Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

Chapter 20
Lin Ji was still in a daze until he came downstairs.

This Taoist priest is very powerful, at least he is also a figure in the fourth realm of Tonghui. A monk in this realm increases his wisdom, his soul is greatly opened, and his five senses are strengthened.

He, Lin Ji, probably has no other choice but to run away.

And such a character, just like that, was beaten half to death by Master Xingchi's no-frills move of the Buddha's palm.

"Master Xingzhi won't kill him?"

"Amitabha, the court has its own law to deal with it, so the old monk will not go overboard." Master Xingchi said.

Lin Ji nodded, but felt a little hot in his heart.

Watching this excitement is already enjoyable enough, but I didn't expect there to be unexpected surprises.

This Taoist priest killed seven or eight ordinary people. According to the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, one of them must be executed.

Sentencing tonight, the kind of beheading at Caishikou tomorrow morning.

Lin Ji only needs to write his name in the karma book, and he will behead himself tomorrow.

The gift of heaven will be available.

Although Lin Ji is more Buddhist, he has no reason not to take advantage of this kind of door-to-door benefits.

He found a rope to tie up the Taoist priest, and then kicked his dantian.

The severe pain revived the Taoist priest, and when he realized his situation, he immediately cursed: "Dog official poor, how dare you."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lin Ji kicked his mouthful of teeth out again.

He also hates this kind of monk who thinks he is superior and "kills demons and demons" in order to kill demons and demons, regardless of the lives of ordinary people.

"You won't survive tomorrow noon, stop howling."

Hearing this, the Taoist priest's eyes widened.He wanted to argue again, but Lin Ji stuffed his mouth with another rag.

"Song Er, take him back to the yamen, let the county magistrate ascend to the hall and sentence him to death, and I will execute the sentence at noon tomorrow."

"Follow orders." Song Erti slipped away with the Taoist priest.

"Benefactor Lin, it's getting late, so the old monk will take his leave first. The old monk will come to visit again in the afternoon tomorrow."

"Master still needs me?" Lin Ji was a little surprised.

Master Xingchi laughed and said: "The old monk came to Qingyang County, one is to repay the kindness of the swan girl, and the other is to come to the benefactor."

After the words fell, Master Xing Chi did not explain any more.

The swan girl turned into a white swan taller than a human.

He sat cross-legged on the swan, and left with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Lin Ji didn't ask any more questions.

Anyway, Master Xing Chi will come to him tomorrow, just for one night, and his curiosity is not so strong yet.

In the middle of the night, the family members of the unlucky man who was crushed to death in Minghualou beat drums to express their grievances.

County magistrate Li was promoted overnight.

After hearing about what the Taoist priest had done, he first rewarded the Taoist priest with fifty slabs in front of his family members, and then gave the Taoist priests the instruments of torture used to extort confessions in turn.

If he was still a monk, this physical injury would naturally be nothing.

But the Taoist priest was kicked by Lin Ji and his dantian was broken. After this severe punishment, he was not far from death.

"Tomorrow at noon, Caishikou will ask you to kill."

The lottery fell to the ground, and the death of the Taoist priest was inevitable.

If it is normal, even if it is a decision, it must be reported to the Ministry of Criminal Justice in the capital, and the execution can only be carried out after the Ministry of Criminal Justice confirms the news.

But in today's troubled times, heavy codes are used everywhere.

If the procedure of the death penalty can be saved, it can be saved. If people can be beheaded today, they will definitely not be delayed until tomorrow.

Lin Ji, who rushed back to the county government, took the Taoist priest to the prison.

Seeing Lin Ji appearing, the cell boss hurried up to greet him.

"Captain Lin, is this the death row prisoner for tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I'm going to prepare the decapitation meal."

"The teeth are gone, save it." Lin Ji shook his head and sent the prisoner away.

Looking at the dying Taoist priest, Lin Ji took out the karma book.

'The demon way acted recklessly and killed several innocent people, they should be beheaded. '

After adding new content in the blank space, Lin Ji asked casually:

"Your cultivation base is not low, and you have fallen into this embarrassing state, have you ever regretted it?"

"Bah! Humans and monsters have always been incompatible since ancient times, so it's nothing to kill a few lowly people by mistake in order to kill monsters." The Taoist lost his teeth, and his speech was very vague, but he was still quite stubborn.

"It's a pity that you're obsessed with obsession even when you're dying." Lin Ji shook his head, but he didn't bother to talk nonsense to him.

After closing the cell door and telling the cell boss not to let the prisoner die, Lin Ji went home to rest.

At noon the next day, Caishikou.

Under the switch knife, the Taoist priest's neck was pressed against the gap.

If it was an ordinary criminal, he would be chopped off with a big knife while kneeling on the ground.

But monks are different. Even if they kill their heads, at least they have to use a tiger's head.

This is the rule established by the Great Qin since the founding of the country.

Holding the knife, Lin Ji asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

The Taoist said nothing, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Seeing this, Lin Ji didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore.

As soon as noon arrived, County Magistrate Li on the supervisory platform dropped the order.

The knife fell, blood spattered three feet, and the head of the Taoist priest was separated.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Ji felt that a mysterious and mysterious power surrounded him.

The spiritual energy in the dantian was a little restless, and it increased a lot.But how many benefits it has, we have to wait for him to practice and refine all the cultivation bases that came out of thin air before he can know.

"I almost couldn't suppress the aura in my dantian. How sinful this Taoist is." Lin Ji was a little surprised.

Even after beheading the ghost general that day, Lin Ji didn't feel any significant increase in aura in his dantian.

"You really deserve to die."

After the execution, Lin Ji returned home directly.

After cultivating in the room for an hour and barely suppressing the restless dantian aura, he had no choice but to withdraw from the cultivation state.

Because the master of dementia has arrived.

"Master is here." Lin Ji poured out a cup of overnight tea and handed it over.

Master Xingchi didn't even touch the teacup.

"Benefactor Lin, do you still remember what we said when we met last time?" Master Xingchi asked.

"The master said that I have a deep connection with Buddhism and wants to take me to the Buddhist gate." Lin Ji shook his head and said, "I have no intention of escaping into the Buddhist gate. If it is still for this matter, the master does not need to speak."

Master Xing Chi was a little disappointed.

"It's fine if the benefactor is unwilling. The old monk came to find the benefactor, and it's not for this matter."

After a pause, the smile on Master Xing Chi's face disappeared rarely.

Seeing this serious look, Lin Ji also put down the teacup in his hand.

"Why is Master looking for me?"

"The soul-fixing magic pestle, is it still in the hands of the benefactor?"

Lin Ji was startled.

Only this shit, he really didn't want to mention it at all.

"Yes." Lin Ji replied calmly, and then said, "You will not be rewarded for your merits, and this Buddhist treasure is hot to hold. Master, please take it back."

With that said, Lin Ji was about to go back to his room and take out the Demon Subduing Pestle.

Master Xingchi shook his head, the smile reappeared on his face, and he looked at Lin Ji with a bit of teasing.

"The benefactor is so eager to shake off the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle, but already knows the whole story?"

Speaking of this, Lin Ji didn't need to hide it anymore.

"So the one I killed was really the son of the ghost king of Liangcheng? Now that Liangcheng is besieged by thousands of ghosts, is it because of me?"

Master Xing Chi nodded.

"This matter is nothing, the ghost king's son is just an introduction."

"What do you mean?" Lin Ji asked.

"After the benefactor advances to the fourth realm, we will know." Master Xingchi stood up and clasped his hands together, and said, "This matter has great merit, and it must be the benefactor."

"What's the matter? I'm a small headhunter in the spirit realm, what great merit can fall on me?"

"The benefactor only needs to keep the magic subduing pestle and wait patiently."

After the words fell, Master Xingchi ignored Lin Ji's questioning and persuasion, and Shi Shiran left.

After he really couldn't see the figure of Master Xingchi, Lin Ji paused helplessly.

"This bald donkey, half-spoken!"

"No, when he gave me the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle, did he already count that I would meet that ghost general?"

"Could it be that the death of the ghost king's son is also being planned? Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that a mere ghost general dares to wreak havoc on the official road?"

Lin Ji didn't dare to think anymore.

If you think about it, you can only scare yourself.

"Forget it, the soldiers came to cover up the water and the soil, Master Xing Chi can tell me about this in person, it shouldn't be harming me."

"Go back to practice. Everything is outside the body, but the cultivation base is my own. Even if there are really dangerous things for me to do at that time, the higher the cultivation base, the more certainty I will be able to save my life."

This is the first time Lin Ji has been in Tianjiansi for so many years, and he desperately wants to improve his cultivation.

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