Chapter 191 The rumormonger shall die
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In the prison cell.
However, no one tortured Master Jingren.
Originally, when Yu Tuiguan died, everyone wanted to divide the power and occupy the position.
As a result, Jiang Er turned around and threw such a big hot potato, and no one was willing to take it.
Not only did they not dare to take it, they were unwilling to touch it.
Whoever touches it will die.
Jiang Er arrested the person, so it is natural for Jiang Er to examine him.
Jiang Er did not examine him personally, but asked his men to come and ask again and again what they did wrong, and record it three to five times a day.
There was no torture.
Probably because they were all respected monks, Jiang Er actually started to build a house in the cell. I heard from the workers that he wanted to build a meditation room.
It was built very carefully, with layers of outer walls and very solid doors. However, probably because the construction period was short, there were no windows.
A cushion was specially placed.
A platform was also built and a wooden Buddha was placed on it.
People were watching quietly.
Is Jiang Er unable to come down from the platform?
To finish off his recklessness?
It's too late. If he builds a beautiful meditation room and places a Buddha cushion or something, then Master Jingren will not be able to spare him.
Master Jingren had a close personal relationship with the royal family in Beijing and was once a guest
of honor in the palace. The last time Crown Prince Han came, he also visited Sangqiuyuan.
Jingren is in prison and his mood is very stable.
She ate very little, but she looked in good condition. She still adhered to the temple's daily routine, morning and evening classes, as if she was not in prison, but a Bodhisattva who had moved to a simple temple and was content with her circumstances.
One day, three escaped prisoners were sent from the prison, two nuns and a rickshaw driver.
They were not noticeable among the nuns.
But the two nuns were seriously injured, covered with scars, and could only breathe in but not out. It looked like they had been tortured inhumanely.
Jingren, who was always calm, had an unpeaceful look in her eyes.
She still looked very calm, but the blue veins on her hands that were knocking on the wooden fish betrayed her emotions.
The nuns had to tell her a lot on this day, much more than the daily chores in the past.
Two notebooks were changed for recording.
The days in prison seemed to be extraordinarily long.
In fact, they were not long. According to their daily questioning, they asked them to confess what they had done, three or five times a day, so it should not have been more than a few days.
I think the situation outside has changed, and I should be able to get out of prison in a few days.
Those things can be smoothed over after all.
Jingren was very careful and never touched the children of the rich and powerful who were truly untouchable.
On this day.
It rained.
The prison was very humid and cold.
Finally, Sima Jiang came to the prison.
His shoes were wet and there were water stains on the hem of his clothes.
Jingren saw the legendary Sima Jiang, the culprit.
She was arrested that day and the temple was in chaos, so she did not see this person.
At this moment in prison, seeing Jiang Sima for the first time.
Jingren, who was always calm, had his pupils trembling, and clenched his fists in his sleeves for several times before he adjusted his mood.
Jiang Sima stared at Jingren calmly.
"Do you know why I arrested you?"
In front of him was an interrogation book, blank. It contained what Jingren and the others had confessed in the past few days. Others said a lot, but Jingren didn't say a word.
Jingren forced himself to say, "We didn't kill Yu Tuiguan, and his death has nothing to do with us."
Seeing that the other party was still silent.
Jingren continued, "The north is poor and cold, and many people drown their baby girls. Shangqiuyuan is willing to take in baby girls and give them food. With this, we have saved countless people."
Jiang Changtian still didn't say anything, just looked at him.
Jingren continued, "Baby girls don't grow up and die. Life and death are determined by fate. There are more babies, but without us, they should have died long ago."
Jiang Changtian still looked at her.
Jingren felt very uncomfortable.
Mainly because of such a face, Jingren was inexplicably terrified.
As a monk, she would also be afraid.
"I heard that your master is Princess Huiyun?" Jiang Changtian asked.
Jingren shook his head quickly: "No, Princess Huiyun just likes me more and took me to chant together, but she didn't accept me as a disciple."
Jiang Changtian smiled.
"Are you scared when you see my appearance? Do you feel familiar with me?"
Jingren lowered his head and said nothing, and began to chant.
His lips moved faster and faster.
Jiang Changtian smiled slightly.
Once he smiled like this, he would look particularly good, as if he was glowing, and of course there was some tea.
He smiled and looked at Jingren.
"You still don't know why I arrested you? The mystery of your life experience? The death of the magistrate? Countless corpses? No, I don't care. I arrested you just because you spread rumors about my young daughter. You said she had a bad fate. Whether her fate is good or not is decided by us, not by your rumors."
Jingren continued to chant, and the faster their lips touched, she felt that this was an excuse, just a rumor, saying that her fate was bad, just a casual remark. She didn't need to find out the specific reason, and she didn't even need to look at her horoscope.
She said it just because she wanted to.
Anyway, as long as it is beneficial and useful, what does it matter if it's a rumor.
Even if it's not profitable, it's a rumor. I forgot, I just said it casually, and you really came to confront me. I don't remember, maybe you saw it a long time ago and forgot it.
Jiang Changtian was very serious.
He has suffered from this kind of rumors.
He is looked at with strange eyes every day.
Any passerby can accuse him of being a beast.
They have no grudges against him, and don't care whether he is really unfilial, whether he really lets down his brother and sister-in-law, or whether he really killed his own father by mistake.
They don't know him, but they can scold him as a beast and say that he has a low character.
They don't know the reason, but they just say it, and follow others to scold and have fun.
Look, there is a person, he is a beast, he looks so good, he works so hard, but it doesn't matter, he is a beast.
He has experienced it.
He has experienced it day after day. Even his children and his wife have to endure the unfair treatment because of this rumor.
The rumormonger, Mrs. Jiang, said lightly many years later that there is no overnight hatred between mother and son.
The rumormonger, Master Jingren, said lightly, "Amitabha."
They all deserved to die.
A young girl was judged to have a bad fate and bring trouble to her relatives and friends. She would either be sent to a temple and live alone for the rest of her life, or live under the strange and judgmental eyes of the world. Once something bad happens, it can be blamed on her, and she can be cursed, bullied, and wronged. But she did nothing and didn't even understand anything.
Rumormongers make up stories for their own selfish interests. They don't need a reason. The reason can be that they forgot. Anyway, it just happened. I don't remember it myself. It must have happened a long time ago. Others should know it too. Anyway, I say it happened. If it doesn't happen, I'll just make it up.
Jingren looked incredible.
Looking at Sima Jiang.
Looking at his face, familiar, strangely familiar.
Sima Jiang kept saying one thing over and over again.
She said that they were spreading rumors that her daughter had a bad fate.
Jingren felt it was very unfair.
They had said that many girls had bad fates.
Master Jingren was well-known for her mastery of Buddhism and numerology.
The wives of the rich and powerful, or their own children, would ask her to take a look if they had the opportunity to meet Master Jingren.
She was also very careful about her reputation, and her predictions were relatively accurate.
However, this time, the fate of Sima Jiang's young daughter was really strange. She was destined to die, but she was still alive.
She accidentally got her horoscope and portrait, and was amazed.
In fact, she knew that the accident was definitely not an accident.
But it didn't matter, she wanted this girl.
She spread rumors, but this was just the most common method.
The mouths belong to them, they can say whatever they want, can you stop the public from talking?
As long as there are enough people spreading rumors, the false can become true.
It seems true, but it is not, there is no need to distinguish right from wrong.
You can't explain to everyone that I didn't, my daughter has a good fate and will not harm her relatives.
Just like Jiang Changtian before, you can't explain to everyone that I am not unfilial and I didn't do those things.
People don't care, they just want to step on you. They may be jealous, envious, disgusted, or it doesn't matter, they just want to step on you.
Who made you work so hard, so upward, so desperately, you should be like me, like a maggot in the dark, crawling, weak, dying, you shouldn't laugh, you shouldn't be upward, you shouldn't have relatives and friends, you shouldn't show off, you shouldn't live.
Jiang Changtian did not interrogate others, he only interrogated Jingren.
It can even be said that it was not an interrogation, he just talked to her.
He nagged her.
He kept nagging her, like a patient.
He repeatedly said, "Don't spread rumors, you can't spread rumors, how can you do such a thing, it's not right."
Jingren was annoyed by what he said.
She just said it casually.
It has been like this every time.
Rumors cost the least, you don't have to pay anything, just say it casually, you can achieve the goal, you are good, I am good, everyone is good.
As for whether the person who was rumored died, it doesn't matter.
Jiang Changtian smiled.
Yes, it doesn't matter.
He doesn't care either.
He doesn't need the truth, morality, rules, human feelings, he just wants these rumormongers to die.
If you say something bad about my Mianmian, I will let all of you die.
Go to hell to spread rumors, go to King Yan to spread rumors, whatever, he doesn't care.
He wants them to regret, follow him like a shadow, or die, or pay the price for their rumors every day and every moment from now on.
Either die, or live a life worse than death.
That day, Jingren was politely invited into the newly built meditation room, which had a cushion, a table, a blanket, tea and snacks, and a Bodhisattva.
Just close the door, close the door, close the door, close the door.
Close the door on all four levels.
Everyone thought this was Jiang Sima's compromise.
He was served with good food and drink, and he didn't dare to punish him. The door was probably closed because he was worried that someone would accidentally go in and hurt Jingren, and he would be held responsible.
Jiang Sima just let her reflect on her mistakes for three days, in front of everyone, and promised to let her go after three days.
Jingren shook his head helplessly, you see, it's just a rumor, it doesn't matter.
In fact, you look like this, if we meet in another scene, we are all willing to follow you.
But let's talk about it later. There is
a long way to go.
Jingren finally looked at Jiang Sima's appearance, and his eyes were even kind.
Jiang Sima understood the rules of officialdom after all, and he had to compromise in the end.
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Three days later.
Open the door.
Master Jingren passed away.
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