kill Bai Lian. The original owner's hatred was one thing, but her own thoughts were another.
After all, Bai Lian had saved her life more than once, so even if he favored Lu Qingchen and others several times, let their atrocities go unchecked, and blocked her from revenge more times, she could not really make up her mind to kill him.
She was just a little resentful.
She wanted to defeat him and watch him fall from the altar. She wanted to make the "Tao" he believed in, stick to, and sacrifice everything for collapse. She wanted to destroy his Buddhist heart and reduce him to the most ordinary mortal.
She couldn't help but resent him.
"Ban Xia, are you unconscious after being beaten? What's so good about this poor place? It's so deep that even the sun can't shine in, and it's all dark everywhere. It's terrible. How about you and your master Please, let him let us out! Even if we are on the wall inside the cave."
"Look at that house. That's the house we're going to live in, right? Oh my God, what's the difference between this and a beggar's den? Is there a ghost inside?"
Fu Banxia laughed, blood dripped with the smile, and there was an indescribable weirdness and horror in that face.
"Do you know why everyone else faces the wall and is locked away, but I am alone in the Netherworld Abyss?"
Shuangjiang was so frightened by her that he trembled like chaff, and trembled: "That old man doesn't like you?"
There are so many people that the Great Elder dislikes, how can we send them all to this hellish place?
"Because I have demonic nature." Fu Banxia laughed at himself: "I felt it from the first time I wanted to kill Lu Qingchen. Once I do this, I will definitely become a demon!"
Shuangsheng took a breath.
She had never seen a person possessed by a demon, but she knew how serious and terrifying it was to be possessed.
Anyone who becomes a demon is rejected by heaven. Every time his cultivation reaches a small level, he will attract thunder from the sky. At that time, the sky thunder will gather at the top and the body will be shattered into pieces.
"Why? This heaven's way is too unfair. Do they only allow them to kill you, but don't allow you to kill them?"
"Yeah, why? I can't figure it out." Fu Banxia curled up the corners of his lips and wiped away the blood on his lips: "But this Netherworld Abyss is indeed a good place. It is bottomless and cannot see the sky. Isn't it normal? Is it a good place for demon cultivators?”
Shuangjiang took another breath and asked in surprise: "Is it possible that the old man is trying to protect you?"
"It's not necessary to protect me. He just thinks that a person who is vaguely possessed by a demon should come to a place like this." Fu Banxia paused and continued: "Here, it doesn't matter even if he is possessed. It's so dark and deep. Even the thunder from the sky cannot hit me."
"It doesn't matter what I do..."
The last sound was lost in the howling wind.
The whip of the Criminal Justice Department is a seven-star whip. Once it is whipped, the scars are deep enough to show the bones, which can make people miserable. Fu Banxia was whipped three hundred times, and it was not easy to survive until this point.
She woke up the next day with a high fever.
Shuang Jiang almost burst into tears and kept saying, "I thought you were dead and would never wake up again."
"The flesh on your back... I, I don't dare to look... is rotten. Use the healing technique!"
Without any spiritual power, the effect of the healing arts is not good. Coupled with the seven-star whip's effect of worsening injuries, even if she keeps running the healing arts, she can only maintain her life.
"I'll be fine...don't worry." After only saying a few words, he fell into sleep again.
She can say this, of course, because she has a way to deal with it. The high fever made her delirious, so she sank her consciousness into the sea of consciousness. The soul was separated from the body. Not only could she temporarily escape the pain, but there were also a large number of spiritual stones stored here for her to use.
She did not use these spiritual stones to quickly recover from her injuries, but chose to practice to increase her cultivation level so that they would not be wasted. As for trauma, as long as the cultivation level is improved, what trauma cannot be recovered? It just takes longer.
Anyway, she will stay here for ten years, and the most important thing she lacks is time.
She didn't know how long it took before she came out of the sea of consciousness. Strangely, the pain that had been engraved in her bone marrow was relieved a lot. The wound was cold, but her head was still a little dizzy.
How is this going? Could it be that Shuangshang or Honghong helped her get healing herbs?
There is no grass growing here, so where can the herbs come from? Even if you think about it, you know it's impossible.
Maybe it was an illusion caused by the pain for so long.
Forget it, I didn’t think so much, it was still important to consolidate her cultivation. After taking a short rest, she once again sank her consciousness into the sea of consciousness, vaguely, as if a hand fell on her back.
Carefully, with some cool relief.
After waking up twice, Fu Banxia felt that his injuries were greatly healed, and even his fever had gone down a lot.
This is not normal and very wrong.
"Shuangjiang, I've been unconscious for such a long time, have any outsiders been here?"
Shuangsheng hesitated for a while: "No, who would come here without any trouble?"
"That's right."
Shuangjiang squatted beside her and poked her back gently with his fingers: "How are you feeling?"
Fu Banxia shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "How long have we been here? How can it be so easy... If I die here, you can take Honghong and leave Xuantian Sect..." After speaking, his voice became smaller and smaller, his eyes Once he closed his eyes, it felt like he was delivering his last words before he was dying.
Shuangjiang panicked. He shook her shoulders with his hands, but there was no response. When he breathed again, he was so scared that he sat down on the ground and ran out crawling.
"Hong Hong! Go quickly - go quickly -"
Fu Banxia opened her eyes again when Shuangjiang ran out. She was a little curious as to who dared to come to a place like Netherworld Abyss to heal her.
The person who came was unexpected to Fu Banxia.
"Master...honor?"
Bai Lian meditated next to her, doing the mudra of Gui Ming's palms together.
The faint starlight lingered around the two people, like flying fireflies.
"Is everything okay?" he asked?
Fu Banxia was very puzzled. Didn't he ignore the secular world and only rely on fate in everything he did?
Why did he refuse to save the fox demon Banxia back then? Why not punish her murderer severely? Why did he save her so many times now?
Is it because I was a nine-tailed fox back then, but now I am a human?
This is what Fu Banxia has always wanted to know. In the past, she couldn't ask if she didn't have the opportunity. Now that she has reached this stage, what worries does she have?
"I heard that Master once had a disciple named Banxia?" she asked tentatively.
Bai Lian, who was calm at first, suddenly changed his expression and looked at her with a rather stern look, "What do you want to say?"
Fu Banxia's voice was light, "Master is so kind to me and indulges me so much. Do you think that I am her?"
The faint starlight dissipated, and the surroundings became dark again. Bai Lian's expression could not be seen clearly, and he could only hear his cold and clear voice saying: "You are you, she is her, there is no similarity between you and her."
"I heard that she died. How did she die?"
