Xie Huaiwei didn't seem to take it seriously.
After standing up, she naturally took up his arm and said, "Let's go back to the peak."
"You two fellow Taoists are quite generous." Chen Qing teased, then turned around and followed everyone from Hehe Immortal Palace out of the martial arts arena.
Mu Nan was a little embarrassed.
But it was difficult to push Xie Huaiwei away at this time, so she could only say in a deep voice: "Isn't it a bit too much?"
"When there are many people, it is better to prove the identity of Taoist monks." Xie Huaiwei said in a voice like a mosquito, "You took the money!"
Mu Nan had a dark face and let her carry him.
Don’t break the rules when collecting money to do things!
"Uncle Pastor, please go first!"
"Uncle Pastor and Xie Huaiwei are simply a couple of gods, and we are envious of them."
"Uncle Pastor is extremely brave and powerful, and he is a perfect match for Xie Huaiwei and Chen Yuluoyan."
"Uncle Pastor, I can be a kid!"
All the disciples made way for the two of them.
Compliments and complaints abounded.
It's like two people with different intentions entering the marriage hall.
Psychologically, it feels good.
Finally, we reached the bottom of Yiaoni Peak.
Elder Coubertin from the Law Enforcement Hall came up to him in a very ignorant manner:
"Brother Pastor, the decree given by the Taoist leader must be implemented. Please follow me, Brother Pastor."
"Elder Gu!" Mu Nan said in astonishment: "Why is beating people so addictive?"
Elder Gu cupped his hands and said, "Junior brother, please don't make it difficult for us to enforce the Law Hall. We are all following the law."
Coubertin's personal arrival gave him enough face.
The words were tactful, and Mu Nan didn't want to be pretentious.
Since he acted like a hero at that time, he must bear the corresponding consequences.
He only hoped that Zhilutang would be gentler for Long Zhantian's sake.
At least twenty magic whips can save half a life.
Seeing Mu Nan's crying face, although he did not refuse, he still refused to move.
Elder Gu looked cheerful and seemed to be discussing:
"Then...walk?"
"Hey!" Mu Nan sighed and took a step forward resolutely.
Twenty magic whips, that’s all!
Worth it.
More and more monks gathered around, and they often stopped talking.
He only dared to call out "Uncle Master" in a low voice for comfort.
Elder Gu must have accumulated so much authority that he did not dare to ask for mercy.
Who dares to intercede for the decree issued by Zhang Xiandao himself?
It's just this posture, no matter how you look at it, it's a bit sad to say goodbye in the execution field.
"I'll wait for you outside the law enforcement hall."
Xie Huaiwei's words were extremely considerate.
It feels like a husband and wife sharing weal and woe.
…
There are four entrances to the Law Enforcement Hall, the Heaven and Earth Prison, and the Training Hall. The one that scares the disciples of Jiuyi Dao Sect the most is the Law Enforcement Room.
Traditionally, the monks who conducted the ritual room walked in and carried them out.
Anyone who has been punished will always cry with a sad face and a trembling voice, unable to look back:
"That's really exciting!"
Especially Elder Gu, the legal whip is never merciful.
No one has ever been able to bear ten lashes under his whip in a clear head.
Mu Nan looked at the legal whips covering the walls of the law practice room and asked timidly:
"Elder Gu, are you personally holding the whip today?"
There were two young monks following in the law enforcement room, but they never spoke.
He intuitively felt that if these two brothers were holding the whip, they should be gentler.
Elder Gu looked back and forth on the wall of the law enforcement room, choosing his favorite whip.
The reply seemed nonchalant: "I will personally execute Zhang Daoshou's decree."
"Elder Gu, do you think this is possible..."
Spiritual stones and exercises? Or something else, try to piece it together.
No matter where you are, it is normal for people's money and people to eliminate disasters.
We are all practitioners, why should we embarrass practitioners?
Mu Nan responded to this idea.
Elder Gu interrupted him directly: "No, never!"
"I haven't asked yet!"
"It's no use asking! Take off your clothes!"
Elder Gu said decisively, but Mu Nan was puzzled: "
Elder Gu, why do you still need to take off your clothes when whipping the magic whip? "
Elder Gu seemed to have finally chosen a favorite magic whip, gently struck it on his hand, and said casually:
"You don't have to take it off, but if you gain face inside, you won't lose face when you go out."
One of the young monks followed:
"The magic whip is a formation seal carving. It is very difficult to heal the injuries caused by the magic whip. If the clothes are caught in the flesh and torn, it is equivalent to being punished twice."
Mu Nan thought about the execution scene and couldn't help but shuddered:
"You mean, it will make your skin and flesh burst open?"
The young monk smiled mysteriously and put a bronze bracelet on his wrist:
"Uncle Master, please do not use your spiritual power. Under the magic whip, the more you use your spiritual power to resist, the greater the backlash you will receive."
Elder Gu then interjected: "Hang him up!"
The young monk obeyed, put his fingers together, and said: "Bind!"
Mu Nan felt the bronze bracelet suddenly tighten, lift him up, and hang him in the air.
He thought to himself: "If there was a cross, it might be more brave."
"Uncle, are you sure you don't want to take off your clothes?"
The young monk warned him with words, but there was no trace of mercy in his eyes.
Even happy to see the results.
"It's better to take it off!" Mu Nan gritted his teeth, and two drops of cold sweat broke out.
Talking about "come at me if you have the ability" or "he will be a good man again after eighteen years" seems extremely stupid now.
Elder Gu could beat Yuanying Daxiu to pieces, wouldn't he be able to smash the golden elixir to pieces despite his small golden elixir level?
"Edict!"
The young monk gently pulled his arm, and Mu Nan's clothes slipped off his shoulders.
Fortunately, he was bound by a belt and only his upper body was naked.
Elder Gu nodded to the young monk.
The two consciously stepped aside.
Then, he flicked the magic whip, and there was a clear "snap".
When the rumor reached Mu Nan's ears, he felt that even the best coachman in his youth could not whip the whip as well as Elder Gu.
"good!"
Mu Nan shouted.
He wanted to cheer himself up, for no other reason than that.
Elder Gu shook his head helplessly: "Brother Pastor, I haven't beaten my whip yet!"
The roots of Mu Nan's ears turned a little red, which was quickly extinguished by sweat and turned pale.
He pursed his lips and said, "You can't continue practicing first. If you are beaten to the point of losing your breath, you won't have time to shout."
"Yes!" Elder Gu was convinced: "The next magic whip will come on its own, so Brother Priest must cooperate well."
Mu Nan had never been whipped, nor had he seen anyone else being punished, so he didn't know how to cooperate.
I thought I really needed to shout a few words to make him soften and reduce his strength.
"I'll try my best!"
The two young monks smiled knowingly.
Seeing this, Mu Nan felt guilty and hurriedly closed her eyes.
Elder Gu looked stern and raised his magic whip high: "Here we come!"
"Snapped"
There was another crisp sound.
Mu Nan's closed eyes slowly opened and he looked at his body doubtfully:
Not painful, not itchy, and somewhat comfortable.
The magic whip has no effect?
At this moment, Elder Gu shook his head regretfully: "Priest brother is not very cooperative!"
"Cooperate? Oh!" Mu Nan suddenly realized as if he had escaped a disaster, and quickly let out a scream: "Ah! It hurts me too!"
"The boy is teachable!"
Elder Gu praised him repeatedly and raised his whip again.
Every crack of the whip was accompanied by his wails of extreme pain.
It's like entering the Flame Mountain and descending into the oil pan of hell.
It was shrill and hoarse.
Mu Nan felt that at this moment, he was possessed by his master, Fairy Shuyun.
He has no doubt that with his acting skills, he can go to the Oscars and win a statuette.
There is no exaggeration at all.
"Junior brother! Take it, give it the last whip!"
"Come on!" Mu Nan roared in response.
"Snapped!"
"Ah, haha, ah! Gu... ah... Elder, you are serious! Ah!"
Mu Nan did not expect that Elder Gu would give the last whip for real.
The beating made his soul twitch, and the beating made his skin and flesh bruise.
The pain was like a sharp knife traveling through the body, bringing out pieces of flesh and blood wherever it passed, but there was no way to resist.
The heartbreaking pain is like the soul being swallowed by darkness, but there is nowhere to escape.
"You have to show off, right, Brother Pastor?"
After Elder Gu finished speaking, he handed the magic whip to the young disciple and ordered: "Slowly help him out."
"Accept the order!" After hearing this, the two disciples took out the bronze bracelets, supported the grinning Mu Nan, and warned them all the way:
"Uncle Master, after receiving twenty lashes, you will faint at worst."
Mu Nan felt that he was too far away from the Oscar statuette.
The exaggerated performance just now completely failed to realize the true power of the magic whip.
It wasn't until the last whip that he understood why all the disciples gasped when he mentioned the magic whip.
Elder Gu showed mercy, and nothing was more worthy of his mercy than the case of Long Zhantian.
Taking the last whip, perhaps, was out of duty.
But at this moment, he had to endure the severe pain in his soul and body and pretend to be dead...
The time to test your acting skills has arrived.
