All the Taoists followed the sound and looked: the old beggar who was running back and forth in the crowd just now seemed a bit unfamiliar. Although Qu Bingyu was a fellow Taoist in Luoyang, he was usually ungrateful and his popularity was very poor.
So all the Taoists looked at each other for a long time and decided to wait and see what happened without helping each other.
The quarrel continued. The old beggar Long Zaitian snorted coldly: "Your apprentice's wounds are ulcerated and the corpse poison is deep-rooted. If the rotten flesh is not removed, the arm will not be saved. Do you want to teach him one-armed boxing?"
Qu Bingyu was stunned for a moment, glanced at his disciple Mo Xiaoru who was groaning, and couldn't help but asked with concern: "Disciple, does it hurt? I still have some golden sore medicine, so I'll apply it on you. The wound will be healed tomorrow and you won't have any pain."
It hurts."
Long Zaitian laughed out loud: "Stupid and stubborn! I really don't know what evil this little Taoist priest did in his previous life. He actually worshiped a bastard master! Not only is his arm in danger now, but his life is also in danger...
"
Qu Bingyu was furious: "Long! What did you say?!"
Long Zaitian was neither salty nor cool: "I said that you are not very good at Taoism and have a bad temper, yet you act as a master for others, which is really misleading."
Qu Bingyu closed his mouth because he had already swung out his old fists. One punch hit the side of Long Zaitian's face, and the other hit his weak spot.
Long Zaitian clicked his feet together, stepped back from Zhang Xu, avoided the punch, and kept talking: "You have done something stupid, and if someone sees it, do you want to kill people and silence them? There are so many Taoist friends here, you just kill them all.
, can you cover up your stupidity?"
Qu Bingyu wanted to charge again, but some old Taoists nearby quickly stopped him: "Forget it, forget it, Master Qu Guan! After all, I came from the same sect and broke the bones and tendons..."
Yang Zhaoxi also watched for a long time, knowing that the two of them were talking in a hurry and refused to give in to each other, so that the fight was really fierce and it was difficult to get off the tiger. He hurriedly ran to Long Zaitian, cupped his hands and said:
"Senior Long! When you fought that monk just now, the palm technique you used was really exquisite! I have never seen it in my life! I would like to take the liberty of asking, what is the boxing technique called?"
Long Zaitian had some impressions of Yang Chaoxi. During the fierce fight, he was already a little surprised when he saw his proficient swordsmanship and superb swordsmanship. When he used his powerful light skills to chase the walking corpse, he was already a little surprised.
It has turned into shock!
That Qing Gong, which he had the honor to see several years ago, was a unique skill of a monk named "Bu Kong". It was always kept secret, let alone learned from his master.
At this time, he saw Yang Zhaoxi coming to chat, but it played into his heart. At the moment, he didn't care about the entanglement with his senior brother Qu Bingyu. He smiled and stretched out his hand and said: "Little friend, it's noisy here, let's go outside and chat!"
"I was just saying casually, but this old beggar invited me kindly. He seems to be a man with some special skills. He just took advantage of the opportunity to get close to each other. It wouldn't be a loss if he could learn a few tricks along the way!"
Yang Zhaoxi thought like this, and his face showed a look of joy. So he followed the old beggar out of Wuhou Shop, found a pavilion in Zeshan Square, and sat down...
Seeing that the dispute was over, Zhang Wuhou couldn't help pinching his temples again. Then he pulled a bad guard next to him and whispered a few words. The bad guard quickly formed a team and followed Zhang Wuhou, and together they went to the dungeon in the backyard where the prisoners were kept.
Let's go. The monks and demon Taoists who were captured alive tonight will be imprisoned there.
The dungeon is damp and dark, and the strong stench lingers for a long time. Coupled with the rain outside that refuses to stop at all, the dungeon is filled with a thin layer of water vapor at this time, making it even more dark in the middle of the night. Even if the torch is lit, the dungeon is still dark.
If you look a little further away, you can't see the person's facial features clearly.
When Zhang Wuhou was approaching the end of the dungeon, he looked at the two cells that were not far apart but could not see each other:
The demon Taoist suffered a heavy blow to the crotch and was still in a coma. The prison doctor checked the injury and found that although it was not fatal, the vital root was swollen and ulcerated, and he would inevitably have to be removed in the future.
The monk was practicing kung fu and was difficult to be harmed by ordinary swords. Even though he was wearing heavy shackles and his arms and legs were locked with thick iron chains, he still looked here with fierce eyes.
Zhang Wuhou looked at Fan Monk calmly for a while and said: "This guy is awake, let's interrogate him first!"
Several bad guards responded, took the monk to the torture room, hung him on a heavy wooden frame, and tied him up with thick iron chains.
The interrogation room was furnished with whips, bamboo books, nail beds, nooses, interrogation sticks, tiger benches and other torture instruments. The large areas of frightening blackness on the torture instruments were stains of blood accumulated over time.
Monk Fan stared at a pair of bull's eyes like copper bells and spoke fluent Chinese: "You're a bad guard, don't waste your energy. I won't say anything if a soldier dies for his bosom friend."
Zhang Wuhou grinned: "Monk, don't be anxious, it's not time to question yet. Come and be punished!"
The two unscrupulous guards looked at the monk with half-smiles, pulled his feet apart, and tied them to wooden frames respectively. They also pulled off a pair of monk shoes and socks, revealing his foul-smelling feet.
The monk didn't know what the two of them were going to do, so he said with a stern expression: "You are a man, so I killed the poor monk with one knife! If you insult me, the Buddha will not spare you!"
The bad guard didn't answer, but brought two more small buckets from the side, moved the crescent stool, and sat down separately. The two of them coincidentally took out the copper brush from the small bucket, held Fan Monk's feet, and started brushing the soles of the feet.
Fan Seng suddenly felt an unbearable itching and couldn't help but burst out laughing. After a while, the unbearable itching feeling was like thousands of iron thorns, raging in the soles of the feet. His legs were twitching, and his body was like
He twisted around like a silkworm, trying to break free, but was tied tightly by ropes and chains.
After a while, Monk Fan's feet were dripping with blood, the numbness and itching turned into bone scraping pain, and the laughter turned into screams, echoing in the dungeon.
Zhang Wuhou watched indifferently, and suddenly said: "Stop." The two bad guards immediately stood up and stepped aside. Zhang Wuhou crossed his arms and said, "Monk, when you captured those women, did you ever think that this day would happen?
"
The muscles on Fan Monk's face twitched and he gasped for a long time before he said fiercely: "It belongs to a man... then kill me... the taste of a woman from the prosperous dynasty... Tsk! It is indeed extraordinary... The poor monk cultivates this happy Buddha... That's right
It’s not a loss…hahaha…”
Zhang Wuhou looked at Fan Monk's violent behavior and said expressionlessly: "Continue."
The two bad guards sat down again, dipped the copper brush in the small bucket, and continued to brush the soles of Fan Monk's feet seriously. If there was enough light, you would see that the bucket contained half a bucket of snow-white crystals, but
It is an item that ordinary people have in their homes, called salt.
Monk Fan's face suddenly twisted, and it was obvious that the pain was several times greater. His body bent in an exaggerated arc on the wooden frame, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, waking up the other sleeping prisoners.
These prisoners naturally include Tu Liangshan, who was kicked out of his life by Yang Zhaoxi in one step.
Monk Fan was tortured for nearly a stick of incense before he finally couldn't bear it anymore and passed out. Zhang Wuhou waved his hand: "Go back to the prison and bring the demon Taoist here."
The two bad guards untied the ropes and chains and dragged the monk back. Soon they dragged the strong demon Taoist into the torture room. Just like before, they hung him up on a wooden frame and tied him up.
Okay, wait for Zhang Wuhou’s instructions.
Zhang Wuhou raised his eyes to look at the demon Taoist, and found that his chest was rising and falling, but his eyes were tightly closed. He waved his hands and said, "Wake him up."
The two bad guards acted quickly and brought half a basin of tea-colored liquid from the side, and poured it down with a "swish" sound.
The smell of fishy smell suddenly spread, and even Zhang Wuhou frowned, covered his nose and said: "How many days have you not poured out the night basin?! If you are lazy again in the future, you will forfeit the monthly salary for that month."
A bad guard said awkwardly: "I know...I know, sir!"
The demon Taoist was so aroused by half a basin of old urine that he could no longer pretend to be unconscious. After coughing a few times, he vomited out.
Seeing that he was awake, Zhang Wuhou waved his hand again and said: "I'll be punished." Two bad guards came up and tried to take off his boots and socks.
The demon Taoist was horrified: "Sir, sir! Don't use torture! I confess, I tell you everything..." The two bad guards stopped and looked at Zhang Wuhou.
Zhang Wuhou dragged his chin with one hand and said to himself in embarrassment: "It doesn't follow the rules... We always do things according to the rules, how could we reverse the procedures..." Seeing the bad guard standing there, he glared at him again,
"You guys are busy! Let me think about it first..."
The two bad guards shook their heads, skillfully took off the Demon Taoist's boots and socks, picked up the blood-stained copper brush, and began to work.
Suddenly, two streams of warm liquid flowed down his calf. The two of them let go of his feet and looked up, only to see that the demon Taoist's face was twitching, but he was frightened and had to urinate. Urinating caused an excruciating pain, so
A look of pain on his face.
Zhang Wuhou waved his hand and said: "Get ready to record a confession."
The two bad guards then put down their tools, brought a high desk and a wooden chair, and placed them in front of him. They also prepared paper and pen, picked up a lamp, and then stood aside, ready to obey orders.
The demon Taoist raised his head, regained his composure, and then confessed: "Xiao Dao Tu Liangshan was originally a disciple of Dao Chong Temple. He was expelled from the Taoist Temple by his master last year, so he hung out in the city. He met Huo Xianren by chance, and then
Follow him and eat wine and meat every day, and also... kidnap women for him for him to take supplements..."
"It's unreasonable! The sky is thundering!" Zhang Wuhou wrote a few words and couldn't hold back anymore. He slapped his palm on the high case, interrupting Tu Liangshan's voice, "Go on! Are there any accomplices?!"
Tu Liangshan continued to worship: "The monk's name is Tan Zhengjue, and the Japanese warrior's name is Ji Bei Zhencai. They are both hawks and dogs of Immortal Huo, and they also catch some women for him. Sometimes the Immortal is happy and throws away the women he has collected.
Let them enjoy it...and I sometimes join in..."
"Where are those women?!" Zhang Wuhou already had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't help but ask.
Tu Liangshan's voice suddenly fell: "Those women... will be inspected by the immortals after they are captured. If they are perfect bodies, they will be harvested by the immortals until they die, and then they will be eaten in one gulp... If they are not perfect bodies, the immortals will not like them...
After a few of us enjoyed it, the immortal only took a few bites and then threw it away..."
Zhang Wuhou's voice was low, suppressing his anger: "How dare you call me an immortal! It's clearly a monster! Those female bones that are still alive...are they the walking corpses we saw tonight?!"
Tu Liangshan nodded dejectedly: "The situation is stronger than the person, and I am also a Taoist...I know that what I did is harmful to the way of heaven...The demon said that he had a way to ascend to immortality, and I was confused for a moment..."
Zhang Wuhou no longer listened to his explanation, threw down his brush, stepped in front of Tu Liangshan, and punched Tu Liangshan several times on the face and body, completely interrupting his words. The two unscrupulous guards drew their swords.
Be on the side to prevent him from breaking away from the rope and hurting Lord Wuhou.
Just as he was getting relieved from the fight, a bad guard came from outside and whispered in Zhang Wuhou's ear: "Master Wuhou, Chen Shaoyin came here with his family and just entered Wuhou's shop!"
Zhang Wuhou snorted, took the handkerchief handed to him by a Wuhou Pu, wiped the blood stains on his face and hands, and then said to the two bad guards: "Detain this one too, and we will continue the interrogation later."
After saying that, he followed the bad guard who reported the news, quickly left the dungeon and walked towards the front yard.
In front of the main hall of Wuhou Pu, Chen Wanglu, the Shaoyin of Henan Prefecture, looked livid and said with anger in his voice: "Tell Wuhou Zhang Songyue to come out to see me! He refuses to report what he knows and takes credit for himself. Does he still care about the laws of the prosperous dynasty?"
The woman standing next to Chen Shaoyin, supported by two maids, was sobbing and overwhelmed with grief. But it was Chen Shaoyin's favorite concubine and the biological mother of Miss Chen's third daughter, named Fan Yiniang. She had a round face and a plump body.
, with a gold hairpin and jade on her bun, she is a typical lady of the prosperous dynasty.
Behind Chen Shaoyin, there were Wuhou, bad commanders and bad guards who came from other cities and towns, standing in a neat queue in the courtyard. There were also a few monks with low eyebrows and obedient eyes, standing on the other side of Chen Shaoyin, with their lips and teeth slightly open, chanting silently.
Writing scriptures.
It was still dark, the rain had subsided, blazing torches shone through the front yard, and there was a strong smell of tung oil everywhere.
"I don't know that Mr. Chen has come here, but I have missed the opportunity to welcome him from afar. Please forgive me!" Zhang Wuhou came out of the backyard and ran quickly to Chen Shaoyin, cupping his hands and bowing.
Chen Shaoyin snorted coldly: "Zhang Songyue, I heard from some Zen masters that you found my third daughter and took it into custody privately. Should I thank you, or should I punish you?!"
Zhang Songyue secretly cursed "a thief and a bald donkey". When he raised his head, he glanced at Fan Yiniang, who was wearing pear blossoms and raining rain, and showed hesitation: "Master Chen, there is something hidden in this matter. Can you take a step to speak?"
Chen Shaoyin's heart sank, and he already felt an ominous feeling, so he said to a Wuhou next to him: "Dong Zhongting, take your people and come with me to have a look. Others, surround Wuhou's shop. Before the matter is clear,
No one is allowed in or out!”
Wuhou named Dong Zhongting responded, raised his arm and waved it down, and a group of bad guards came out, followed by Zhang Songyue and Chen Shaoyin, and walked towards the backyard.
More than ten breaths later, everyone came to the woodshed. Zhang Wuhou winked at the bad guards around him, and several people rushed up, pinned the torches on both sides of the woodshed, and then lifted out a corpse.
Still wrapped in cassock, wrapped in clouds and sky nets, the nets are covered with golden demon-conquering pestles.
Chen Shaoyin followed the familiar pair of embroidered shoes and slowly moved his gaze upwards. What he saw was an oval face with a pale complexion and wide eyes. He couldn't help but feel sad: "Lian'er——!"
A white-haired man gives a black-haired man a gift... There is no greater misery for all living beings than this. Zhang Songyue, Dong Zhongting and all the bad guards could not help but lower their heads and remained silent.
Chen Shaoyin wailed for a while and gradually regained his senses. He pulled up the Yunluo Tianwang on his daughter and said: "What...is going on! Zhang Songyue! If you can't give me an explanation, you will take off your clothes after dawn."
Take it and go back to your hometown!"
Zhang Songyue's face was heavy, but he was not panicked: "What happened tonight is that you will reap what you sow... When I saw the third lady, she had been turned into a zombie by the monster. All the Taoist priests in the city can testify to this.
But as soon as those Zen masters came over, they couldn't help but knock her down with their Zen staffs. They also used brocade cassocks and clouds and sky nets to lock up the third lady's ghost. I'm afraid her soul is gone now..."
Zhang Songyue told Chen Shaoyin what happened that night in detail. He also highlighted the tragic process of the bad guard and the Taoists fighting against the zombies and monsters. He also described the monk's eagerness to gain credit and injured the third lady.
Exaggerated.
This is the case in public fights: checks and balances are often used between superiors and subordinates, but between subordinates, they can only benefit themselves at the expense of others.
Sure enough, after listening to Zhang Songyue's story, Chen Shaoyin became furious: "Call Zen Master Lingzhen over! I have something to ask him!"