It's still brown bread in the morning, and it's unpalatable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is like eating hardwood, and there are sawdust in the bread.

Luckily, I was given a small glass of wine, which I could use to wash down when I choked.

Cheng Qianxun said while eating: "Just say it here, it's stinky and wet down there." I can't bear to let the monk and the judge stay there! It's nice here, the air is good, and you don't need to light oil lamps and torches. ”

The monk heard that there was a reason, and who did not want to live comfortably, so he sent for the judge and the recorder to be called up.

The judge simply lay down on the bed and slept, not knowing how long he could sleep in a day.

So go on, not coherent, just attractive. So she continued to make up nonsense: "What those so-called witches did yesterday were all small tricks of low-level witches. What kind of baby oil, I won't make it! ”

"So what do you do?" The recorder simply didn't record it, otherwise if he wrote it down like this, people would be exhausted to death.

In order to attract them to continue listening, Cheng Qianxun carried forward the woman in the Thousand and One Nights who wanted to save her life, and said to the attractive place: "First of all, a little stone becomes gold. Your alchemy is to turn brass into gold, but this is stone into gold, and if you succeed in cultivation, anything can be turned into gold. ”

"Gold!" The eyes of several people suddenly flashed golden, and they were still greedy for money.

"Three drops of toad urine, five spoonfuls of bat droppings, finger bones of a young woman buried in the grave for at least fifty years... Cheng Qianxun began to ramble nonsense about the recipe for turning stones into gold, so that the recorder recorded it with great interest, obviously planning to try it himself in the future. After all, it's a spell that turns stone into gold.

He talked for about half an hour, and then deliberately said proudly: "Riding a broom, I never use that thing." I'm a high-ranking witch, and I usually make flying carpets. A Persian carpet of pure wool is to be dripped, and a special potion is to be dropped. The carpet will fly, and the recipe for the potion is to boil it together with the rain and dew of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and throw a chicken head and a piece of jerky that has been hanging for at least ten years... ”

This potion is really boiled, at most it is a broth with a variety of meats. So this is not enough, Cheng Qianxun added some ingredients: "You have to draw a charm, stick it on the carpet, sit on the carpet, drip the potion, bite your finger and drip the blood on the charm." Finally recite a mantra ... ”

"You have to be passionate and believe that you will succeed, so that the magic can enter the flying carpet." She also demonstratively sat cross-legged on the ground, as if she was sitting on the carpet, raised her hands as if holding the moon, and whispered in the deliberately lowered voice of the witch and wizard in the film and television work: "Jackfruit jackfruit... ”

"A carpet that flies... The monk excitedly urged the recorder: "Have you written it down, have you written it down?" ”

"All right, all right, my good monk, have written it down. Jackfruit! "The recorder didn't dare to be lazy this time, and wrote it all down word by word.

If it weren't for the big matter of life and death, she almost didn't burst out laughing.

When he had finished writing, the recorder felt that he had written several pages of paper, as if there was no need for a trial, and said, "I would like to ask how she sold her soul to the devil." ”

"Oh, that's a long story." Of course, Cheng Qianxun took advantage of such a good topic and took the initiative to explain: "It's not ordinary people who can sell their souls to the devil, it depends on whether the devil needs it or not." For example, the soul of the monk is so pure and upright, the devil must be very interested, and those stupid civilians, the devil will take it at will, even if they do bad things again, the devil will not give them more wealth. Forming an alliance with the devil often takes place at night ... ”

Talking and talking, and again speaking dryly, the recorder had to put down his pen: "My good monk, we have two other witches who have not yet been tried. ”

"The woman is still locked up and will be released tomorrow." The monk said impatiently.

The recorder reminded: "Today, that old woman is going to the river to judge God!" ”

The monk could only sigh: "Then take her to the river." By the way, whether she is willing to admit her guilt or not, she will be burned tomorrow if she pleads guilty; If you don't confess your sin, you can only be judged by God. ”

It's like a man who can be burned as he pleases.

"Then that's all for today, I hope this poor old woman confesses. If you are so thin that you will be able to float up. The monk went out with everyone a little puffed. Including the judge who slept on the bed, he insisted on lifting him up and going to the river to see the judgment of God together.

When everyone went out and the door was locked again, Cheng Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief. The tense nerves finally relaxed, and she sat on the edge of the bed, hungry again.

"No, please, gods~" A cry rang out, it was the voice of the old woman.

Cheng Qianxun stood up from the edge of the bed, walked to the window, and looked down through the gap in the middle of the plank.

Already some peasants saw it, and some children ran and reported: "I'm going to drown the witch, I'm going to drown the witch... ”

The old woman was finally naked, wearing a wide, coarse cloth robe that ordinary peasants wore when they slept, and it was evident that it was only a temporary cover. When you get to the river, you have to get rid of all the "vulgar things", including the clothes, of course. Then they tied up their hands and feet, stuffed them into cages and threw them into the river. When the time came, he could see clearly everywhere on his body, and it was no wonder that when the peasants heard that a witch was going to drown, they hurriedly threw down their work and came out to see the excitement.

The wounds on the old woman's hands, feet, and face were scarred, and the blood stains were dry and clearly visible. She cried, barefoot, and limped toward the river. It is impossible for the old woman to escape, her body has long been weak and abnormal after repeated tosses, and her face is so terrible that even if she cries again, it makes people believe that she is a witch.

The fat friar, the recorder, the executioner, seven or eight in total, and an old judge who was hunched over and needed someone to help him.

When this cadre was far away, Cheng Qianxun secretly felt sorry for this old woman, and he was also glad for his decision. Half a candle burned, if you don't drown, you will be burned. If the basket had been lucky enough to sink and the person had not drowned, it would have been lucky enough to escape. The shame is enough to make people feel so painful that they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.

Look up and see that it is already noon. She tried to pull the plank from the window with her hand, and it was nailed really firmly.

Then try the door, she walked to the door, and the door was locked on the outside. If she wants to get out, she can only be knocked away by brute force, but there are still people in the church, and even if she escapes from the church, those ignorant peasants who no longer have any moral values will definitely hunt her down for fifty copper coins.

There were also about a dozen monks in this church, as well as seven or eight executioners who specialized in interrogating witches. They could all use swords, and when they held witches, each one carried a sword, like a mercenary or a thug.

Since you can't escape, you sleep. When they are hungry again, they are not expected to bring lunch, and many farmers only eat two meals a day. Sleep can nourish your spirit, and you can close your eyes and think about what "confession" words you will make up next. When you fall asleep, you don't feel hungry.

This bed smelled worse and worse after being slept with by that judge, and it was washed up to three times in his life... Oh, that old woman looks like she's finally going to soak up today.

Falling asleep in a daze, it is better to lie down than to lie down as comfortable than a woman kneeling in the secret room of the cellar, lying down and waiting for the meal to be served, it is simply the treatment of the master. And the woman will not be released until tomorrow night, and everyone will be stupid by then.

It was about two hours later, when the sun was setting in the west and the sky was a little dark, that they returned; By this time, the old woman was gone. What else? Of course, after drowning, the body was immediately burned to prevent the witch from being resurrected.

After a while, the door opened, a plate of food was placed on the floor, and then the door was closed again.

She got up quickly, her stomach was already hungry. Looking at the contents of the plate, I almost sighed, a piece of black bread, black bread, black bread... But apparently happy with her performance today, butter, meat and a boiled potato.

She hurriedly ate the potatoes with butter, and the meat and brown bread gnawed slowly. Not only is the bread bad, but the meat is also hard to eat. Think of dried meat that can be hung for decades, and when you eat it, soak it in the river for two or three days and then scrape off the oxide on the surface and burn it out. There is an indescribable and inexplicable smell of rotting corpses, and the feeling of meat chewing in your mouth is like chewing tofu dregs, a mouthful of crumbs, and there is no aroma of meat at all.

Meat is not as good as bread, so after the meat is destroyed, then lie on the bed and slowly nibble on the bread. You have to eat it all, or you'll soon be hungry again.

These people are really diligent, and they came again at dawn.

Cheng Qianxun can only use the hodgepodge of myths and legends of various countries, put on the cloak of this sect, and continue to fool.

Speaking of noon, the recorder first became impatient: "Is it possible to pronounce the sentence?" ”

He patted the thick stack of parchment on the table: "That's enough for ten witches!" Am I going to write it down? ”

Before the monk could reply, the judge, who was snoring on the bed with his mouth open, sat up like a corpse and drew a cross on his chest: "In the name of the gods... ”

"Wait, wait, I still have a lot to repent!" Cheng Qianxun was in a hurry, once she was sentenced, she was waiting for death, she hurriedly said: "Turning stones into gold is actually not the most powerful, the most powerful is the elixir of immortality." After putting all kinds of medicinal materials in the Dan furnace and firing for a full seven hundred and forty-nine days, if the pill does not crack, it is refined, and it will be taken to prolong life. If it is refined in ninety-nine eighty-one days, then after eating, it will be forever young and immortal! ”

The eyes of the people who watched these churches widened, and even the judge, who had been confused, did not sleep, supported his old body, pointed his fingers and asked in an excited and trembling voice, "Really, really?" ”

"Of course it's true!" Cheng Qianxun said confidently: "I've lived for so long, do you think I look old?" It's that alchemy is more troublesome, if you want it, oh, of course, I can refine it if I have real evidence of guilt. ”

"Refine, refine... Ahem, ahem... The judge, who looked like he was about to be buried in the ground, coughed violently with excitement.

"Alright, you witch!" The recorder didn't want to write it down anymore, and what he had written in the past two days could probably be published in a book: "Hurry up and pronounce her that she is a witch, and tomorrow she will be hanged and then burned to death, hurry!" (To be continued.) )