"Take me to see your son."

Whether it is a human or a ghost, a demon or a monster, you naturally have to see it with your own eyes to confirm it.

Moreover, he was born with this white dog who was born extraordinary.

If it wasn't the same bloody plot as the Minotaur, it might be a companion spirit pet similar to a companion spirit weapon.

The world is full of wonders, isn’t it?

After hearing Jiang Li's order, at the critical moment of life and death, the king no longer cared about the royal face and his own mood.

Without any hesitation, he took Jiang Li and walked towards the dungeon under the palace.

Due to Jiang Li's previous order, in order to gather a thousand souls of prisoners, all the prisoners in the dungeon have been executed.

The dungeon was unusually empty. The old king entered one of the cleaner cells and lifted the straw on the ground, revealing a wooden trapdoor underneath.

Buddhist scriptures were also written on the trapdoor.

It was these scriptures that obscured the eyes of the stubborn hermits and prevented them from discovering.

It seems that after this time, I have to find a detection-type spell for the people below to learn, otherwise they won’t be able to do even the smallest things well.

After opening the trap door, Jiang Li followed the king down inside.

Hidden beneath this dungeon is a dark prison cell that was converted from a sewer.

On the ground here, there is a layer of ankle-deep sewage flowing slowly, indicating that this section of the sewer is still in use.

A few fat rats were not afraid of living people at all and crawled leisurely in the darkness.

It was not until a ball of spiritual fire ignited in Jiang Li's hands that they were frightened and ran to the corner, crawled into the holes, and escaped to other sewers.

Ugh! The king next to Jiang Li had obviously never been here before. He couldn't stand the stench in the environment and just bent over and vomited.

This kind of environment doesn't seem like a place where a person can survive.

But in Jiang Li's ears, he could hear a slight panting sound coming from not far ahead.

With the help of the firelight, Jiang Li could clearly see that at the end of the sewer cell, in a rusty iron cage, there sat a thin figure.

In such an environment, if an ordinary person were locked up here for a month or so, even if he managed to survive, his body would be ruined.

There actually are mortals who can live and grow up here.

"My Lord, that... that is the little king's wicked son."

"He hasn't died in ten years. He is indeed a monster."

"My young prince was soft-hearted and spared the life of his son, which was a huge mistake! Now, the son is at the mercy of Immortal Master!"

There was still a strong sense of disgust and rejection in the king's words.

Even if his son was just alive, he would feel uncomfortable.

He must be feeling depressed, wondering why this evil son hasn't died yet.

Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but this king's face was so disgusting and horrible.

Jiang Li temporarily resisted the urge to slap him to death and walked closer to the iron cage holding the spiritual fire.

Sitting in the cage was a young boy covered in mud, with only a piece of rag to cover his body.

The boy was unkempt, with multiple scars on his body from being bitten by rats. He was skinny, especially his left leg, which was small and deformed, as if the leg of a three-year-old child had grown on the body of a thirteen-year-old boy.

Although Jiang Li was not a medical practitioner, he could still tell the cause of the deformity at a glance.

On the boy's left leg, there was a very small metal shackle, which was tightly encircling his left leg without any room for movement.

According to the king, the boy is now thirteen years old and was imprisoned here ten years ago.

That is to say, ten years ago, when the boy was three years old, he was shackled and stuffed into a cage. Due to the restraints, he was unable to grow and eventually became deformed.

It is hard to imagine how much pain this young man has endured in these ten years.

At this time, a sound of flowing water was heard, and after a moment, a pile of slop mixed with wild vegetables, broken bones and rice flowed to the side of the iron cage.

It turned out that there was a hollow bamboo tube next to the iron cage, extending down from somewhere above.

Every now and then, the people above would remember and pour some leftover rice slop into the bamboo tube. Perhaps for the people above, this bamboo tube was more of a place to vent dirty water.

And this young man has survived to this day by relying on leftover food and slop.

Such suffering is shocking.

At this time, one of the Buddha's hands of the statue's incarnation moved, and the soul of the white dog, which had originally calmed down, began to struggle again.

Seeing that it was not aggressive, Jiang Li tried to let go.

The soul of the white puppy jumped to the surface of the water, sniffed the surrounding environment, and was soon attracted by the boy in the iron cage.

He ran forward a few steps, and his illusory body passed through the iron cage and landed in the arms of the thin prince.

The young man finally moved at this time.

His eyes were almost pure black as ink, and even after staying in darkness for ten years, he had not lost his vision.

He stretched out his hand and held the puppy's soul in his arms, as if he was gently caressing its soul.

Not only can he see, he can also see souls.

Jiang Li can already be sure that the person in front of him is the source of this country's specialness.

He could see that there were no signs of cultivation on the other person, but there was an extremely rich and pure spiritual energy hidden in his body.

If he had not taken rare treasures from heaven and earth like the Nine Netherworld Fruit, it would be the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that spontaneously gathered and merged into his body.

Not only that, even in this stinking sewer cell, although the environment is dirty and disgusting, the concentration of spiritual energy is more than five times that of the outside world! This is something that many spirit gathering formations cannot do. But just because one person sits here, the spiritual energy around him spontaneously becomes dense. This is simply outrageous.

This person's natural talent is absolutely unique to Jiang Li in his life.

If he were to embark on the path of spiritual practice, it would be an understatement to say that he would make rapid progress every day.

I'm afraid that if Jiang Li cheats, it's hard to say whether he can defeat the opponent.

"Thank you, benefactor, for bringing Shan Ting back to me."

The boy in the cage sat in the sewage and bowed to Jiang Li.

As soon as he opened his mouth, King Kundu, who had been hiding at the entrance, was frightened. He shouted "monster" and crawled upwards.

This guy has been locked up in this sewer cell for ten years, but not only is he not dead, he can speak clearly and fluently even though no one has ever taught him a language.

In the eyes of ignorant mortals, what else could this be but a demon? So King Kundu ran away in a flash.

But the problem was that after that guy climbed up, I don't know if it was because he was too scared or he did it on purpose, he actually closed the trapdoor! Didn't this mean that Jiang Li was also trapped down there?

For a mortal to act so disrespectfully towards Jiang Li, whether it was intentional or unintentional, he was just asking for trouble.

The spiritual fire in his hand surged, and he was about to rush out of the cell and burn the king to ashes.

But at this time, the young man stopped him again.

"Please forgive my father for being unreasonable. Qiushui is willing to bear the suffering for him."

Jiang Li paused, and did not advise the young man to repay kindness with kindness, or repay evil with justice.

I didn't argue with the boy about who was right or wrong, or whether good would be rewarded or evil would be punished.

Because in the world of cultivating immortals, things like right and wrong and reason have never been the most important.

With a thought, the surging flames gently returned to Jiang Li's hands.

As his mind moved, the bright wine-fire spirit flame in his palm turned into a pale ghost lantern fire.

Li Jiang stretched out his hand and handed the Ghost Lantern Lengyan to the other party.

"Have you thought about enduring the suffering for him?"

The boy smiled.

"It is my fate to suffer. Thank you for your help."

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The young man who called himself Prisoner of Water did not hesitate at all and actually stretched his right hand into the cold flame.

He actually wanted to repay evil with kindness and endure the suffering of the perpetrator.

But what surprised Jiang Li was not this, but the fact that the other party's soul was not burned by the flames.

This means that the other party is not a strong person. If it is a soul taking over the body and reborn in the belly, then the soul and body must not be completely compatible, and the flaws will be revealed when burned by the cold flame of the ghost lantern.

Only a completely matching original body can protect the soul from being harmed by the cold flames of the ghost lantern.

Since it's not a possession of another's body.

Nowadays, when there is no reincarnation, theoretically no one should be able to awaken the wisdom in the womb.

Because they didn't have a previous life, how could they understand the mystery of the broken womb? Unless... He was a very rare case that was often talked about in the world of immortal cultivation.

Immortal Buddha reincarnation!? Jiang Li himself has been considered the reincarnation of an immortal Buddha countless times. It is said that such a situation has also occurred in the more vast Cangyun Continent Central Region.

He wasn't sure yet, but the look in his eyes became more serious.

"Prisoner of Water, trapped in the sewage. Is this the name you gave yourself?"

The boy nodded and began to stroke the soul of the white puppy in his arms.

"You have been here for ten years. You shouldn't have to endure that suffering. Are you willing to leave here with me?"

When Jiang Li saw such a being, not to mention the alternative clone of Guanyin Heart Sutra, he had to pull it back no matter what and feed it a Nine Netherworld Fruit first.

However, his proposal to rescue Qiu Shui was rejected by the other party.

"Donor, this is wrong."

"Everyone in the world suffers, but no one can escape. The taste of suffering is something that even the prison water can bear."

"I am not afraid of the suffering of my body and mind. I just want to stay here and think about how to relieve suffering and solve problems."

"Thank you for your concern. If there were more people like you in the world, the world would be at peace."

The young prisoner did not feel pained by his miserable life. The words he spoke were full of compassion like those of a high-level monk.

He raised his eyes to look at Jiang Li, and seemed to see the merits and spiritual light of Jiang Li's original body through the statue's clone. He actually nodded at him approvingly.

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows. The person sitting in front of him didn't look like a young man with a lot of evil deeds.

This magnanimity alone is enough to allow him to have an equal dialogue.

Perhaps, this prisoner is the reincarnation of a Buddhist? Jiang Li controlled himself from thinking of killing him in advance. He had a feeling that as long as he thought about it, the other party would be able to see it.

However, he still had to take the person away.

"Brother Qiushui is dedicated to saving people from suffering and has great aspirations. I admire him very much."

"But the death row here is empty, and the suffering is over. There is no point in Brother Qiushui staying here any longer."

"It just so happens that I know a place where there is constant wailing day and night, and it is as miserable as the abyss of hell. I wonder if Brother Qiushui is willing to go there? Join me in relieving suffering and resolving difficulties."

Buddhist practitioners are different from normal practitioners, they need to cultivate their state of mind and maintain the heart of Buddha.

Once you have determined your beliefs, no matter how outrageous they are, you often cannot turn back.

Once one begins to doubt and waver in one's beliefs, or even their collapse, it is not impossible that all one's cultivation will be wiped out, or even one will die on the spot.

You endure suffering and save the world, but you look like a masochist and very stupid.

But when the other party endures the suffering and becomes stronger rapidly, you will know what great wisdom is and who is the real fool.

Therefore, Jiang Li had no intention of persuading the other party to change his mind. Doing so would not be saving people, but rather hindering them from achieving enlightenment, which was irreconcilable.

However, when dealing with such people, the effect will be much better if you just follow what they say.

As expected, when he heard that there were more hardships he needed to face, the originally resolute expression of the water prisoner boy immediately changed.

"Please lead the way, even if it means being imprisoned in water, boiled in oil, or burned in fire."

"That's great!"

Jiang Li waved his hand, and the iron cage that trapped Qiu Shui broke into pieces immediately. The iron chain that locked his left leg also broke easily like a piece of paper.

Then a lotus platform emerged from under the two of them, dragging them directly through the palace and flew away.

The Gate of Hell rose from the ground. The eerie aura emanating from it not only did not frighten Qiu Shui, but instead made his eyes more determined.

That place really seemed to suit him better.

The two of them entered, and the people from the Wanshi Hermit and the Manjianghong Inn also filed in. Then the ghost gate fell, and in just a moment, everyone disappeared from this land.

At the same time, in a temple thousands of miles away, an old monk was lying on the ground with his butt sticking up, listening carefully to something with his ear pressed to the ground.

After a while, the old monk sat up from the ground, and it could be seen that there was a white dog ear attached to his ear.

"The people from Chongshan League have left."

"They took that strange child away. Are there any more secrets about that child?"

The old monk muttered to himself while taking off the dog's ear. A stream of blood immediately flowed out of the ear canal, dripping onto the ground and quickly forming a pool of blood.

But the old monk didn't care. He just carefully put the dog ears into a wooden box.

In the wooden box, you can see another white dog ear, lying there quietly.

There are two dog ears, one of which has a word "good" on it, and the other has a word "listen" on it.

"My dear, my dear, they are gone, no one will come to take you away."

The old monk hid the wooden box and then returned to his cushion to sit in meditation.

He had just used a dog ear to eavesdrop on things happening thousands of miles away, which had damaged his soul, and soon he was unconscious.

But what he didn't know was that a treasure-stealing rat had already sneaked into the Baxing Temple.

(End of this chapter)