According to official historical records, in the early Qing Dynasty there was a fierce bandit named Sun Xunzi. He did all the evil things in the world, and in the end he received a total of 2,000 knives.
With so many knives, you can only use "fish scale cutting", otherwise you won't be able to cut them all.
When the human flesh was cut off, there was only a thin layer, and it was even translucent when viewed against the sun.
The executioner only worked until the sun went down, then went home to drink and sleep, thinking about doing it again tomorrow.
The result was good, Mr. Sun was really a man. Although he only had half a skeleton left, his consciousness was still there, and he killed himself without saying a word.
The next day, before the executioner arrived, someone was already at the door to arrest him.
There are only fifteen hundred knives left, and they must all be spent.
Since then, the taboo left by our ancestors has been broken. It doesn’t matter what time it is, morning, noon, or evening. Just do it as quickly as you can, and don’t kill yourself in the end.
This is why in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, there were Taoist priests on duty 24 hours a day.
Resentment, anger, blood, and hostility all break out at night. If no one understands the situation, there will definitely be a big mess.
But even so, some things still cannot be changed.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, everyone from the ministers in the court to the street officials were greedy. The money approved by the court to hire Taoist priests was also used to enrich their own pockets.
If he is a serious offender in the DPRK and does not need to be escorted back to Beijing and can be executed directly on the spot, then an imperial envoy must be present.
When this happened, these corrupt officials had their own solution. They asked their family members to put on Taoist robes and sit in the execution ground for a day, and the matter was resolved satisfactorily.
What the old blacksmith said was referring to the land beneath our feet.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the original cutting platform was demolished and moved to the current location of the blacksmith shop.
The old blacksmith was like a repository of stories, slowly telling the whole story clearly.
I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious: "How do you know so clearly?"
"Then you should ask me why I am a blacksmith."
The old blacksmith laughed dryly: "My great-great-grandfather was the last executioner in Monan. Before he died, he told my grandfather that his descendants must engage in fire-related trades, otherwise the family will die within three generations. "
really.
At that time, although the executioner's profession was reasonable and legal, it still hurt people's lives.
The executioner has seen blood and evil all his life. He can resist it by relying on his strong character, but that may not be the case for future generations.
After a pause, I asked again: "What does this have to do with the wind outside?"
"It's a big deal."
The old blacksmith slowly said: "That corner is where the beheading platform is."
"As long as there is a gust of wind, it will be the ghost who killed me before and came to claim his life. If the Yang Qi is not strong, it is impossible to get out alive."
The old blacksmith glanced at me and said, "Hey, after saying so much, I just want to tell you one thing. If you have nothing to do, please leave as soon as possible."
"This is not a place for you to come."
Xu Mo quickly asked: "Huh? Since you know everything, why did you agree to stay here in the first place?"
"I can only eat this bowl of rice in my life, what else can I do if I don't do this? It's like this anyway, why don't I take advantage of this?"
After that, he sneered a few times: "Do you think I don't know what their plan is? It's just that they want to rely on the yang energy of forging iron to suppress the original evil spirits."
This old man is open-minded, knows destiny, and lives up to destiny.
At this time, the white-haired wind outside had passed. The old blacksmith stood up and opened the door: "The story is over, you can go."
I went out and took out the big iron pot and threw it directly in front of the old blacksmith: "Old man, I know you are not an ordinary person."
"Let's come together. Don't rush me away. Why don't you give me a look and see what this is?"
The old blacksmith came forward, lowered his head and looked at it carefully for a while, and then tapped it a few times with his hands.
"Where did you get this?"
I was stunned for a moment, and then said half-truthfully, "It's been passed down from our ancestors."
