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Chapter 215 The difference between you and me, you succeeded, but I didnt

Chu Qianqiu became the executioner, relying on the case files to interrogate the criminals brought by Wang Boxue, the captain of the death row, and sent them to the West based on their performance.

Although according to the verdict of the case, they are all dead, and only the last step of execution is left.

But normally, warriors are valuable resources and can be recycled and reused after death.

So if they are still alive, if the big shot needs it, they will be used as slaves, death squads, etc., or even killed to make medicinal materials.

Liu Dutong took control of Lingzhou, and with the help of Governor Li, he took the six-door death row and arranged a position for Chu Qianqiu, asking him to temporarily come over to be the executioner and kill some death row prisoners awaiting execution. This could be used to practice martial arts.

It won't cause too much psychological burden.

It can be said that the arrangements are quite in place.

"Buddhism talks about cause and effect and compassion. It is extremely rare to think of judging the world like this Sutra of Ten Kings of Hell." Chu Qianqiu repeatedly chewed on the mystery of this supreme skill, and an inexplicable realization arose in his heart. Regarding the secret book,

My understanding has deepened a lot.

"Buddha teaches you to transcend the world and cut off the roots of all troubles. In the end, you still have to face the evils in this world."

"Sentient beings are entangled in cause and effect. If they kill people because of love, hate, greed, anger, and ignorance, they will have karma."

"Without the existence of hell, how can we establish the paradise world and pure land?"

"This is how Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva came to pity all the living beings struggling in hell."

How can we build heaven without hell?

Now Chu Qianqiu is just an executioner, sending these warriors to hell who would have been recruited by the Six Gates, or reorganized into a death squad to squeeze out the last value.

"Bai Qishun (36 years old) has a small skill in accumulating energy. He stole property many times and killed many people on the road for property. Finally, he was captured and returned to prison for robbing Cao Zizhen, the master of Tianjian Sect."

"You can plead guilty."

Chu Qianqiu did not expect that there would be such a cowardly person who would block the road and rob an innate master like Brother Cao, and eventually fall into the law.

He also understands more clearly that the criminals on death row are not ordinary people. There are many who kill and swindle. Because of the use of force, they also feel that they are superior to others.

This Bai Qishun is burly, powerful, and tall. He looks like a strong man, and it is not surprising that he kills people for money.

"If you admit the crime of fart, kill him if you want!"

"What are the similarities and differences between you guys like me and me? You still kill people and get goods." Bai Qishun sneered twice. Even though he was in prison, he was more stubborn than others.

"Oh, you are stubborn. Did you do the murder recorded in the file, or did you not do it?"

"I don't really want to kill someone who died unjustly. You can make it clear. I'll strike more sharply and save you from the pain."

Chu Qianqiu said calmly, his mind became stronger and stronger, and he gradually understood the suffering and karmic sins in the world.

"Of course I did it, but I'm not guilty."

Bai Qishun stiffened his neck and sneered.

"You killed innocent people, why do you say you are not guilty?"

Chu Qianqiu didn't mind chatting with Bai Qishun. He always had some sympathy for the dying people.

"You also killed someone, do you think you are guilty?"

Bai Qishun retorted disdainfully.

"I only kill those who deserve to be killed."

"I only kill those who deserve to be killed."

"You killed passing merchants and robbed their goods, and you still said they deserved to be killed?"

"Whoever has wealth in this world deserves to die. Not a tael of silver is clean. If I kill someone who deserves to die, I will be guiltless!"

No gangster will feel that he deserves his crime, and will always find various reasons to defend himself, but people like Bai Qishun are rare.

Chu Qianqiu chatted with him for a few more words to see how people in this world feel.

"Then according to your opinion, are there people in this world who shouldn't be killed?"

"Of course not."

"If I want to climb up, I have to kill more people to make myself stronger."

"I killed them with peace of mind and clear conscience."

"The difference between you and me is that you and your parents succeeded, but I didn't."

Before Bai Qishun died, he thought of the humiliation he experienced in the town when he was a child, the humiliation of kneeling down in front of a warrior.

"I am not wrong!"

"No, you are wrong!"

There was a snap.

His mother slapped him on the face, revealing a scarlet mark.

"Sir, he is just a child and did not bump into you on purpose."

"Just spare him."

The mother kowtowed her head low and low, almost bleeding.

"Xiao Qi, kneel down quickly."

"I don't kneel down, I'm not wrong."

"If you don't kneel down, you will die. Kneel down quickly."

"I won't kneel!"

"Kneel down!"

Mother said almost pleadingly.

Bai Qishun, who was only seven years old at the time, stiffened his neck and refused to kneel down.

"Boy, come here."

The noble man smiled, raised his finger to signal Bai Qishun to walk over, and then the moment he got closer, he punched him in the face, knocking out several of his teeth and spitting them out.

"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"

This punch was very hard.

After the noble man finished all this, he said lightly:

"You are a tough guy, I could have spared you."

"But for your own good, I'll teach you a lesson so that you won't run into other nobles with bad tempers in the future and end up with nothing."

On that day, Bai Qishun held the fallen tooth in his hands and vowed to stand out and not let others step on him.

"The difference between you and me is that you succeeded, but I didn't." Bai Qishun's scarlet eyes stared at Chu Qianqiu, as if he was cursing the world.

Then his head was chopped off with a knife.

"At least I don't think it's right to kill innocent people indiscriminately and kill people for property."

"Namo Amitabha."

Chu Qianqiu recited the Buddha's name and had a clearer feeling about the premonition of the impending decline of the times. He must also actively prepare himself to meet the wave of the times.

"Captain Wang."

"My subordinate is here." Wang Boxue said tremblingly. He had seen many executioners, but he had never seen anyone like Chu Qianqiu who could communicate with every death row inmate and then send them on their way quietly.

He didn't even dare to make human blood steamed buns.

"That's it for today. There is a place to bathe and change clothes in this dungeon."

"Yes, yes, please." Wang Boxue nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at wood, and took Chu Qianqiu into the prison bathroom, where he helped wash off the strong smell of blood and put on a set of clean clothes.

Chu Qianqiu found that after this execution, he found that the qi and blood in his body were unprecedentedly large, and combined with the true qi to stimulate the acupoints, it saved him at least three months of hard work. If you include the pills sent by his adoptive father.

If used together, it is indeed enough to complete the flawless body and advance to the middle stage of Xiantian before going to Beijing.

It’s just that my goal will not be narrow, it must at least reach the Innate Ultimate Realm, or even break through the Martial Prime Minister.

Three months has been a very long time.

After Chu Qianqiu changed his clothes and walked out of the death row, his two personal guards Yang Guang and Wang Yuan shouted in unison

"grown ups!"

"Let's go to the Li camp."

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