Under the eaves, the breeze blows slowly.
And inside the house, it is purgatory on earth.
Dozens of monk prisoners were escorted in and knelt on the ground, then ordered by the royal guards to look at the tragic situation in the house.
A bald monk with no good spots on his body was nailed to the wall.
Several Jinyi guards brought in a bucket of scalding hot water with a grim smile. Ji Gang slowly took off his coat, bent down and picked up an iron brush, weighed it a few times with his hands, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Maitreya came to the world to save all sentient beings. You, the lackeys of the imperial court, will die a happy death sooner or later!" The monk probably knew that he was unjust, so he yelled, "I am waiting for you in the underworld. No matter how cruel you are to me today, you will not be able to survive in the future."
I will repay you a hundredfold!"
"Ha!" Ji Gang smiled contemptuously, "Underworld? Who the hell has seen it? Maitreya Buddha? Who the hell has seen it!" As he said, he walked up to the monk and patted the monk's face with a brush, "You
Do you think we are afraid of you?"
As he said that, his sneer turned into disdain, "I'm afraid of you, so we won't wear these clothes. When the Bull Demon King sees me, he has to plow the ground obediently, and when Sun Wukong falls into my hands, he has to perform for me!"
Immediately, a Jin Yiwei fanzi smiled and took a ladle of boiling hot water and slowly poured it on the monk's thigh.
Crash, white smoke evaporates.
"Ah!" Under the severe pain, the pinned monk trembled all over and let out a cry that was not like a human voice.
Immediately afterwards, ladle after ladle of scalding hot water came.
The originally red human legs turned pale. The air gradually became more fragrant with meat.
"Look up and look!"
The fans of the Jin Yiwei shouted at the monks and prisoners who wanted to bow their heads, "Whoever doesn't look at me will dig out his eyes? If you go against the court, that's the consequences! If you know what to say, please tell me, Grandpa, I'll give you a good time, so you don't have to suffer this.
The pain!”
"When we meet again in great calamity, the sky and the earth will be dark, and the sun and moon will have no light."
"Kowtow to the Buddha with sincerity, and I wish that the universe will have good weather and good weather to prosper the holy religion for thousands of years, and that Maitreya will have the right path for thousands of years!"
The monk was chanting an unknown sutra loudly. Although one of his legs was almost cooked, his eyes were full of enthusiasm.
"Monster!" Ji Gang gritted his teeth, "Let's see how long you can endure it!?"
As he spoke, the iron brush in his hand brushed down the cooked skin and flesh.
"Ah!" The sermon stopped abruptly and was replaced by screams.
The skin and flesh that had been scalded by boiling water were brushed off by the iron brush.
"ah!"
"Look up and look at everyone!"
"ah!"
Ji Gang didn't stop at all. A good human leg was immediately completely gone. Because it had been boiled by hot water, no blood flowed out after being brushed with an iron brush. A thick leg bone had been exposed.
"Continue reading?" Ji Gang said coldly, "Keep scalding the water over there!"
One ladle after another, scalding the monk's other good leg.
The monk had fainted from the pain, and was awakened by Jin Yiwei's fan who poured cold water on him.
These fanatical believers of the White Lotus Sect were not afraid of death, but watching their own flesh and blood being separated, they completely collapsed mentally.
"Ugh!" A bystander, the monk, couldn't help but spit out.
There are also people who, like fools, stare at the tortured monk and talk plausibly.
Ji Gang took the iron brush and began to brush it on the monk's feet. After a few strokes, the feet became like gnawed chicken feet. Then he went up, to his calves, and to his thighs.
"Tell me, where do the armor, bows, and gunpowder come from?" Ji Gang asked loudly, "I told you, I'll give you a good time!"
"I don't know!" The monk was so angry that his eyes slowly lost life.
"I really don't know, I don't know..."
Ji Gang stood up, looked around at the prisoners in the room, and sneered a few times, "If you fall into my hands, it will be harder to die than to reach heaven!" As he said that, he ordered the people around him, "Hang him up!"
As he said that, he looked at the monks and prisoners again, "Which of you knows if you tell me, grandpa promises not to hurt you at all, and will provide you with good food and drink. You decide for yourself whether you want to be a human or a ghost!"
"I really don't know!" a monk cried, "only the abbot can do this kind of thing..."
"Shut up!" One of the monks immediately yelled, "If you betray your godbrothers, you will be punished after you die..."
"Hang him up! Suck out his intestines!" Ji Gang shouted.
Immediately, a wolf-like gangster dragged the scolding monk out and hung him directly on an iron chain suspended from the roof beam. Then a dealer used an iron hook to directly insert it into his valley.
Then he yanked the hook fiercely, causing a scream and a fishy stench, and half of his intestines were hooked out.
Then Fanzi tied a knot with the rope he pulled out on a brick, and threw the brick out the door with a swish.
"Ah!" The hanging monk twisted violently in mid-air as if he was being fried.
His lower body, intestines, and steaming intestines were being pulled apart like a rope, round and round...
"I said, I said!" Someone finally broke down and began to confess.
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"Your village is pretty good!"
The small farm is quite poetic and picturesque. He Guangyi is sitting under the eaves, holding tea in his hand and looking at the beautiful scenery in the village.
There is not much farmland in Zhuangzi, but a lot of rapeseed is planted. It is autumn at this time, and when the wind blows, rapeseed flowers are spreading all over the mountains and fields, which is so beautiful.
However, the hoarse, hysterical and blood-curdling screams that came one after another from the room completely destroyed this beauty.
He Guangyi looked back at the rooms that had been temporarily used as torture chambers, and frowned slightly, "You are interrogating an individual, are you making such a big fuss?"
Ji Gang came out of the room, "Dutang, there are a few people who can't stand it!" He said, holding out his hand and saying with a smile, "They are all fake monks, several of them are deserters from the border army, and there are
"A few of them are the most powerful thieves that the Criminal Department is hunting at sea." He paused and said, "However, there are also a few hard-core thieves who just won't recruit them!"
"Yes!" He Guangyi nodded, closed his eyes and enjoyed the rippling autumn wind and the scent of rapeseed flowers in the distance.
To him, being a robber or a fugitive was not the most important thing. The most important thing was to pry open their mouths, find the source of the armor's gunpowder, and find out the White Lotus Sect's internal agents in Xi'an City.
In his heart, he even vaguely hopes that the more places the White Lotus Sect can use to hide supplies like Laojun Temple, the better. Of course, the more people involved, the better.
"When these believers believed in the cult, who introduced them to the cult, what they did on a daily basis, who is the leader among them, and who is in charge of what, it is all clear!" Ji Gang saw that He Guangyi didn't seem to care about these, so he quickly continued,
"According to their account, the gunpowder, weapons, armor, etc. were all handled by the abbot of Laojun Temple. They really don't know where they came from!"
Guo Yuanshan looked at He Guangyi's profile and said, "Du Tang, the abbot of the temple, and the Soviet students who Zhang Erlang said are preaching in the outer city, won't you personally interrogate them?"
"I'm waiting for someone!" He Guangyi opened his eyes slightly, "Waiting for him to interrogate it together!"
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Mao Xiang arrived, still taking Xiao Quan, Xiao Wu and the old man selling rice peel with him.
He Guangyi shielded his left and right sides and waited alone outside the execution room.
Blow!
Xiao Wu, who was behind Mao Xiang, smelled the blood in the air, his nose kept moving, and he closed his eyes and said, "This smells so good!"
Xiao Quan squinted his eyes, looked at the miserable state of the prisoners in the torture chamber, and smiled, "It feels like going home!"
"Melon peel!" the old man selling rice peel cursed.
"Have everyone been caught?" Mao Xiang asked in a low voice.
"I found out from my humble job that there is a Laojun Temple in the outer city, and the demons of the White Lotus Sect are hiding in it. They have been arrested!" He Guangyi said in a low voice, "According to the confession, the abbot of the Laojun Temple is the hexagram master of the White Lotus Sect, and he is preaching in the outer city.
A student from the Soviet Union, he is the incense master of the White Lotus Sect!"
"Everyone is being held in a nearby room, and I am not interrogating without permission!"
Hearing this, Mao Xiang smiled and nodded, "Two big fish!"
As he spoke, he opened the door next to him.
The sound of the door opening alarmed the people inside, including a kind-hearted monk and a man dressed as a commoner who looked a little frightened.
"You should know what will happen if you fall into our hands?" Mao Xiang stepped into the room, "You should also be smart people and know what I want!"
Mao Xiang led people into the house, and He Guangyi, who was at the back, closed the door.
"You are missionaries, and you don't believe in what you preach." Mao Xiang sat down casually, crossing his legs, "You are just using those believers to achieve your ambitions."
"So, you can't withstand our torture." Mao Xiang held his cheek with one hand and flicked the dust on his knees with the other, "Tell me, whether you can avoid suffering depends on your own performance!"
Indeed, in a broad sense, anyone who spreads something in this world does not believe in what they are spreading. Because they know very well that what they spread is simply false.
The true truth, goodness and beauty do not need to be spread and promoted, they are naturally in everyone's heart.
"Who are you?" Mr. Su, the missionary incense owner, spoke first.
Mao Xiang ignored him, Xiao Quan said from behind, "We are asking you, not you asking us!"
Xiao Wu immediately said, "Tell me, where did the armor, bow, and gunpowder come from? Where are your other accomplices hiding?"
"Who ordered the assassination of King Qin?"
This chapter has been completed!