Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 85 Fan Zheng's Pot
The flails of the Tang Dynasty weighed twenty catties, comparable to half the weight of the armor worn by Yiwei and Fubing.

Even Yu Chunren and the others were not weak officials. After wearing the shackle for a quarter of an hour, they were still blushing and neck-thick. Their appearance had long since disappeared. Beads of sweat rolled on their faces, and their legs trembled faintly.

The people burst into applause.

Watching officials being tried and punished is a great pleasure for grassroots people, unless they have really received the life-saving grace of that official, otherwise they are all hahaha.

The heavy shackles of the Tang Dynasty also have a strong and colorful stroke in the history of torture in China.

The barbarian Suoyuan Ritual is based on the yoke, thickened and aggravated. A single yoke weighs forty catties. It is said that the opposite is the same as the opposite, the seventh is that the opposite is the truth, the eighth is the sorrow of the dead pig, the ninth is that if you ask for death, and the tenth is that you want to destroy the family.

Of course, Li Yifu's handling is also a little out of line. If the result cannot be obtained smoothly, I am afraid that he will be impeached.

However, the history of arresting assassins is already out of line, so why not be more out of line!
"Come on! Let the prisoner kneel before the people!"

Li Yifu was like a wild cat, with shining eyes.

I don't know why, but he likes to torture people, especially this kind of opportunity that can be justified, it's rare!

Although there is a prison in Yushitai, Li Yifu is not ranked in Yushitai at all, and he must work hard if he has the opportunity.

Yu Chunren was humiliated, and under the coercive action of the auxiliary soldiers, he fell to his knees and knelt down.

Kneeling and kneeling are completely two concepts, right?

At least, when kneeling, there is a futon or straw mat under the knees.

Knee pain, back pain, shoulder pain, body pain.

However, mighty and unyielding!

Several officials gritted their teeth and held on, their breath gradually thick as a cow.

"For each prisoner, ten civilians are allowed to add bricks and tiles to his shackles in sequence."

Li Yifu rolled his eyes, and bad ideas immediately popped up.

The people watching immediately boiled over, scrambling to raise their hands, begging for this rare experience.

"Li Yifu! You must die!"

Yu Chunren, who had placed ten bricks on the flail, let out a final roar.

Because, in addition to struggling to support himself, he couldn't even speak, and his underwear seemed to be fished out of the river.

"Injustice!" Si Kouya and the others only shouted one word.

Fan Zheng patted his forehead lightly.

It was all Fan Zheng's fault. On the way, he was bragging and farting, and he accidentally mentioned to Li Yifu that Li Quanjiao, the later supervisory censor, invented one of the tortures "fairy offering fruit", but Li Yifu insisted on remembering it.

Fortunately, Fan Zheng didn't show off his unique skills such as the jade girl climbing the ladder and the phoenix spreading its wings.

In fact, Li Yi's mansion was still a little bit measured, but it took a quarter of an hour for people to unload the bricks and unshackle the shackles.

After a long time, it will really kill people.

Even so, the officials who had unloaded their instruments of torture immediately collapsed to the ground like mud.

Li Yifu let out a creepy laugh like a wild cat, and Fan Zheng finally understood how the nickname "Li Mao" came about.

The official was taken to the state prison, and Li Yifu began to interrogate the officials.

For the officials, Li Yi's mansion had no other measures other than killing power, but the methods used to deal with Yu Chunren before fell into the eyes of the officials, so they all confessed honestly.

However, Fan Zheng and Li Yifu were even more confused. They didn't have much contact with the dead Fu Shengsheng, and the sporadic information they provided couldn't restore the rough original appearance at all.

There is only a little value in the words of an old recorder, that is: the recorder is not from Bizhou, and his hometown seems to be the same as that of the governor.

The trial has no clue for the time being, so I can only withdraw from the court.

"I thought that I could destroy the dead and judge the results at once, but I didn't know that people's hands and feet were so clean."

Li Yifu sat in the second hall, cooking Mengding tea produced in Yazhou, feeling a little depressed.

Mengding tea at this time is a first-class famous tea, which has the reputation of "the water in the heart of the Yangtze River, and the tea on the top of Mengshan Mountain" in later generations.

Jiangxin water does not refer to ordinary river water, but refers to the middle cold spring in the center of the Yangtze River, which is excellent for making tea.

Fan Zheng smiled: "It's not that clean either. Looking at this superb tea, one should know that Yu Chunren's family background is good. Then, Fu Shengsheng, who is from his hometown, is favored by his family and driven by Yu Chunren, is it reasonable?"

Li Yifu put oil, salt, green onion, minced ginger, mashed garlic, and glutinous rice, and slowly stirred it with a small spoon in his hand.

The reason for fellow countrymen is very strong, and it doesn't matter whether you receive favors or not.

If I, Li Yifu, want him to accept it, he must accept it, even if he dies.

Although the tea soup in the Tang Dynasty tastes a bit strange and has mixed flavors, it is called the true meaning of life, but there is one thing worthy of praise, it is to satisfy the hunger.

At least Fan Zheng felt a little full after eating a bowl of tea.

It was only then that Fan Zheng realized that some places in later generations insisted on using the term "eating tea" instead of "drinking tea", probably because they followed the habit of tea soup.

After finishing the second hall, the two entered the third hall.

The third hall is the place where the main hall officials deal with secret affairs, the east wing is the place where the governor lives, and the west wing is the living room of the servants.

Fan Zheng smiled lightly, and glanced at Li Yifu, the two of them keenly discovered the problem.

Yu Chunren, the governor, doesn't have a servant by his side!
This is unreasonable, even Fan Zheng has Sun Jiu and Lu Yisheng as servants!
Find the key to open the door, first enter Yu Chunren's living room, the room is surprisingly simple, except for a table, a mosquito net, and a set of tables and chairs, there is nothing else, not even a horse.

"Like an ascetic!"

Li Yifu sighed quietly.

The contradiction is that Yu Chunren, no matter how you look at it, has nothing to do with the word pure-hearted and ascetic.

Fan Zheng walked around, tapping his knuckles on the wall from time to time.

Li Yifu's heart skipped a beat, and his footsteps also moved back and forth on the ground.

After tossing for a long time and finding nothing, the two turned around and walked to the servant's living room.

It seems that, except for a relatively tall cabinet, there are some brooms, dustpans and other sundries inside.

Li Yifu was a little dazed, but saw the corners of Fan Zheng's lips slightly raised.

Above the cabinet, on the gray wall, there was a faint smell of smoky smoke.

Lu Yi grew up, so he ran out to ask Yiwei for help.

Several Yiweis worked together to remove the heavy cabinet, revealing a shrine embedded in the wall, in which lay a smiling and rich Buddha statue.

It is Maitreya Buddha, the future Buddha of the past, present and future of Buddhism.

If it is in a temple, there is absolutely no problem for Maitreya Buddha to share incense with other Buddhas.

If Maitreya Buddha is enshrined alone, the problem will be serious!
During the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang, Master Fu Xi founded the Maitreya religion as a layman;

During the reign of Emperor Xuanwu of the Northern Wei Dynasty, Faqing, a monk in Jizhou, converted to Maitreya religion and openly rebelled, saying that "whoever kills one person is a Bodhisattva of one dwelling, and whoever kills ten is a Bodhisattva of ten dwellings." The response from the big bureaucrats is jaw-dropping.

Although there are factors such as social injustice, this slogan is not for Buddha, but for demons.

Subsequent dynasties have tried their best to eliminate this sect that has gone astray.

In the ninth year of Daye's reign in the Sui Dynasty, Song Zixian from Gaoyang summoned the Maitreya sect to rebel with illusion.

(End of this chapter)