"Damn it!"
Lin Yi had a murderous intention in his eyes.
As expected, the original person entered the Anyang County government office and became a temporary police officer, just to be a scapegoat.
Then today, his adoptive father Su Huaizhi was kicked out of his private school, which was also part of Zhu Liren's plan.
His purpose is to obtain Taoism.
Then use the methods in Taoism to absorb the essence and blood of the scholars in the private school to help him break through!
Chen Jinbei gritted his teeth and said, "You really deserve to die!"
Zheng Zhiqiu said in disbelief: "I didn't expect that Junji Academy would cultivate such a person..."
He Wancheng shook his head and sighed: "Taoism can make people take shortcuts, and it can also make people become possessed. Zhu Liren committed such a crime, and Junji Academy must be blamed!"
…
"What a supreme honor!"
He Weijun had veins popping out on his forehead and became furious. He raised his hand and slapped Zhu Liren, sending him flying hundreds of meters away.
boom!
When he landed, his body wiped a trail of blood on the ground.
puff!
While Zhu Liren was vomiting blood, he was also awakened by the pain. Thinking back to what he had just said, his face was ashen.
I don't know if it's because of pain or fear, but my body is shaking uncontrollably.
"Brother, why are you injured?"
Zhu Changyu walked over with a cane and was shocked to see Zhu Liren vomiting blood and falling to the ground.
He was still thinking about coming over to see how Lin Yi and Chen Jinbei died.
Instead, the eldest brother was injured?
Zhu Changyu's expression was gloomy. He couldn't bear it anymore and quickly looked at the dean of Junji Academy and said loudly: "Dean, why don't you kill Lin Yi and Chen Jinbei? As the dean, you can't just sit back and do nothing! "
"Quickly kill this thief and make Junji Academy famous!"
Zhu Changyu didn't see the situation clearly, he just wanted Lin Yi to die quickly.
Lin Yi's eyes glowed coldly, and he walked towards Zhu Changyu and Zhu Liren, and said in a deep voice: "Buy the county government, let me be the scapegoat, drive away Su Huaizhi, absorb the essence and blood of the scholars, just to break the situation for you..."
"In your eyes, ordinary people like us deserve to be treated like weeds?"
Lin Yi walked towards Zhu Changyu and Zhu Liren step by step, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Those Zhu family servants were too frightened to move.
The deans of the three major academies did not stop him.
As a client who was treated as a scapegoat by Zhu Liren, Lin Yi must have a lot of resentment in his heart.
It's okay to let him indulge for once to avoid the birth of inner demons in the future.
"What are you going to do?"
Zhu Changyu was so frightened that he was scared to death. He leaned back on crutches and shouted at He Weijun: "Dean, the scholar killed someone, why are you just sitting idly by? Quickly kill him!"
"It's your own fault!" Zheng Zhiqiu turned around and chose to ignore it.
"It's your own fault!" He Wancheng snorted coldly and chose to ignore it.
"Death is not a pity!"
With a cold light in his eyes, He Weijun raised his hands towards the eastern void and said loudly: "Please ask the Holy Judge!"
Woohoo~
After the words fell, talents surged over Daxing Town, forming auspicious clouds of talents, and purple energy came from the east.
Then golden light shone down from the auspicious clouds, and a huge golden shadow stood above the auspicious clouds.
He holds a book in his left hand, a ruler in his right hand, and wears a holy crown on his head. He exudes brilliant holy power, and then speaks the divine voice of the saint: "Word!"
The people in the town, who had never seen such a miracle before, knelt on the ground and worshiped.
Zheng Zhiqiu, He Wancheng and Chen Jinbei looked solemn and were performing discipleship ceremonies.
This is the shadow of the saint of Dayan Wen Dao. After he became a saint and emerged, he left a legacy in the world.
Anyone who has reached the level of a fourth-grade gentleman can request a holy judge under special conditions.
Success rates vary from person to person.
The main purpose is to let the saints and sages determine the crime of scholars and judge those who have a literary heart.
Under normal circumstances, if a literary monk commits a crime, it will be adjudicated by the Zhenguoshengyuan. The academy will draft the crime committed by the scholar and submit it to the Zhenguoshengyuan.
Only after receiving the ruling from the Zhenguo Holy Court can the academy proceed with the matter.
This is because all scholars who have reached the realm of literature and art are considered disciples of Zhenguo Shengyuan, and the academy trains them on their behalf.
besides.
Asking for a sage is more solemn and sacred. You are asking for the judgment of the ancient sages. There is no need to petition the holy court, just let the sage make the decision directly.
Faster and fairer!
But the price of asking for the Holy Inquisition is also very high, and it can almost drain all the talents of a fourth-grade gentleman.
"Why did you go so far as to exhaust all your talents to ask for the Holy Inquisition? This is... giving me the privilege of killing evildoers?"
Lin Yi was slightly moved, and his impression of He Wenjun improved.
He knows the price of asking for a holy judgment.
As long as the saint decides that Zhu Liren is guilty, he will not be punished for what he does next.
You can save yourself from worries.
"No... no, Dean, the disciple knows that he is wrong, and Lin Yi is not dead yet, and the disciple has not killed anyone yet, the crime will not lead to death!"
Zhu Liren's face turned pale with fright, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
The dean actually asked for a holy judge, which made it clear that he would not be given any way to survive.
He Weijun's face was stern, he bowed his hands towards the phantom of the saint on the auspicious cloud of talents, and said loudly: "I, Zhu Liren, a disciple of Junji Academy, has despicable words and deeds, violated the holy law, and committed a heinous crime. I beg the Holy Master to judge!"
"No, the disciple is not guilty, the disciple has not killed anyone!"
"What kind of king are you, dean? To accept Lin Yi as a disciple, to kill me to please Lin Yi, to deviate from the teachings, and to be a teacher in vain!"
"Holy Master, please judge He Weijun, the president of Junji Academy, guilty!"
Zhu Liren shouted hysterically and beat him backwards. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, as if he had been greatly wronged.
Zheng Zhiqiu and He Wancheng were dumbfounded.
This guy... thinks he can't die quickly enough?
There was a gleam of coldness in He Weijun's eyes, he put his hands together and said loudly: "Please ask the Holy Judge!"
The phantom of the saint in the auspicious cloud of talent quickly flipped through the books in his left hand, as if he was looking up something.
It is said that the book in the saint's left hand can reproduce the life experience of the punished person. Whether the crime is unforgivable or the death penalty is avoidable depends on the saint's decision.
soon!
The book was closed, and the phantom of the saint stood on the auspicious clouds, with a majestic appearance. Immediately, the saint's heavenly voice came down: "Guilty!"
"No!!!"
Zhu Liren roared hysterically, with a look of reluctance on his face: "I am not guilty, I refuse to accept it..."
"presumptuous!"
He Weijun glared at Zhu Liren and scolded: "Disrespecting the Holy Master and ignoring the Holy Judgment will be an additional crime!"
at the same time.
The phantom of the saint has not disappeared. He is still standing on the auspicious cloud of talent, with his eyes slightly lowered, as if staring at the human world.
"What's going on? After the Holy Master appears and makes the judgment, he should leave..." He Wancheng asked doubtfully.
"The Holy Master is looking down at the human world, as if he is staring at someone. Could he be staring at me?"
Zheng Zhiqiu's face turned pale.
When he was fighting with He Wancheng just now, his behavior was a little unbecoming of a scholar...
"Should!"
He Wancheng couldn't help laughing, but Zheng Zhiqiu didn't dare to speak, but just stared back at He Wancheng.
at this time.
Lin Yi also had an indescribable feeling, as if he was being watched, like a light on his back.
When he raised his head slightly to look at the phantom of the saint, his eyes suddenly stung extremely, as if they were burning.
The pain was so painful that I couldn't open my eyes, and then my soul seemed to be pulled out.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw his body, standing motionless on the street.
At the same time, a suction force was pulling him up into the void...
