"Of course it is necessary, but the Turin Sect has been prepared for a long time. They asked Thirty-Three Heavens that I must accept the judgment of the Turin Sect, otherwise the thirteen cultivation planets will be taken back." Sanskrit Zen said.
"Well, the original intention of the Turin Alliance is to focus on the thirteen repair planets, isn't it?" Sun Weiming said.
"You just said that I fell into a trap, and you are absolutely right. The Turin system's requirement for thirty-three days is false. They mainly want to bring me down, and then swallow the Turin Thirteen Release Stars." Fan Chan road.
It's really puzzling. Why does the Turin Alliance want Fanchan to step down? What special temptation does the Thirteenth Star of the Buddhist Realm have on the Turin faction?
The appearance of corpse-dissolving torture in the Turin Alliance does it mean that someone in the alliance has been controlled by Qianzhi?
Back then, when Hong Zhengri blindly protected the Wheel of Demon Palace, Sun Weiming thought that there was some connection between the alliance and Qianzhi. Now the answer is not very clear.
"You have broad knowledge and thoughtful ideas. Who are you?" Fanchan asked.
"This is Sun Weiming." Sun Weiming said.
"Sun Weiming? Hey, could it be the Demon Slayer Saint, the Chaos Saint, and the Chief Executive of Jin Jue? Why are you here?" Fan Chan said.
"Oh, I can't bear to look back. By the way, senior, how long will you have to go to jail this time?" Sun Weiming asked.
"Eighty years, what are you doing?" Fan Chan said.
"Three hundred years." Sun Weiming said.
"What crime did you commit that warranted such a long sentence?" Fan Chan said.
"Ha, I got this in exchange for my title! Otherwise, the sentence will be longer." Sun Weiming said.
Sun Weiming told him about his experiences, and before he knew it, the two of them talked about everything. In such a harsh environment, having someone to talk to was like a sweet spring in the desert, giving people a glimmer of hope.
Sun Weiming and the others also talked a lot about the Great Sun Power and the Vairocana Relic. He was really a good teacher.
"Since the ancient monk handed you such a great 'practice box', why don't you take advantage of this opportunity to practice the Great Sun Skill well. Maybe when you are released from prison, your skills will be greatly improved." Fan Chan said.
"Can I practice martial arts here? Now my whole body's martial arts are tied up by the 'shackles', and I have no luck at all." Sun Weiming asked.
"Then how did you communicate with me?" Fan Chan said.
"I have practiced the 'method of consciousness', which does not require any skill." Sun Weiming said.
"That's right. Since the method of consciousness does not require skill, practicing with consciousness certainly does not require skill either." Fan Chan said.
Consciously practicing Qigong does not require skill? This sentence was like a bomb that shocked Sun Weiming's heart.
Yes, the way I practice the Swastika Golden Dragon in the Tianshi Research Institute of Shiling College is also meditative practice.
Suddenly the box moved, the groans of the iron men gradually disappeared, and the eyes brightened. The box was opened, and a large steel rope tied an iron man and pulled him up outside the box.
Only a numbing voice was heard: "This man is out of breath. He really can't bear the torture."
The man seemed to be talking to his subordinates: "Notify the alliance that this person committed suicide out of fear of crime."
Alas, I didn’t expect that Sun Weiming could not help everyone with his patience and fairy kiss, let alone that they would treat human life so carelessly!
It seems that the so-called sentencing is just a cover, and they will try their best to make people unable to live.
Another iron man was tied up, and another voice came from the top: "It's strange, why is the one transported this time so fragile?"
Sun Weiming conveyed his consciousness and said: "Senior Fanchan, are you okay?"
"Oh, I'm helping them recite the Transcendence Mantra. It's really pitiful that these people have lost their lives in a foreign land." Fan Chan said through his mind.
Now Sun Weiming was too determined to save the dead, otherwise he would like to use the Transcendence Dharma Collection to help the deceased, so he had to follow Fan Chan's example and silently recite the mantra in his heart, hoping that they could be reincarnated as soon as possible.
After a long time, it was Sun Weiming's turn to be hung up. There was a large group of people on top. Their heads were as if they were made of iron. There were even patches of red rust on the iron heads, and only white eyes without pupils were exposed.
"Hey, this man is not dead yet. His life is really tough." The iron-headed man who stood up to hang up Sun Weiming happened to be eye-to-eye with Sun Weiming, and then said to the other iron-headed man: "478, this man is assigned to your 15th district. ."
Sun Weiming was hoisted onto a track. Sun Weiming hurriedly conveyed his consciousness: "Senior, where are you?"
"I was assigned to District 13. Except for you and me, everyone in this box committed suicide." Fan Chan said as he passed on his consciousness.
The ascetics usually have a high self-esteem, but once their skills are blocked, they are extremely fragile. Perhaps they are in this state of being neither alive nor dead, so they are tortured both mentally and physically, making it impossible for them to survive.
Don’t know where District 15 is?
This is a dark world, the star is just a small bright spot in the distant place, and the outside is desolate.
The track had reached the end, and with a pop, Sun Weiming fell into a pool, followed by a splashing sound, and an iron fence above sealed the pool.
Sun Weiming could not turn around, but he could feel that there were still a few iron men beside him. Everyone had been hit by the mute spell, and the world became dead.
Day after day passed like this, I don’t know how long it had passed, but someone from above called out: “Here comes the replenishment of water.”
A large bucket of water was poured from above, and the water seeped into the ironware.
The temperature here is very low, the water turns to ice very quickly, and the whole body feels like it is frozen, which is even more uncomfortable.
A few days later, the iron fence opened, and two iron-headed men came down from the top, as if they were counting the number of iron men. One of them patrolled over, and while glaring at Sun Weiming, he softly shouted: "You are still energetic, let's see how long you can last." ."
After the counting was over, one of the iron-headed men said to the other: "I've hung two more, hang them up."
In this way, the number of people around him gradually decreased. One day, two iron-headed men came and lifted up the iron-headed men one by one. Only then did Sun Weiming know that there were only five iron-headed prisoners left in the pool in Area 15.
Ironhead Man didn't know what to do, so he put Sun Weiming and others on the same track.
"Ha... how about we take a gamble?" shouted an iron-headed man.
"Well, I'll sign them all to death." Another iron-headed man said.
"Are you kidding? If you enter the Fire Refining Hall, there is no chance of survival. You can't gamble like this." Another person said.
Another person seemed to think that the probability of all of us dying was higher. He thought for a while and said: "Based on the odds, if you die, you will lose 1.2 to 1; but if there is someone who survives, you will lose 2 to 1. If you play under this condition, Don’t want to play?”
"Play, of course, I'll bet everyone to die, you will lose."
Sun Weiming could feel that the other four Iron Man prisoners were extremely frightened after listening to the conversation.
"Wow, look, I'm definitely going to win. One of them was so scared that he committed suicide before even entering the Fire Refining Hall, ha..." one person said happily.
Alas, someone died again.
The Fire Refining Hall is a large furnace with a number on the wall, starting from 120. There are already many iron men hanging inside, each like a roast duck on the furnace. Sun Weiming and the four prisoners were hung at the position numbered 15. At a glance Go, there are no iron-headed prisoners in position 13, and I heard the iron-headed men talking again.
"No way, there's not a single one left in District 13."
"I don't know. Anyway, the furnace hasn't been started yet. Maybe it hasn't been shipped yet."