Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 137

The moon was dark and the wind was high, the strange trees were dense, and the mist near the mountain permeated from the cracks in the rocks, obscuring the vision. There were only a few solitary escorts carrying heavy loads and walking on a small road.

In the hazy night, several people sometimes saw the broken tile eaves, sometimes thought of the wind and rain, and sometimes looked at how these dilapidated buildings struggled to support themselves in the beautiful government office buildings.

The shadows of the night surged, and a few people turned around the depths of the flower hall on the west side of the Fuzhou government office, and suddenly extended a winding path, faintly leading to several ancient courtyards hidden in the shade of the trees. , Nature has long been rusty.

Walking along this road, several people passed the Fajian Hall and the Judgment Room with a pointed roof all the way, and the gusts of wind seemed to blow against the face with long-lasting resentment and death, which made the old escort feel His bones felt cold and his steps became heavy.

For thousands of years, some people here may be able to show off their spirits, but no one can seek justice.

"Damn it, hurry up, you will be unlucky once you come to this damn place..."

The old escort in front almost slipped and hurriedly urged, "This Rongcheng is in troubled times, if it wasn't for the magistrate's sudden order, I wouldn't be here today."

Seeing someone break the suppression, several people breathed a sigh of relief, and another escort hurriedly said, for fear that the damn silence would surround him again.

"Grandma, why did I vaguely hear that Mr. Bai Zongbing of Prince Geng's Mansion entrusted him, so I found the prefect?"

The other two guards cursed in a dirty manner. It is said that this method can increase the three yang fires on the body and prevent the trip from being entangled by the dirty things wandering around at night in the pledge.

"Strange things are things, aren't they all made by people?"

The young guard said unconvinced, "It's like the strange incident of the three mountains and two towers. I heard that it was caused by the people from the Geng family digging the bottom of the black and white twin towers late at night."

"Nonsense. The people in the city also said that the people who happened to see them were beheaded on the spot. Who lived to say that? I'm more curious about these things. Why did they have to be sent to this ghost place?"

"Do you still need to ask, it must be for the prisoners who were locked in a few days ago. What is the charge? Murder?"

"Don't ask! Prince Geng's mansion is so domineering, so the imperial envoys still need a reason to arrest people?"

An old escort immediately yelled and cursed. He knew the truth that the more he knew, the faster he would die, so he tried to persuade this stunned young man to shut up.

The gloomy brick and stone building in the northwest corner, even if it is surrounded by bamboo fences, covered with vines, and covered by thousands of bamboo poles outside the courtyard, it can't stop the stench.

The only newcomer was holding his nose to resist the stink, he never thought that there would be such a messy place in Fuzhou Fuzhou Yali, which had a magnificent appearance.

"You haven't seen how powerful that imperial envoy is. He ransacked more than [-] houses in a row in the past few days. Who dares to say no to arresting people and ransacking their homes? I think he is a evil star descending from the earth, and he was born to destroy his family!"

The new escort thought of Monk Yankong's vicious face, and the domineering way that he led people to drive out the magistrate's subordinates that night, and no one dared to look up at the scene.

But after all, he was young and energetic, and he still refused to forgive him.

"No matter how powerful the imperial envoy is, he still has one head and two arms like ours. I don't think it's that big of a deal..."

Several old guards sneered.

"Then tell me, was the young prince of Prince Geng's mansion very powerful? It is said that he met the imperial envoy once, and was frightened into madness when he returned home. He has been locked up in the mansion until now."

The voice of the conversation gradually subsided, and from the mullioned windows that were open near the front eaves of the gable, four escorts could be faintly seen coordinating back and forth, carrying the big boxes of food and clothing, and walking to the depths.

"People scare people, scare people to death. There are rumors that this monk and imperial envoy like to eat raw human livers. Could it be true?"

"It's not impossible. You see, on the first day he went to Rongcheng, he dared to send prisoners to the ghostly place of the interrogation center. His behavior was exactly the same as that of the prefect of Ling. At first glance, he was not a magnanimous person..."

Accidentally mentioning the former magistrate, several old guards fell silent.

The road became more and more difficult to walk, and the four of them could only walk in a continuous row, gradually approaching a building on the mountain where the moonlight could not even shine.

The moss and green radishes are all over the outer wall, and the broken door is dark and open, which is the source of all the eerie aura.

The new guard was young and energetic, and always felt that these old gangsters were scaring him all the way, so he said unconvinced: "Then what's so great about this pledge? Why are you so scared?"

"Don't talk nonsense when you go in, put the person in the number room and leave!"

The old guards all stopped and told the new guards, "The former prefect of Fuzhou, Mr. Ling, was cruel and good at creating unjust prisons. In those few years, he led the master to turn this place into a hell on earth."

"The kind and weak people can't survive three days inside, so all the strong and thieves survived the hostage, and only a few treacherous and evil people can survive to this day. Don't mess with them!"

"What crime did they commit? Why are they so cruel?"

The new guard bit the bullet and asked, wondering if the chief of the bandits who had been committing crimes for many years was imprisoned inside?
"I don't know, and no one knows."

In troubled times, the world is turned upside down, and several people openly admit the fact that they, as officials, are afraid of being imprisoned.

Another old guard on the side added, "The former magistrate died more than ten years ago on the day that Emperor Wu of the Ming Dynasty left, and all the subordinate officials also fled, so that all the case files were scattered and burned. What evil did these prisoners do? Don't know anything."

The new escort was thinking about it, but he couldn't understand the reason. Finally, he could only ask dumbly: "Even if the charges are gone, will the prisoners in the interrogation center not be released or run away?"

As soon as these words came out, the voices of people in the dark alley fell silent, and the old guard walking at the end of the line was silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"Let go? This matter is a case of injustice without a head, and let go is neither killing nor killing. The previous magistrates were afraid of being caught in the big plan of the Beijing police and being reported as a fool for making decisions, so they ordered the yamen to send three meals a day. "

An old guard said in a strange tone, "In addition to our severe punishment, we can count on stabilizing these criminals. More importantly, until now, no one has told them that Ming has been dead for more than ten years..."

A gasping voice sounded alone in the darkness.

"What kind of immoral thing is this..."

A few old people simply stopped talking at the door and quickly warned him, "Don't talk nonsense when you go in, no one can bear the trouble..."

An old guard seemed to be pondering for a long time, and finally whispered: "The new prisoner is not a good person. I heard that the imperial court forced Mr. Zhao to enter and wanted to copy the case files, but he walked to the door I escaped, just because I saw ghost messengers going on patrol, and some people recited prophecy poems, all of which are weird and bizarre things..."

"Oh, let's hear it?"

Several people asked in succession.

The old guard repeatedly confirmed that there was no one around, and then said softly: "I don't remember, I'd better finish the errands and leave! Recently, there are too many lunatics in the city. Woolen cloth."

"I know this! Two people broke into the rotting corpse of Yizhuang's guest and hacked with swords and swords. They looked like crazy demons. It is said that when they were caught, their mouths were still full of rotten flesh from the rotting corpse..."

"Tsk tsk, it's really scary!"

But just when the few of them were murmuring at the door and dared not enter, there was a sudden sound of zigzag and fluttering clangs opening the way in the eerie holding cell.

Accompanied by their stiff turning around, what was enough to make them lose their minds was that the night fog and shadows filled both sides of the path at this time.

Two fuzzy figures moved like puppets, holding swords, or law enforcement devices, or ringing bells, jingling and ringing, and there seemed to be a few shadows kneeling in mourning, crying, and feeling shuddering all over their bodies...

The foul wind and strange fog came oncoming, and several escorts fell to the ground with their souls scattered. They only felt that the ghosts had surrounded them, and black blood flowed out from the seven orifices of the two people in front and behind.

But at this moment, another gust of dark wind rushed in, accompanied by twists and turns in the hall, it seemed that many people were chanting inexplicable lines in unison.

The cadence and rhythm of the syllables coming from the sobs in the interrogation center drilled into their ears one by one, mixed with the sound of countless instruments of torture, prison posts, and iron chains, and the screams and strange laughter of the innocent souls gnashing their teeth in the dark, almost The expression on Ming's face became more and more distorted until he could no longer hide the fear surging in his pupils.

"Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night..."

"Emperor Star Fluttering Ying Huo Gao..."

"From now on..."

"There is no need to spare your hands to kill...

Jiang Wen yelled ghostly in the waiting room, scaring the people outside the door out of their wits.

When he heard a heavy object fall to the ground with a bang outside, and the strong wind came and went, he went out to take a look in disinterest, and found that it was not the master sent by Monk Yankong, but two servants who had died without regret, and a few men who were scared to pee. Incontinent bet difference.

"I don't know if it's a mistaken rescue or a mistaken injury."

He took the things indifferently, looked at the mark of Fuwei Escort Bureau on the box, and nodded slightly.

This is his fourth night in the prison, everything is going well, the people here are very friendly, the environment is very quiet, but the sanitary conditions are not very good, so he deliberately found a room without dirt and blood stains, and the cleaning is the best. It's a clean cell.

"Two inmates, today my brother sent some good things. We are destined to meet each other. Take what you want for food and clothing."

Jiang Wen waved his hand and said to the two disheveled and unshaven men in the cell, not caring that he couldn't even see their faces clearly.

It's also a coincidence, after Jiang Wen came in, he just felt like a hell on earth. The few remaining prisoners were all menacing in appearance, gritted their teeth and sucked blood every day, and they were all locked in small cages alone, walking, sitting and lying down so dirty everywhere.

Only in the deepest cell lived two silent prisoners who tried their best to clean themselves up, the cell was clean and tidy, and they were not robbed or bullied by others.

The reason is also obvious. Although the cell is clean, the wooden windows and bars are stained with blood that has been black for a long time, which makes people shudder.

Jiang Wen's heart has always been relatively big, so he opened the prison and locked it in. After saying hello to these two inexplicable inmates, he found a place to use as his own.

Hearing Jiang Wen's greeting, the tall inmate came over. His temples were prematurely gray, and he dragged the heavy handcuffs and shackles alone, and walked over with a clatter.

The thick iron chain around his neck made his body unable to stand upright, and the handcuffs and shackles tightly locked on his limbs were also embedded in the flesh. Due to the long-term congestion and discoloration, sores grew completely together with the flesh. The key may not be able to separate.

The man struggled to take away a set of clean clothes, tried every means to put them on himself, and squeezed out a smile on his extremely pale face.

"Thank you."

The other party's voice was mellow and powerful, and it didn't become hoarse and crazy after being in prison for a long time. This was also the first sentence they had successfully talked since Jiang Wen came in.

The inmates on the other side were relatively silent, still sitting cross-legged on the bed against the wall, without even opening their eyes.

Jiang Wen picked a sesame oil chicken wrapped in lotus leaves and threw it on his clean straw mat, only to see him open his eyes after deeply frowning, and slowly reached out and took the fat chicken away.

As his body moved, Jiang Wen saw two iron hooks piercing his lute bone deeply.

The iron hook severely restricted his movement of leaning forward, stabbed in the bones for a long time, the wound is no longer bleeding, but it still caused him great pain, the fingers of his hands were even more mutilated, obviously suffered a lot Torture in prison.

He didn't say a word, and ate the fat chicken on his own, and he didn't stop until his mouth was full of oil.

Jiang Wen was very pleased to see this scene. He came to Longchang to enlighten himself for three days, and finally reached a good relationship with his inmates. The next step is to fully integrate into this place, and then strive to commute his sentence and get out of prison, and start a new life.

"Friends outside, do you want to come in and eat together?"

The strange wind in the forest suddenly hit, and two thin, tall and strange figures suddenly appeared, and they hit the depths of the detention center without stopping. Symphony.

Jiang Wen opened his eyes unaffected, staring at the two attacking strange shadows, and instantly pulled the tall prisoner beside him to block him.

"Prisoner, both of you have enjoyed the good things, my two enemies are here, do you share one with each of you?"

The face of the heavily shackled prisoner was pale, but there was still a forced smile on his face.

"not my business."

Jiang Wen glanced at the prisoner who had pierced the lute bone again. The prisoner was still gnawing on the roast chicken meticulously, without even raising his head. His facial features were all buried in his disheveled hair. Obviously, there was no hope.

pity.

Jiang Wen sighed inwardly, then stood up,

"Kunzhong Chang, the death of your master has nothing to do with me. I entered Nether Lane with you that day, and I didn't know anything about the outside world. You should be very clear about this."

Only a few bars away, Jiang Wen could clearly see the faces of the Chang brothers.

They have become so thin that they have lost their appearance in a few days. Their thick eye circles and bloodshot eyes are like monsters. They are dressed in black and white robes that are worn to tatters. Now they look more like the legendary ecstasy messengers.

Chang Bozhi's thin face was full of hostility, and his withered palm suddenly grasped the wooden pillar, making a strange creaking sound from his palm.

"Master has been kind to us in nurturing us. We don't know who killed him, but we will definitely find out the murderer and pay for it with blood!"

Chang Hezhi also said hoarsely.

"You have suspicions and clues, we tried our best to come here, today you must go with us..."

Jiang Wen sighed. The other party's excessive wear and tear was clearly a hidden injury caused by forcibly mobilizing internal and external kung fu, and it would even lead to madness if it went on for a long time.

"Have you fought Monk Yankong?"

A trace of fear flashed in Chang Hezhi's eyes.

"That monk's kung fu is very powerful. He fought against the two of us twice and suffered a lot. We sneaked into the mansion smoothly while he was out tonight..."

Jiang Wen spread his hands, and said honestly: "You don't need to look for me, I won't leave."

Chang Bozhi had a strange expression on his face, as if he didn't expect such an answer, and his hoarse voice was raised a few degrees.

"The other party acted so recklessly, don't you want to wash away the suspicion and give yourself justice?"

"Why go out, I'm bored by myself outside, and I don't have a girlfriend."

Jiang Wen walked back to the depths of the cell indifferently, leaning against the narrow window and said lazily, "Everyone in this detention center is talented, and they speak nicely. I really like being in it..."

The Chang brothers no longer used the tone of discussion, but said in a cold voice: "If you don't leave today, you have to leave!"

Jiang Wen shot them sideways, took out a jug of fine wine from the things Lin Zhennan sent, and drank it self-consciously.

"I don't want to go out, of course there is a reason why I can't go out. Some things may not be seen clearly by staying in prison. Don't you think it's ridiculous to run around these days?"

Jiang Wen said narrow words, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, "It's interesting to say, I stayed in there for three days, and I have already thought through a lot of problems, even things that I didn't understand in the past when I read books. Not only is this not a prison cell, but a blessed place for Longchang to realize Taoism..."

The Chang brothers looked at each other and said in unison: "Do you know who the murderer is?!"

"You guys misunderstood. I just figured out an allusion. Since I met you today, I'll share it with you. Have you heard the story of Duan Yuyan from Zheng Boke?"

Jiang Wen shook his head, and said slowly, "Duke Zheng Zhuang and Uncle Duan are brothers, but because of a dystocia and a normal birth, their mother, Wu Jiang, only favored his younger brother Duan, hated Zheng Zhuanggong very much, and even helped his younger brother to rebel against his older brother. , the story of being finally defeated by Zheng Zhuanggong.”

"Later on, Zheng Zhuanggong exiled his mother who supported the rebellion to Chengying, and swore, 'If you are not as good as Huangquan, you will never meet again'. Fortunately, under the persuasion of the doctor Ying Kaoshu, Zheng Zhuanggong dug a large underground tunnel, and the mother and son finally When we meet, we will be mother and son again."

Jiang Wen told the famous story in Guwen Guanzhi, and then said slowly.

"But I clearly feel that Zheng Zhuanggong is a generation of traitors. From the beginning, he indulged his mother and protected his younger brother in preparation for the subsequent eradication of threats - after all, he can keep his name of filial piety and kill his younger brother justifiably. , the only way is for the other party to commit the crime of disobedience to the country..."

"What's more interesting is that Zheng Zhuanggong said that he exiled his mother to Chengying, but in the conversation with Kaoshu Ying, he accidentally missed the word. I have nothing alone. Uncle Ying Kao said: "What do you dare to ask?" Because of the common language, let me tell you that I regret it. "

"To put it another way, could it be that Zheng Zhuanggong had secretly killed his mother in Chengying, and just imprisoned a double there, so the two have long been separated by yin and yang?"

As soon as these words came out, although the Chang brothers didn't read much, they were shocked by the cruelty and ruthlessness in Jiang Wen's words. They only felt that Zheng Zhuanggong he said was a hypocritical, cruel and treacherous person who could kill his mother and brother with awe.

"It's just a family talk."

The prisoner who was covered in iron chains actually made a sound, and the smile on his face restrained.

Jiang Wen shook his head again.

"Then tell me, what do you mean by the act of digging the ground and the Yellow Springs? It was written in the middle of the first year of Lu Yin's reign, the public enters and writes: In the tunnel, the joy is also harmonious! Jiang comes out and writes: Outside the tunnel, other Le also vents! I think this is the son who hypocritically said that he would be quiet after death, while the mother sarcastically said that being able to live like you is something to be happy about."

As soon as this remark came out, several people inside and outside the cell were dumbfounded, only thinking it was ridiculous.

Only the prisoner whose lute was pierced by the iron hook nodded slowly and remained silent.

The chained prisoner shook his head and sighed: "What you said is getting more and more absurd. In the back of the book, it says 'the mother and the child are as good as ever'. Doesn't it mean that the two are reconciled as before?"

"reconcile?"

Jiang Wen laughed wantonly, spilled all the wine in the glass, and looked around at the Chang brothers and the two inmates for a long time.

"Hahaha, that's exactly what you say! Do you remember what I said before, Wu Jiang never liked this eldest son! It's impossible to reconcile as before, and it's impossible to reconcile as before!"

When the laughter stopped, the cell had already fallen into silence.

"So I guess that the doctor Ying Kaoshu not only suggested that Zheng Zhuanggong dig a tunnel, but offered a method of evoking souls across the netherworld, so that Zheng Zhuanggong could meet his long-killed mother in the tunnel of the underworld!"

The Chang brothers were dumbfounded. They seemed to have noticed Jiang Wen's mental abnormality and suspected that he had gone crazy.

But the prisoner who was covered in iron chains frowned, and his pale face showed a thoughtful expression.

"Hearing what you said, I think of a legend. Uncle Ying Kao made great achievements in waving the flag and seizing the car, but he was shot in the back and died. Zheng Zhuanggong took out pigs, dogs, chickens and other sacrifices for this, and the wizard led We chanted the mantra together for three days, and Ying Kaoshu's wronged soul suddenly came back to life, and the grandsons and grandsons who stabbed people in the back were all tied up and killed, and then slayed themselves to death."

Jiang Wen was silent for a while: "The time of the netherworld has existed since ancient times, but who can explain it clearly? Uncle Ying Kao may not have thought that he should offer the alchemy of the tunnel of the underworld, and finally return his innocence..."

The opportunity to inspire Jiang Wen was the wild cry of the White Lotus Sect Huang Hufa before his death.

There seemed to be a lot of terrible information hidden in his head, but he couldn't describe the weirdness in it as best he could, so he only revealed some strange rumors.

His descriptions are varied, such as the long-standing Nether Alley in Fuzhou City, the Skull Prefect, the death of Sun Ce, and the King of Fujian’s digging a spring to watch ghosts, but these are all related to the mysterious and mysterious Nether, so Jiang Wen had to use it. The greatest imagination, trying to restore all this.

What he couldn't underestimate was that Yan Gao, the governor of the Western Jin Dynasty, dug out the West Lake when he built the Zicheng. It was rumored that he dug into the sea eye deep in the stratum, and finally led to the knowledge of the ancient temple at the bottom of the lake.

That's right, it's Wei Jin again!
He can avoid making too many malicious guesses, but he doesn't like these Wei Jin wielders who are good at making troubles. Hands and feet?
Jiang Wen didn't want to care about the changes that happened in Fuzhou City, and he couldn't connect the weird things between the three mountains and the two towers in Rongcheng, but now it seems that he has already guessed some truths from Huang Hufa...

Someone is playing chess.

There are many people playing chess.

Under this chaotic situation, there are many suspicious points. Everyone thinks that they are chess players. They want to play a big chess game with the people of the world as their pawns, but they don't know that as long as they step into it, they will become another muddle-headed pawn. The general situation in the game forced him to walk, and there was no way to get out and leave.

Jiang Wen's words shocked the audience, but his expression suddenly softened, and he walked to the prison pillar and looked at the dumbfounded Chang brothers.

"To be honest, it's not time for me to enter the game yet, so I won't leave. I'm not interested in who the murderer is."

He smiled kindly, and looked at the angry Chang brothers, as if he was talking about something that couldn't be more normal.

"But if you can go outside and bring something here, maybe I can make your dead master cross the netherworld and come to see you in person..."

Jiang Wen lowered his voice very low, with a deliberate temptation.

"How do you feel?"

(End of this chapter)