At this time, Tuoba Yu looked proud, as if excited to see the county magistrate so embarrassed.
When the county magistrate heard Tuoba Yu's sarcasm, his face became more and more ugly, but he only dared to remain silent, lowered his head, and silently endured her ridicule.
The assassin appeared like a ghost. They moved quickly and quickly, and in a short while, they quietly took the old monk away.
Although the old monk was old, his expression was still as calm as water.
They came to a hidden cave, and the candlelight swayed slightly, illuminating everyone's face.
The old monk sat upright on a stone, with a calm expression on his face, and looked at the assassin in front of him with a gentle look, and slowly asked, "Donors, why do you bring me here?"
One of the assassins showed a hint of ferocity in his eyes, but in the face of the old monk's calmness, his momentum was inexplicably weaker. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph, someone wants your life!"
After hearing this, the old monk smiled slightly. There was no fear in his smile, but instead there was a kind of detached indifference. He whispered: "I have never fought with the world all my life. I don't know who I have offended and will suffer this disaster."
Another assassin shouted impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense! Today is your death!"
The old monk was still looking at them calmly, as if everything had nothing to do with him, but just shook his head gently and sighed.
The old monk looked at the assassins with a firm look and said slowly: "Even if you just want me to die, can you understand?"
The assassins looked at each other, and one of the assassins snorted coldly, took out a piece of paper from their sleeves, and threw it in front of the old monk.
The old monk picked up the paper in confusion and opened it. He was shocked, with a look of astonishment on his face, and the paper in his hand almost slipped off.
His eyes were staring at the portrait, his lips trembled slightly, and he murmured in disbelief: "This...how is this possible..."
His eyes were full of surprise and confusion, as if he had seen something extremely incredible.
But the assassins looked at the old monk's reaction with a cold look on their faces. One of them sneered: "Now, you should know why you are dead."
The old monk raised his head, looked away from the portrait, and looked at the assassins. There was a bit of complex emotions in his eyes, including shock, doubt, and a hint of undetectable sadness.
The old monk suddenly started crying like a child.
Tears slid down his old face, and he swallowed and said, "I deserve to die, I regret not being the first one!"
His voice was filled with pain and regret, his shoulders kept shaking, and his sad look made people feel pity for seeing.
An assassin frowned and said, "Hmph, now I know I regret it? What have you done long ago!"
The old monk raised his tearful eyes, looked at the assassins, and said with a remorse: "It was my fault, it was my fault, I'm sorry..."
His words were intermittent, as if every word had exhausted all his strength.
"I thought that everything in the past was over, but I didn't expect that I could not escape this disaster after all."
The old monk cried and said, "I really knew I was wrong, but unfortunately everything was too late..."
His eyes were filled with despair and sorrow. His sad expression made the entire cave filled with a heavy atmosphere, which made people moved by his experience.
The assassins around him were a little moved when they looked at the old monk like this, and the fierce look on their faces eased slightly.
The old monk stopped crying and slowly raised his head, with tears still left on his face. He said sadly: "Forget it, forgot, I should really die. You should do it, just kill me."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was slaughtering.
After hearing the old monk's words, the assassins couldn't help looking at each other, with a look of surprise on their faces.
One of the assassins frowned and said in confusion: "Why did this old monk suddenly accept his fate?"
They looked at me, and I looked at you, but for a moment they were a little at a loss.
After a while, the leading assassin said hesitantly: "Is this old monk playing some tricks?"
But looking at the old monk's calm and determined appearance, he didn't seem to be pretending.
They were full of doubts, but they didn't know what to do. The originally firm intention to kill was shaken at this moment, and the atmosphere in the cave became particularly strange.
The old monk sat there quietly for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes slowly, with a hint of determination and indifference in his eyes. He looked straight at the assassins and asked calmly: "Why haven't you done it yet?"
Several assassins were a little shocked by the old monk's sudden actions and didn't know how to respond.
The old monk smiled miserably, shook his head, and murmured: "Forget it, forgot, since you can't do it, then I'll do it myself."
After saying that, a trace of determination appeared on his face, he suddenly opened his mouth, and even stretched his tongue between his teeth.
His expression was without any hesitation or fear, only a kind of transcendence and liberation.
Just as he was about to bite, an assassin couldn't help but shout, "Master, wait!"
However, the old monk seemed to have never heard of it, his teeth had already bitten his tongue tightly, and blood instantly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his body slowly collapsed.
The assassins widened their eyes, their faces full of shock and disbelief. They stared blankly at the scene in front of them, as if time had frozen at this moment.
The assassins stared blankly at the old monk slowly collapsed, and for a moment they were at a loss.
"This...how is this happening..." one of the assassins murmured to himself.
The leading assassin quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at the blood that kept oozing from the corner of the old monk's mouth.
However, the old monk could no longer answer him at this time. His eyes began to become blurred, but there seemed to be a hint of peace after relief on his face.
"Did we... do we do something wrong..." another assassin whispered, with a hint of regret in his voice.
A depressing atmosphere filled the cave, and the candlelight seemed to have become much dimmed at this moment.
Several assassins stood there, not talking for a long time, but just looked quietly at the old monk who had lost his breath, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.
They were originally just tools to perform tasks, but at this moment they were deeply shocked by the old monk's actions, as if something was quietly touched in their hearts.
Several assassins looked at each other, their faces full of panic.
"What should I do? The master just asked him to confess his guilt and did not let him die!" An assassin said anxiously, with fine beads of sweat emerging from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear.
Another assassin stomped his feet hard and said in annoyance: "It's all our fault, why didn't we stop him earlier! Now that the master is finished, he will definitely not spare us!"
His face turned pale and his lips were trembling slightly.
The assassin in charge frowned and tried to calm himself down.
He took a deep breath and said, "Don't be anxious first, things have come to this point, we have to find a way quickly." A trace of thought was revealed in his eyes.
"What else can I do? Everyone is dead!" an assassin shouted in a crying voice, his face full of despair.
"Shut up!" The leader of the assassin glared at him, "Let's clean up the place first, then go back and report to the master truthfully and wait for the opportunity to come."
He sighed helplessly, his face full of sorrow, and looking at the old monk's corpse, his eyes full of regret and self-blame.
They started to clean up the scene in a hurry, their movements were panicked and embarrassed, and they were worried about what kind of punishment they would face after going back.
In the dark and wet cell, Xi Yu sat quietly against the wall. There was not much expression on his face, but his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
The county magistrate's face was full of anxiety and said anxiously: "Prime Minister, please leave quickly!"
Xi Yu slowly raised his head, glanced at the county magistrate, then shook his head firmly, and said lightly: "I won't leave."
When the county magistrate heard this, his eyes widened, his face full of surprise, and his mouth slightly opened, as if he couldn't believe that Xi Yu would answer like this.
"Prime Minister, why are you?" His voice trembled a little.
Xi Yu looked at him expressionlessly and said in a deep voice: "I have my reasons."
The county magistrate stomped his feet in a hurry, and beads of sweat as big as beans appeared on his forehead. He quickly admitted his mistake again: "It's all the fault of the officials. It's because the officials are not doing their jobs well, which makes you wronged. Please go out!"
As he said that, he kept kowtowing, and the ground was knocked slightly.
His face was full of fear and earnestness, his eyes were full of prayer, and he kowtowed and said, "Prime Minister, please spare the officials. As long as you go out, the officials will be willing to do anything!"
In that dark cell, Xi Yu was still sitting quietly against the wall, looking as calm as water.
The county magistrate was still kowtowing, and his forehead was already red and swollen.
Xi Yu curled his lips slightly and finally said, "Hmph, I'll wait for you to say this. Then I'll ask you, what do you plan to deal with the matter in the right place?"
When the county magistrate heard this, he was stunned at first, then as if he had suddenly realized it, he quickly raised his head, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "Prime Minister, don't worry, the lower official will go and arrest the official immediately, and I will give you an explanation!"
His face was full of flattery and a hint of gratitude.
Xi Yu snorted softly, with a hint of disdain in his expression, "It's good to know, then why don't you go quickly."
The county magistrate nodded repeatedly and said as if he had received an amnesty: "Yes, yes, yes, go now, go now."
As he said that, he hurriedly stood up and prepared to walk out.
At this time, Xi Yu waved his hand impatiently and said coldly: "Get out of here, don't bother me here."
The county magistrate quickly bent down to salute, then quickly left with his men. The jail cell became quiet again, leaving only Xi Yu alone.
He closed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about what was going on.
In the cell, Tuoba Yu frowned and accused Xi Yu of saying, "Why don't you go out first? What's the point of staying here!"
Xi Yu sat on the haystack, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and replied leisurely: "I think this place is not bad, it's quite quiet."
Tuoba Yu widened his eyes, looked at him in disbelief, and said anxiously: "Stop making trouble! It's dirty and smelly here, how could it be good?"
Xi Yu raised his head and looked at Tuoba Yu. A trace of firmness flashed in his eyes. He slowly said, "I have my ideas, you don't have to worry about me."
Tuoba Yu sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said, "You are such a weird person, I don't understand what you are thinking."
Xi Yu smiled without answering, but just looked at the walls of the cell quietly, as if thinking about something.
The night shrouded the village, and the bright moonlight poured down, illuminating the angry or puzzled faces of the villagers gathered together.
"What are we calling here for this big night?" a villager shouted angrily, frowning and his face full of impatientness.
"That's right, it's so late and you won't have a rest." Another villager also agreed, and he kept stomping his feet.
After a while, the inside was coming, standing in front of everyone, his face was gloomy and terrible.
He glanced at everyone coldly, his eyes as if he could freeze people.
He said sinisterly: "Everyone is quiet! Call you here tonight to tell you that whoever dares to go against me in the future will have unimaginable consequences! Let me be honest!"
His voice was cold and threatening.
When the villagers heard this, some showed a look of fear on their faces, while others gritted their teeth and their eyes were flashing with reluctance, but under the fierce eyes of the inside, they did not dare to say anything more.
As I was watching everyone's reaction, the corners of my mouth raised slightly, and a smug and cold smile appeared, as if I was very satisfied with my deterrence.
Under the moonlight, his figure looked particularly glowing and chilling.
In this tense atmosphere, a burst of rapid footsteps were heard from far to near.
Many yamen runners walked quickly with neat and powerful steps.
They looked serious and held the knife and stick in their hands. Behind them, the county magistrate was following slowly.
Just as I saw this scene, I burst into laughter with pride, the laughter was particularly harsh in the quiet night.
He shouted to the villagers with voluntarily: "Did you see it? This is the end of going against me! If anyone is not honest, then he will be caught!"
His face was full of arrogance and domineeringness, and his eyes were flashing with a cunning light, as if everything was under his control.
When many villagers heard this, their faces suddenly showed a look of horror.
Some villagers bit their lips tightly and clasped the corners of their clothes with their hands, and their hearts were filled with uneasiness.
For a moment, the crowd was filled with an atmosphere of fear, and under the bright moonlight, these fearful expressions seemed particularly clear.
The county magistrate looked at all this with a majestic look on his face, with an unfathomable expression, making people unable to guess his thoughts.
A flattering smile appeared on his face, and he jogged all the way to the county magistrate, bent his waist very low, and saluted respectfully: "County magistrate, why are you here at this time?"
The county magistrate looked at him coldly, his eyes seemed to penetrate his heart.
Immediately afterwards, the county magistrate's cold voice sounded: "Catch the inside!"
When Li Zheng heard this, he was shocked, his eyes wide open, his face full of incredible feelings, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Mr. County Master, what are you doing? What mistake did the little one make?"
His face turned pale in an instant, and his forehead also had a fine bead of sweat, his body trembled slightly, and his previous arrogance disappeared without a trace.
The county magistrate still looked at him coldly, without saying a word.
The yamen runners around quickly stepped forward, grabbed Li Zheng's arm without saying a word, and controlled him firmly.
She was struggling, and she kept shouting: "Mr. County Master, it's unfair! You can't treat me like this!"
But the county magistrate was not moved at all, but a trace of undetectable disgust flashed in his eyes.
Li was struggling hard, his face turned red, and he shouted loudly: "Mr. County Master, even if you want to arrest me, you must give me a reason!" His eyes were full of reluctance and anger.
The county magistrate snorted coldly and said coldly: "You have embezzled the money for the bridge repairs from your head. Shouldn't you be arrested?"
When Li Zheng heard this, he was shocked, his face full of shock and his mouth wide open.
But then, he seemed to have taken the initiative, with a ferocious look on his face and insulted: "Mr. County Master, you are destroying the bridge across the river! Haven't you done this too?"
There was a resentful light flashing in his eyes, and his voice became particularly sharp.
The county magistrate's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He glared and shouted: "Rareless! Don't talk nonsense! Come and take him away!"
The yamen runners around immediately dragged Li Zheng hard, and Li Zheng was still yelling and scolding, his crazy appearance was completely different from before.
The yamen runners were dragged and taken away by roughly. He struggled and shouted, but in the end he was gradually taken away from people's sight.
In the crowd, people looked at each other with surprise on their faces.
"What's going on?" a villager muttered in a low voice, frowning tightly.
"Yes, hasn't the county magistrate of Li Zhenghe always worn a pair of pants? Why was he captured by the county magistrate?" Another villager also said with confusion.
Just as everyone was talking about it.
Just then, a gray-haired old man in the crowd suddenly let out a "haha" laugh.
The wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Look, what else did you say before? Don't offend him, otherwise you will be captured. As a result, he will be captured first!"
The villagers around were stunned at first, then they all reacted and laughed.
"Haha, that's right, this is really a retribution for life!" A young villager covered his stomach and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, his face full of gloating expressions.
"He also has today, and he is a man of power on weekdays. Now, he's fine." Another villager curled his lips, his face full of sarcastic smiles.
"Oh, I really couldn't imagine it." A woman couldn't stand up straight, and tears burst out from her eyes.
Everyone's laughter echoed in the night sky, as if diluting the tense atmosphere just now.
Chapter completed!