The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 269
After returning from Lu Tianxing's mansion, Jueming's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water, close to an explosive change, and he endured it all the way.

Putting it on ordinary people, there is no such skill in nourishing qi, it has already exploded with Lu Tianxing.In the end, you don't need to guess, you know, being slapped to death by Lu Tianxing, there is no second possibility.

"boom!"

As soon as he got back to his residence, Jueming finally couldn't bear it any longer and slapped his palm on the table. The not-so-fragile round table was smashed into pieces like paper.

The Shaolin disciples on the side were startled by the noise, and hurried over, looking at the scene in astonishment, wondering who caused the uncle to be so angry.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" A Shaolin disciple, looking at each other in dismay, walked over slowly and asked tentatively.

The boundless anger subsided a lot with the shattering of the table, but his face was still very ugly, he snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, Jin Yiwei didn't let go of his wisdom, it's really unreasonable."

He was the most senior present, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to find Lu Tianxing today, the others were not enough, even he was just reluctant.

The Void Returning Realm and the Primordial Spirit Realm did not have the opportunity to speak on an equal footing. Just now in the Jinyiwei Mansion, he didn't even have the courage to refute, so he could see how powerful the Void Returning Realm expert is.

"Did the uncle go all the way and fail to rescue Junior Brother Wuzhi? Isn't the imperial court still cooperating with me, Shaolin?"

A Shaolin disciple's face suddenly changed. All along, they thought that the imperial court wanted Shaolin, so Shaolin disciples ran amok in the capital, and they didn't care about Jin Yiwei.

Moreover, Jin Yiwei also seemed to ignore Jin Yiwei, which gave Shaolin disciples invisible support, and in this way, they became even more unscrupulous.

However, now that Uncle Jue Ming told them that Jin Yiwei would not let anyone go, and imprisoned Junior Brother Wuzhi in Zhenfu Sizhao Prison, they couldn't help but be surprised, even a little horrified.

Even if they had never been in the Zhenfusi Prison, they had heard of the horror of the Prison.

In the rivers and lakes, who is not terrified and inexplicably frightened by Jin Yiwei's prison.

It would be nice to be a complete person after being arrested and sent to prison.

Once most people are imprisoned in Zhao Prison, it is almost impossible to get out alive, even if they get out, they are all crazy and disabled.

Who is not afraid of those cruel tortures?

With a dark face, Jueming blamed himself: "Lu Tianxing made it clear that he didn't want to let him go, and I have no other way. Fortunately, he promised to only detain him for a few days, and he won't let Master Wuzhi suffer."

The Shaolin disciples on the side who said the previous sentence were heartbroken, and they were relieved when they heard that they would not be tortured later.

"Master uncle, don't blame yourself. This is the court territory after all. When master master comes, they will look good to you. Then you can let the emperor give them some color."

Being able to enter the capital during the current struggle for imperial power shows that these people are the best among Shaolin disciples, and whether they come to practice or gain knowledge, some things will not be hidden from them.

Therefore, these disciples knew about the relationship between Shaolin and the imperial court, Jueming didn't find it strange.

Jue Ming heard the words, his face changed from cloudy to clear: "Well, what you said makes sense, when the uncle comes, this matter will be solved naturally, and then it will be up to Lu Tianxing to let him go, hum!"

Regarding Lu Tianxing's power over others, as a Shaolin elder, Jueming has never been treated with such slights, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

If there is a chance, he would not mind mentioning this matter with Emperor Qin, and see how Shi Lu Tianxing explained it.

Now, Emperor Qin has to beg Shaolin to block the Daoist attack for the imperial court.

When the position of the state religion is established, the status of Shaolin will not be the same at that time, the abbot can even become the master of the Great Qin State, and Lu Tianxing will not be able to do so well.

For a moment, the originally cloudy atmosphere became relaxed.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he turned his head and looked at many Shaolin disciples and said: "Jin Yiwei Ji Chuan did what happened this time. I also know this person. No king or father is so cruel that he can even assassinate his own master. This person It is also a heretic.

Once there is a chance, he must be escorted to Shaolin to suppress, to dissolve the hostility in his heart, which can be regarded as eliminating harm in the world, and evil spirits and heretics can be punished by everyone.

My Shaolin is merciful and will not kill him, but I must not let him harm the world.

When you meet Ji Chuan in the future, you don't have to be merciful. If you encounter fierce resistance, you can wipe out the harm on the spot. "

A group of Shaolin disciples nodded and said with righteous indignation: "Uncle Shi said it is very true. As the leader of martial arts in the world, I, Shaolin, have the duty to eradicate evil spirits and heretics."

The Shaolin disciples talked a lot, Jueming looked out the door with a cold light in his eyes, once he got the chance, he would definitely not let Ji Chuan go.

This time he was deflated, it was entirely caused by Ji Chuan, and the anger in his heart could not be calmed down.

At this time, Jueming didn't look like a monk at all, or in other words, the role played by Shaolin did not reflect the compassion of a monk at all.

Here Shaolin and the others are filled with righteous indignation, but Ji Chuan doesn't care, he patrols the capital in a leisurely manner, now Ji Chuan is very famous in the city.

We all know that Jin Yiwei has a ruthless character, just Qianhu, dare to be tough with Shaolin, the key is to be safe and sound.

Those Shaolin disciples have been imprisoned in Fusizhao Prison in Jinyiwei Town, and have never been released, but Ji Chuan is doing fine.

Have to say that this is a miracle.

The Daoist sect was even more astonished, completely confused about what kind of medicine was sold in the imperial court's gourd, and the relationship between Shaolin and the imperial court was unknown to others, but the Daoist sect couldn't be more clear.

As soon as this happened, Daomen concluded that Ji Chuan was going to be unlucky, that Qianhu's seat might not be guaranteed, and the clinker was not only fine, but seemed to be alive and well.

Three days later, Ji Chuan suddenly received an order asking him to release the Shaolin disciples.

It didn't matter to Ji Chuan, anyway, the effect of killing chickens and monkeys has already been achieved, and it is meaningless to lock up Shaolin disciples.

Therefore, Ji Chuan walked into Zhao Prison for the first time today. As soon as he entered, a musty smell, bloody smell, and a unique smell that made people want to vomit rushed over him.

Water and fire are incompatible, and the atmosphere of epidemic disease is full of prison!
Ji Chuan frowned and walked on the pitch-black bluestone slab. It was not accurate to say that it was pitch black, but it was dark red, with red turning purple and red turning black.

Ji Chuan could tell at a glance that the dark red mud on the ground was soaked in blood, and it had been such a scene for a long time.

Walking on the dark and damp aisle of Zhao Prison, my feet are sticky, which makes me feel hairy and extremely uncomfortable.

Before actually entering Zhao Prison, they could hear shrill screams one after another. Listening carefully, they seemed to feel that they wished to die immediately, and the real life was worse than death.

"Master Ji, it's a bit noisy here, sir, please don't mind." A prison guard walked behind Ji Chuan, leading Ji Chuan forward, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Snapped!"

Just as he was speaking, the jailer raised his whip in his hand and swung it towards the cell next to him. In an instant, the cells in the vicinity became much quieter.

(End of this chapter)