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Wei Xuan said slowly: "Who else is willing to protect this monk with his life, and what he says and does is worthy of his heart?" ”

The students who came with Han Zi said in unison: "A certain person is willing to guarantee his life." ”

Some people in the crowd who had received the great grace of the wise cicada also knelt down and said, "The grass people and others are also willing to be sure." ”

Wei Xuan got up from the chair at this time, he walked to the side of the torture platform and looked at the kneeling people below, looked at it for a while, and then walked in front of Zhi Chanzi, paced slowly, and asked Zhi Chanzi for a long time: "Monk, are you ashamed?" ”

The wise cicada was already weak, and the chanting sound was already intermittent, listening to Wei Xuan's question, he stopped chanting, opened his eyes and looked at Wei Xuan and whispered: "The emperor actually judged himself because of the words of the poor monk, and the poor monk is ashamed." ”

Wei Xuanjian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he didn't like him to be verbose, and ordered in a deep voice: "Be louder." Are you ashamed? ”

Zhi Cicada struggled to raise his voice and said, "The poor monk is ashamed!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people kneeling under the torture platform immediately turned like earth. Zhi Cicada thinks he is ashamed, so how should these people who protect him with their lives deal with themselves? The atmosphere of the Middle Zhou Dynasty was enlightened, and the emperor was wrong, which could be said or criticized. But if the criticism is wrong, the price is not something that anyone can afford easily.

Wei Xuan walked to the side of the torture table with his hands behind his back and looked at the cadres under the torture table.

The person who was kneeling straight and upright had already been suspended on the ground, his face like ashes.

The courtiers, the nobles, the ladies, and some reasonable scholars all knew that these people would not survive. Questioning the emperor in person, and threatening each other with death, how can the emperor's dignity be desecrated?

What's more, today's saint is not as merciful as the previous emperor, but an iron-blooded emperor who says everything.

People all looked at Emperor Jingxi, who was standing high on the execution platform.

Wei Wan also raised her head from Dongfang Yi's arms and looked at the young emperor. Looking up from below, Emperor Jingxi's tall body is like a mountain, more and more upright and majestic, with twelve chapters of Xuanyi blowing in the wind, lining the high sky and clouds on his head, as if he is carrying the sky and the sun, turning his hands to make the wind and clouds.

The crowd was silent, hanging in their hearts, all waiting for the emperor's words to decide life and death.

Emperor Jingxi looked at the people under the torture table. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly looked up to the sky and said, "Wait until you die." ”

Wei Xuan's voice is low and magnetic, and he listens like gorgeous music. But it was a song of death. As soon as these words came out, Dongfang Yi immediately pressed Weihuan's head lightly on his chest and hugged her tightly. Because of this, Weiwan did not hear the cries, shouts and cries for help.

The person who was still impassioned just now under the torture table. There are loyal martyrs who get up and die on the torture pillar, such as Han Zi; There are lovers who bitterly offer forgiveness, crying and mourning; There are people who want to take advantage of the chaos to escape, and they are forced back by the surrounding Yulin Guard's horizontal knife......

General Yu Linwei, who was in charge of the security of the execution ground, Dongfang Wei, shouted: "Your Majesty's oracle dare not be respected? Kill! ”

The wise cicada tied to the torture pillar shouted: "No! ”

But no one listened to his begging voice as if he was using his life, and with Dongfang Yu's order, the Yulin guards drew their ceremonial knives one after another and slashed at the soldiers kneeling on the ground, and the torture table immediately turned into a killing field.

The chanting of the wise cicada sounded again, hoarse, and the words wept blood.

Many years later. Dongfang Yi recalled the scene of that day, and only remembered that in the Sanskrit sound that filled the square, the eyes were full of knife light, and the people under the butcher's knife cried and had no way to save them, and they fell to the ground under the light of the snowflakes knife, and the corpses under the torture table were piled up into mountains, and blood was splashed into rivers...... That person stood high under the blue sky and white clouds, between the corpse mountains and rivers of blood, with a golden crown in his clothes and a high bow. The tall figure stands majestically, like the demon god of Shura, and it makes people tremble when they look at it, and they just want to submit to his feet. There is no longer the strength to resist.

It was not only the people who interceded for the cicada who were killed, but also the ordinary people who ran around because of terror, and it was not until these people found out that they would die if they ran around, and that they could save their lives by standing still, and the torture table was quiet. Standing in one place trembling, he let out those who had died for righteousness far away.

This massacre, even the executioners were terrified, and one of them found that the chanting of the Zhi Cicada had stopped, and he endured the trembling all over his body, and said to Emperor Jingxi: "Your Majesty, the demon monk faints. ”

Emperor Jingxi also turned his head to the end, only looked at the people under the torture platform, and said, "Are you dead?" ”

"It's the end."

"Wake up, make up the remaining knives, and light the fire."

Zhi Cicada was woken up, the knife punishment continued, the flesh and blood on his thin body were quickly cut clean, the executioners carried the knife accurately, after a thousand knives, the Zhi Cicada was not dead, but it was difficult to make a sound.

The group came up, piled the wood prepared in advance at the feet of the cicada, and burned sesame oil on the body of the cicada. The fire ignited from the wood under the feet of the cicada, and immediately rushed to the cicada's body.

At the moment when he was burned in flames, the wise cicada burst out with a final shout: "Lord Buddha! Take this demon god tyrant! ”

After that, there was no sound.

The people in the audience wanted to take their eyes away, but no one could take them away, and they watched blankly as the fire covered the body of the cicada. The wind stopped, and there was silence in the huge square, except for the whirring of the flames and the hissing of the burning flesh, and the air did not smell of burning, but overflowed with the smell of sandalwood, and the wood was full of precious spices.

Wei Xuan looked at the stunned people under the torture platform, and said calmly: "The demon monk uses demonic words to disrupt the people and bring disaster to the country, and the death penalty is difficult to pay. His comrades are still at large. Today, a detective workshop has been set up to arrest such chaotic parties, and the name of the workshop is bad, and there is a supervisor of the bad handsome. Jin Ze. ”

Jin Ze stepped forward, hugged his fists and said, "The minister is here." ”

Wei Xuantou also replied: "I ordered you to be a bad handsome." Today, the bad workshop began to be formed, and the yamen of the six temples cooperated. It is necessary to arrest all the demon monks and the party, and not let one person or one pawn slip through the net. ”

The ministers of the six temples under the torture platform hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted, saying, "Yes." ”

Jin Ze said: "I will live up to Your Majesty's trust." After finishing speaking, he took a step back, still standing with Su Xia.

Wei Xuan suddenly said again: "The general Dongfang Yi walked in front of the palace. ”

Dongfang Yi was hugging Weihuan, and when he heard the emperor's call, the two of them were stunned and hurriedly separated.

Dongfang Yi hugged his fists and said: "The minister is here." ”

Wei Xuan didn't speak again. The sharp eagle's eyes flashed with a cold light of unknown meaning under the beads, staring at Weihuan and Dongfang without moving.

Weiwan looked at him, but only saw Zhu Yan blocking her face, being swayed by the autumn sun, the shadows were full of shadows, the yin and yang were uncertain, and the more she looked half-concealed and half-hidden, her heart was raised. Somehow, I thought that when I first saw the saint, although he was also intimidating, he was handsome, laughed loudly, and was kind to the maidservants in the countryside, not as lonely as he is now......

After a while, Wei Xuancai said: "General Dongfang Yi, I lost my honor before I was punished, and I was fined for one month, and I was confined in the yamen for half a month. ”

Dongfang Yi knew that it was indeed unetiquette to leave the place where the courtiers were standing and be with his wife, but he also knew that he was wrong, so he hurriedly replied: "Yes." ”

Wei Xuan then put his sleeves down the torture platform, and the guards and Shulinwei followed, hulala and returned to the palace in an instant.

never glanced at the burning cicada.

Just as the courtiers and ladies were not supposed to go anywhere, the chamberlain sent a decree: "The ladies will return home for the time being, and continue to worship tomorrow." The courtiers belonged to each of them to the yamen.

As soon as this order came out, everyone only had to borrow two legs, riding horses, and getting on the car, and in a hurry, they fled from this square like Shura's hell. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please browse M. Reading for a better reading experience.