My buddy is crazy

Of course Zhilin didn't throw me out, on the contrary, he still coaxed me not to let me out.

In order not to annoy me, he also gave me medicines every once in a while, and occasionally sang a little song and told a story to amuse me. I wanted to be alone, so he obediently left in the dark.

Apart from the fact that it was darker underground, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Being bored in the burrow like this, I was a little bored, and Zhilin sang a little song beside me, and when I listened to it, I remembered those messy things when we two first met.

My father is a demon cultivator, and my mother is also a demon cultivator. They are neither high nor low, and they are a pair of little mandarin ducks from a small sect.I have an elder brother and an elder sister on my head. If my parents hadn’t lost their minds and gave birth to me, my family should be able to live a good life even though it is difficult to prove the truth.

I only knew Fellow Daoist Kong Ji when he was a teenager, and he came to my sect as a guest.He said he was a guest, but in fact his status was much higher in our clan, so he offended half of our ancestors.At that time, I was fresh and young, and I was smart and cute with my appearance. I ran into a fellow Taoist Kongji, and he came over politely to make friends with me.

Although I am young, I am not naive, not to mention that I knew that Lin practiced Joy Zen. At the beginning, I was annoyed by his closeness, but I couldn't escape my youthful pride. He treated me differently from ordinary people , I saw that his expression gradually changed.

He is used to flirting, and it is indispensable to get along with me, singing the wind and admiring the moon, and sitting on the roof with a pot of wine to watch the stars from time to time.

He is a distinguished guest of the sect, and I'd better go along with him when the request is not too much, so I will agree with him when he recites poems, and I will nod in praise when he points to the sky full of stars and discusses Taoism.

I was young and proud at that time, how could I know that I would gradually fall into this kind of chatting.

Zhilin is a serious practitioner of Huanxi Zen, so the people around him are naturally indispensable. He always has some taboos when getting along with me. I have never really seen the army of Yingyingyanyan behind him. One day, I accidentally saw him and the sect A certain junior who was also fresh and young in the book was discussing Daoism, and my heart flustered and my eyes became hot, trembling and thinking of revenge on this little disciple.

The little disciple's cultivation time is shorter than mine, and he was born as a mortal. I deliberately suppressed him, and he also used to pretend to be miserable. He came and went to let Zhilin know about this matter, and he was not angry, but treated me generously Explained a pass.

He said that he didn't mean to be disrespectful to me, but he really regarded me as a friend. He held my hands and spoke with tenderness and sweetness. I felt guilty, and I really didn't think about him again. Pass.

At this time, I was still a little obsessed, my talent was not low, and my appearance was good, because my mind was not right and I always got along with Zhilin, and he was gentle and sweet, and I let me go around, and I broke his harem. Yanyan's ingenious balance, about ten years later, the little Taoist friend from the Yaozu who is taller than me, has a better figure, better face and prettier than me, came to ask me for advice.

He tortured me over there, but my heart suddenly became clear, and he even made a breakthrough before the battle to improve my cultivation by a small amount.

But that little fellow daoist dared to come and compete with me, of course he has something to rely on, it's not this little part that I am inferior to him in cultivation, I could only cry and let him slash my face several times with a knife.

He knew that Zhilin didn't like me, and in the end he let me out when he got bored, and kindly helped me heal my injury.

The little fellow Taoist Xu felt that the boredom in his heart was more difficult to bear than the pain in his body. When he left, he left a sentence: "I left a dozen voice messages with Master Kongji, but he ignored them and just found a better friend." Pretty little Daozi, you are not very special after all, so just say a few words if you shouldn't."

He was right, it was indeed my fault.

If I hadn't been showing off the phrase "Amu, you are always different" that he said that day while holding my hand upside down, and sometimes pretending to be aggressive and causing trouble, I would not have been targeted by this fellow Taoist.

A person who cultivates the Tao has no major issues except life and death.But the torture of this little fellow Taoist left me heartbroken. It took me less than ten years to break through this layer of karma. Looking at Zhilin again, I don't seem to like it very much.

This experience was probably the most impressive stroke in my youth, but it is really nothing in the magic cultivation. I was about a hundred years old, and I could occasionally tell it as a joke.

In ancient times, when the aura was lacking, people gathered spirits to cultivate the Tao, and the Taoism was divided into seven grades. Now that the Taoism is prosperous and the ancient teachings are not forgotten, the method of grading has also been used.

Take Yinxiu's dream song as an example. The first level is awareness, which basically only has the effect of sleeping, and it may not work every time; the second level is entry. The person he is targeting sleeps for one night, and that person's level must be lower than his; the third level is ingenuity, and if a monk at this level plays the same piece, if he plays the same piece of music, it should be able to make ordinary people fall into a dream. Those who can’t wake up are the same for monks of the same level but with inferior cultivation bases; the fourth level is flexible, and monks of this level are already very powerful. A dream song should prevent ordinary people in a city from waking up; The fifth level is spiritual transformation, and the same song should be able to hypnotize low-level monks in a city; the sixth level is forgetting life, which can draw people from a country, whether they are monks or not, directly into the dream world and open up a dream country; If the wish is fulfilled at the seventh level, you will enter the period of crossing the catastrophe when this realm is completed, and you will be able to ascend immediately after several levels of catastrophe.

Zhilin cultivated Dao diligently, and when he was three hundred years old, he was only in the realm of spiritual transformation, which is already considered extraordinary talent in demonic cultivation.I am a hundred years old, I am flexible and perfect, and I am considered a genius even if I am not big or young. When people recommend me to the top, I always go there happily. .

At this point in my life, things started to take a turn for the worse.