For those who practice immortals, without sleep, cultivation is a rest time. They can not only restore blue and blood, but also improve their cultivation.

Just like ordinary people have a certain chance of having nightmares when sleeping, they also have a similar state in their practice. In terms of immortal cultivation, it is called the invasion of the inner demon.

After finding Ling Meng, Li Ran, who returned to the inn to practice, was disturbed by the inner demon at this time.

He was wandering in his mind and dreamed that a black monk smiled at him. Between his two sexy thick lips, a mouthful of white teeth were dazzling.

Li Ran suddenly woke up, escaped from his cultivation state, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"Boy, what's wrong with you?" The black and white Taoist lying beside him practiced noticed Li Ran's abnormality and asked with his eyes open.

"I dreamed of that bald head during the day."

"It turned out to be an invasion of the inner demon. What did he do to you in the dream?"

Li Ran was in the mood to answer, walked to the window, pushed open the wooden window, and the cool night wind blew on his face.

It was already late at night, but the city was still shining with its spirit, as bright as daylight, and people came and went on the streets.

Just as a cultivator has no sleep, there is no night in a city of cultivating immortals.

He let out a long sigh and decided to go out for some breath.

He lifted the black and white Taoist from the bed like a bag, came to the door, pushed open the door, and suddenly turned black in front of him.

"It's you!"

The black monk I met during the day actually stood in front of his door.

What's strange is that the black monk was standing in front of him, but he could not sense the other party's aura at all.

He suddenly became nervous and the spiritual power in his body began to stir up.

The black and white Taoist who was grabbed by him also widened his eyes and stared at the black monk in front of him with vigilance.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm here to help you." The black monk smiled.

"What should I do?"

"Help the donor get rid of the semen and escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Thank you, I don't need it."

Li Ran slammed the door and turned around. There was another darkness in front of him. The black monk was already standing behind him.

"Since the donor is stubborn, I have to help the donor get it."

The black monk said calmly, and took out a hammer for hitting wooden fish from behind. The hammer was black all over, about two feet long, as thick as a child's arm, with secret text engraved on it, and the hammer head was smooth and shiny, as if it had been hit tens of millions of times.

Li Ran was about to take action, but before the spiritual power in his body was activated, the hammer had already fallen on his head, making a clear sound, as if he was knocking on a lump of elm.

Li Ran's mind roared, his eyes turned black, and he fell down with his head raised.

The black monk looked at the black and white Taoist who fell beside Li Ran again. The black and white Taoist felt a little shocked and did not dare to make a sound.

"You are a good seedling, let's go with me."

After saying that, the monk waved his robe and put Li Ran and the Hei and White Taoist in his sleeves, then left the room calmly.

When I arrived outside the house, a man had already been waiting at the end of the corridor.

"The female donor wants to stop me?" the black monk smiled.

Shuiyue shook her head.

"I dare not, but please leave a Dharma name, so I have an explanation." Shui Yue stared at the black monk with a serious expression.

"Da Mie."

The black monk said calmly, then walked past Shuiyue and disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

Shuiyue turned around slowly, with a surprised expression on her face. It turned out to be him?

Looking at the empty stairs, she suddenly felt relieved and said in a low voice:

“…It’s good.”

Then she returned to the room, and her consciousness was immersed in a wisp of her soul.

"Mr. Emperor, Li Ran was captured by Monk Dami."

A response was quickly heard from the imprint.

"Dami, the great disciple of Modho? How did you meet him?"

Shui Yue packed the picture of encountering Damie stored in the sea of ​​consciousness, and sent it through the magic mark, and said:

"I will go to Jingnian Mountain to ask for people."

The brand responded: "No need, Emperor Modho has already transformed himself. His ten disciples each took one of the relics left by him after transformed him. He has long left Jingnian Mountain. Besides, your strength has not yet been restored and he is no match for them. If you come back first, I will restore your cultivation for you, and then you can find him back."

"yes."

...

Li Ran woke up and opened his eyes and saw a familiar black face in front of him.

He was lying on a simple wooden bed, with the black and white Taoist lying next to him with his bare butt.

"Junior brother, are you awake?"

Li Ran suddenly stood up, his spiritual power surged. He was about to attack him, but he saw the black monk calmly stretching out his right hand and pressing it lightly on his shoulder. The spiritual power in his body was instantly suppressed and fell into stagnation.

"Junior brother, don't be so nervous, I have no malice to you."

Li Ran immediately realized that the gap between his strength and the other party was too big, so it was not advisable to fight hard. He first figured out the situation before thinking about it.

"Junior brother? Are you calling me?"

"Yes, the master, he sat in front of the flower, asked me to come to you and put you in the door."

"But I don't know your master at all." Li Ran didn't have a long time to arrive in the fairy world. He could be sure that after he arrived in the fairy world, he had never dealt with other bald figures.

"The master is the lord of the Pure Mind Mind Realm, and his honorable name is Modho."

“Don’t know.”

"It doesn't matter if you don't know each other. From now on, just remember the master's name. I am the master's first disciple, and my Dharma name is Dami. You can call me my senior brother in the future."

"Wait, I didn't say I wanted to agree."

Da Mie looked at Li Ran with a smile, and a strange light shot out from his eyes: "The master's will, you must complete it as a disciple. If you don't agree, don't want to leave this temple."

“…”

"You think about it carefully, come to me once you figure it out."

Damie gently patted Li Ran on the shoulder, then turned around and walked out the door.

Li Ran looked out the door. The courtyard outside was not big, paved with bluestone slabs, and there was a well in the corner.

He suddenly felt a little cold on his head, and when he reached out to touch it, the top of his head became smooth.

"Where is my hair?"

He was shocked and touched again, and the touch from his palm was as smooth as silk.

"how so?!"

Even if you shave your hair, the remaining roots will still be tied. The fresh bald head should feel as rough as sandpaper. It cannot be so silky. It feels like all his hair has been uprooted and there is no left of stubble.

"When the black monk was slandering you, he used a secret technique on your head. If you don't break this method, your hair will never grow."

The black and white Taoist on the bed had already climbed up and walked with a small bald head as smooth as an egg.
Chapter completed!