Zhao Jin's heart seemed to be injected with chicken blood, and he suddenly became excited.

The numbness of his strangulation is his body, and he can feel the pain of this.

It's really Jinyiwei, long live the Lord is really here to pardon him, right?

The "high-eyed" brocade-clothed guard rushed into the execution ground, took out the document from his arms, and said to Wang Wenyu: "It's for you." ”

Wang Wenyu took a look, and Fang Shi breathed a sigh of relief!

Where is the edict? It is a "driver's post" that allows execution.

"It's a driver's post!" Wang Wenyu shouted.

Driving stickers are quasi-executions.

"It's not an edict, it's not an edict."

"It's a driver's post."

"My Emperor Shengming." The people at the execution ground vied with each other to spread the word and cheered.

Yes, how can it be an edict, it is only the loyal ministers who have been wronged that can be treated, and the bad things that Zhao Jin has done one by one, which one is not true?

The victimized people are waiting to eat meat and drink blood, so how can it be an edict?!

Besides, according to legend, Zhao Jin offended the queen, how could he let the emperor give an edict?

Wang Wenyu did it slowly, and threw the bamboo card to the ground: "Open the knife!" ”

Behead Zhao Jin's relatives first - this is an incidental punishment.

Fifteen human heads, rolling to the ground; Blood flowed everywhere. The others were shocked, but Zhao Jin turned a blind eye, and his face was not moved at all.

The people laughed when they saw it: "I'm scared stupid, I'm stupid when I look at it." ”

"It's really cheap for him, when he mutilates other people's families, people are in pain, but he is stupid."

Originally, he killed his relatives to make Zhao Jin regret it, but the effect was not achieved, and the people were unwilling.

In fact, they didn't know that Zhao Jin was not scared stupid.

He saw a person, a person who changed his life.

At this time, the pain of his relatives and the hustle and bustle around him, Zhao Jin had long been unable to hear it.

The drizzle is like a curtain, there is a faint mist floating in the air, and the world is like a fantasy reality, a great monk, wearing a brocade robe, holding a Zen staff, followed by a lazy white cat at his feet, is looking at him with a smile not far away.

This monk is called Jueyuan, is a monk of Huangjue Temple, he is not very famous, because he does not preach, but the abbot of Huangjue Temple respects him very much, and calls him an uncle, who is in his fifties this year, but the host said that he is seventy years old.

This Jue Yuan is also very special, and his figure is like Zhang Yong, looking like Maitreya Buddha.

The eyes are the easiest to remember, his eyes are very small, slender and long, as if they can never be broken, but they are always very kind.

He was a kind monk, so he could be recognized at a glance in the crowd.

Zhao Jin struggled to break through the fishing nets and shackles on his body.

It was the great monk who gave him his life.

He wanted to rush over and ask the great monk, obviously saying that he was an unspeakably noble emperor, why was he going to be cut by a thousand knives so soon?

If it weren't for the great monk who instructed him to take the emperor to the back alley, how could he let the emperor know the queen.

Without the queen Li Zhao, the emperor would not be dedicated, and if he would not be dedicated, he would not be accustomed to Li Zhao's tyranny, if Li Zhao was not tyrannical, he would not be against Li Zhao, and if he was not against Li Zhao, how could he die?

It's all this monk.

"Great monk, great monk, why did you lie to me?"

Zhao Jin wanted to shout but couldn't, but the monk's kind round face nodded at him at this time, as if he hadn't heard him shout, but he had understood what he meant.

Did the monk really understand why he was asking?

At this moment, the monk waved his sleeves, and the white cat under his feet suddenly stood up, and his glass-like brown eyes seemed to have a whirlpool, which attracted him all at once.

When Zhao Jin came back to his senses, he saw himself wearing a steel fork hat and a python robe with dragon patterns, sitting high in the hall.

He saw hundreds of civil and military officials kneeling at his feet, praising the nine thousand years old with their mouths.

He saw Li Yangdong pouring wine for him, and he called him a brother and a brother to push the cup and change the glass.

He saw that the emperor rewarded him from time to time, and everyone was acting according to his face.

He even dreamed that Zhang Yong asked Yang Houzhao: "If you don't punish Zhao Jin, he will become the emperor." ”

The drunk Yang Houzhao waved his hand indifferently: "Then let him be." ”

He saw his moments of incomparable brilliance, a hundred times more brilliant than the life of his life combined.

Those scenes are so familiar, immersive and immersive.

He even confirmed that this was the life he was supposed to have.

Until Zhang Yong asked Yang Houzhao again: "Then if Zhao Jin is the emperor, what should the long live lord be?" ”

Yang Houzhao threw away his wine glass and sat up, and when he got up again, the emperor's drunken eyes were just like the current Yang Houzhao, as brilliant as the stars, and very sharp.

And he woke up from his dream.

The executioner walked up to him and whispered, "If you are wronged, you have a debtor, and if you go to hell and become a ghost, don't come to me." ”

So it's just a dream?

Are they all hallucinations?

Is he still going to be executed?

No, no, this is not his life now, his life should be what he sees.

Zhao Jin searched the crowd, and the old monk was still there, still smiling at him.

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhao Jin asked, but he was wrapped in a fishing net and couldn't say anything until the executioner put the sharp knife on his eyelids, and felt a thin layer of something cut open, and the eyelids hung down, just covering his eyes, and then slashed from his arms...... The pain of the knife made him finally make a heart-rending sound.

****

Some of the people who didn't dare to look back stepped back, and the bold ones cheered.

Jueyuan saw that Zhao Jin was still angry when he was scraped down more than 70 times.

He shook his head, his slit-sized eyes slitted by the blade still smiling kindly.

Then he muttered, "You know why it's raining all day, right?" Because you deserved it in your previous life, and you have not been extremely vicious in this life, but you still have to be punished by Ling Chi, and the old man has some mercy. ”

There was a commotion all around, of course, there was no sound of Zhao Jin answering, but Jueyuan heard a meow from under his feet.

He lowered his head and smiled: "Thanks to you, the otherworldly soul that the old man has been looking for has finally been found, and there are many interesting things for the old man next."

You have also avenged and repaid your kindness, we have our own place, the old man can no longer keep you, you can go. ”

"Meow."

"Huh? Are you still a royal cat? Cats have nine lives, you want to depend on your own creation, I hope you can meet a good master this time, go, royal cat. ”

With Jueyuan's order, the white cat under his feet seemed to be weathered, from a delicate cat like jade, to a little white light in an instant, and then disappeared.

*****

After noon, the sky slowly cleared up.

Yang Houzhao took Li Zhao's hand and looked at the sky in the courtyard, and he asked: "Look, Zhao Jin's sentence is over, the sky is clear, isn't this really crying for him?" ”

Li Zhao felt that maybe what Zhao Jin had done in this life, the criminal law was a bit too much if Ling Chi was executed.

But if he was wronged, he definitely didn't wronged him, he still deserved to die, but he didn't have to be so miserable.

But things have passed.