Chapter 76: Punish Others Rather Than Blame Yourself

The monk thought he could raise his hand to block the punch.

He did raise his hand to block it, and the moment the fist hit the man's arm, he felt numb and sore, and even his bones were precariously sending out unbearable pain.

The fist did not stop even when it encountered such an obstruction, so it hit its own face with the arm that was blocking it.

He heard that young but chilling voice again, "Did you see the evil cultivators eating people?"

Still the same sentence.

Stubborn and gloomy, full of evil spirit.

The monk was completely paralyzed.

"Yes, I saw it."

His answer was a heavy lash of whip.

"Uncle Master, let me do it. Don't use your fists."

It is a very clear and sweet female voice.

The monk was first hit in the head by his own fist, and then hit by a whip. He completely exploded, "No, you are disciples of the righteous sect. Do you know what benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness are?"

A dignified and gentle male voice sounded, "Then do you know what it means to be a noble immortal and to save people without limit? Are you just sitting there and doing nothing? You have no morals, no righteousness, no compassion, and no mercy. Even a dog on the side of the road would bark when it sees an evil cultivator eating a person? How could you be indifferent? You are not worthy of cultivating the Tao! You are not worthy of being a human being! You are not worthy of existing in this world!"1

"I'm not one of your righteous disciples!"

A young man with an arrogant and noble manner spoke up, "Oh, so this is also an evil cultivator! Catch him! Send him to Junding Mansion!"

Four men rushed forward, but did not tie him up and escort him directly as the man had expected. Instead, a big man faced him first and pinned him to the ground in no time. Then another man rode on him, and punched him with fists as big as sandbags like raindrops. Someone else also secretly threw punches at him, hitting his waist.

Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone four people with eight hands, all of whom are very strong and naughty kids.

When everything calmed down, the three men tied the three demon-binding ropes around the monk's body. His hands, legs and upper body were each tied up with a rope, leaving him like a hopeless human cocoon.

The four of them stood up and clapped their hands at the same time, and Lin Du ordered people to remove the spirit formation.

Yuan Ye suddenly shouted from under a tree, "Uncle Junior Master! Hiccup... Look! A little tiger cub!"

Yan Qing was about to drag the person up. He had just lifted the person halfway when he suddenly let go of his hand and raised his head. The three of them looked in the direction of Yuan Ye.

The young man in a red-gold robe was holding a tiger cub high in his hands, with his hands just crossing the two front legs of the little tiger demon. The tiger cub's hind legs were still kicking desperately, and its tail was well protected to protect its privacy, which was tightly clamped.

Lin Du narrowed his eyes, always feeling that this child could put that brat on the throne.

"Come on, let's go."

Yuan Ye held the tiger cub in his arms. The tiger cub tried to struggle and bit the sleeve of a person, letting out a howl, which scared Yan Qing and Ni Jinxuan.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine...it's just..."

Yuan Ye picked up a small tiger tooth from the sleeve of his outer robe and said, "The tiger cub's tooth is chipped..."

Yan Qing was shocked. "Have you refined your body to this extent? You can break the tiger monster's fangs."

Lin Du laughed and reached out to check the tiger cub's age. "Five or six months old, just in the teething period, it's just right."

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't lose.

Otherwise, he would have to increase his training intensity when he returns.

In Dingjiucheng Junding Prefecture, the sky had already turned a light crab-shell blue with a hint of grayish chill.

The night shift guard at the gate was feeling tired and slack. He just greeted two direct disciples and was startled. He turned around and met a pair of cold eyes with distinct black and white. He was startled and soon saw the disciple token on the leader's waist.

"Who are you?" The rules of Junding Mansion were much stricter than those of Wushang Sect. Even though the guard saw the disciple's token, he still asked questions.

"Lin Du, the 99th generation disciple of the Supreme Sect."

"It's Uncle Lin, who is that?" The guard looked behind her.

There was also a confiscated flying magic weapon next to the three people. On it was a thing that looked like a human. One could even see frost on its clothes and eyelashes. The winter in the northern part of Zhongzhou is extremely cold and long. If one did not have some spiritual power to protect himself, he would surely be frozen into a stick after flying in the sky for a while.

"I brought three of my nephews back from Heding Village after driving away the beasts. I happened to catch a sneaky evil cultivator on the edge of the village, so I brought him to Junding Mansion along the way."

After Lin Du finished speaking, the three people behind him all nodded with smiles on their faces, quite like disciples of the righteous path.

The guard sighed, "As expected, heroes emerge young."

Lin Du nodded politely, led his men in, and followed the guard's instructions to the eighteen dungeons on the north side of the mansion.

There are always immortals from the sect taking turns to guard Junding Mansion. Except for Ju Yuan who was sent here to settle accounts, the immortal on duty this year is He Gui.

The restrictions on the eighteen dungeons needed to be opened by a special person. Lin Du took a careful look and found that it was indeed the work of her master.

Every formation mage has his own quirks when setting up a formation, but if you are a familiar expert, it is actually very easy to distinguish them.

Lin Du was very familiar with Yan Ye's quirks. He liked to incorporate his own sword intent into the complex formation killing array, as if he had to prove that he was a formation master who could cultivate sword intent.

The Eighteen-Sided Dungeon does not consist of only eighteen cells, but is divided into eighteen areas, where prisoners are held according to their severity, crimes, and degree of danger.

Once inside, it was not the cold, dark, bloody, and howling hell as imagined. Instead, there was a faint bitter smell of herbs. It was a completely soulless place. There were no torture instruments on the walls. It was so clean and tidy that there was not even a speck of dry grass. It was very quiet, and occasionally you could hear the loud snoring of some monsters and demons in their sleep.

This was the first time for the four new disciples to enter the Eighteen-sided Dungeon. There were many rumors from the outside world. Some people said that there were many evil demons who had done all kinds of evil things in Junding Mansion, and they were subjected to hell-like torture after being imprisoned.

After walking along a small blue brick path with a perpetual lamp burning, we arrived at a main hall.

Before they even brought people in, they heard a familiar voice of scolding.

"You too, I told you to be careful, be careful, the Hidden Edge Sword Technique is so hidden that it has completely obscured your brain? How come you didn't know...how come you didn't know to protect yourself! Your spiritual energy is protecting your body! How did you get bitten by a snake, you..."

Ju Yuan's voice came from inside, and Ni Jinxuan quickened her pace.

"Master."

As soon as he turned into the main hall, he saw Ju Yuan standing in front of Mo Lin, holding an account book and an abacus in his hands. The ebony abacus was knocking on Mo Lin's head, and the beads moved with his arm.

Ju Yuan had a look of frustration on his face, but Lin Du saw that the veins on this senior brother's hand, which was holding the account book, were exposed and even trembling slightly, and the thick account book was even twisted into wrinkles.

Mo Lin was taller than Ju Yuan. At this moment, he lowered his head and let his master scold him. He did not show any of his handsome and sharp look as he showed outside.

Xia Tianwu, who was standing by, said, "The reason why the dragon master is so powerful when using dragons is not because his spiritual power is not strong enough to protect his body."

"Once I wake up Shao Fei and find out what kind of poison it is, I will prepare the antidote and will definitely be able to save Senior Brother."

"You don't have to protect your eldest senior brother. As long as he is strong enough, all the conspiracies and tricks are nothing but illusions. He is..."

Before Ju Yuan finished speaking, Lin Du suddenly spoke up, "My plan was not perfect enough. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"It was my fault that I didn't inform Senior Brother in advance. Master, if you want to blame someone, blame me!" Ni Jinxuan rushed to speak.

Ju Yuan was so angry that he opened and closed his mouth for a long time before he managed to utter a sentence, "Blame me! The disciple was injured, it's naturally because of the master's poor teaching, it's all my fault."

Lin Du smiled and shook his head. The smile was very faint, with some self-mockery in his face. "Instead of looking for the reasons in myself, it is better to deal with the real culprits."

Instead of blaming yourself, blame others.

This is not something a righteous person should say. Lin Du thought about it and didn't say anything.

Yuan Ye said, "I know, that's what my father did. Instead of blaming myself, it's better to punish others! Put them all in jail and confiscate their property!"

Lin Du: ...it has to be the Yuan family.