Gods and Ghosts Daming Fifteen
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After the water torture was completed, Taoist Jiang was like a frightened bird, yelling all the time: "I say, I say." Wang Chen never thought that an official Taoist priest in the Shangqing Palace, a Taoist priest with magic power, would be so weak, and those who were injured before would be so weak. How many times can an outer disciple go through it! He can only sigh with emotion, it seems that practicing martial arts can really exercise one's will.
He had no choice but to comfort him kindly: "Abbot Jiang, you can think about it now and sort out your memory, but the punishment...we still have to go through it, and it will be over in a while!"
Wang Chen brought a chair and a bench that had been simply modified, and a wooden stake was installed vertically on the other end of the bench. This is the traditional culture that Wang Chen learned from film and television works reflecting the cruelty of the old society—the The tiger stool was also famous in the early development of the party, and the people made of so-called special materials came from this.
Wang Chen didn't believe that the religious figures in the old society, the landlords and gentry, could be more powerful than the members of a certain party?
When he tied Taoist priest Jiang to the stool, he probably had never seen such traditional culture, and he could still ask Wang Chen: "What do you want to ask...you don't ask anything, you can't do this! You can't do this...you Crazy! Ah!"
Wang Chen began to add bricks under his heels, and when he heard Jiang Taoist screaming, he took out those mouth balls, put them on Jiang Taoist's frightened eyes, and comforted him: "This is to prevent you Biting your tongue, don’t worry, our punishment will not pose a threat to your life. More than anyone else, we hope that you can live healthy and healthy...Punishment is to cause you pain, not to torture you...Do you understand ?”
Daoist Jiang looked at him in horror, Wang Chen pressed Jiang Taichong's head and said with emotion: "Long live I understand... I specially drilled a few holes in the ball of the mouth, not to let your saliva flow out... I'm not that disgusting. It can be poured in when it can be flushed. So, this is not an insult to your personality, I absolutely respect... understand other people's personality."
Daoist Jiang was drooling, his nose was running down his face, his eyes widened, and he looked at him in horror.
Wang Chen waited for the teacher's palace to add a few more bricks. After seeing him nodding to himself, he knew that this was already the limit of the tiger stool. If he raised it up, it would hurt Taoist Jiang's body. He waited quietly for a while. Yes, this period of time is as long as a century for Taoist Jiang, and then... Wang Chen took out a piece of soft cotton cloth used to wipe sweat, and gently covered Taoist Jiang's face.
He picked up the kettle, shook the ice cubes in it, and then... began to flush water down calmly.
Daoist Jiang's body struggled violently again...
After a long time of endless pain, Taoist Jiang was finally pulled into a remodeled grand teacher's chair. Wang Chen sat opposite and smiled gently: "Now, let's start asking questions... Have you reported righteousness to the Qing Palace?" Is there any situation about Zhuang Zang's Taoist priests going down to Maoshan?"
Daoist Jiang who was sitting across from him trembled all over, and replied, "Yes!"
"Please state it again, the conversation you had with the little Taoist priest of Yizhuang, that is, the little apprentice of the Taoist priest!"
Daoist Jiang had been trained by Wang Chen to be very obedient in the previous rounds. During the last torture, Wang Chen specially asked him to memorize the outline of the conversation, including how to state, what to say, and what grammar to use. Already memorized. So Taoist Jiang returned obediently: "That day, the eleventh day of the ninth month in the year of Kuichou, the time was noon, no, it was a quarter before noon..."
"Taoist Gu Jiang confessed that he reported the matter to the Shangqing Palace on the Shangqing Huangting Danzhu Yufu. The Shangqing Huangtingdan Zhu Yufu is a secret handed down from the Shangqing. Although it can pass through sounds and even transmit images, it is a divine talisman that can only be consecrated in the Taoist realm, while the Shangqing Huangting Danzhu Yufu talisman can be consecrated only by Taoists, but it can only transmit more than fifty characters."
"According to Taoist Jiang's confession, the full text is as follows..."
The news from Taoist Jiang, Master Gong had already read it once, which made him feel relieved. Although the above guessed their identity as Taoist Maoshan
But about the patriarch's relics revealed by the young apprentice, they were vague and did not make it clear. It should be that Taoist Jiang himself did not dare to guess. , the ancient magic weapon.
Not only did Wang Chen interrogate the reply letter from the Shangqing Palace, he also asked Taoist Jiang to give a lot of information about the Shangqing Palace, and asked him to guess who came. The final information obtained is relatively complete.
"There are only five people who came to Shangqing Palace this time. The lowest ones are Taoist priests, led by a Taoist priest. The identities of the four Taoist priests are unknown, but the Taoist priest has been confessed by Shangqing Palace. Taoist, Jiang Daoist's uncle, Taoist name Yunlou, layman's surname Guo... Guo Yunlou, whose birth date is unknown, in the third year of Wanli, worshiped in the Shangqing Palace, good at talisman and martial arts, and intensively practiced Nanquan when he was young. The way of Taoism shows the sage, and he has practiced the combination of martial arts and martial arts. He is the most skilled martial arts among the Taoists in the Shangqing Palace."
Master Gong heard that this place was already on the verge of collapse, he said in disbelief: "You actually sent a Taoist here? You actually sent a Taoist here?"
"We are just a disease of mustard moss, why are we here? How vicious is the Qing Palace on Maoshan Mountain?"
The teacher's palace was almost desperate, and he was about to rush up and kill Jiang Daoist, but Wang Chen stopped him and said, "I'm in a panic, once I hear the identity of the enemy, I will be confused? What's the matter? Could it be that the person who came is a Taoist, so why don't you?" Are you going to kill yourself?"
Master Gong instinctively followed the order of Wang Chen, the "young patriarch". He was stunned, and stood there stupidly. Wang Chen continued: "Guo Yunlou is a Taoist with status in Shangqing Palace. Paying off the "remnants" of Xiamao Mountain is just on the way. Although Xiamao Mountain's ancestral home is in Maoshan, you have a dirty relationship with the Shangqing Palace, and you set up a sect in Luofu Mountain, Guangdong. Later, after the Shangqing Palace plotted against you, Luofu Mountain was also included in the bag Among them, this time, the Northern faction Quanzhen has the tendency to go south again, and the Shangqing Palace sent Guo Yunlou to Luofu to officially open the gate of Nanmao Mountain in order to protect the way out."
"It turns out... are we so vicious? Do I want to go down to Maoshan?" the teacher Gong said in grief and indignation.
"There are still five days before Guo Yunlou and others come here, and we still have a way out!" Before Wang Chen finished speaking, the teacher shook his head and said: "There is no way out, Patriarch!... If Taoists come here, we The matter of burying the treasures left by the patriarchs can never be concealed from the Taoist, who knows life and death, observes the destiny, discerns every detail, and there is no plan left, the treasures left by the patriarchs... are gone!"
"Even if I die here, I can't just sit back and watch the patriarch's legacy fall into someone else's hands!" Master Gong sternly said.
"The treasure is in the person, but the treasure is lost... the person is dead!" the teacher said decisively.
Wang Chen thought in his heart: "This is because you have no way out, and I still have a way out. At worst, I can only sleep for decades!" He thought silently: "If you really don't have the strength to fight... don't blame me for being ruthless!" He didn't look at the teacher's palace, his heart was full of killing intent.