Not to mention Lord Zifu, even a high-level qi-training elder, the cost of individual guidance is not low.
Break these four words apart carefully, and what is filled inside is filled with white spiritual stones!
Wang Chen estimated that he would have a quota for face-to-face communication with Chang Chun.
One has at least one hundred hits.
It sounds like a lot.
But he believed that among the tens of thousands of monks present, there were many who could produce this spiritual stone.
This is called targeted screening and precise harvesting!
Wang Chen touched his kidney and strode out of the door of the Dharma Teaching Hall.
It's half past noon, just before lunch time.
Wang Chen found a teahouse on the street, spent ten Broken Spirits on a pot of High Broken Cloud Spirit Tea, then chose a seat by the window on the second floor to sit down, and took out the rice balls he had made in the morning from his storage bag to satisfy his hunger.
Of course there are restaurants in Yunshan City, and there are quite a few of them.
But in these large and small restaurants, the cheapest set meal costs one spiritual stone.
Still not full.
Therefore, Wang Chen prepared lunch before coming.
Small teahouses are more affordable, and you can sit there for an hour just ordering a pot of tea.
If the business is not good and there are many empty seats, even if the time has passed, the store clerk will not come and chase people away.
The most important thing is that you can hear some gossip in the teahouse.
So every time Wang Chen came to the city to do business or purchase, he would come here to sit.
Listen to the news while filling your stomach.
Keep your eyes and ears from being too blocked.
He had just swallowed two rice balls when he suddenly heard someone shouting on the street below: "At the end of the east gate, the prisoner of the execution hall will behead seventeen sin cultivators. If you want to see it, go quickly!"
The whole teahouse was in a sensation.
Many people hurried to the window sill and looked out.
There was a commotion in the long street, with a few people running in front to tell each other, and behind them were many men, women, and children watching the excitement.
Seeing such a scene, the tea guests no longer wanted to brag and spank.
They all paid their bills and left.
After Wang Chen finished eating the rice balls he brought, he drank every drop of the pot of spiritual tea.
Just left the teahouse.
Following the crowd, he went out of the east gate.
It was still a little while before the end of the day, and the area around the evil killing platform outside the east gate was already crowded with people watching the excitement.
The Yunyang sect has strict sect rules, and the heaviest punishment is to be beheaded on the platform to be beheaded in public.
Many of the monks were beheaded.
It was those casual cultivators who committed crimes in the Shanmen area, or offended the majesty of the Yunyang Sect.
After hearing the news, there was an endless stream of people who came to watch the beheading. The scene was as lively as if there was a big fair. Some small merchants and hawkers heard the news and gathered around. The adults shouted at the children for making trouble. Everyone was very excited.
But next to the evil-killing platform, there was a group of people with sad and painful faces, or people who were mourning and crying.
Boom~
The untimely bell came as expected.
A group of heavily armed execution hall disciples escorted more than a dozen sin cultivators onto the sin-slaying platform.
These sin cultivators all had their magic power blocked and their five senses sealed. They were like dead dogs with their backbones ripped out, kneeling on the high platform at the mercy of the punishment hall disciples.
The atmosphere at the scene immediately reached a climax!
When the seventeen criminal cultivators all knelt in a row, an elder of the execution hall with a face as thick as a jujube appeared and shouted: "The iron laws of the sect cannot be violated, and we will behead them in public to serve as a warning to others!"
His voice was like thunder, instantly suppressing all the noise around him.
The elder of the execution hall opened a scroll of paper and read aloud according to the words on it: "Xiao Penghai, a criminal cultivator, a disciple of the third outer sect preparation camp, spreads rumors to slander the sect, confuses people and has a bad influence, and is sentenced to beheading!"
"The guilty cultivator Liang Ada, a combat cultivator in the Seventh Wasteland Reclamation Camp, escaped from battle and was violently arrested, and sentenced to be beheaded!"
"Criminal Xiu Tengbao, a war cultivator from the Ninth Reclamation Camp, attacked the cultivator for no reason, causing serious injuries, and is sentenced to be beheaded!"
He listed the charges one by one and revised the sentences one by one, leaving many onlookers shocked and confused.
There is no longer the previous excitement and excitement.
Because none of these sin cultivators are casual cultivators.
They are all outer monks!
And their crimes did not seem serious enough to warrant beheading in public.
But surprise and suspicion, no one is stupid enough to speak out at this time.
It's not his family that's in trouble.
Only the group of people next to the sin-killing platform, probably the family members of sin cultivators, seemed more painful and sad.
No one dares to complain!
Unless someone big comes forward, the sentence of the execution hall cannot be changed.
If anyone dares to show up at this time.
That will definitely be bad luck!
Two teams of elite execution hall disciples were watching eagerly.
After the execution hall elder finished reciting, he put away the paper scroll and his eyes were as sharp as lightning: "Behead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three executioners with huge backs and sturdy backs boarded the killing platform.
They were naked from the waist up, wearing a pair of black shorts, holding nine-ring magic swords, with expressionless faces and cold eyes.
"Execution!"
One of the executioners strode forward and stood next to a kneeling sin cultivator.
He suddenly swung his sword and slashed it down hard.
A head then rolled down.
"ah!"
Some onlookers couldn't bear to witness it and closed their eyes in shock.
The executioner raised his foot and kicked the headless corpse to the foot of the sin-slaying platform!
At this moment, more than a dozen old men and women rushed over.
They took out tightly-kneaded rice balls and rolled them desperately on the broken neck of the corpse.
Let the hot blood spurting from his body soak into the snow-white rice balls!
After succeeding, these old men and women quickly returned to the crowd of onlookers.
He stuffed the rice balls of human blood, which exuded a strong smell of blood, into the mouths of the children he had brought.
"Eat quickly, be sure to finish it!"
"Xiaohu, swallow it quickly to replenish your bones!"
"You kid, why did you vomit? Oh, you are so disobedient!"
Some children were frightened and cried, but they did not receive sympathy from the elders who usually loved them.
He forced himself to eat the human blood rice ball.
The one who vomited was even slapped.
A group of disciples from the Punishment Hall looked on with ridicule in their eyes, showing no intention to dissuade him.
The foundation of spiritual cultivation is the foundation of all five elements. People with incomplete five elements cannot practice at all.
But there are some natural and earthly treasures that can help people replenish their bones.
The problem is that this kind of natural treasure is simply not something ordinary people can possess.
Then I don’t know who spread the rumor, saying that taking the essence and blood of monks who were beheaded on the evil-slaying platform, it is possible for children with incomplete five elements to complete their bones.
It's called exchanging blood for marrow.
Although most people know that this statement is pure nonsense, there are always some foolish men and women who believe it.
These children were forced to eat rice balls.
They are all incomplete.
And the old men and women who produced Blood Rice Balls.
They all took out spiritual stones.
Part of the spiritual stones they took out will belong to the executioner!
Heads were chopped off one by one, corpses fell one after another...
A group of people were fighting for it.
More people watched numbly.
Wang Chen felt his stomach churning, wishing he could vomit all the rice balls he had eaten earlier.
