Chapter 175 Don't Be a Prisoner

Chang Jing lowered her eyes and didn't look at him. It was just that when he was stared at by that person, the corners of his lips moved slightly.

Although Ye Guimu could not recognize this person's identity. But when he looked at this man's entourage and his demeanor, he knew that this man must be of a high status.

He said, "I wonder who you are?"

The man's voice was like the collision of metal and stone: "Baopu Temple, Changqing."

Baopu Temple Changqing, isn't that... Ye Guimu bowed and said, "Greetings, His Royal Highness the Buddhist Son."

The rest of the people also saluted.

Chang Jing's slightly moved lips pursed back at that moment. The veins on the back of his hand that fell to the ground were bulging, and it was obvious that the blood and energy in his body were extremely turbulent.

Lian Chengyue discovered that among all the people present, only one person did not salute.

Better to be clear and ignorant.

In such a chaotic and desolate world, his delicate and handsome face was still as cold as a cluster of snow on a plum branch. He said, "I wonder what business you have here, Buddhist disciple?"

The Buddha has not spoken yet. The monk next to him said, "We are here today for Chang Jing."

Directly revealing Chang Jing's identity is a sign of courage and responsibility.

Ning Mingmei said, "You came here to clean up the mess. What is the purpose of a Buddhist coming here?"

The Buddhist finally looked at Ning Mingmei. At just one glance, Ning Mingmei noticed that they had similar chins and noses.

But the Buddhist was stunned.

He stared at Ning Mingmei's eyebrows, especially his eyes. Rather than staring at him, he seemed to be staring at an old friend... After a long time, he said in a tone that seemed to be falling into the clouds: "...Who are you?"

This was something no one expected. Only Lian Chengyue spoke up: "This is the Ning Peak Master of Qingji Sect, Ning Mingmei."

"Ning Ming Mei..." The Buddhist chewed on the name bit by bit, "Ming Dao Ruo Mei..."

Everyone present was confused. At this moment, the only people who knew the inside story were Chang Jing, Ning Mingmei and Fozi.

Especially Chang Jing.

He clenched his fists so tightly that they almost bled.

"Chang Jing was once a disciple of Baopu Temple. I guess you, the Buddhist disciples, are here to clean up the sect?" Ning Mingmei said without any influence, "Chang Jing betrayed his master and has been entrenched in Dongji Mountain for many years. He colluded with Lingfeng Sect, harmed the people living in the mountain, and imprisoned disciples of Qingji Sect. His crimes are too numerous to list. Your Baopu Temple is willing to take responsibility for him, which can be regarded as a complete success."

The Buddhist finally pulled himself away from his memories. He said: "Chang Jing is indeed...full of evil now."

Ning Mingmei said "hmm": "What are you going to do?"

He pointed his sword at Chang Jing and said, "Kill him here?"

Chang Jing was tied up with the Immortal Binding Rope and crawled on the ground. At this moment, Lao Wu suddenly wanted to see Chang Jing's expression at this moment.

But he couldn't move, he couldn't move.

"Killing him would be too easy for him!" Jiang Yourong screamed, "He has harmed so many people, including Senior Brother Wen, Senior Sister Duan, Senior Brother Mu, and Senior Brother Five... He wants to end it all by dying here? Impossible!"

Ning Mingmei threw the question to the Buddhist disciple: "Baopu Temple is a big family with a great business, Buddhist disciple, what do you think?"

He didn't use any honorific titles, but crossed his arms, his expression cold and even a little playful. The monks who were accompanying the group from Baopu Temple had never expected that this young swordsman from the Qingji Sect would be so disrespectful to a Buddhist disciple. Although Buddhism advocates self-cultivation and self-improvement, they were somewhat unhappy at the moment.

But the Buddhist only looked at him and said to him seriously: "Of course I won't let it go like this."

"Chang Jing was once a disciple of Baopu Temple. He betrayed his master and committed these crimes because of the poor teaching of Baopu Temple. We will compensate him for all the things he has caused." said the Buddhist.

Ning Mingmei nodded: "This sounds good. Old Seventeen, now that Wen Siheng has fallen, you should do the accounting and list the expenses and losses of these days and make a list."

He then said to Tang Wan who was trembling beside him, "I am interested in Tang Wan, Xue Li and the others. I plan to bring them back to Piao Miao Peak. They were originally cultivators with good qualifications, but were forced by Chang Jing to be imprisoned here. Their mental damage compensation and wages over the years will also be included in the calculation."

Ning Mingmei calculates the salary, of course not based on the local minimum hourly wage. These people have worked here for so many years, so their salary should at least be calculated according to the VP's salary level.

Ning Mingmei Miaozi opened his mouth loudly, and the Buddhist accepted it all and nodded, "Of course."

"I feel a little regretful." Ning Mingmei said to the system.

The system hadn't chatted with Ning Mingmei for a long time, and was a little excited at the moment: "Why do you regret it?"

Ning Mingmei: "You agreed so readily, it seems there is still money to be made. I should have asked for more."

...Ning Mingmei's regrets will always be only in these evil directions.

But the Buddhist continued, "As for Chang Jing, we will take him back to Baopu Temple to be punished."

"How will you be punished?" Ning Mingmei asked, "whipping? Lingchi? Or just confinement and reflection?"

This question is quite aggressive. The Buddhist disciple said, "We will extract his immortal bones, abolish all his cultivation, and imprison him in the Baopu Temple's Siguo Pagoda, where he will not be allowed to leave for the rest of his life."

“…”

For Chang Jing, becoming a disabled person might be more painful than dying.

"Is that the end?" Ning Mingmei said.

He often lies quietly on the ground, as silent as death.

"That's right." Ning Mingmei said again, "You are all from a reputable and upright sect. Killing him would be a good thing for him. If you are from an evil sect, you can refine his soul after his death and torture him every day..."

His words were full of sarcasm. The Buddhist disciple said, "There is one more item."

"As Chang Jing's elder brother, I failed to fulfill my management responsibilities. I will be whipped every day to take his place."

When he said this, the monks were not expecting it. One of the monks said: "How can Your Highness...Your Highness is a Buddhist!"

The Buddhist said only four words: "It is my fault."

"Really?"

The Buddhist disciples hold a high status in Baopu Temple, and Ning Mingmei still wants to do business with them. It sounds like there is no way to force them at this point. He then yawned and said, "Buddha really loves his brother. This time, Chang Jing has escaped..."

"I don't want you to save me!"

Chang Jing, who was originally tied up by the Immortal Binding Rope, suddenly struggled violently. He didn't struggle like this when he was tied up by Ning Mingmei. He did not struggle like this when his treatment was discussed. But now the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his eyes were red like a trapped beast: "I don't need you to save me!"

"Chang Jing..."

"Do you know what I hate most about you? I hate the fact that you are so high and mighty, as if you can easily forgive all my mistakes. Who do you think you are? What do you think you are?" Chang Jing shouted, "What I hate most in my life is having a brother like you. If there is a next life, I would rather be a worm, a bird, or a cow than be your brother!"

The crowd here is growing. In a hidden place, the woman in green was still staring blankly at the painting screen in front of Ning Mingmei, muttering: "The painting screen protects its master, could it be that Ning Mingmei, his life experience is..."

"Even if the Buddhist disciples found out, they wouldn't tell anyone. But the same cannot be said for Chang Jing. He is a mad dog." The man in gray said coldly, "It is impossible to retrieve Leng Huaping today."

He paused, and said, "No one can make Ning Mingmei spit out the property he has taken."

The green-dressed woman's eyes flickered: "If Ning Mingmei knew his life experience... he might take the initiative to stand with us."

The man in gray remained silent. At this moment, Chang Jing suddenly shouted.

"It is because of you that I was neglected in Baopu Temple. It is because of you that I rebelled against my master. It is because of you that I joined the mob..."

"A mob?" The Buddhist was stunned, his expression changed a little, "What is that?"

At this moment, suddenly several silver needles shot out from the jungle and headed straight for Chang Jing's death point. Faced with the sudden attack, Chang Jing didn't even try to dodge.

On the contrary, he actually walked straight towards those silver needles.

The silver needle pierced into the deadly acupoint. A twisted smile appeared on Chang Jing's face. The Buddhist disciple, who had always been cold and aloof, was panicking at this moment. He even turned his back to the attacker, squatted down with his robe stained with dust, and hugged Chang Jing.

"You want me to go back and be your prisoner, your brother... You're dreaming..." Chang Jing spat out blood and spoke incoherently, "I hate you, Chang Qing, I hate you so much... I want to... die..."

He made no more sound.

It was obvious that Chang Jing was seeking death just now. He suddenly said the word "mob" so loudly just to attract the people who were lying in ambush to kill him.

Being taken back by Chang Qing and admitting that he was inferior to Chang Qing again, was this even more unacceptable to him than death?

Ning Mingmei suddenly took action. He locked Chang Jing's breasts with his fingers. Turning back, he said to everyone, "Stay here."

He jumped up and went after his attacker.

"Wait for me!" Ye Guimu shouted and followed.

They ran so fast that they didn't notice Kong Huan in Rong Qi's arms behind them. After seeing those silver needles, his body suddenly trembled, and for a moment, he felt as if he had seen an evil ghost.

Kong Huan's face changed drastically. Rong Qi asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

The trajectory of the silver needle. Kong Huan will never forget it for the rest of his life.

It was this silver needle that locked his uncle and his family in front of him. Their skins were peeled off alive.

Kong Huan's teeth were chattering violently. Rong Qi was startled. She stuffed the stick into Kong Huan's mouth to prevent him from biting off his tongue.

He rescued Rong Qi. He kept his way.

Yes, he has been doing the right thing all along.

He should... never become the kind of person she describes him as, right?

"The troublemakers are chasing us. I can't talk to Ning Mingmei today." The woman in green said, "I also met an old friend. Seeing that he is living so well, the fire of hatred in my heart is burning more and more."

"Let's go quickly." The man in gray said concisely.

The moon rises over the eastern mountain. They disappeared from Ning Mingmei's pursuit range - Ning Mingmei couldn't follow too far, he had to stay and inherit the property here.

Before mounting the sword, the man in gray suddenly glanced towards the mountain.

"What's wrong?" said the woman in green.

"I always feel that someone is following us." He frowned.

Ning Mingmei and Ye Guimu found nothing and returned together. In a corner where the moonlight could not see, a man in white slowly walked out.

The moonlight was bright, illuminating the side of his face. Qi Miancheng stared at the place where the mob left, and then stared in the direction of Ning Mingmei and the others. He exclaimed: "Today, it was such a good show!"

At this moment, the Buddhist disciple was inputting true energy into Chang Jing. Lao Shiqi, Jiang Yourong and Ye Guimu were busy treating all the injuries. After checking that his disciples' injuries were not fatal, Ning Mingmei followed Tang Wan to take over Xue Li and the remaining property here.

Only Liancheng Moon. At this moment, he looked at the moon in the sky and frowned slightly.

That feeling comes again.