I thank him for being reasonable, which saves me a lot of energy, but I cannot lack the necessary explanations.
"The matter with you Zhuangzi is basically settled. I have an explanation for your brother. I..."
"Shut up!"
Just as I was about to speak, I was choked back by Liu Erguang's sudden angry shout: "I let you go! Get out!"
Sadness to the extreme is anger, and this sentence is vividly reflected in Liu Erguang.
In that case, just say nothing.
I stood up, picked up something on the ground, and said softly, "My condolences."
As soon as I went out, I turned around and saw Wuwen Tianlei.
I stared at them suspiciously: "Didn't you go back?"
"Well, I'll wait for you." Tian Lei rubbed his hands: "In case you need someone, you can't not have a helper around you."
"I won't say thank you anymore."
I took the first step away and walked to the entrance of the village and got in the car.
The whole journey was silent, and when they arrived at the mountain gate, Wuwen spoke softly.
"Master, please rest early."
I chuckled: "Rest?"
After that, I stepped on the brake and said, "Wuwen, go check on their injuries. I want to see them."
"Would you like to go to the cleansing room?"
"Dignity Hall!"
The so-called Weiyi Hall is the place where Taoist temples enforce family rules.
Among them, there are 36 sets of ring sticks hanging on the wall. The smallest one is about as long as the forearm and the largest one is as tall as a person.
The first 18 sets are made of rattan, and the last 18 sets are made of wattle.
No matter which one it is, if it is drawn on the body, the skin will be bruised.
I sat in the middle, and Tianlei sat on my right side, quietly waiting for their arrival.
Ten minutes later, Hui'an and others arrived one after another.
No one spoke during the whole process, until the last seat was filled, and I clapped my hand heavily to my right side.
"Hui'an, sit over here."
Because of what happened before, Hui'an was always sitting in the corner.
I patted him a few more times and urged him a few times before he was helped over.
The walls full of ring sticks gave a strong sense of oppression. Everyone looked down and said nothing. The atmosphere was solemn, even surpassing that of the funeral parlor.
"Liu Daguang is dead." I glanced at everyone's face and said calmly, "I killed him."
I smacked the tobacco and put my hand under the tip of my nose: "The smell of blood hasn't dissipated yet."
"Jing'an, do you want to smell it?"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord." Jing'an slowly raised his head: "I voluntarily accept the punishment."
I immediately laughed: "You are right, what kind of punishment will you receive?"
"It was our sutra hall that made the big mistake by running away from the battlefield."
While speaking, Jing'an stood up and looked at the stick on the wall calmly.
I tapped the table lightly: "Then it's easy."
I stood up and walked to him, pointing to the stick on the wall: "From childhood to adulthood, let me introduce it to you."
"The one-foot-long one hits the finger bones; the slightly larger one hits the ribs."
I pointed my finger to the back: "The one as tall as a person is specially used to hit the back."
As soon as I finished speaking, Jing'an spoke first: "The biggest one."
I hesitated for a moment and took off the smallest one: "That's it."
Jing'an's behavior is indeed abominable, but the crime is not that serious and does not deserve such a punishment.
Besides, he was just a Taoist priest who chanted sutras, how could he withstand such a severe punishment.
I held the ring stick in one hand and looked around: "There are rules in everything. You escaped from the battle today and broke all my plans."
"I killed Liu Erguang, but the murderer was you!"
"There are rewards for merit and punishment for mistakes! You have to admit this!"
After saying that, I stepped away and said, "The Dharma is not revealed to the public. The master is invited outside."
This rule has existed since ancient times. Generally speaking, no other people will be present during torture. This is a sign of respect for the person being tortured.
When she arrived at the door, Jing'an calmly raised her arms high.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master."
I deliberately moved my hand down a few inches to ensure that the cane whirred when I picked it up.
"Snapped!"
I hit his ribs with all my strength. When I hit him immediately, I deliberately moved a few centimeters forward. I didn't hurt his flesh, but only hit his clothes.
Jing'an turned around and looked at me in surprise. I just whispered one word: "Scream."
It is said that within the six gates it is easy to accumulate virtue.
These six doors refer to the ancient yamen. The sticks in the hands of the yamen servants can be light or heavy. If they are forced to beat someone into a move, or if their family members take care of it in advance, they will use hollow sticks when beating.
The principle of the hollow stick is the same as mine. The sound is not bad at all, but there is basically no harm.
And this kind of thing was deliberately arranged by Mr. Xian.
Firstly, it can be used as an intimidation, and secondly, it can make some extra money for the brothers below, so why not do it?
The other kind of solid stick is called the tiger-killing stick.
The prisoner was obviously going to be tortured with the cane, but he had to take off his pants and expose his entire waist.
Every stick of the Yamen servant falls on the waist.
Even a tiger cannot withstand such a beating.
A few minutes later, I put away the ring stick, glanced at Jing'an, and strode into the house.
As soon as I entered the door, I threw the ring stick directly on the table and sat down on the main seat.
The stick slid for a while in front of everyone, and then slowly stopped...
