"Yes, this leads the way. The prison officer said, letting the two of them in, Su Ziji walked in front, and Fang Zhen was pushed by the young servant to walk two steps behind.

The area of the prison is very large, and the prisoners of the entire capital are held, ordinary prisoners are locked up in one area, prisoners are locked up in one area, and high-ranking officials and nobles are in one area, and the monks of Qingyuan Temple, because of their special status, are also special, and they are in the area of the relatively middle.

Su Ziji didn't let too many palace guards come in, and only followed two, both of whom were old palace guards.

Fang Zhen only took the young servant who helped him push the wheelchair, Su Ziji had seen this servant a few times, and knew that this was a strong kung fu person, so he knew that Fang Zhen seemed to be "in trouble", but he was not down.

Retracting his gaze, Su Ziji walked, passively listening to the ghosts crying wolf howls in the prison.

They were currently walking on the road in the ordinary area, and the dim oil lamps could only dimly illuminate the vicinity, making the whole environment even more gloomy.

The cries, screams, and muttering sounds, as if they were a gathering of madmen, except for some people who grew in the corners like mushrooms, and the rest, many of them, couldn't help but shout "wronged" when they saw someone walking in front of the iron fence, and reached out to grab the passers-by.

"Presumptuous!" the prison officer glared and shouted angrily, struck him with his scabbard, and retracted his painful hand, but his numb and desperate eyes were staring at the person who entered.

Fang Zhen was pushed by the servant, and this scene made him frown slightly.

It's not the first time he's been in prison, the past prison hasn't been like this, or it's related to the emperor's violent temperament over the past year, there are more people in prison, and from time to time there will be a group of people who are implicated.

But none of this had anything to do with him, and he lowered his eyes slightly, calmly passing by these people.

When I got to the middle position, I went to the right side of a path, and out of the back door of this dark and dreary building, there was a square courtyard, passing through the courtyard, and then going inside, it was a dark and dreary road, and I heard the prison officer who led the way say, "Lord Wang, Lord Fang, here you are." ”

"The prince is here to mention people, why don't you open the iron door quickly!"

This corridor was also lit by oil lamps, and when I got closer, I could see two jailers standing in front of the nearest iron door, and the jailer hurriedly opened the iron door after hearing the prison officer's orders.

As the iron door opened, an inexplicable stench came out of it.

Fang Zhen covered his nose with one hand, frowned and asked, "Everyone is inside?"

"Lord Fang, look, the monks of Qingyuan Temple are all alive here!" said the prison officer without changing his face.

Fang Zhen motioned to the servant to push him forward a few steps, and from the open door, he saw a shadowy scene inside, as if there were more than thirty people sitting and lying down.

But looking in from the outside, it is impossible to see who is a debater.

Su Ziji didn't go over to see it, but he also guessed that the scene inside was not good-looking, and said to the prison officer: "Let's invite Bianxuan out first." ”

"Okay!" The prison officer immediately ordered the jailer: "You two quickly help Master Xuan to come out!"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Zhen's face changed slightly.

actually used the word "support", has the debate been beaten so hard?

In a moment, two jailers who had entered came out of it with one on their feet.

It wasn't that the man couldn't walk at all, but he was weak and walked a little slowly, so he was carried out, and when he got outside, as soon as he was let go, he stood directly against the wall.

Some hair has grown, making Xuan Xuan look like he has an inch head, there is a wound on his face, a deep red wound destroys the originally handsome face, and his left eye seems to be swollen and hideous.

Fang Zhen twisted his eyebrows, and as soon as he signaled, the young servant took two steps forward and tore apart from the unpleasant smell on Bianxuan's body, then tore off Bianxuan's clothes, revealing his shoulders.

The shoulders in both places were blurred with flesh and blood, and at first glance, they were pierced by something.

Although the injuries on Bianxuan's body look serious, except for the eyes, they are actually far less serious than the shoulder bones being worn, for the former masters, doubling the injury will not make Bianxuan so weak and powerless, and the shoulder bone is pierced, which is equivalent to being abolished martial arts.

Su Ziji couldn't help but look at the prison officer, and the prison officer was busy laughing: "Lord Wang, this is the imperial court system, and there are prisoners with martial arts who are imprisoned, and they all wear pipa bones, which is not despicable and violent, this is a rule, and lowly duties have to be followed." ”

The prison officer was also afraid that Xuan Xuan would turn over when he came out this time, so in order not to hate himself, he said: "Actually, this is already preferential treatment, if the crime is extremely heinous, or the danger is extremely high, it is said that you will have to break the tendons and tendons, but in this way, the person will be completely paralyzed, unable to walk, and unable to even pick up the apple in his hand, so this will only be used on the condemned prisoner." ”

"Wouldn't it be infecting if you penetrate the pipa bone like this?" Su Ziji listened to it and asked in surprise, this must be inflamed, right?

"Lord Wang, yes, two or three out of ten will not survive, but the Criminal Department also knows that a violent illness filing will be over. ”

Su Ziji couldn't help but sigh secretly: "It's really murderous like grass and no sound, this is the truth." ”

"In the past, if you catch a master, you will not abolish your martial arts, and you will escape from prison if you have the opportunity, how can there be such a cheap thing in reality? As long as you enter the prison, whether it is a citizen or an official, an ordinary person or a master of martial arts, you have to take off a layer of skin. ”

Looking at it this way, the situation of Xuan Xuan is not too bad.

The injury on the shoulder bone can be healed, and it is not only good for life, but even although it has an impact, it can also restore part of the martial arts, which is not the same level of injury as picking off the tendons and tendons.

Waving his hand to let the prison officer and the jailer withdraw, Su Ziji was at the door of this cell and said to the silent Bianxuan: "Bianxuan, I am ordered by the emperor to allow you to go out and assist me in doing things, you can choose a few more people to come out of prison with you, not too many, you choose people who are familiar and close to you!"

Bianxuan stood against the wall, from the weakness of his legs when he first came out, to the current reluctance to support himself, hearing this, he was silent, just glanced at Su Ziji, his right eye was burning with a ghost fire, under the dim light of the oil lamp, this once handsome and gentle monk was like falling into the devil's way, exuding the coldness of Sensen.

Su Ziji waited for a while, and when he saw that he glanced at him, he lowered his eyes, didn't speak and stopped looking, and was surprised: "Don't you want to go out?"

Fang Zhen was in a hurry, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if he missed this opportunity to get out of prison, even if he went to ask for help again, he was afraid that he would not be able to prevent Xuan Xuan from dying here!

What is this monk thinking?

Fang Zhen coughed, and when Bianxuan looked at him, he gave him a wink.

Bianxuan watched silently, then looked at Su Ziji again, and whispered: "I don't know how many people I can bring, and for what?"

Su Ziji breathed a sigh of relief and sighed in his heart, in fact, the way of government at level 15, he knew what was going on, it was said

Ninety percent of those who commit suicide do not dare to commit suicide after committing suicide, and it is said that the victim, like the suicide, is really going to die, and will regret it, but it was too late at that time.

If you look at history, it is clear that anyone who is tormented in prison and whose life is at the thought of others will be blackened.

Bianxuan watched his seniors and senior brothers die tragically one by one, and now the mad demon is blackened normally, but he can still communicate normally, and his shot this time is still valuable.

"There are only nine people at most, and the rest of the words will be told to you by Fang Zhen. Su Ziji said lightly.