"Yes, I will lead the way." The prison officer said, letting the two of them in, with Su Ziji walking in front and Fang Zhen being pushed two steps behind by the young servant.
The prison is very large and houses all the prisoners in the capital. Ordinary prisoners are in one area, prisoners are in another area, dignitaries are in another area, and the monks of Qingyuan Temple, because of their special status, are also locked up in the same area.
Specially, it is in the inner area.
Su Ziji didn't let too many guards in, only two followed him, both old guards.
Fang Zhen only brought a young servant to help him push his wheelchair. Su Ziji had seen this servant several times and knew that he was a highly skilled man in martial arts. He also knew that Fang Zhen seemed to be "in trouble", but he was not in distress.
Withdrawing his gaze, Su Ziji walked, passively listening to the howls of ghosts and wolves in the prison.
They are currently walking on the road in an ordinary area, and the dim oil lamp can only illuminate the surrounding area slightly, making the whole environment even more gloomy.
The cries, screams, and mutterings were like a gathering of lunatics. Except for some people who were growing like mushrooms in the corner, many of the remaining people jumped into the air as soon as they saw someone walking past the iron fence.
I couldn't help shouting "I'm wronged" and reached out to catch people passing by.
"Insolent!" the prison officer glared and yelled angrily, and hit him hard with his scabbard. He retracted his painful hand, but his numb and desperate eyes were fixed on the person who entered.
Fang Zhen was pushed by the servant. This scene made him frown slightly.
This is not the first time he has entered the prison. The prisons in the past were not like this. This may be because the emperor has become more violent in the past year. There are more people in prison, and from time to time, a group of people will be implicated.
But these had nothing to do with him. He lowered his eyes slightly and passed by these people calmly.
When we got to the middle, we headed towards a small road on the right. After exiting the back door of this dark building, there was a square courtyard. We passed through the courtyard and then walked in. We were on a dark road again, and we heard the guide leading the way.
The prison officer said: "Your Majesty, Lord Fang, we are here."
"The prince is here to pick up someone, why don't you open the iron door quickly!"
This corridor is also illuminated by oil lamps. When you get closer, you can see two jailers standing in front of the nearest iron door. After hearing the prison officer's instructions, the jailer hurriedly opened the iron door.
As the iron door opened, an indescribable stench rushed out from inside.
Fang Zhen covered his nose with one hand, frowned and asked, "Is everyone in there?"
"Lord Fang, look, all the monks from Qingyuan Temple are still alive here!" the prison officer said without changing his expression.
Fang Zhen signaled to the servant to push him a few steps forward, and from the opened door, he saw a shadowy scene inside. There seemed to be more than thirty people sitting and lying down.
But looking in from the outside, you can't tell who is Benxuan at all.
Su Ziji didn't go over to take a look, but he guessed that the scene inside might not be pretty, so he said to the prison officer: "Please ask Benxuan to come out first."
"Okay!" The prison officer immediately ordered the jailer: "You two help Master Bianxuan out quickly!"
As soon as these words came out, Fang Zhen's face changed slightly.
The word "support" was actually used. Could it be that Benxuan had been beaten so severely?
After a while, the two jailers who had gone in were holding one of them up from inside.
It wasn't that the man couldn't walk at all, but his body was weak and he walked a little slowly, so he was carried out. When he got outside, he stood directly against the wall as soon as he was let go.
The hair that has grown out makes Benxuan look like he has a short haircut. There are wounds on his face. A deep red wound ruins his originally handsome face. His left eye seems to be severely swollen and looks hideous.
Fang Zhen frowned, and with a signal, the young servant ignored Benxuan's unpleasant smell, took two steps forward, tore it open, and then tore open Benxuan's clothes, exposing his shoulders.
The shoulders in both places were bloody and bloody, and it looked like they had been pierced by something.
Although the injuries on Benxuan's body appear to be serious, except for the eyes, they are actually far less serious than the piercing of the shoulder bone. For a former master, an injury twice as serious will not make Benxuan so weak, and the shoulder bone
Being penetrated is equivalent to being deprived of martial arts.
Su Ziji couldn't help but look at the prison officer, who hurriedly laughed and said: "Your Majesty, this is the imperial system. Prisoners with martial arts skills are all imprisoned and wear pipa bones. This is not a sign of violence due to low-level positions. This is a rule, and even low-level officials have to abide by it.
."
The prison officer was also afraid that Benxuan would turn around this time, so in order to prevent him from resenting himself, he added: "Actually, this is already preferential treatment. If the crime is extremely heinous or the danger is extremely high, it is said that the hands and hamstrings will be cut off, but that's it."
Once it comes, the person will be completely paralyzed, unable to walk, and unable to even pick up an apple, so this will only be used on death row prisoners."
"If you penetrate the pipa bone like this, won't you get infected?" Su Ziji asked in surprise after hearing this, surely it would cause inflammation, right?
"Your Majesty, yes, two or three out of ten will not be able to survive. However, the Ministry of Punishment also knows that the filing of a serious illness will be over."
Su Ziji was stunned and couldn't help sighing secretly: "It's true that people are killing people like grass and not being heard. This is true."
"In the past, I read that even if a master is caught, he will not abolish his martial arts, but will escape from prison if he has the chance. How can such an easy thing happen in reality? As long as he goes to prison, no matter whether he is a civilian or an official, an ordinary person or a master of martial arts,
You have to shed a layer of skin."
Looking at it this way, Benxuan's situation is not too bad.
The injury on the shoulder bone can be healed. Not only will it not hinder your life, but even if it affects you, you can also recover some of your martial arts skills. It is not the same level of injury as breaking a hand or hamstring.
After waving the prison officer and the jailer to exit, Su Ziji was at the door of the cell and said to the silent Bianxuan: "Bianxuan, according to the emperor's order, I allow you to go out and assist me in my work. You can choose a few more people to accompany you.
When you get out of prison, you can’t have too many people, you choose people you are familiar with and close to!”
Bianxuan stood leaning against the wall. His legs were weak and his whole body was weak when he first came out. Now he is struggling to hold on. After hearing these words, he remained silent. He just glanced at Su Ziji, his right eye was burning with will-o'-the-wisp.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, this once handsome and gentle monk seemed to have fallen into the devil's path, exuding a deep coldness.
Su Ziji waited for a while and saw that he lowered his eyes after looking at her, said nothing and stopped looking over. He was surprised: "Don't you want to go out?"
Fang Zhen was very worried. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he missed this chance to be released from prison, even if he asked for help again, he might not be able to stop Bianxuan from dying here!
What is this monk thinking?
Fang Zhen coughed, and when Bianxuan looked over, he winked at him.
Bianxuan watched silently, then looked at Su Ziji again and said softly: "I wonder how many people can be brought, and for what purpose?"
Su Ziji breathed a sigh of relief and sighed in his heart. In fact, the 15th level Zhengzhi knew what happened. It is said that
Ninety percent of those who commit suicide do not dare to commit suicide after committing suicide. It is said that the victim and the suicide victim will regret it when they are really about to die, but it is too late by then.
Looking at history, it is clear that anyone who is suffering in prison will lose his life at the slightest thought of others.
Benxuan watched his seniors and brothers die tragically one by one. Now that the madman has turned into a normal person, but he can still communicate normally, his action this time is still worthwhile.
"There are no more than nine people. Fang Zhen will tell you the rest." Su Ziji said calmly.