Chapter 38 The Sun on the Fingertips
Monk Huishi once again went on a killing spree.
If he had this spree.
There is a reason why warriors who condense into true qi are called small masters.
The power of true qi far exceeds the so-called internal force and qi, and the speed of operation is faster, and the martial arts changes are more flexible, and even some special martial arts can be performed.
For example, the flame knife, ice palm, blazing fist and the like, the true qi can create a high or low temperature state to achieve the effect of these special martial arts.
Now Monk Huishi is doing this.
He swung the steel knife in his right hand, performing a wonderful swordsmanship, accurately slashing the neck of each Huang family private soldier, and one head after another flew into the sky.
His left hand was not idle either. As his Qi circulated, his palm turned red, as if a raging fire was burning inside. It hit the heart of the Huang family's private soldier, smashing his chest on the spot and burning his heart.
This was the Buddha's Wrathful Heart Palm, one of the 81 unique skills of the Lotus Temple.
In a blink of an eye, hundreds of Huang family's private soldiers died under the sword of Monk Huishi.
When the smoke and dust from the explosion dissipated, Master Huang was horrified to find that there were corpses all around him.
Even the dozen or so private soldiers wearing fine iron armor did not survive. Some had their heads chopped off directly, while others had their heads smashed from the front.
After all, even fine iron armor cannot provide all-round defense. The neck and face are great weaknesses.
"You, you are so brave, so brave!" Mr. Huang was terrified and confused. This was a scene he had never imagined.
"Die!" Monk Huishi turned his head and looked at Huang Shishan. He was about to chop him with a flash of knife in his palm.
"Ah! Grandpa, spare my life! Grandpa, spare my life!" When Mr. Huang saw the knife, he collapsed. He knelt on the ground with a thud and kowtowed for mercy.
"Stop!" Lu Zhengming grabbed the wrist of Monk Huishi and stopped the knife from cutting down. He said in a deep voice, "Don't kill him yet, take him back and listen to the county magistrate's decision."
"..." Monk Huishi was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
"Thank you, Grandpa, thank you, Grandpa!" Mr. Huang kowtowed, thinking that he was really spared.
"Oh, don't thank me yet, maybe you will wish you were dead now." Lu Zhengming sneered.
...
The Huang family was confiscated!
The newly appointed county magistrate sent people to rush into the Huang family mansion and suppressed the Huang family with iron-blooded means.
Almost all of the Huang family's private soldiers were killed, and the rest were also arrested and imprisoned in the dungeon, waiting for their fate.
Even Mr. Huang was arrested!
The news spread quickly throughout Juhe County, and it immediately caused
a huge uproar.
The first reaction of most people was disbelief.
That was the Huang family, that was Mr. Huang!
In the past hundred years, who dared to touch the Huang family?
Not to mention the Huang family, even if there was a little disrespect to the Huang family, they would be prepared to die without a burial place!
Now it was suppressed!
How is it possible!
However, when more and more people rushed to the Huang family mansion and saw the collapsed walls, the bloodstains that had not been cleaned up, and the empty house, they had to believe it.
The mountain that had weighed on the people of Juhe County for nearly a hundred years was finally toppled.
Many people cried with joy, and many fainted on the ground with joy.
The whole Juhe County was in a frenzy of joy because the Huang family was wiped out.
Countless people flocked to the gate of Juhe County Yamen, and the entire street was almost blocked, causing the people to kneel on the ground and kowtow almost crazily.
"Lord of the Clear Sky! It's really Lord of the Clear Sky!"
"Kneeling to thank Lord of the Clear Sky, the sky has opened its eyes, the county lord is here, and the clear sky is here!"
...
Two days later, in the lobby of the county yamen.
Zhao Guang reported to Cui Henghui helplessly and joyfully: "Your Excellency, this is already the third wave of people who have come to kneel down and thank you. The hearts of the people of Juhe County have all returned to you. Sweeping the Huang family is really a great deed!"
"Well, treat these people well." Cui Heng nodded lightly and smiled, "If conditions permit, you can actually persuade them. Just thank them in your heart, no need to come and kowtow."
He is in a very good mood now.
The love gained from sweeping the Huang family is really too great.
The red color on the golden pill, which symbolizes joy, has risen to five points, and is still growing. It is estimated that it will reach six or even seven points in a short time.
The white color, which symbolizes love, has also reached four points, and is also growing.
At the same time, the black color, which symbolizes evil, and the cyan color, which symbolizes fear, also grew, but the extent was not as great as the first two, and they only grew a little more than one centimeter in height.
However, since the cyan color, which symbolizes fear, already had three centimeters before, with this one centimeter added, it would have a height of four centimeters.
Except for sorrow and anger, the light of the other five emotions were steadily moving towards the small goal of one inch.
This also made his golden elixir spirituality clearer and clearer, and he could obviously feel the progress of his cultivation.
Moreover, during this house search, a huge amount of antiques and cultural relics were seized from the Huang family.
As Cui Heng expected, this kind of item with a civilization background and a certain period of sedimentation can indeed be converted into system currency.
A total of 89 points of currency were obtained!
More than the currency he had converted in the Tomb of King Lu before!
"Your Excellency, Huang Shishan and the rest of the Huang family are already in jail. What should we do with them?" Lu Zhengming came over and asked.
"Seize all the Huang family's property, and hold a grievance meeting at the county government office in a few days, and conduct a public trial of the Huang family." Cui Heng knocked on the table lightly, "Start with Mr. Huang Shishan."
"Grievance meeting, public trial?"
Lu Zhengming and Zhao Guang looked at each other, not quite understanding what this meant.
"That is to bring the Huang family members to the stage and call on the people to come and tell them about how they have been persecuted by the Huang family over the years
." Cui Heng explained, "The result of the public trial will depend on the results of the complaints." "This is a good idea. It can let the people release their resentment and let everyone know how hateful the Huang family is." Lu Zhengming clapped his hands and applauded, "The county magistrate is wise!" "
Everyone wants to kill the Huang family. If they complain publicly, will the angry people beat the Huang family members to death?" Zhao Guang thought of a situation.
"If they die, they die." Cui Heng smiled, "These people deserved to die."
"That's true." Zhao Guang suddenly realized what he said and nodded, "The county magistrate is wise."
"By the way, during the process of complaining, you can also record the harm suffered by different people." Cui Heng reminded again, "Next, we need to distribute all the property and land of the Huang family. We can refer to the complaints and conduct actual investigations to decide how much land to distribute." "Does
the county magistrate really want to distribute all the property and land of the Huang family to the people?" Lu Zhengming asked uncertainly, and Zhao Guang beside him was also hesitant to speak.
"That's right." Cui Heng nodded, "Give it all away, don't keep any."
"The county magistrate is great, and his merits are immeasurable!" Lu Zhengming and Zhao Guang bowed at the same time, and they were more convinced that Cui Heng wanted to accumulate merits and ascend to heaven in broad daylight.
"Okay, no need to talk big, leave now." Cui Heng waved his hand and smiled, "Call Hui Shi in, I have something to ask him."
"Yes, Your Excellency!" Lu Zhao and the others took their leave.
Monk Hui Shi had now taken off the attire of the head of the yamen runners and was wearing a monk's robe, with a compassionate look.
He came to the hall, bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Your Excellency."
"Have you copied the martial arts?" Cui Heng asked.
"I have already copied it." Monk Hui Shi took out three books from the sleeves of his robe and presented them respectfully, "Your Excellency, I have not yet learned all the eighty-one unique skills.
"So I only copied the fifty-eight that I have learned, as well as two internal skills, "The Withered and Flourishing Formless Skills" and "The Great Lotus Infinite Methods", which are all the secrets of the Lotus Temple. "
"Yes. Cui Heng nodded, picked up the book that recorded the lost remains of the Lotus Temple, glanced at it, and paused for a moment on "The Buddha's Wrathful Heart Palm", as if thinking about something.
Then, he suddenly raised his right hand and extended a finger.
Buzz!
The void suddenly made a violent trembling sound, and a rolling heat wave erupted without warning, blowing Hui Shi away on the spot.
At the same time, a ball of extremely bright fire bloomed between Cui Heng's fingers, making the surrounding space feel distorted.
At this moment, Hui Shi felt as if he saw a sun rising from Cui Heng's fingertips!
(End of this chapter)