In the fifteenth year of the reign of Emperor Qianlong, Taizu Hutubao announced his abdication.
He passed the throne to his only son, Hutu City, and later named himself Ganquan Palace and began to practice in seclusion.
When the new emperor ascended the throne, everyone celebrated. The whole capital was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and every household seemed to be celebrating the New Year.
The atmosphere among the people is very happy, but the happiest people are the prisoners in the sky jail.
Amnesty for the whole world, it doesn’t take eighteen years to become a good man again.
The day before the prisoners were released from prison, Shi Fumo took Zhang Wu to the prison.
He is now the emperor's master, with a respected position, suppressing the fate of the country.
After Hu Tubao established Daqian, he established Shaolin as the state religion and encouraged the common people to practice martial arts and strengthen their bodies. Shaolin Kung Fu was vigorously promoted and reached its peak moment in thousands of years.
After waving away the prison head, passing through the two security doors and entering the prison, Shi Fumo clasped his hands together and asked:
"Uncle Master, what are you doing with these prisoners? Could it be that your hands are itchy and you want to try the feeling of making money again?"
Zhang Wu glanced at this guy and said speechlessly:
"You, the emperor's master, have an annual salary of one million taels. Just to support you alone requires half the county's tax revenue. What you do is much more ruthless than making money. In prison, the whip is smoking. After a year, it will be gone." I can’t afford that much money.”
"Uncle Master, you misunderstood me again."
The two of them walked to the severe punishment area together, Shi Fu Mo innocently said:
"I didn't ask for this million yuan, but Hu Tubao was sincere to the Buddha and wanted to donate money and merit to the Buddha. He borrowed my hand to pass it. This fate is for the Buddha, not for me. "
"..."
Zhang Wu didn't want to continue, but just looked at the prisoners in the prison cell.
He didn't stop until he came to Prison No. 1 in the severe punishment area.
There was a sturdy figure imprisoned inside, with a rugged face, about forty years old, and his majestic limbs were straightened by four wrist-thick rope chains. The whole person was suspended in mid-air, exuding a ferocious aura like a beast.
Shi Fumo said:
"This man's name is Lu Gang. He is from Yong'an Prefecture. His parents died when he was young. He grew up in the mountains and forests. He is like a wild man. He kills wolves at the age of ten and tigers at the age of fifteen. He is born with supernatural powers, but he is also lawless. He often kills people who go hunting in the mountains. The villagers feed on people and have the blood of more than fifty people on their hands before they turn eighteen."
Zhang Wu nodded and said:
"Without enlightenment, he is like a wild beast. He doesn't even know how many acupuncture points there are on his body. So how did he cultivate to the top level?"
"It sounds a bit vulgar."
Shi Fumo sighed:
"He was chased by martial arts masters invited by the villagers. He fell into a cliff and met an old man who lived in seclusion. He subdued him and taught him his skills until he reached the top of his class."
"It's a pity that if you teach martial arts but not virtue, you won't teach people the principles of life, which will bring you bitter consequences."
"In the end, this guy stabbed him through the heart with a knife from behind, and his head was chopped off. He was killed on the spot. He took away the magical skill "Dragon Tiger Golden Bell" at the bottom of the box, and he died without a complete body."
The chains in the prison made a slight trembling sound. It was obvious that Lu Gang was awake and had listened to everything he said.
But when you are in a heavenly prison, you are surrounded by a dragon or a tiger lying down. When others talk about you in person, you can only endure it to avoid asking for trouble.
Zhang Wu couldn't help but praise:
"Very good. I like this guy with a back bone in his head."
Shi Fumo continued:
"After this guy came out of the mountain, he quickly took over the mountain and became the king. He gathered a group of bandits and slaughtered all the more than 200 villagers in the village where he fell off the cliff. When the news came out, it shocked the world. Hu Tubao A wanted order was issued, but all the experts sent sent out their heads and skills to this guy."
After a pause, Shi Fu Mo exclaimed:
"That's all. Later, in order to avoid being hunted, this guy concealed his name, joined the army, and once became a fifth-grade general. If he hadn't been ruthless and killed his colleagues because of conflicts, he wouldn't have been exposed and caught. Enter the heavenly prison."
Hearing this, Zhang Wu gestured toward the cell with his eyes, pulled the monk away, and asked in a low voice:
"Didn't you give him some medicine?"
Release the demon and understand it in seconds.
"The founder refused, saying that Daqian was only in the early days of the founding of the country, when people were united and prosperous. If we use crooked methods and drugs to control people's hearts at this time, and lose our upright demeanor, the country will not last long."
Zhang Wu nodded in agreement and said:
"Then what is the court going to do to this guy?"
"Uncle Master, do you have any ideas?" Shi Fu Mo put his head up.
Zhang Wu whispered:
"I need a test drug."
Shi Fumo immediately expressed his understanding.
The two wandered around the prison for a while and then left together.
The next day, the prisoners were released in batches.
Under the general amnesty, not all prisoners are pardoned. Those who are rebellious, rebellious, and heinous will continue to be imprisoned.
Criminals like Lu Gang are not within the scope of pardon.
But he was escorted out of the prison and dragged out of the capital. Just when he thought he was about to be beheaded, the black-armored guards unexpectedly let him go.
"Your Majesty is merciful and has forgiven your sins. Let's go. You are not welcome in the capital."
Lu Gang was stunned for a moment, turned around and ran away without saying anything.
His body was weak and weak, and he could not raise his internal strength, but his strong physique alone was enough to rival second- and third-rate masters, and he quickly disappeared into the wilderness.
It's night.
Deep in the mountains and old forests.
Compared to the outside world, which is full of dangers and dangers, he prefers to hide in the mountains and old forests.
The most dangerous things in the forest are tigers, leopards, poisonous snakes, and swarms of bees. As long as you are careful, they will not pose a threat to him.
Lying on a high branch of a tree, Lu Gang's eyes hid murderous intent.
"The two people yesterday had bad intentions. When I regain my skills, I will cut them into pieces."
"Um?"
"What?"
Suddenly, he felt an itch on his neck, and subconsciously slapped the caterpillar to death with his hand. The green blood stained his hand, emitting a strange smell.
The next moment, his mind was spinning, and his whole body fell from the branch of the tree.
In the distance, Zhang Wu was turning the natural art of God's will, quietly lurking.
In his induction, Lu Gang had fainted.
But just to be on the safe side, he took out a small fiery red medicine bottle from his waist, controlled a bee, dipped the poisonous needle into the anesthetic he used to deal with the Supreme Grandmaster, and flew over to inject the bee in the face.
Then he still didn't act rashly.
Looking into the distance, I fully activated my mental senses to make sure there was no one else around.
They were separated by another hundred feet and walked around each other in a circle to make sure there were no traps. Then they used a few ghost and god charms to create a Feng Shui circle and slowly approached.
Half-crouching next to Lu Gang, Zhang Wu's mind sank, and he condensed the demon seed with his spiritual energy and blood, forming a strange internal force. He lightly patted the opponent's swollen face and planted the demon seed.
Another palm strike to the top of the opponent's head, selectively instilling fragments of his own memory, the three magical skills of body protection, longevity skills, Dayu Steps, including the inner energy to the face technique, etc.
…
Half a year later, somewhere in the Changsheng Sect.
No. 1 Zhang Wu woke up from a coma and murmured blankly: