Chapter 296 Cold Yama
Xiao Yao looked terrified: "President An, please...please don't!"
"What? Is there a rule in this monastery that the Discipline Hall is off-limits to visitors and outsiders are not allowed to enter?"
Xiaoyao pouted and said, "No, not at all."
"That solves it."
Anjing was a woman of action. She immediately turned around and instructed the photographer following behind her, "Old Lu, you take the equipment and go back first. I'll go inside and look around before I come find you."
"Yes, Mr. An."
The photographer left first with his equipment.
Then, Anjing placed her hand on the door.
She had only intended to try it out; if it was locked, she would knock and ask someone to open it. However, when she pushed the door open, she discovered that it was ajar.
What can this be called?
Let's call it fate!
It was fate that allowed her to come in and take a look!
Thinking about it this way, Anjing felt even more at ease.
However, Xiaoyao, who was leading the way, clearly did not think so. From the moment the door was pushed open, she resisted it intensely.
Finally, seeing that An Jing had already swaggered inside, he had no choice but to crouch down and follow.
After all, An Jing was a guest, and if something really happened in the courtyard, she wouldn't be able to explain it to the director.
Xiao Yao walked behind, her steps careful. She had lived in the courtyard for two or three years, and this was her first time entering this place. She dared not make a sound.
Pushing open the gate of the Discipline Hall, one enters a courtyard paved with stone slabs.
There is another well on the right, and next to the well is a large vat filled with water.
On the left is a tall cypress tree, which is now green and looks lush and verdant.
The courtyard was quite lively, and there was no sign of the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere that Xiaoyao had described.
If you walk further into the courtyard, there is a second gate.
The door was wide open, and Anjing walked in naturally: "Xiaoyao, I think what you said is probably just rumors. It's not that scary..."
"ah--"
He had only spoken halfway when Xiaoyao behind him suddenly cried out in surprise.
Anjing paused, looked behind her, and saw Xiaoyao pointing to a spot, trembling and unable to utter a sound.
Anjing looked in the direction she was pointing, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
On the ground was a patch of dried, blood-red liquid, which looked exactly like blood...
Anjing's heart skipped a beat, but she was bolder than Xiaoyao. She took a deep breath and walked towards the pool of brownish-red.
When she got closer and saw clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Xiaoyao, don't be so alarmed, it's just dried red paint!"
"Ah, isn't it paint, or blood?"
“No.” Anjing glared at her, annoyed. “Do you even work at the Imperial Academy? You’re even more timid than an outsider like me.”
Xiao Yao approached and, upon discovering it was indeed paint, breathed a sigh of relief. She then scratched her head and said, "Sorry, Mr. An, I've never been to this place before. But you said you have enough material, and it's almost lunchtime. How about I take you to eat first..."
"No rush." Anjing crossed her arms. "I think this courtyard is quite unique. Let's walk around some more. If we find a suitable scene, I can call Lao Lu over to take some more pictures. If you're really scared, you don't have to come with me. You can wait for me outside."
Seeing that An Jing was serious, Xiao Yao hesitated for a moment. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "No, President An, I'll go with you. You're a guest of our Imperial Academy, and nothing can happen to you!"
Anjing laughed out loud at her seemingly ready-to-die expression: "What could possibly happen? Fine, then you'll come with me, but don't startle me like that again, okay?"
Xiaoyao nodded: "I...I'll try my best."
Quietly shook her head, ignored her, and turned to continue walking forward.
Passing through the second gate, there was an even smaller courtyard, which was completely empty and could be seen clearly at a glance.
Anjing didn't linger and went straight into a room on the left.
The room was large and neatly arranged with tables and chairs.
In the very center of the table and chairs stand three enormous human figures: the Yellow Emperor, the master of acupuncture, in the middle; and Bian Que, the master of pulse diagnosis, and Hua Tuo, the patriarch of surgery, on either side.
The atmosphere in the room didn't seem so strange. Xiao Yao calmed herself down and tapped An Jing's arm: "President An, there's someone over there!"
Anjing looked in the direction Xiaoyao pointed, and sure enough, there were three people by the table and chairs in the corner, where the wind blew up the curtain.
They looked quite young, two women and a man, and were hunched over a table copying something.
Anjing raised an eyebrow and walked over.
The three of them were surprised to see An Jing and Xiao Yao behind her. After their initial surprise, they politely greeted her, "Hello, Teacher Xiao Yao."
Then he quickly buried himself back on the table and continued copying.
"What are you writing?" Anjing walked up to one of the little girls and asked.
The little girl paused slightly, looking somewhat frightened, moved to the left, and continued copying.
Quiet:"……"
Is she really that scary?
Seeing this, Xiao Yao pulled An Jing aside and whispered, "President An, those three are all students in the college. They made a mistake and are copying the college rules."
"So what if we copy the school rules? We can't even say anything?" An Jing found it incomprehensible.
"Sigh, didn't I just tell you? The head of the Discipline Hall is extremely ruthless; no one in this courtyard is unafraid of him."
Anjing said strangely, "I think it's alright. It's just copying the college rules, and you guys are so scared. Your mental fortitude is too weak."
Xiao Yao gave him a look that said, "You're so naive, Mr. An. Do you know how many times they'll have to copy it?"
"How many?"
“666 times.” Xiaoyao finished speaking and then explained, “A set of college rules is nearly two thousand words long and must be copied neatly.”
In other words, to finish copying everything, they would have to handwrite at least a million words, which would take them about twenty days without eating or drinking.
Quiet:"?"
Alright, Leng Yanluo truly lives up to his name.
However, she couldn't help but ask, "With such a perverse punishment, hasn't anyone thought of resisting?"
Xiao Yao said meaningfully, "Resist? You have to be able to beat them first. Some students from well-off families did resist before, relying on their family's power, but they still got beaten black and blue."
Anjing: "The dean doesn't care either?"
Xiao Yao shook her head: "The dean is quite polite to him. In fact, objectively speaking, many of the students we recruit at Yudao Academy are from wealthy and powerful families. If it weren't for someone like him, who is unconventional and unafraid of authority, we really wouldn't be able to keep these students in check, and the academy would be in complete chaos."
An Jing scoffed: "What do you mean by not fearing the powerful? I think he just hates the rich and abuses his power for personal gain!"
Xiao Yao quickly tugged at her: "Shh, President An, you can't say things like that. If Leng Yanluo hears you, even if you're a guest, he won't let you off easily. You've already seen it, let's leave quickly while he's not around."
Anjing rolled her eyes: "Why are you leaving? Your Imperial Academy may be afraid of him, but I'm not. I bet the dean has some kind of leverage over him, which is why he's protecting him like this. Ha, what decent person wears a mask all the time? I bet he's either ugly or constipated."
"He's taking his frustrations out on the students because he's unhappy with his own life. It's the 21st century, and he's still fighting with students. If I saw him, I'd definitely give him a good talking-to about the law!"
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