Although the Cossack bandits were heinous, the court was still very humane to them, and actually gave them all a meal of beheading.
"Eat, you'll be on your way after this meal."
The chief jailer was walking in the corridor, his men stuffing decapitated meals into the cells.
A jailer followed behind him and said: "Boss, I heard that these are the reincarnations of Rakshasa ghosts. Shouldn't we kill them and send them back to their hometown in the Palace of Hell?"
The chief jailer also couldn't figure out the relationship between Rakshasa and the King of Hell, and said angrily: "They are Rakshasa ghosts reincarnated, Your Majesty, or Ziweixing descended to earth. Whoever provokes Your Majesty, no matter where they come from, should be beheaded.
It's useless to be beheaded by Tathagata Buddha for mercy."
The jailer smiled and said, "That's true. Your Majesty has demolished many temples, and many of Tathagata's disciples and disciples have been ordered to return to secular life."
In fact, as long as they hold a legal certificate, even if it is from the previous dynasty, the new dynasty of Datong will also recognize their status as a monk. For this kind of true monk,
For true Taoist priests, not only will the government not force them to return to the secular world, they will also ask the monks and Taoists to register them and replace them with the legal documents of the Datong New Dynasty.
There is definitely room for manipulation in this, and it is inevitable that officials will accept bribes to make fake monks and fake Taoists become real.
But it is generally acceptable. In all provinces across the country, more than 80% of fake monks are forced to return to secular life. Not only do their excess lands have to be taken back, some temples in suitable locations will also be directly converted into primary and secondary schools, and the monks and monks living in them will be transferred to
Other temple views.
The temple was converted into a school, and both the Bodhisattva and the True King must be very happy.
This religious policy has been unanimously recognized by mainstream public opinion. Although there are many scholars who believe in Buddhism and Taoism, there are even more scholars who support the attack on Buddhism and Taoism. If Confucianism is regarded as Confucianism, then the school is a missionary site for Confucianism, and the temple view is
The school is naturally politically correct.
On the other hand, the foolish men and women among the people were very critical of this practice, thinking that the emperor was disrespectful to the gods and Buddhas.
“There’s meat!“
In the cell, the Cossack prisoners cheered.
Countries around the world have the tradition of eating decapitation meals, including Tsarist Russia. But these Cossacks are all untouchables. They usually do not pay taxes. How can the lords treat them as human beings? Not to mention eating decapitation meals, even
I have never heard of such treatment.
Even if you have heard of it, you would not think that this meal is a deprivation meal.
Because there is meat!
With such a sumptuous meal, the Khitan emperor must have forgiven himself and wanted to organize these Cossacks into an army.
The thought of working for the Khitan Emperor made the Cossack prisoners eat even more deliciously. They threw away their chopsticks, picked at the food with their hands, and devoured it in high spirits.
After everyone finished eating, the jailer took back the bowls and chopsticks, looked at the empty bowls and talked in a low voice.
"These Rakshasa ghosts eat without raw meat even after their heads are cut off, yet they still eat happily and are not afraid of missing hands or feet in the next life."
"Hey, you don't know. These Rakshasa ghosts are originally from the underworld. They are not afraid of the vicious dogs on Naihe Bridge."
"What the hell, just cut off some meat and make it as a snack."
In ancient China, the decapitation rice had no meat in poorer conditions, and might only consist of a bowl of rice porridge. But if raw meat could be provided, it would be provided as much as possible, and they would rather not give cooked meat to the prisoners.
The piece of raw meat in the bowl was not for the prisoners on death row, but for the dogs raised by Mrs. Meng.
The vicious dogs around Po Meng often hindered the reincarnation of the condemned prisoners. They took a few bites while the condemned prisoners were crossing the Naihe Bridge to drink soup. If bitten by the Naihe vicious dogs, they would be born with disabilities after reincarnation and add a piece of raw meat to their stools.
Can bribe vicious dogs.
"Have all the prisoners on death row eaten?" Several officials from the Ministry of Punishment came over.
The head jailer hurriedly greeted him: "I've all eaten."
The official from the Ministry of Punishment took out the document and said: "Please check it, these prisoners on death row are taken to be executed."
The document has been reviewed once and signed by the prison chief. Now that the prisoner on death row is being removed, the head jailer must also sign.
Khabarov was escorted to the execution ground, and he was very happy along the way, thinking that he would soon be free.
In the Ming Dynasty, the execution ground in Beijing was located at the Xisi Archway, which was the busiest street in the entire capital. Execution in public could establish prestige and make the king's law deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Emperor Zhao felt that this was too barbaric and very unhygienic.
If a death row inmate has an infectious disease, wouldn’t it mean that passers-by are also at risk of infection?
Now it has been changed. The execution ground is located outside the south city gate, and an open space has been specially opened for killing people.
"Execution Luo, supervise and kill the Rakshasa ghost!"
The officers beat gongs and shouted along the way, which immediately attracted many bored people, who invited their friends and companions to follow him to Nancheng to watch the execution.
Those small vendors selling along the street did not have to pay stall fees, but they could not stay in one place for a long time. Seeing the crowds of people, they also carried burdens and went to sell melon seeds and peanuts near the execution ground.
Khabarov saw the crowds surging and many people running with them, and he became more sure that he had been pardoned. Perhaps his reputation for bravery had spread here.
He observed the shops on both sides of the street, which were filled with countless rare products. In the restaurants and restaurants, there was a faint aroma of food, and the aroma of wine made Khabarov swallow his saliva.
If there is a paradise in the world, it must be like this.
Hey, no, why were you taken out of the city?
When we arrived outside the gate of the execution ground, officials were already sitting there. On the execution platform, the executioner stood quietly with a knife in his hand.
"No, this is not a military camp!" Khabarov yelled in horror.
The supervisor took out a document and handed it to his deputy: "Take it and read it out."
This man immediately rode to the entrance of the execution ground and read out to the watching people the evil deeds of the condemned prisoners. The people were filled with indignation as he read out one crime after another. Not only did they kill hundreds of people, but there was also such a thing as cannibalism.
"Kill the Rakshasa ghost!"
"Kill the Rakshasa ghost!"
The people's cries kept coming. They didn't know where the Rakshasa Kingdom was, but they remembered it very clearly at this moment: There is the Rakshasa Kingdom in the north, also called Russia. There are many robbers among the men, who take pleasure in killing people and often feed on living people!
There were more than thirty Cossacks on death row, but there were only four executioners.
Groups of people lined up, and every time there was a flash of swords, their heads would surely fall to the ground. The executioners were too lazy to bother with these prisoners of war, and they didn't want to have family members give them money to make them happy.
The heads were rolling on the execution platform like that.
Khabarov, who was so ruthless in killing people, was tough at first, but after killing the fifth batch, he couldn't hold on any longer. The guy was so frightened that his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't even kneel straight, and he collapsed in the execution ground.
Finally, only the last batch remained, and Khabarov was dragged to the execution platform.
"puff!"
A mouthful of soju was spurted from the executioner's mouth and spat on the knife edge where the blood was still wet.
The cold and sharp blade made a stroke on the back of Khabarov's neck. Khabarov subconsciously shrank his neck, his body went limp, and he knelt down and collapsed.
“Keep someone under the knife!”
An official came over, took out a document and said: "Khabarov, the leader of the Rakshasa thief, will not be executed today. Your Majesty will personally interrogate the military situation!"
After verifying the documents, Khabarov was dragged aside, and the execution of the other death row inmates continued.
In this way, in front of Khabarov, all those men were chopped to pieces.
This guy saved a dog's life. He subconsciously thanked God and said silently in his heart: Merciful and almighty Lord, you must be blessing me. From now on, when I have money, I will donate money to build a monastery, and I will also give ten ten cents every year.
One of the money to atone for sins.
This is the case for many Christians. When they are about to die of hunger, if you give them a bowl of rice, they will think that God is giving them food.
I didn’t know where I was being taken. An official threw some clothes and pointed at the wooden bucket filled with hot water and said, “Before you see Your Majesty, you must take a shower and change your clothes.
Wash yourself quickly and don't let your majesty smell a bit of stench!"
Despite the language barrier, Khabarov understood what he should do when he saw the bath bucket and clothes.
The weather was very cold, so Khabarov stripped naked and climbed into the barrel, picked up a handkerchief and rubbed the dirt vigorously.
The officer was so angry that he hit him with a stick and threw away a lump of soap: "You are an ignorant barbarian. You must use soap to bathe. If you don't bathe with soap, how can you cover up your stench? What will you do if your majesty is smelled?"
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was not only soap, but also the name "soap".
Well-off families use "Xiangjizi", which is an evolved version of "bath beans" in the Tang and Song Dynasties. Its main ingredients are the same as modern soap. Rich families use "Xiangjizi".
Then use high-end soap, which has a pleasant smell and has different flavors to choose from.
Khabarov received a stick and watched the soap fall into the bath water. He had no idea what was going on.
"Pick it up and give it a bath!" the official shouted, and pulled out another stick.
Khabarov covered his head and was hit several times. Finally he picked up the soap and looked at the official with a blank expression.
The official pointed at the soap and pretended to take a bath.
Khabarov finally understood. He rubbed the soap on his body and soon discovered its practical use. There was also a floral scent. He picked up the soap and brought it to his nose. The refreshing smell made him intoxicated - it was actually an ordinary floral scent.
Khabarov thought to himself: "This treasure for bathing must be mixed with expensive spices. I'm afraid even His Majesty the Tsar has never used it."
After struggling for a long time, Khabarov put on new clothes. These were the best clothes he had worn in recent years.
"Have you packed it up?" Several imperial guards came on horseback.
The officer immediately bowed and apologized, saying, "Reply to the emperor, everything has been sorted out."
The imperial guard pointed to an empty horse and said, "Hurry up and get on the horse. Your Majesty is waiting!"
Khabarov looked at the sacred horse and was so excited that he almost cried. He felt that he should not die, and maybe he would be lucky.
In fact, whether this guy will die depends on how much information he knows about the Cossacks.
If Emperor Zhao cannot ask for more information, he will definitely be taken to the execution ground in anger!
Arriving outside the East Chang'an Gate, Khabarov was ordered to dismount and was searched when entering the imperial city.
Then, he felt like he was entering a maze.
The palace walls are majestic and the passages are wide, but they are winding and winding, as if they will never end. On the way, they met many guards, as well as a few palace maids and female officials. This guy did not dare to be arrogant at all, and even felt ashamed when facing female officials.
This is because he was born a peasant and had a natural respect for the powerful.
It was as if after he became rich, he clearly had private armed forces. But when the lord took over his property, Khabarov did not dare to resist at all, and he did not dare to take revenge after he was released from prison.
Finally, his sight widened and he saw many towering palaces.
They were taken to a large hall, where several guards were changed, and a female officer led them in.
He walked up the steps and passed through the palace gate. The hall was empty and tall. The architectural space alone gave him a sense of oppression, making him feel humble and insignificant.
At the very back of the hall is a man wearing yellow clothes.
That must be the Khitan emperor.
Only halfway through the palace, Khabarov was stopped by the guards. He looked at the emperor in front of him. The emperor's throne was on the steps. He had to slightly raise his neck to observe. The overall environment here, including space, distance and light, attracted the emperor.
It is set off like a god looking down on all living beings.
Subconsciously, his knees became weak. Khabarov knelt down on the spot, prostrated himself on the ground and said: "Great and invincible Emperor of Khitan, Khabarov sends his regards to you. May you live to be a hundred years old."
"Kneel down and speak." The emperor spoke. He was far away and his voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly.
Between Khabarov and the emperor, there was an interpreter standing: "Your Majesty asks you to kneel down and speak."
This time he finally understood, and Khabarov knelt down quickly. He did not dare to raise his head to look at the emperor, thinking that it would be blasphemy to look at him any longer, but he looked straight at the translator.
The emperor asked: "Who is the Tsar of Russia? What is his name? How old is he?"
Khabarov was stunned: "I don't know."
He really didn't know how a guy who came to Siberia to make a living could have heard about the Tsar.
