beg for chivalry

Candles were lit for a while in the torture room, and the cold orange swayed on the mottled earth wall.The walls are covered with spine-chilling spiked iron rings and clangs, poplar elm sticks and charcoal fire sticks are piled up in the corners, and some black and red steel nails and bamboo pieces are scattered here and there. back.

It was late autumn, and the atmosphere in the room was dry and cold, and a few groans/groans that seemed like gossamer made people feel even more chilly.I saw a thin hemp rope tied to the beam, hanging the ankles of an elderly monk in red calluses high.The monk was tied up with five flowers, head down and feet up, and a big vat was placed under it.

The venom in the tank has just been boiled, and is bubbling, with the snake and scorpion limbs tumbling continuously.If the old monk lowered his head, his neck would be submerged in a vat of poisonous juice, so he could only use all his strength to straighten his neck.

He had been hung upside down like this for a day and night with his neck straight, his face was purple, his veins were bulging, and because he had inhaled a lot of poisonous gas on his back, all the seven orifices were bleeding out black and purple blood worms.Even so, the old monk still folded his palms together and recited the Great Nirvana Sutra.

"Good man. What is the Bodhisattva Mahasattva's holy life...Good man. The Bodhisattva Mahasattva lives in..."

The old monk was trembling and weak when he read, until Zuo Sanniang dozed off.

Hou Tianzhu asked her to prepare some poison to kill this person. She became playful, so she moved a bench to watch when the old monk couldn't hold on and fell into the poison vat.Unexpectedly, this person was so persistent that he couldn't fulfill Sanniang's wish even after a day and a night.

Sanniang yawned, tilted her head to look at him, then said with a smile all over her face. "Hey, old man, don't you doze off? It's nice to have a good dream just by bowing your head."

The old monk said. "It's more than just a beautiful dream. If the old man bows his head, he will never wake up from the dream."

The poison vat under his head can make people bleed from the seven orifices just by breathing out, but what if the whole head is submerged?Ordinary people can't think of it, and they don't dare to think about it.

After a while, the old monk read slowly again. "...In all the worlds, the living will die. Although the life span is limitless, it must be exhausted..."

After hearing this, Sanniang couldn't help laughing. "According to what you say, everyone is going to die. It's better to die early and live happily, so as not to hang here and suffer."

The old monk stopped chanting sutras and opened his wrinkled eyes to look at her. "This statement is absurd. A moment of extra life is naturally different from a moment of early death. Even if the morning fungus crickets don't know the future, don't they still exist in the world? Suffering... how about suffering, the Saha world, naturally suffers from all kinds of troubles, avoids Don't suffer from all kinds of evil."

The girl laughed. "...I thought only Confucianism and Taoism were afraid of death, but I didn't expect you, a Buddhist bald donkey, to be afraid of death too."

The monk saw her beautiful face, just like a budding spring flower, but her heart was as vicious as a snake, and he couldn't help sighing. "The girl is young, but she has already been involved in the way of Mara, and she has no mercy or mercy."

"What is 'compassion'? What is 'sorrow'? I can write these two words."

Sanniang said, grabbed the poplar stick beside her and drew a few strokes on the ground, writing the word "compassion" crookedly.

She often hears others say that the leftist is heartless, ruthless, merciless and merciless.In her heart, "compassion" means hesitating and being timid, not going forward, and it is the most deadly for an assassin who makes a living by killing people.

Seeing her stubbornness, the old monk shook his head and said. "It is said in the Great Nirvana Sutra, 'To remove the benefit for all living beings, and to share the immeasurable benefits and joys of all living beings' is compassion. Only those who appreciate the suffering and happiness of all living beings and save suffering have compassion."

Sanniang nodded her chin and muttered. "Then I don't have this 'compassion'!"

So what to have, so what not to, in her heart, it doesn't matter.

"Since the girl is proficient in medical principles, why doesn't she use it to save lives and heal the wounded?" The old monk glanced at the large tank overflowing with poisonous gas and sighed, shaking his head.

Third Miss said. "What's the fun in saving lives and healing the wounded? No matter who is poisoned to the bone marrow, they have to tear their hearts and lungs. That's fun."

"No wonder ordinary people say that everyone in Houtianlou is heartless and ruthless..." The old monk's throat rolled, and he laughed like sand and stones. "...The poor monk can see you today."

This remark made Sanniang a little unhappy, she saw that although the old monk was hung upside down in the air, he was still calm and calm, as if he didn't care about the imminent death.This made her faintly think of the boy in black who couldn't do anything no matter what she tried, so she became distracted for a while.

She hopped up to the monk and asked while poking his head. "If I remember correctly, you are the abbot of Guangde Temple, Gudeng, and you were brought here by your sister, isn't it?"

Guangde Temple is located at the southeast foot of Panlong Mountain. The Shimu Temple hall is magnificent, with flying eaves.The third lady once glimpsed a corner of the temple in the quiet and dense forest, many Shaolin disciples practiced agility in the forest in the form of birds, beasts, insects and fish.

The old monk sighed. "The poor monk is really good at fixing lamps. Zuo Buzheng really only does crooked things. He wants to use the 36 temples in Panlong Mountain to attract people back to Houtianlou, so as to suppress Zhao Shixuan's army. If the poor monk doesn't agree with her, she will Take the poor monk's life."

Sanniang was stunned by these court affairs, she felt bored in her heart, so she hurriedly slapped the monk twice and said angrily. "Tell me something funny, I don't want to hear about the trivial matters of these emperors and temples."

The solid lamp wobbled, and suddenly a hoarse laugh came out of his throat. "It's a pity, it's a pity! The leftist injustice will not succeed after all. Even if Gu Deng died, Guangde Temple still has one person with the character 'Jian' and two people with the character 'Xin'. Have you ever heard that 'break the precept and eat three hundred knives'?" , Dao Dao Chang Zhu cassock clothes'? That man is in Guangde Temple."

Third Miss knew very little about Jianghu affairs, she shook her head and said. "I've never heard of 'splashing pig food'."

Solid Lamp laughed. "——The monk who breaks the precepts plays his heart, the tenth in the Jianghu list, you see how much you Houtianlou can do against him!"

Sanniang didn't want to listen to him anymore, and felt that the old man couldn't say anything interesting, so she took a knife and cut the rope.There was only a splash, and the old monk fell into the poison vat, and in an instant, a shrill scream that did not resemble a human voice burst from the vat!At first it was a dull but thunderous roar, and then it gradually became hoarse and dying.

In just half a stick of incense, the red calluses of the solid lamp floated on the surface of the vat wrapped with rotten flesh and bones.Zuo Sanniang watched the tragedy quietly, but for some reason felt extremely bored and bored.

"Tenth in Jianghu, is it very powerful?"

She propped her chin and couldn't help muttering in a daze.

She hadn't been out of the monastery for several years, and she knew nothing about the affairs outside the monastery.

……

When Zuo Buzheng came to look for her that day, Miss San just mixed some musk and panax notoginseng mixed with aloe vera juice and rubbed it on her face.Jin Wu punched her that day, and the bruises did not disappear, so she could only endure the pain and apply some herbal medicine to reduce bruises every day, and then wrapped her eye sockets with silk.

Zuo Buzheng entered the door, the host who was called "Yasha" always wore a mountain armor, cold and solemn, and made a sound of gold and iron with every step he moved.Her pair of amorous apricot eyes sank slightly, staring carefully at the silk cloth wrapped on the third young lady's face, and asked coldly.

"San Niang, who hurt you?"

As soon as Zuo Buzheng opened his mouth, it was as if black clouds were pressing down on the environment, and the winter was coming, and every word was frightening, making Sanniang tremble all over.

"It was Sanniang who was naughty herself, and she was hit by a tree fruit. It's just a little bruise, and it will heal in a few days." Miss San replied with a smile.The matter of being beaten by Jin Wu was a humiliation in her heart, and she didn't want to tell Zuo Zhuzhu about it.

Zuo Buzheng leaned over and caressed her face carefully, saying with pity. "Which tree is it? Which fruit? It actually hurt my good sister, and I had someone cut it down for firewood after a while." Although her tone was gentle and tactful, it implied a decisive coldness.

The third lady stuck out her tongue. "I don't remember."

"Then just cut it off." The woman held her face carefully and said lovingly. "Sanniang, you are my most precious sister, especially this face, which makes me love and pity you. If it hurts even the slightest bit, it will make me sleepless and have heart palpitations day and night. If someone hurts your face, I will I will definitely teach him what it feels like to have a heart broken, eat his flesh, and sleep on his skin."

"Sister, don't you just like Sanniang's face?" the girl giggled.She couldn't help but feel a little proud at this moment, if she told Zuo Buzheng that the one who punched her was Jin Wu, then that little guy wouldn't be tortured by "Yasha" Zuozhu in every possible way?I have become the savior of this annoying ghost.

Zuo Buzheng laughed. "If the face is pleasing, the person is also pleasing!"

She straightened up, walked a few steps in the room, and said suddenly. "...make me some medicine."

"What medicine?"

"According to the old prescription. The mandala should be heavier." Zuo Buzheng said, "It's best to destroy people's minds, so that they don't know where they come from and where they are going, and all the emotions and desires are gone." Her eyelashes flickered, and a beautiful red cloud suddenly appeared on her face, she said ecstatically. "I'm going to test one person with this medicine."

San Niang laughed when she heard this. "Good sister, why don't you go to the underworld to find some Mengpo soup. If you really want to go to the seven emotions and six desires, it's better to shave your hair and kneel down before the Buddha for a hundred and eighty times. How can there be such a fairy prescription? But there are lesser prescriptions. , can make people fall into a trance like falling into the clouds, and fall into a drowsy sleep, and it can also make people confused after long-term use, and they can no longer remember what happened in the past."

She picked out a celadon vial from the jars in the cupboard, and handed it to the master on the left. "Here, I call it 'Wangyou'. Although it is a slow poison, sister should pay attention to the dose when using it. It will hurt your body if you use it too heavy."

After saying that, Miss San suddenly clapped her hands and laughed. "I forgot, the ones my sister wants to poison are all drunkards who kill thousands of knives, so don't worry about the weight, just do it."

Zuo Buzheng raised the corners of his lips, and took the vial of "Wangyou" with one hand, and said leisurely with his arms around her. "It's Sanniang who knows my thoughts best."

Seeing Zuo Buzheng smiling, the third lady couldn't help being curious, and asked while holding her hand. "Who is my sister going to test with this medicine?"

"Yasha" has always been ruthless in his actions, leaving no room for mercy.Zuo Buzheng has a heart full of joy and vigour, and people interrogated by her often don't survive half a day.At this time, he actually thought of slowly torturing people with slow poison, which surprised Sanniang.

The woman smiled sweetly, but it made people feel creepy. "A kid who doesn't know what's good or bad."

She moved her fingers back and forth on the table, making a clanging sound. "Oh, how much I love him is how much he will hurt me. If you want to lock him up in this life, you have to work hard."

"Hearing what my sister said, that person must be quite disgusting." Sanniang smiled, but for some reason, she remembered the boy in black who acted recklessly.

"Sanniang."

Hou Tianzhu suddenly called her name, then slowly leaned over and put a pair of cold hands on her shoulders.

The girl's eyes met the woman in armor.Zuo Buzheng's eyebrows are extremely beautiful, like peonies blooming in full bloom.But there seemed to be a cold abyss in her eyes, the clouds were hazy and foggy, and there was a soul-stirring chill in her eyes.

Zuo Buzheng smiled gently. "Have you ever met...Jin Wuqi?"

When this name was mentioned suddenly, Sanniang trembled slightly.She hastened to gather her composure and smiled: "There are so many assassins in Houtianlou, how can I see them all? What's more, people from the 'Gold' Department are fighting and killing outside all day, it's even more impossible for San Niang to see them."

For some reason, she felt that it would be a bad idea to admit that the two of them had met before.

And the hunch did come true.

"That's fine. If you touch him... Sanniang, even if it's you..."

Zuo Buzheng smiled and let go.Sanniang suddenly felt that her shoulder bone was throbbing and painful as if it had been crushed, and she couldn't help moaning in a low voice.At this time, Tianzhu leaned close to her ear and said softly and gently.

"...I will also cut your corpse into thousands of pieces and cut you out with thousands of knives."