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Volume 1 Chapter 1 The Living Dead in the Black Prison

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    A dim yellow light was slightly lit deep in the ground. Because the wick had not been cut for a long time, the already weak flame became even more feeble, as if it would go out at any time.  Along with the lights, in addition to the wisps of black smoke floating above the wicks, there was also a strong and lingering stench.  This kind of smelly oil lamp, which even the poorest families do not use, is the only source of light here, which perfectly matches the name of the Black Prison.  Under the dim light of the oil lamp were two rows of eight cells. Because this black prison was still under the Xiangzhou Prison, it was too deep into the ground. The disgusting filthy air was so rich that water would drip out if you stretched your hand and stirred it.  of moisture.  Dark, damp, and suffocating, this dark prison truly lives up to its name.  In comparison, even the dirtiest pigsty on the ground is probably ten or a hundred times better than here.  In addition to the harsh environment, the most unbearable thing in the black prison is the invisible, but actually filling the entire space with death energy. Ye Yi'an's most intuitive feeling about this death energy is,  In one thousand one hundred and twenty-four days and nights, the flame of the smelly oil lamp never changed slightly, not even the smallest sway.  Ye Yian lives in Cell No. 7, the dankest and darkest place in the entire prison.  On the 1,125th day after entering the black prison, Ye Yian counted the time to get up from the couch made of moldy straw.  Although the clothes on his body were already in tatters, Ye Yi'an still carefully arranged them up and down, and then took a small rope ring made of straw to straighten and hold the messy hair.  After tidying up as much as possible, Ye Yian walked to a place on the left side of the center of the cell and stood there, then slowly closed his eyes.  "It has been gloomy for fifteen days in a row. The sky should be sunny today." Almost at the same time he closed his eyes, a thin beam of sunlight came in from a hole on the top of Cell No. 2 opposite, slanting  The light shined into Cell No. 7, and it shone right between Ye Yi'an's brows as he stood in a carefully selected position.  Deep underground, in the dark and gloomy prison filled with death, there is such a beam of light coming as scheduled every day. Although I don¡¯t know how many coincidences of topography are needed to make this scene happen, it does not hinder Ye Yi¡¯s safety.  Enjoy this miracle of light both physically and mentally.  This is a real miracle, a miracle that is far more breathtaking than those claimed by Guangyuan Temple.  This beam of light that cannot be explained by a miracle is too thin, so the piece of sunlight projected on Ye Yi'an's eyebrows is only the size of a Kaiyuan Tongbao.  There was no sign of any complaint from Ye Yian. With his eyes slightly closed, he was greedily feeling all the warmth and light contained in the sunshine of this money.  After fifteen consecutive days of gloom, the weather outside has become sunny as expected today, bright and warm. This is the light of the rising sun in spring - truly the best sunshine in the best season.  Ye Yi'an adjusted his body slightly, letting the sunshine glide over every corner of his face without missing an inch.  Ye Yi'an entered the black prison at the age of fifteen. Now that he is over eighteen, Ye Yi'an has long lost the childishness of a young boy. His originally handsome and delicate face is pale, so white that there is no trace of blood, and his slender body is too thin.  It seems taller and taller.  With such a thin body coupled with the extremely torn clothes, his appearance is far worse than that of the most destitute beggar in the market.  When the light of the rising sun passed through his eyes, Ye Yi'an slowly opened his closed eyes.  Everything has changed!  The eyebrows are sword eyebrows and the eyes are star eyes.  For some unknown reason, the darkness of more than a thousand days and nights in the dark prison did not make Ye Yi'an's eyes cloudy, nor did the long-term confinement make his eyes dull.  These are still a pair of clear eyebrows, bright and agile. Every time the pupils turn, there is vicissitudes, melancholy, determination and hope that were not seen three years ago.  These are a pair of eyes that seem to have magnetic power and are unforgettable. Just because of these eyes, even this dark and gloomy prison cannot conceal his specialness.  Time passed little by little, and the sunlight became lower and lower, and when it reached the chest, it finally disappeared completely.  Watching the sunshine go away, Ye Yi'an sighed reluctantly, took a small piece of solid stone with a sharp edge and scratched a heavy mark on the wall of the black prison.  Another day has passed!  After finishing this, he began to return to the moldy straw couch as he had done for more than a thousand days in the past, squeezed the Qingling Jue with his hands, sat down, closed his eyes, breathed in, and guided.  This attempt was as futile as before, and still could not sense any of the original spiritual power of heaven and earth.  After a long time, Ye Yi'an exhaled a long breath and was about to end his futile attempt to get up, when a slight rustling sound suddenly came from the wall beside him.?.  Amidst the sound of shouts, someone took out a blue brick on the wall from Cell No. 8. This kind of green brick was originally used to build city walls. It was thick and thick. After it was taken out, a link between the two rooms was suddenly revealed on the wall.  The hole in the cell comes.  What is revealed behind the hole is a dark, rough face. The beard on the face is too thick and too thick, making the face blurred. The only eye-catching pair of deep-set eyes with dark red reflections.  Especially those pupils, Ye Yi'an felt that they were a little redder than the last time he saw them, so red that not even a trace of black could be seen.  This man is just like his name, a living dead.  The red pupils of the living dead stared at Ye Yi'an, who was still sitting down. There was ridicule in his voice, as well as some other indescribable emotions, "The black prison is a five-element paradise carefully arranged by the Taoist bastards. How can there be native life here?"  Can it be used to guide your breathing? Moreover, those bull noses had already destroyed your elixir points when you were imprisoned. Even if there is original spiritual power here for you to use, it will be difficult to retain it in your body, let alone re-form the Yuan Dan."  At this point, the man paused and then said: "I have tried more than a thousand times and been disappointed more than a thousand times. It is really rare for you not to go crazy. But, aren't you tired of it?" Ye Yi'an approached the hole and said, "Dark Prison"  If you don't want to go crazy, you should learn to find more things to do for yourself. But you, today is very unusual. You talk more now than you have in the past year." The living dead did not answer this and asked himself: "  How many days has it been since you entered the black prison? "It's so rare to have someone to talk to in this black prison. Ye Yi'an didn't ask why he asked, "One thousand one hundred and twenty-five days" "You entered the prison.  "The day of the prison?" "The seventh day of March in the twenty-eighth year of Kaiyuan" The living dead was silent for a while, as if he was calculating, or just confirming something.  "It's been more than a thousand days, but I haven't asked why you ended up in this dark prison?" Upon hearing this question, Ye Yi'an was startled.  This living dead man is so unusual today. Not only does he talk a lot, but there is a hint of happiness in his voice that cannot be concealed, and he actually asks such a question.  After being in prison for three years, Ye Yi'an has learned that asking about other people's past in this place is the same as exposing people's wounds, which is really annoying.  He had asked the same question when the living dead removed the bricks for the first time. Not only did he not receive an answer, but he was scolded. After that, the living dead never said a word to him again for seven months.     what is it today?  Silent The living dead did not press any further questions, nor did they block the green bricks, they just waited quietly.  After a long time, Ye Yi'an spoke again, "I don't know." This answer was really surprising. There was undisguised surprise in the voice of the living dead, "I don't know?" "Yes" since he was taught by Master twelve years ago.  After being taken in, Ye Yi'an, who was originally an orphan, lived with him in a small valley in Wuyin Mountain. Although this valley was unknown, it had excellent scenery and abundant natural spiritual power. It was like a paradise.  The master is a mysterious figure. He spends so little time and thought on cultivation that it is almost negligible. What he usually sees is that he carries a cup of wine to the top of a mountain next to a valley and lies on a rock.  Seeing the clouds gathering and dispersing in the sky, the clouds rolling and relaxing, he never got tired of it for nine years. It seemed that those clouds that gathered and dispersed irregularly contained endless secrets that were enough to make him obsessed.  With such a master who was so lazy that he almost didn¡¯t care about anything, Ye Yian, who was already precocious, matured faster. He took over the chores in the valley at the age of twelve, and went out of the valley once a month to buy writing, tea, wine and other daily necessities.  Three years ago, on the seventh day of March in the twenty-eighth year of Kaiyuan, it was also the day of purchase. When Ye Yi'an, who had completed the purchase and was clad in the afterglow of the setting sun, just walked back to the small valley, he was arrested by a Taoist priest wearing apricot yellow robes, and then  Into this dark prison.  This process was very fast, and there were no questions during it. After being thrown into the black prison, it was like a stone sinking into the water. No one remembered or cared about it.  It¡¯s not that I don¡¯t want to find out the whole story, it¡¯s just that once I entered the prison, no one even listened to me.  In the past three years, except for an old prisoner who was responsible for delivering meals, Ye Yi'an had never seen an outsider, let alone the Taoist who arrested him.  And even the old prisoner, who was the only one who had contact with the outside world, was deaf and mute. He could neither hear clearly nor want to hear any words of the prisoners.  "After three years of this, not only the reason why he was sent to the black prison is not known, but Ye Yi'an also doesn't know the safety and whereabouts of his master.  Even in the deepest dark night, he never loses his desire for light. Optimism is his nature. The rough and difficult fate since childhood has tempered Ye Yi'an's perseverance. Even so, every time he thinks about Master in the past three years, his mind will fall into a trap.  in the negative emotions of depression and worry that he tried so hard to avoid.  Even if the master is not dead, he must be in jail like him, otherwise, he will beCould he be captured so easily?  He was captured for three years and no one came to rescue him?
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