Outside Changxia Gate, the warm wind blew into my neck.
Near the suspension bridge, there were still arrows that had not yet been retrieved. They were buried in the soil in a haphazard manner and stuck on the tree trunks, leaving only rustling arrow feathers. Pools of blood seeped into the wooden boards of the bridge deck. At the end of the official road, there were traces of last night's fierce battle.
Tong Chunxi, the master of Linji Temple, Yuan Yizi, led more than 20 Kun Taoists all the way out of Changxiamen. Looking at the many marks of slashing and slashing with swords, and imagining the brutality last night, they all remained silent.
Some of the guards, whose faces and bodies were obviously bruised, were still on duty at the city gate, but their movements were not as flexible as before. They saw that these Taoist nuns were dragging a cart, which was also covered with a rough cloth.
Looking at a huge thing, everyone became alert.
One of the guards showed some etiquette, raised his hands and asked, "I wonder what the Taoist Master is transporting out of the city? Can I have a look?"
Tong Chunxi had no expression on his face and said casually: "It's just a sacrifice. It's the job of the master, so you can take a look if you want!"
The guard was also cautious, and called two companions, who worked together to loosen the rope. He also lifted a corner of the thing, and immediately his legs went weak and he fell to the muddy ground. He was so frightened that he was speechless for a long time.
One of the companions calmed down first and whispered a few words into the guard's ear. The guard nodded in surprise. He immediately stood up, patted the dust and said: "The Taoist priest eliminates harm for the people. It is admirable and respectable."
!Brothers, just let me go."
After hearing this, the other guards agreed one after another. They were careful, and after checking the documents one by one, they let Tong Chunxi and his party out of the city gate and went straight to Luo Rou's tomb.
When Luo Rou was buried, Tong Chunxi was overly sad and did not go there in person. At this time, the grass on the road was smoked and the wind was sunny. Looking at the blunt inscriptions on the stone tablets and the grave mounds with growing weeds, she felt her head was swollen.
His eyes were warm, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something. He rubbed his hands on the tombstone, and the hot liquid splashed down, pouring on the surface of the tombstone, leaving streaks of gray stains.
Feng Yizi Xu Meixiang, Xueyizi Ding Mo Niang and other Kun Daoists stood quietly on both sides, silently expressing their condolences. Their minds were filled with the outspoken Shui Xizi, who had better fight against injustice. Now she is lying in the cold tomb, yin and yang.
Separated, the body turns to earth...
Tong Chunxi mourned for a while, then suddenly stood up and raised his eyes, but the tears in his eyes had dried up: "Bring that beast over here!"
When there were four or five quite strong Kun Dao, they worked together to push the cart closer. Then they loosened the ropes and raised the handles, and the small mountain-like tiger head made a "dong" sound.
It hit Luo Rou's tomb hard. After the ground shook, a cloud of yellow dust immediately rose up.
Tong Chunxi was the first to pull out his long sword, walked to the tiger's head, and cried out sadly: "Rou'er! I have brought the murderer's head over here! Today I will cut this beast into pieces in front of you and help you eliminate it."
Resentment!"
Just a few sounds of "Bang!" were heard, and the sword was slashed between the ears, opening deep wounds. A small amount of blood seeped out of the fur, quickly filling the wounds, attracting flies.
The insect stopped.
Immediately, Xu Meixiang, Ding Moniang and other Kun Daoists also drew their swords and slashed at the tiger's head one after another. Some poked the eyes, some cut off the beard, some cut off the ears, and some cut off the nose... As all the Daoists swung their swords to finish,
The haze that shrouded their faces disappeared at this moment.
The tiger's head was already beyond recognition and was too horrible to look at. There was a fishy stench in front of the tomb. More flies smelled the fishy smell and came "buzzing" like gray clouds, covering the tiger's head in an instant...
In the northwest corner of Taiwei Palace, there is a slightly dilapidated house.
The silk gauze attached to the window lattice has become brittle and gray over time. The wind rushes in and sweeps away the window screen in an instant. Only the flexible spider web is still firmly stuck between the lattice, blocking the window screen.
Live in some light dust.
The moon was in the sky, silver light shone through, and the house that had been silent for a long time was suddenly awakened by the sound of footsteps.
"Bang! Zhiyo——"
A rough official boot hit the door lock, and the copper-green mass broke with a sound. The two rows of doors were immediately rushed open. The dust was filled under the moon, and it took a long time to disperse, and only a voice covering the mouth and nose was heard.
Yue said: "Is this place really leading to that dungeon?"
A Su Wei wearing leather armor and holding a halberd next to him said respectfully: "Report to Master Yuan! It's absolutely true. The palace envoy has personally told you that you will never dare to disrespect your master."
The man with his mouth and nose covered is naturally Yuan Zhongwu. Behind him, the "Double Heroes of Bazhou" are like two pieces of dog-skin plaster, guarding him closely and never leaving.
The three of them stood outside the door, impatiently urging the guards in front of them, asking them to quickly clear the house of chores so that they could find a secret passage and go straight to the private cell. If they didn't dislike the bustle of the place, the three of them would have almost
We must rush forward and find the secret passage together.
An hour ago, Yuan Zhongwu was still lingering in the Changxia Gate. He ordered the "Two Heroes of Bazhou" to entangle the Yaori protector, and together with Wang Jin's armored guards, they worked together to capture him, which was regarded as a great achievement.
When they were escorting the Sunri Protector, who was rumored to be the "number one master of Zoroastrianism", into the city, they saw that the city was already in a state of panic. There were armored guards everywhere who were walking through the streets and alleys to capture the "holy girl" of Zoroastrianism.
Yuan Zhongwu was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he abandoned the sun protector and broke into the Xiuxianfang at night with the "Shuangjie of Bazhou" and wandered around the Zoroastrian Temple, hoping to see the "Saint Girl" being captured with his own eyes and see him again.
That world-famous appearance. It is said that the Zoroastrian saints are not only as beautiful as gods, but also all virgins. If they could kiss her, wouldn't they be more attractive than the prostitutes from Pingkangfang in Chang'an?
Yuan Zhongwu thought this way, but it didn't work out. After waiting for more than half an hour, he didn't even see a female dog!
When he rushed back to Taiwei Palace in anger, he realized that all the Zoroastrian monsters he had captured had been imprisoned in private cells by Wang Jin. At this time, torture was going on all night to extract some useful information from these monsters.
The news comes. These
The recently captured Zoroastrian monster, in addition to the guardian of the sun, there are also many Zoroastrian leaders. There are also several believers who are suspected of being "saints", who are tied up and detained alone. It seems that they are used by Wang Jin to suppress Zoroastrianism.
A big bargaining chip.
Yuan Zhongwu was overjoyed and went directly to find Wang Jin: "Wang Shibo, as soon as my nephew came out, he captured the 'first master of Zoroastrianism' Yaori Guardian. Shibo must remember my nephew's merits!"
Wang Jin chuckled and said nothing, knowing in his heart that this son has always been arrogant, extravagant and lawless, so he must have some agenda when he comes here.
Sure enough, when Yuan Zhongwu saw Wang Jin making a haha, he stopped talking and finally revealed his true colors: "Wang Shibo, my nephew heard that you captured the Zoroastrian saint, but why are you still here with a sad face? What's the matter?
Just leave the matter to my nephew, I will make sure it is done beautifully by Shibo!"
Wang Jin had a headache. He had been forced to break into the city by the Zoroastrian Cult. He was already very angry. Four more "saints" were captured one after another, which made him dumbfounded. When a dude like Yuan Zhongwu asked about it, he said casually:
"I have captured not one Saint, but four. According to the reports from various sects, there are five more Saints absconding, but I don't know which one is true and which one is false!"
When Yuan Zhongwu heard this, he immediately became interested: "Don't worry, uncle! What's so difficult about this? Let the four 'saints' be tortured by my nephew. I guarantee that we can tell the truth from the lies before dawn!"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and guessed that Yuan Zhongwu would definitely use such a shameless method to verify the identity of the four "saints". However, this method could only be done by this playboy, so he would not offend anyone.
Something happened, so he deliberately said vaguely: "I can leave it to you. It's just that these 'saints' are still useful, but they can't cause anyone's life."
Yuan Zhongwu got the answer and felt comfortable all over. He turned around and walked out of Wang Jin's ginkgo courtyard.
The nine-foot-thin Bai Guanzhang, one of the "Two Heroes of Bazhou" on the side, was puzzled and asked: "What is the magic trick of Mr. Yuan that can determine the truth and falsehood in one night?"
Yuan Zhongwu smiled evilly and said: "Hey! It's easy to tell whether the saint is real or fake. Just put the four girls on the couch, wait for me to pick up the gun and ride the horse, and try them one by one, and you will naturally find out!"
Bai Gangan frowned for a moment and then showed a strange expression: "Bah! Bah! Bah! You stinky men only think about these dirty things all day long. Huh! I'll be sure to cover the faces of those 'saints' later.
Cut it to pieces, lest they take away Mr. Yuan’s soul..."
The king of the five-foot meat ball was quite moved. After the prince finished eating the meat, the leftover soup and water were his. Then a trace of salivation fell from the corner of his mouth: "Young master Yuan, this plan is wonderful, I, the king, will
Thank you in advance! But if this 'saint girl' is genuine, she won't be able to become a 'saint girl' even if she is given a try by the young master and sent back! Wouldn't it be a pity?"
Yuan Zhongwu raised his eyebrows and pretended to be displeased and said: "Wang Jie! Do you still want to 'return the jade to Zhao intact'?"
After hearing this, Wang Yaoyao was stunned, and then a flattering smile appeared on his wretched face: "I don't dare to be humble! A demon cannot be a 'saint'. Being able to make the bed and warm the quilt for the young master is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes!"
Yuan Zhongwu laughed heartily after hearing this.
The dungeon was dank, dark, and filled with a pungent putrid smell.
This private prison of Taiwei Palace was excavated and built secretly by Taizhu Hongzhiye under the instruction of Wang Jin when the dredging of the Luoyang River Channel began. Whenever civilians who were inconvenient to suppress rebellions rebelled, Taizhu Hongzhiye would build it.
Zhu came forward and brought the leader of the people back here with the Tiger Guards. They either tortured them, cut off their limbs and destroyed their eyes, or killed one as a warning to others and threw their bodies into Luoshui. So that when the people mentioned the Tiger Guards, they were as silent as cicadas.
Now Hong Zhiye, the instigator of this private prison, was imprisoned here by Wang Jin out of anger, and his life and death were in danger. Think about it, it is a cycle of nature, and retribution is not pleasant!
After Hong Zhiye was thrown into a separate prison, he felt that everything he touched was covered with damp and smelly mud. This prison was built under his direct supervision. It was said to be a private prison in Taiwei Palace, but in fact it was buried deep inside.
Underground in Luobinfang, so that the Tiger Guards could stuff the captured "violent bandits" into it and then torture them severely.
The private prison is not far from Luoshui, and the terrain is low, so it is cold and humid all year round. There is a secret passage at the east end of the cell, which passes through two walls and leads directly to the northwest corner of Taiwei Palace. When encountering a more important "fierce bandit",
Wang Jin will secretly come over and interrogate himself.
This kind of "fierce bandits" all ended up without exception. They were all killed by the Tiger Guards, and their bodies were buried under various prisons. As time went by, the corpses rotted, and the stench of the rotting corpses penetrated the wet mud and escaped.
Scattered out, trapped in this dungeon, the smell was everywhere.
When Hong Zhiye knew that he was being imprisoned here, he felt despair at first. Thinking of the dozens of corpses that he and Hu Ben Guards had buried here, he couldn't help but feel chills in his heart and lose his soul!
Once the desire to survive sprouts, the body will react unconsciously. As soon as Hong Zhiye entered the prison, he cried loudly:
"Your Majesty the Palace Envoy! I have been following you for many years, and I have worked hard without any merit... Wuwu! You can't do this to me. I have done so much 'dirty work' for you... You treat your ministers like brothers and sisters.
If you treat the king like your heart, if you treat your ministers like dirt, then your ministers will treat you like a bandit! Wang Jin, this is a rabbit cooked to death by a dog, a donkey killed by a millstone... Bah! You are the donkey, a self-righteous stupid donkey...
"
Hong Zhiye cursed for a long time, but his voice was the only one that echoed in the darkness, which seemed extremely strange. A faint chill passed over his neck, back of his heart, under his ribs, and tailbone... It was so cold,
It was like a ghost threatening his life. His hair immediately stood up and he shuddered!
Fear was like a tide, starting from his feet and climbing up, quickly covering his waist and neck, until it swallowed him up. Hong Zhiye could no longer endure the torture, screamed, and immediately passed out.
After an unknown amount of time, the tightly closed iron door of the private cell suddenly opened! Several figures carrying several torches filed deeper into the private cell.
Hong Zhiye had been awakened a long time ago, but he did not dare to say another random word. He was afraid that if the news reached Wang Jin's ears, he would lose even his last chance to make a comeback.
By the swaying firelight, Hu men with their hands and feet bound, with high noses and deep eyes, passed by his eyes one after another. They were obviously captured Zoroastrian monsters. It seems that Wang Jin was so furious that he no longer had any scruples.
Has openly taken action against Zoroastrianism.
Until he saw a familiar face! Even if the city was like him, his heart suddenly thought: Wuhou Zhang Songyue!