The criminal laws of the Celestial Clan, in fact, have many names.

The entire ten major sins are further subdivided, with a total of 79 programs, 158 items, and 455 articles. According to the table, each crime is clearly listed.

In this clause, there are many kinds of punishments, whether they are suppressed for life or demoted to the lower realm, whether they are reincarnated or destroyed by three flowers, all of which are subdivided and exquisite.

And there is only one kind of punishment - five thunder capital punishment.

And the same is to kill someone, to commit an insurmountable sin. It really matters under what circumstances, who he killed, and how he killed.

Because the criminal law of the Heavenly Clan does not only depend on who you kill, but also on the merits of the person who is killed, and the merits of good and evil can also be used as the basis for judgment. If the deceased is a good man of the tenth generation, don't wait for the judgment, you will be punished by heaven on the spot, and your soul will be destroyed, and if the one who kills is a despicable person with more evil and less good, maybe you can leave on the spot with a few sticks.

Chenhua and Xuan Yao imprisoned and killed a total of 123 people, committing Article 64 "Life Prisoner" and Article 78 "Massacre" in the fourth sin of the Law.

Changning said that in recent days, Jinghua has been thinking hard all night here every day, trying his best to find a glimmer of life for Chenhua and Xuan Yao.

Although it seems now, except for the Jade Maiden Jing'an, the grandson of Tianji Dongyuan, and the Canaan Xu of the Western Heavenly Spirit Mountain, who have a very rich background and have cultivated for thousands of years, the merits of the other 120 victims are actually not very profound.

It's not high, but it's too many. Jinghua calculates that no matter what, it is impossible to escape death.

Qinglan squatted down in front of him and said, "Jinghua, you have done your best. We all know you want to save them, but not everything you can control. Listen to me, go and rest first. They are iniquity, and they cannot live. ”

Jinghua shook his head and said, "No, Chenhua is like that when he enters the Demon Dao, I will explain it to the gods at that time." ”

He lowered his head and coughed a few times, his breath was a little short, and he gasped slightly: "Those things he did when he was tortured by evil skills and lost his mind can be counted as 'wrong slaughter', if it is 'wrong slaughter', the sentence will be much lighter than the crime of 'killing', so maybe he will not be able to suffer the five thunders...... Five thunder capital punishment. ”

He frowned slightly, and said to himself: "When the time comes, I will personally testify to prove that Chenhua is going astray, and now he has also taken the initiative to remove the magic skills, repent and be good, I don't know if I can say that I can use the trial and frugality to open up to him."

But in the past, the words of relatives have always been the most undesirable evidence. If the judge ignores him, then my testimony will be useless. ”

He stood up, his steps a little vain, and staggered over and over again to the files he had combed through himself.

"I have calculated the karma of those who died, and if everyone dies, there will be a total of 637,800 years.

If...... If Chenhua can avoid death, then let him and Xuan Yao devote themselves to atonement for their sins from now on, eat fasting and recite Buddha every day, receive ordination and do good deeds, re-cultivate merits for the deceased, and surpass the Dharma soul...... That......

Alas, that's not enough!"

Jinghua pressed his eyebrows hard, his head hurt badly today, the more he needed a clear mind to think, but the more he couldn't do anything.

He promised Chenhua that he would definitely save him.

He promised to let Chenhua and Xuan Yao watch their children grow up, and let him teach the children to play with those toys with his own hands, teach him to put paper kites, teach him to play with Kong Ming locks and turn the lantern.

He had to do it! Even if it was difficult and difficult!

Chenhua has a pure nature, but it was his own negligence that did not care about him in time, which made his younger brother go to the extreme for a while and go astray.

And Xuan Yao, because of her love and hatred for herself, entered the magic barrier with Chenhua.

Speaking of which, it all starts with oneself.

And now he, the culprit, has Yinlong Wing, sits majestically on this Lingxiao Palace, and sends Chenhua and Xuan Yao to Zhuxiantai.

The mouth of the throat is a little sticky, sweet, and it smells of blood.

Jinghua rubbed her eyes vigorously.

I don't know if my eyes have been used too much, and the words on those files have become blurred one by one, running up and down. He looked up and saw Qinglan's shadow dangling in front of him, and called his name loudly.

"Jinghua!" Qinglan came to interrupt himself again, he always liked to shout, the voice was too loud, and his heart was stabbed.

"Let me go back to the palace to rest now!" Qinglan was also extremely unreasonable, and ran out after arresting him: "There is still half a month, maybe there will be another turning point! If you continue to stay up like this, I think you will fall ill again if you can't survive the public trial!"

"I'm fine, don't listen to Changning's nonsense. Jinghua shook him off vigorously and crouched back into the files.

"Where are you okay? You spent half of your cultivation on Chenhua! Can't you really see it when I do!" Qinglan said angrily at his back, "Do you think that with Yinlongyi, that's what made you come here like this!"

Jinghua turned a deaf ear to his words, and went to turn over the stack of "Kaiyuan Case Dictionary of the Criminal Department" on the side, which was more than one person high.

Qinglan roared angrily: "Xuanyuan Jinghua, did you hear me speak!"

Jinghua held one of the books in his hand, flipped through a few pages and seemed to find some terms in his favor, and hurriedly ran to the back of the bookcase, picking up his pen to write it down.

While!

With a crisp sound, the entire ink tank was overturned!

The thick ink poured on the white cloud and quickly blurred, drowning the files that had been painstakingly sorted out into a mess.

Qinglan yelled angrily, "I told you to go and rest! Go back now, go to Chen'an Palace to eat and sleep!"

Jinghua was stunned, and immediately set out to rescue those files that were unfortunately affected, and he was so busy that he didn't even look at Qinglan.

Before he could touch those files, Qinglan had already snatched them and threw them out!

"You really don't want to die, do you?" Qinglan looked at him, his voice trembling with anger, "Have you forgotten how much suffering Ah Mo suffered and shed many tears for you in the past! Have you forgotten how much effort Xuanhua, me, and Sister Yuan put in to stand here today for you to have your life today!"

Qinglan looked at him directly, lowered his voice, slowed down his speech, but it was like the anger of the departure before the mountain rain was about to come, and said word by word: "Have you forgotten that you will get married in three years?"

I gave Ah Mo to you, and your life is not just yours!"

Jinghua looked at Qinglan and did not evade either.

His face was extremely pale, and his cold phoenix eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Qinglan with a calm look in his eyes, but that calmness diffracted a formidable power, tough and lonely, cold and murderous.

This look is very familiar to Qinglan.

That was Jinghua's usual expression on the bloody battlefield, every time he put life and death out of the way.

That's his face when he fights against the odds and never gives up.

The two confronted each other like this, not backing down.

After a long time, Jinghua's stiff body moved slightly.

"I can't die. He said.

He took a breath and crouched down to pick up the files scattered on the ground, his voice bloodshot hoarse, very low and slow, and a slight trembling.

"But Chenhua is really going to die. If I don't think of a way to save him before the trial, my brother, he's going to die. Shangzhu Sendai, five thunders are punished by death, and no matter how high the cultivation is, he can't survive. ”

"Don't push yourself too hard. Qinglan picked up the two, handed them to him, and said astringently: "There is still time, Jinghua, let's figure it out together." ”

Jinghua smiled sadly, he was about to stand up, but his body shook uncontrollably, and instead he fell to the ground.

He simply sat down, and sat in the great hall where the courtiers came and went during the day, but now it was empty, and there was an empty echo of any word.

"You know what? We used to come here when we were kids because it was big enough to run around. Sometimes, before my father went down to court, we waited outside and learned how my father spoke to the minister. ”

Jinghua said, the corners of his pale lips showed a hint of love and pity, "You don't know that the third brother learns the most, he also opened the bead curtain of the queen mother and secretly made a crown for himself, and then said 'Zhongqing Pingsheng', or 'what Aiqing said is extremely true', they all said very similarly." ”

The memories are so real, even every detail has not been missed. Those childhood anecdotes seem to be still yesterday, still in front of them, as if the three brothers were tired of playing, and then they each went back to the palace and slept a long nap.

Who knows that after this awakening, things are right and wrong, life and death.

Jinghua thought that he had so many past experiences with Chenhua, but he didn't expect that he and this younger brother were so close.

He always thought that Chenhua didn't care about his brother because of all the favor of his father and mother, but when he thought about it carefully, it wasn't the case.

Chenhua has liked to stick to him since he was a child, and always likes to come to his Chen'an Palace. He sometimes played chess with him, but most of the time he would throw him a book and read it separately.

Chenhua is not as patient as Xuan Yao, he can't stand it and comes to pester him again, when he is good, he will accompany him for a while, and when he is bad, he will stop dwelling. Chenhua couldn't, so he had to go out to find other playmates, and gradually, he had more playmates outside, and others often asked him to go, so there were fewer people in his palace.

And Chenhua still likes him the most, even though they don't spend much time together. Later, he was accepted as an apprentice by Yun Zhongzi, and went to Kunlun Ruins to learn art, and when he heard the news, Chenhua cried for several days, noisy and noisy, and smashed the head of the palace maid with a rice bowl, so he had to go with him.

But now, this younger brother, who was once devoted to himself, is going to die.

In the Lingxiao Hall that was once filled with the laughter of the three brothers, he was about to be the only one left.

"I'll help you. But you also promise me to take care of your own health?" Qinglan finally surrendered, helplessly.

He gently helped Jinghua up, "I'll send you back first, and tomorrow I'll help you sort out these files together, and figure out a way together, okay?" My father is also one of the thrifty envoys, I'll go and talk to him, let his subordinates be merciful, don't sentence so heavily." He has always praised you, and he will definitely say yes. ”

Jinghua sat in the cold Lingxiao Hall for half a night, his body was already cold, Qinglan pulled the crane feather hanging on the side, put it on for him, and wanted to leave.

"Put it here, I'll let Changning come in and clean it up in a while. Qinglan said.

"Wait. Jinghua stopped and took out a book basket from under the table, "I almost forgot, this is Chenhua made it himself, and said it was given to us...... Children in the future. ”

A trace of doubt flashed in Qinglan's eyes, and he vigilantly opened the book basket, took out the contents and put them on the table, and carefully examined them one by one.

"I just saw that he was bored in prison, so I agreed to give him materials to pass the time. You actually brought it out, and you still have it by your side!" Qinglan said in a sullen voice, "You are really too relieved about him! He is a death row prisoner after all!"

Jinghua's voice was a little hard, as if something was pressing against her throat.

"He's my third brother. He concluded.