After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

Chapter 12 Twelve, I want to take Master home
That year, Sang Mo ascended to heaven and experienced a thunder tribulation.

That thunder catastrophe was unprecedented, and Zelin, the god of agriculture, lost all his power in order to protect her.

It coincided with the autumn harvest in the world, but Zelin failed to send blessings in time.

The people worked hard for a year, but in the end they got nothing.

The world was full of people dying of hunger, and Sang Mo's master and apprentice were stripped of their immortal positions and thrown into prison.

At that time, Sang Mo had just experienced a thunderstorm, and he was in a daze. He couldn't stop trembling whenever he heard the thunder.

However, both of them were bombarded by thunder every day.

It felt like the whole body was being burned from the inside out, the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, and penetrated the internal organs. I would lose my sense of taste and smell for a long time, my ears would roar, and my eyes would turn black.

After a few days, Sang Mo became a little out of his mind.

She holds her head and giggles when she sees people. When she opens her mouth, her saliva can't stop flowing down.

Sometimes he would go crazy and say that he was a Shura monster and that he would destroy the world.

Zelin couldn't bear the suffering of his little apprentice and took all the thunder.

But then there will be the extreme fire purgatory and the punishment of ten thousand swords piercing the heart.

Within a few days, Zelin's body was damaged.

At that time, Sang Mo had a dull look on his face and was tied to the Tianzhu by a bowl-thick Immortal Binding Lock.

When Zelin was tortured by ten thousand swords piercing his heart, he was hung in the air by extremely cold iron chains, and his blood flowed down like a waterfall.

Sang Mo crawled under him on his hands and feet, raised his head, his eyes were so pure that there was no distracting thoughts, "Master, do you feel any pain?"

"Sang Mo, I'll give you a breath, and it won't hurt anymore."

The priest who was watching the execution couldn't help crying when he saw this scene.

Everyone came to the table one after another, saying that the child was innocent, the master made a mistake, and the crime was not as bad as the disciple.

On the day he was taken out of the execution ground, Sang Mo cried so hard that his heart broke, and he hugged the iron lock tightly and refused to let go.

Zelin yelled at her and told her to get out, but Sang Mo remained indifferent. Even the thunder from the sky that she feared the most couldn't make her let go.

Later, Zelin sighed softly and coaxed her in a gentle tone, "Sang Mo will go back and clean the inside and outside of the Nongshen Temple first. Remember to prepare wound medicine for the master. The master is in great pain now."

Sang Mo, who was already stupid, easily fell into the trap, "Then when will Master come back?"

"Quickly, Sang Mo needs to move quickly. Master will be angry when he sees the mess in the Agricultural Temple."

Sang Mo nodded obediently, "Sang Mo is very capable."

As soon as he left the execution ground, Sang Mo was knocked unconscious from behind by the God of Cookery and brought back to the God of Cookery for treatment.

This treatment lasted for less than half a month. When he woke up again, Zelin had been thrown into the well of reincarnation.

Sang Mo broke down and cried, broke into the well of reincarnation with bare feet and disheveled hair, and was reported by the heavenly soldiers.

It is a taboo for a priest to lose control of his emotions, and Sang Mo was thrown into the sea of ​​illusion for decades.

The sea water of the Sea of ​​Illusion is cold to the bone. There is no sound there, nothing can be touched, and it can kill all obsessions.

Every day a priest would come and ask: "What do you want to do?"

Sang Mo's answer every time was: "Take Master home."

Every time at this time, the priest would sigh, "Idiot." Then he would lock Sang Mo deeper.

Until Sang Mo was moved to the bottom of the sea, there was no way he could fall.

That day, the priest came to Sang Mo again and asked: "What do you want to do?"

Sang Mo was stunned and was about to answer, but suddenly his heart was filled with happiness, and the words on his lips turned around and said, "I want to... sleep."

The priest shook his head as usual, "Crazy..."

"Um?!"

The priest was overjoyed and said, "That's good, that's good. I finally passed the test."

He stretched out his index finger and put it on Sang Mo's forehead, "Good boy, go to sleep if you want."

After a long sleep, Sang Mo woke up and found that his body and internal organs were completely frostbitten.When Fan Yao, the God of Cookery, applied medicine to her wounds, she was so distressed that she shed tears.

Unexpectedly, after Sang Mo woke up, the first thing he said with a big tongue was: "I want to go down to earth!"

The medicine box in Fan Yao's hand clattered to the ground. He hurriedly stepped forward and covered Sang Mo's mouth. He took everyone out before daring to let go.

"Idiot!" He cursed in a low voice and paced back and forth anxiously.

Sang Mo's eyes were firm, "Uncle Fan, please help me, otherwise I will be thrown into the sea of ​​illusion again."

"Priests cannot bring their true bodies down to earth." Fan Yao spoke in a firmer tone than she did.

"As long as I can go down to earth with my memories."

Fan Yao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he quickly said firmly: "Absolutely impossible!"

Sang Mo caught the slightest bit of strangeness in him, "Uncle Fan, please help me. You know me, and I must do what I have determined."

"Your master asked me to take good care of you before he left."

Sang Mo turned his head and said, "If you don't want to help, I won't help. I will find a way myself. Anyway, I must bring Master back."

These words frightened Fan Yao so much that she almost lost her balance, "You little bastard, I'm afraid you are looking for death."

Sang Mo stubbornly raised his head and refused to look at him, "Just tell me whether you can help or not."

Fan Yao had no choice but to let go of her tightly twisted hands, "If your master finds out, I'm afraid he will eat me alive."

Sang Mo turned around happily after hearing this, "Uncle Fan, did you agree?!"

Fan Yao was so angry that she didn't want to speak. He stretched out his hand and pinched the frostbite on Sang Mo's cheek, "You bad guy!"

Sang Mo grinned in pain, "Uncle Fan!! It hurts me to death!"

"You know it hurts but you still don't restrain yourself?"

"That's different." Sang Mo grabbed Fan Yao's sleeve and shook it, "Uncle Fan, what should I do?"

Fan Yao sighed, "It's not impossible to go down to earth with the right name and memories."

"What? Say it quickly."

Fan Yao pondered for a long time, "Take a mission."

"There are many priests who have made mistakes, but their crimes are not worthy of death. The Court of Justice will assign some difficult tasks to them and throw them into the mortal world to exchange their merits for their crimes. Once the tasks are completed, they can come back."

Sang Mo's eyes suddenly lit up after hearing this, "Then can I find the master while completing the task and bring him back to the right path?"

Fan Yao nodded, "That's right. But this method is dangerous. After arriving in the mortal world, you can only live in a mortal body. The task cannot be completed casually. If you cannot complete it, you will not be able to come back."

"Besides, in the vast sea of ​​​​people, your master has gone through many reincarnations. He may be in the form of a woman, a three-year-old child, an old man, or an animal form, an ant, a cow, a deer... these are all It's possible."

Sang Mo nodded, "Uncle Fan, I understand what you said. Even if there is only one chance in ten million, I will give it a try."

Fan Yao sighed again, "Fool!"
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His thoughts gradually returned, and a three or four-year-old girl wearing bright red clothes and braids suddenly appeared in front of him.

Her eyes were huge and she glared at Sang Mo fiercely, "Have you ever been hungry?"

Sang Mo thought about how much blood had been drained the day he first came down to earth, but not a drop of water had entered. His weak eyes were dizzy and his limbs were weak. He nodded uncertainly.

The little girl in red suddenly went crazy, and she roared sharply: "Wrong!!!"

"Have you ever eaten soil or tree bark? Have you ever experienced the feeling of those things not being digested in your stomach, feeling heavy and unable to poop?"

"Why do you say you were hungry?!?!"

Sang Mo was stunned, she couldn't imagine that feeling.

But it won’t feel good, that’s right.

"I'm sorry..." Her voice sounded a little weak when she said this.

"Is that all I need to say sorry? So many people died in vain, right?" The little girl in red said, her face becoming more and more ferocious.

"I atone for my sins..."

The little girl in red sneered with a strange smile, "Then you stay here and don't go back to heaven."

(End of this chapter)