Master Kongjing was stunned when he saw the paper and pen that Jing Zhe handed him.
It's one thing to bring your own Emperor's Sword, but it's quite another for someone to carry paper and pen with them. That's really rare.
However, Master Kongjing was not stunned by this, because he was not in the mood to think about paper and pen at this moment.
Jing Zhe's words were clearly a ploy to get him to implicate Prefect Xu!
Upon further reflection, after Jing Zhe and Prefect Xu entered the prison, he didn't mention interrogating him at all. Instead, he watched Prefect Xu "comfort" the prisoners and then fled in panic. Wasn't he deliberately trying to see this scene so that he could interrogate him alone?
Thinking of this, Master Kongjing looked up at Jing Zhe, still quite shocked. Such a young man, yet he had such a meticulous mind, which was both enviable and alarming.
Next, he was torn about whether or not to implicate Prefect Xu. Prefect Xu had just told him not to say anything and that he would let him go once Jing Zhe left.
But, can I wait until Jing Zhe leaves?
If Master Kongjing hadn't seen Jing Zhe kill Baldy with his fists, he might have believed Prefect Xu. But now, he didn't believe him at all. Instead, he felt that if he didn't cooperate, Jing Zhe would really beat him to death with his fists.
As for Prefect Xu…
Master Kongjing then thought of how Magistrate Xu had come over earlier. Was he genuinely trying to protect him? On the contrary, he was relentlessly exploiting him. If he were to be rescued, he would only face a bitter life of paying off his debts.
Are you going to answer or not? If not, I can take it back. I'm only giving you this one chance!
Jing Zhe had been pacing around the prison gate with paper and pen for a long time, but Master Kongjing didn't reach out, and he was getting a little annoyed.
"I'll answer it, I'll answer it!"
One sentence was enough to startle Master Kongjing awake, and he hurriedly reached out to take the paper and pen from him.
You were the one who treated me unfairly first, so don't blame me for being ruthless!
Almost instantly, Master Kongjing decided to betray Magistrate Xu. This is actually quite understandable, given human nature. When it comes to one's own interests, people can betray others, let alone when it involves human life!
Master Kongjing has figured it out. Perhaps Jing Zhe never intended to capture him from the beginning. Instead, his real intention was to bring down Prefect Xu by capturing him. Wouldn't it be a meritorious act for him to expose Prefect Xu?
Therefore, he not only had to make offerings, but he also had to make them heavy, so that Magistrate Xu would have no chance to recover. As for Jing Zhe, it can be seen from his unwillingness to spend money to buy incense and to extort money from him that he was also a money-loving person. Once he was released, he would volunteer to help him look after Peach Blossom Temple, and he would give him the money for incense offerings in the future!
In no time at all, Master Kongjing not only came up with a plan to protect himself and survive, but also thought about future developments!
So I picked up my pen and discovered the problem.
"President Jing, there's no ink!"
In this era, anyone who wants to write needs paper, ink, brush, and inkstone—all are indispensable. Jing Zhe was dumbfounded, only thinking of bringing paper and brush. Of course, he also wanted to bring an inkstone, but that thing was too big, and there was really no place to put it. If he hid it in his chest, it would be too embarrassing to look at.
At this moment, Jing Zhe didn't want to go out and have someone deliver it, because then Prefect Xu would definitely know and come in to stop it, making all his previous efforts futile.
However, this was no challenge for Jing Zhe.
Under the watchful eyes of the other prisoners, Jing Zhe returned to the bald man's cell with his pen, then picked up the still-warm body and carried it directly to the door of Master Kongjing's cell.
Master Kongjing was terrified even looking at the bald man's corpse from afar, let alone at such close range; he was so frightened that he took several steps back.
Jing Zhe ignored him, dipped his pen into the still-wet blood on the bald man's head, and handed it over.
"Okay, you can write now."
However, Master Kongjing was so frightened that he shrank back in the corner and did not reach out to take him. "President Jing... could you... could you move him aside? I... I'm scared!"
"Hurry up and write!"
Jing Zhe wasn't going to tolerate his bad behavior and said, "If you don't write it, I'll throw him in your cell, you believe me?"
"I believe you!"
At this moment, Master Kongjing no longer cared about being afraid. It was better for the corpse to be outside than inside the cell, so he dared not make any more requests. He staggered forward, took the pen, and said, "I'll write, I'll write right now!"
There were no tables or chairs in the cell, and Master Kongjing, who had just received the paper and pen, found it difficult to begin writing. Fortunately, the thin monk was quick-witted and immediately knelt down on the ground, saying, "Master, write on my back!"
"..."
So Master Kongjing placed the paper on the thin monk's back. Although the conditions were difficult, at least he could write.
The pen fell on the paper, revealing scarlet characters. Master Kongjing still felt very awkward, so he quickly lowered his head and muttered a sentence.
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Namo Amitabha Buddha."
"..."
Jing Zhe almost burst out laughing after hearing this. Would Buddha even bother with someone like you?
So he said, "This old monk need not worship Buddha."
"President Jing, this humble monk is not worshipping Buddha, but praying for Buddha's forgiveness. After all, this is the thing we monks cannot bear the most."
"hehe."
Jing Zhe sneered: "Don't worry, old monk, you didn't kill this person, so why are you asking Buddha for forgiveness? Besides, this bald man has done all sorts of bad things, but Buddha hasn't taken him away. You've done so many bad things too, but Buddha still lets you live a life of luxury."
"..."
Master Kongjing stood there with his mouth agape, unsure of what to say.
At this moment, Jing Zhe continued, "Also, by killing this bald man, I was actually helping Buddha, since Buddha doesn't kill! And now, what this old monk wrote with the bald man's blood can punish bad people, which is also a good deed. How could Buddha blame me?"
"..."
At this point, Jing Zhe suddenly smiled and said, "If Buddha really blames me, this old monk can go and explain to him personally. If this old monk can't find the way, I can take you to see Buddha!"
"..."
Jing Zhe deliberately emphasized the last three words, "see the Buddha," which gave Master Kongjing a jolt.
"No need, no need, I'll write it right away, I'll write it right away!"
Are you kidding me? Where is Buddha?
Naturally, it's in the sky.
Jing Zhe said that sending Master Kongjing to see the Buddha was just a way of sending him to heaven.
Seeing that Master Kongjing was so understanding, Jing Zhe was also very pleased: "The old monk is indeed a smart man! Then I don't need to do anything."
Just as Master Kongjing picked up his brush to write, Jing Zhe added, "By the way, old monk, actually, the two thousand taels of silver that were confiscated is enough, enough to imprison you for life. However, if the money that others received from it is far more than yours, there might still be a chance for a turnaround. But it all depends on how much more!"
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