The teacup turned twice in the palm of his hand, and Chen Fusheng still decided to wake up Cui Dongbi,

After all, this is a very rare opportunity.

And the Immortal Sect can stand firm in the position of the thirteen sects of the Dao Sect, and naturally they have the confidence they deserve.

"Actually, Brother Dongbi, your thoughts are already very clear. Chen Fusheng put his hands flat on the table, raised his head, and looked at Cui Dongbi lightly.

Cui Dongbi looked up suddenly, a little bit not quite understanding what Chen Fusheng meant.

"Look. Chen Fusheng spread his hands and said with a smile, "We have a good relationship, but in terms of familiarity, fellow villagers and friends like Brother Shen Zui know you better, but why did you choose me to talk about this matter?"

"Because Brother Chen, you are not the same as those who are bent on chasing fame and fortune......"

As soon as the words came out, Cui Dongbi realized something, opened his mouth wide, and didn't know what to say.

"That's it," Chen Fusheng picked up the tea in front of him, drank it slowly, and looked at Cui Dongbi who was stunned with a smile, "Since Brother Cui knows that I am not interested in these things, it is naturally impossible to persuade you to insist on doing things you don't like like others, you actually want to hear me encourage you to do things that you are interested in before coming to me, if I persuade you to continue to be an official, are you really willing?" In the future, when you are a hundred years old, and when you look back on the past, how will you look at today, maybe you will resent me in turn, or you will have to make the Zun Lingtang stand in your way. ”

"The most important thing is your heart!" Chen Fusheng pointed to his heart and looked at Cui Dongbi opposite.

Cui Dongbi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he had nothing to say, he had to admit that Chen Fusheng was reasonable, he really wanted to seek comfort.

Looking at Cui Dongbi, who lowered his head again and fell into deep thought, Chen Fusheng shook his head and sighed lightly, not knowing whether what he was doing was right or wrong.

Turning his head, Chen Fusheng left Cui Dongbi a space to think alone, and then continued to focus his attention on the law field.

Today's executions are carried out by criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes, and even amnesty will not be able to escape this catastrophe.

There are traitors who collude with the Hu people to make rebellion, there are also thieves in the green forests who roar in the mountains and forests, and there is even a monk who is a monk during the day and turns into a thief who picks flowers at night.

Among the heinous ones, there are seven or eight of them.

The reactions of the prisoners are also different, the green forest thieves may know that the limit is approaching one by one, scolding more than once, shouting "Lao Tzu is a good man again after eighteen years", the spies are crying bitterly, crying and begging for mercy, saying that they are willing to wear the crime and make meritorious contributions, only the prostitute monk who was sentenced to be beheaded is wearing a number of clothes, but still maintains a graceful demeanor, and his demeanor is also calm, and he quietly whispers Buddhist scriptures.

Look up at the sky, but see the sun hanging high in the sky, the flagpole standing upright without a shadow, and then look at the leaky pot, the supervisor knows that the time has come, and he dropped the fire stick, and said coldly: "Three o'clock at noon has arrived, and the sky should be cut!"

The officials of the criminal department behind the death row prisoners found out that they were right, and tore off the guilty placards with Zhu Fork painted on them, and handed them over to the executioners who were red-shouldered and round-waisted to carry out the execution.

Tearing off the red cloth covering the ghost's head knife, picking up a bowl of wine, raising his head and spraying, the wine covered the blade with a layer of water, and then raised the knife to the sky and swung it down violently.

The knife flashed, one cut in two, and the corpse was divided into two.

The head hit the ground, and the blood of the corpse that remained in a kneeling position gushed out, and then it fell to the ground with a bang.

Chen Fusheng started the technique of looking at qi the moment the fire stick was thrown.

In his eyes, he saw that above the corpse were more than a dozen black figures floating in shadows, which were obviously the so-called yin spirits in the world, but obviously these yin spirits had just left the body and had not yet reacted, all of them were exactly the same with dull faces, like clay wood carvings.

The noon Yang Qi was victorious, and coupled with the killing power of this autumn day, the black qi on the Yin Soul's body quickly faded at an almost visible speed.

"This can't be done," Chen Fusheng chuckled, secretly pinching the trick in his hand, and he had already performed the most ordinary soul hooking technique.

These ghosts without a trace of mana, even mortals like the veteran butcher do not dare to get close, where can they resist such a spell, not to mention that they have no wisdom at all, instinctively feel that if they don't want to die between this heaven and earth, then they can only follow this traction induction.

Almost as soon as Chen Fusheng picked up this trick, these chaotic ghosts involuntarily floated according to the parchment paintings that Chen Fusheng had spread out.

Seeing that the last black qi was absorbed by the painting, Chen Fusheng put away the trick and looked over with surprise on his face.

There was a yin spirit there that could forcibly resist the wear and tear of the midday sun and his spells.

This not only made him a little interested.

Unsurprisingly, it was the prostitute monk.

"It turned out to be a Buddhist disciple who had opened two senses, no wonder he had such ability. Chen Fusheng could see clearly, the yin soul had two circles of Buddha light behind his head, which were small magical powers brought by cultivating two of the four senses of eyes, ears, nose and tongue.

"No wonder this prostitute has been able to get away with it for so long, in order to arrest him, the local yamen actually invited the masters in the ministry and spent so much effort. Chen Fusheng remembered the file of this lewd thief he had read.

It is written that he is extraordinary in martial arts, vigilant, and has escaped repeatedly. Now it seems that it must also be the role of these two senses, although the small supernatural powers that come with the five senses are not very powerful, but after all, it is a spell, and there is another ingenuity, and it is not surprising that it can escape repeatedly.

"But that's the end of it. ”

Chen Fusheng snorted coldly, released the divine thoughts of the sensing realm, and crushed the much more agile Yin Soul.

A painful thought of begging for mercy was accurately transmitted along his divine consciousness, but Chen Fusheng was unmoved, crushed it two or three times in a row, and watched the luster of the yin soul dim a lot, before he stopped moving, placed a ban in his divine soul, and rolled it back into the painting to recuperate.

Reaching out and putting his hand on the smooth parchment painting, he gently stroked it, and Chen Fusheng nodded secretly.

The quality of this batch of Yin Souls is very good, most of them have killed people, and their ferocity is quite strong.

What's more, there is also a Buddhist disciple who has really stepped into the path of cultivation, which is a real rarity.

After all, which monk who can achieve something is not a high-ranking monk, let Chen Fusheng attack them, he still feels that he still can't do it.

It is already a rare talent to practice two senses at such a young age as this prostitute, and he has long known that Buddhism and Taoist disciples are different, and most of the ordinary monks just study the Buddhist scriptures hard, and then accidentally have an idea and enter the realm, it is extremely difficult to achieve something, let alone such a scum as this prostitute thief.