Chapter 77 It is impossible to enter the prison cell (update)

The new disciples saw for the first time how the prisoners were interrogated in the Eighteen-sided dungeon.

Yuan Ye crossed his arms and whispered, "This is completely different from our mortal world."

Lin Du nodded, expressing his deep affirmation. It was completely different from what was shown in modern TV dramas.

There was no whipping, no torture. First, the offering case was presented, three incense sticks were burned, and greetings were given to the ancestors of heaven and earth. Then the person was placed in a seat, a cup of hot tea was poured, and the name, teacher and origin were politely inquired.

Shao Fei was still unconscious, and the first person to be interrogated was the monk who was frozen into a human stick.

The monk drank a cup of hot tea tremblingly, and the frost on his eyelashes melted. He met the particularly kind eyes of He Gui Zhenren, and then looked at the row of Wushang Sect disciples standing with their arms folded and looking down on him, and suddenly felt a little disconnected.

He Gui was born very gentle and kind, and spoke with a gentle temperament, "So, fellow Taoist, what is your name and where are you from?"

"Li Wei, from Jingji Island."

He Gui smiled slightly, "Li Wei? Fellow Taoist, this name is very simple."

Lin Du lowered his eyes to hide his deep thoughts. There are not many names with such simple names in the world of cultivation. There are 260,000 people named Li Wei and 290,000 people named Zhang Wei in the country. I don't know how many people in the world of cultivation have this name?

Without waiting for the monk to answer, He Gui asked another question, "What is your purpose in coming to the territory of the Supreme Sect?"

"I'm passing by, traveling."

He Gui nodded, his eyes became more friendly, and he asked a few more questions casually. The monk also answered briefly. Unexpectedly, the questioner changed the subject, "Then, Fellow Daoist Zhang Wei, why did you appear at the scene of the evil sect eating people?"

"I was passing by, unfortunately." The monk didn't realize that He Gui had changed his surname in his words.

He Gui let out another long "oh", a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and turned to the guard and said, "Take him to Jiuyou Pavilion. I think this fellow Taoist has lost his memory and even forgot his last name, Li or Zhang. He needs time to remember who he is and what he does."

Several children didn't know what Jiuyou Pavilion was, and they were curious to see it.

He Gui was wearing a light-colored robe and still smiled gently, "Children don't need to see it. It's not interesting. It's boring."

It's not boring. It's a place of absolute spirits, and it also cuts off the five senses. You can't see, hear, touch, smell, or anything.

You can't feel the passage of time, and there is nothing to do. Even your consciousness can't be explored.

After listening to the explanation, Lin Du took another look at the three burning incense sticks.

Before half an incense stick had burned, the guards reported.

"He confessed?" He Gui, who was sitting upright, suddenly raised his head.

The guards appeared from the other side of the path.

"He confessed. He was hired by the owner of Fusifang to test the strength of our sect's four new disciples who were on the Qingyun list. He chose a mountain village in the subordinate area and lured a tiger monster to come down the mountain to eat cattle, so that the village chief would ask the sect for help. This kind of small matter is usually handled by low-level monks going down the mountain."

"Who would have thought that when I was secretly observing, I would happen to encounter an evil cultivator eating people. I carried the young tiger and walked around there, hoping to make it more difficult for my brothers and uncles to solve the case, so that I could secretly test their strength and intelligence. But I didn't expect that I would be caught by the young brothers when I left at night after the test."

He Gui smiled slightly, "The people sent by Fu Sifang this year are not good enough. They were caught alive."

Lin Du had already learned from Yuan Ye and Yan Qing that the new cultivators on the Qingyun Ranking would be tested for strength and sell information. He sneered when he heard this, "I can let a tiger cub go, but I can also watch a child being eaten with my own eyes?"

"Maybe it's not releasing them," He Gui said in a gentle voice, with a little light in his amber eyes. "For people like them who make a living by bounty, it's inconvenient to carry living animals. If you run around in the daytime, he won't be able to find a place to kill the tiger for its skin and bones, so he prepared the prey and set off when he thought you would settle down and not go out to explore."

"Who would have thought that you would go out of your way to look for tiger cubs."

He Gui saw that the little disciples were a little depressed, and smiled and patted their shoulders, "You are all smart kids. The price of your information is now worth at least one thousand spirit stones."

"That's a bit low." Lin Du made an evaluation, "Who is the most valuable person in our Supreme Sect?"

He Gui pondered for a moment, "It's hard to say."

"The highest price sold among the 100 generations of disciples is your eldest senior brother Mo Lin. He practices the Hidden Sword. In those days, no one could make him pull out the sword after seven rounds of fighting;"

"In my generation, it's Senior Brother Jiang Liang, because he never goes out, and he is in demand but not priceless;"

"In the previous generation, I only know Uncle Yan Ye. He is about the same age as Jiang Liang and doesn't like to go out. The price of information was 5,000 spirit stones, but like Mo Lin, no one has ever reached the upper limit of his formation achievement."

Lin Du touched his chin thoughtfully, "The disciple is better than the master, so I must be worth at least 6,000."

The four teenagers looked at each other, and their faces showed some tacit deepness.

No matter what, this value can only be high, not low.

People's desire to win and lose is always fully displayed in such trivial matters.

"What's the real name of that Li Wei or Zhang Wei?" Lin Du asked, "Think of this as a 'bounty hunter' who shouts out his name in a crowd and gets eight hundred responses?"

"Bounty hunters have so many names, who knows them all?" He Gui smiled warmly, "It doesn't matter, we just need to reform him in our Junding Mansion, and then post the name and portrait of the convict, and wait for his employer to pick him up."

The abacus in Ju Yuan's hand creaked, "When someone comes to pick him up, it will be another income, and this year's annual allowance for Junding Mansion will be settled."

Yuan Ye asked in a low voice, "How to reform it?"

"For ordinary prisoners like him, if they obey the discipline, they will get up at yin hour and start to recite the precepts and the Compassion Sutra in the morning, and start to do handicrafts at mao hour. Because this is a place without spirits, they are all rough work that does not require spiritual power..."

Lin Du Fu Zhi Xin Ling, the world of cultivation version of stepping on a sewing machine?

"Sewing clothes and repairing umbrellas?"

"Yes," He Gui continued, "usually they repair walls and move bricks for the city, and do various workshops. After all, we are in great need of labor in Junding Mansion."

"Continue to recite the precepts at you hour, and then all prisoners take turns to recite their confessions loudly. They must be sincere and truly recognize their mistakes."

"What if there are those who refuse to reform?"

"Then," He Gui looked at the deep corridor, "the rooms of Xuehu, Jiuyou, and Taishan were not built in vain. Lock them up well, and there will always be a day for repentance."

"As long as you cooperate with the transformation, there will be a day for success."

He turned his eyes back to the few young disciples, "You too, must abide by the precepts and sect rules. If you make a big mistake, there are sect disciples who are being transformed here."

"And you need to pay a daily fee to live here."

These eighteen dungeons are quite expensive. A large part of the income of Junding Mansion comes from this group of evil cultivators.

The four of them straightened their chests in unison and nodded righteously, "We will follow the instructions of the real person."

It is impossible to go into a cell. No one wants to go into a cell.

When the group of children came in, they were a row of proud young saplings, and when they left, they were a row of young white poplars with red roots who were deeply taught a lesson.

The resentment in Lin Du's consciousness had not yet been completely dissipated. He planned to go back to his own cave next to Luoze to digest it first. On the way, he was directly turned to the ice surface of Luoze by a space wave.

"Hey, you don't dare to come to see me when you come back. Is there something wrong? Are you injured?" Yan Ye was still sitting cross-legged on the ice, and the first thing he said was the old Yin Yang family.

Lin Du was rarely humble, "I didn't... I was forced by the situation at that time..."

Yan Ye howled, "You didn't~ I was forced by the situation at that time~"

He imitated Lin Du's speech with a choked voice, and the tail tone was long and weird.

Lin Du endured and did not offend his superiors. It is the law of nature, and no one can escape punishment.

Last time she laughed at Yan Ye, this time it was Yan Ye's turn to laugh at her.

"Come and sit here." Yan Ye called her.

Lin Du gritted her teeth and sat opposite him, cross-legged and with eyes downcast.

"Where does the resentment in you come from?" Yan Ye frowned slightly and put his hand on her forehead.

The deep sea-like consciousness forcefully poured into Lin Du's spiritual palace, and then quickly enveloped her like a tide. The white-glowing consciousness was now covered with a layer of faint gloom.

"Lin Du..."

It was rare for Yan Ye to call her by her full name, and his tone became serious, "Do you know that you are too independent."