This is what an immortal should be like

Chapter 159 Another one comes

Hua Lou escorted Shen Qingyou to see the official, and there was no need for any drum beating to enter the court. He and the yamen runners directly escorted the person into the yamen from the side entrance, and finally met Yin Kuangzhi in a side hall.

Yin Kuangzhi was standing in the side hall waiting at this moment. He saw several strong men in plain clothes dragging a person in, while the people from the yamen just followed them.

When they arrived at the side hall, several thugs threw Shen Qingyou to the ground. The latter, who was originally unconscious, was awakened by the pain.

"Sir, the suspect has been brought here!"

A yamen runner bowed and said this. Yin Kuangzhi looked at him and then at the few people who dragged Shen Qingyou here. These people looked strong and powerful. It was obvious that they were thugs hired by others, and most of them had martial arts skills.

Looking at the person on the ground again, his outer shirt had been stripped off, and his inner lining was soaked in blood. He was dragged along with blood marks, and it was obvious that many parts of his body had been beaten to a bloody mess.

"Is this the demon monk you were talking about?"

Yin Kuangzhi looked at the people who were dragging people here, and one of them hurried forward.

"My Lord, it's almost certain. This man had very short hair and wore a wig to hide his identity. He pretended to be a handsome young man and went to a brothel to have fun. After one night, he tried to eat for free and escape. We discovered his trick, gave him a little lesson, and then brought him before the authorities!"

Yin Kuangzhi smiled.

"He was beaten to the point of being on his last breath, and you call that a lesson? Even if he really was an evil monk, we officials are here to investigate, not to collect his body!"

"Uh, sir, this kid is very strong and can't be killed that easily!"

"Yes, sir, this man has a lot of flesh on his body and looks like a dead dog. It's just because he overdrew too much last night."

"Uh, yes, that's right!"

Yin Kuangzhi looked at these people.

"You haven't introduced yourselves yet."

"Oh, sir, we are the servants of Chunhua Tower! We are all here. We don't know anything else, but we found this evil monk and came here to report him to the authorities!"

Yin Kuangzhi didn't ask any more questions and walked to the person on the ground.

Shen Qingyou has woken up. Although he feels weak, he still struggles to look up. There is obvious fear in his eyes. He has realized that in this world, human life may not mean anything in the eyes of some people.

Yin Kuangzhi glanced at the yamen runner next to him. Without him saying anything, the latter immediately squatted down and grabbed Shen Qingyou's hair, and lifted his head up a little with a hard pull, making it easier for Yin Kuangzhi to see the suspect's face clearly.

"Uh-huh."

Shen Qingyou was shaking with pain all over, his blood-stained face full of fear, when he met a young face and a pair of calm eyes.

Yin Kuangzhi just looked at Shen Qingyou and didn't speak immediately, but waved to the side.

The thug from the brothel was slightly stunned and still a little at a loss, but the yamen runner next to him understood what Yin Kuangzhi meant, and immediately stepped forward, snatched the hood from the thug's hand, and handed it to Yin Kuangzhi.

Yin Kuangzhi looked at the people on the ground, then carefully observed the headgear in his hand. After looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

What exquisite craftsmanship!

Although he had long known that there were skilled craftsmen who could use long hair bought from other places to weave hairstyles for use in opera performances and for a few nobles in need, this was the first time Yin Kuangzhi had seen a wig like the one in his hand.

This is a whole hemispherical cover that serves as the scalp. The inside is soft and delicate and seems slightly sticky. The edges are consistent with the skin color, and the hair on top is clearly visible, as if it grew normally on the scalp.

In fact, the hairpins and other items on the wig had been pulled out by the people in the brothel, and the wig in Yin Kuangzhi's hand was in a state of long hair being disheveled. If it was before, he would probably be even more amazed when he saw it.

"This thing is definitely not something that ordinary people possess. It's normal for you to have such doubts. By the way, do you have any other additions? I see that you have already used lynching, but have you asked anything?"

"Hey, sir, look at what you said. That wasn't a lynching. We just tried to stop him from running away because we were afraid he might hurt someone and resist."

Yin Kuangzhi glanced at the man, and the yamen runner next to him put his hand on the thug's shoulder, exerting force on his hand and scolding him angrily.

"Stop talking nonsense, just answer whatever the adults say!"

"Hiss, ouch, ouch. Please forgive me, sir. I will tell you right away, I will tell you right away."

These so-called yamen runners around Yin Kuangzhi were not originally from the Xiangyang government office. If Zhuang Lin were here, he would find that most of them were clearly among the guards who accompanied him on the ship back then, and almost all of them were good martial artists.

Although the thugs hired by brothels also practice martial arts, they are nothing but chickens and dogs in the eyes of real masters.

"Then say it!"

Yin Kuangzhi's words loosened the grip of the yamen runner, and the thug began to speak repeatedly as if he had been pardoned.

"I asked him before, but he's just an outsider who knows nothing. He mentioned some places I've never heard of. He was still talking nonsense after being knocked unconscious. He said he wanted to call the police, and his accent was unfamiliar."

The thug said a lot of things in a row, but Yin Kuangzhi just listened without expressing any opinion, and Shen Qingyou on the ground could not say anything.

His family background, place of origin, and origin are unknown. He only knows the name "Shen Qingyou" but doesn't even have a courtesy name. Even if he is not an evil monk, he is indeed very suspicious.

After a long time, Yin Kuangzhi sent the people from the brothel away first. He couldn't get anything out of them if he kept them. Only Yin Kuangzhi, the yamen runners, and Shen Qingyou on the ground were left in the side hall.

Yin Kuangzhi squatted down and looked at the miserable man, his expression still calm.

The bailiff brought a basin of water and used a cloth dipped in water to wipe the blood off Shen Qingyou's face, and also wiped the palms and backs of his hands.

After seeing Shen Qingyou's appearance, Yin Kuangzhi couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "I did hear that Wanzhang Foguang Temple originally had many handsome monks and pretty nuns, seemingly praying for people, but actually engaging in debauchery. Now it seems to be true. You can't even protect yourself, yet you can't suppress your lust and still go to a brothel to buy sex."

"Oh, oh, sir, I was wronged. They lied to you."

Yin Kuangzhi smiled.

"What they said was the truth, at least what they believed to be the truth. I may not know the whole story, but I do know a little bit about people's hearts. Given your appearance, if they weren't really scared, why would the brothel send you to see the official?"

"Hahaha. There are quite a few homosexuals these days. If they can beat you like this, they can certainly control you. So, in their eyes, you must be a demon monk!"

Yin Kuangzhi paused, then looked at Shen Qingyou and said.

"Tell me what you know, everything about Foguang Temple. Tell me everything you know. By using your merits to atone for your sins, you might even survive! At the very least, I can give you an intact body and allow you to rest in peace."

Shen Qingyou's pupils were dilated and she was breathing rapidly. She had no idea how to defend herself and she couldn't calm down at all. All she felt was fear and despair.
The key point is that Shen Qingyou really can't say anything, what Foguang Temple case?
Yin Kuangzhi frowned. You won’t even tell me this?
From the description of the people in the brothel, this person is not a tough guy, and judging by his senses at this moment, his fear has reached the extreme.
"Sir, he peed."

A yamen runner suddenly said this. Yin Kuangzhi glanced at the person on the ground, frowned, stood up and took two steps away.

At this moment, Shen Qingyou was filled with fear, shame, anger, and despair. His body was shaking like a sieve. He felt that his death was near, and tears flowed like he was incontinent.
I clearly knew at that time that I had to take it seriously, so why did I high-five that person? Why did I try to be brave? Why didn't I call home? Why... Why did I go into that kind of place?
"Alright, take him to jail first. And find a doctor to treat him. Don't let him die so easily!"

"Yes!"

Several yamen runners responded. Although they looked at the incontinent person on the ground with disgust, they had to do it since they had received the order. They could only use a few sticks to lift the suspect up and take him away.

However, after the few people left, Yin Kuangzhi whispered a few words to the remaining yamen runner, asking them to detain Shen Qingyou near the confirmed evil monks to see how they would react. After receiving the order, the yamen runner nodded and followed the people in front.

After everyone who should have left had left, Yin Kuangzhi in the side hall was playing with the headgear in his hand, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Even if this person is not an evil monk, he is definitely not an ordinary person. Even if an ordinary person has a handsome face, it is difficult for him to have such fair skin. What's more, his hands are delicate and tender, except that they are a little thicker. They are just like those of a rich lady who has never touched water. It is impossible that he is from an ordinary family.

"Shen. Could it be the Wuxing Shen family? Why wouldn't you introduce yourself then?"

But even if he is really a so-called evil monk, in fact, this kind of handsome appearance is most likely not a core figure. He is used to please dignitaries and can be regarded as a pitiful person. It's just that this one may have fallen quite deeply.

Yin Kuangzhi sighed and looked at the hood in his hand. This thing is actually a good thing.
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In the dungeon of the Xiangyang government office, Shen Qingyou was directly dragged to the depths of the prison by the yamen runners, a heavy prison door was opened, and then he was thrown in.

Shen Qingyou cried out in pain and fell on the haystack. When he tried to move, some of the wounds on his body that had stopped bleeding with great difficulty burst open again.
Imprisoned deep within this prison are extremely dangerous criminals serving heavy sentences, but even these criminals must be ranked accordingly.

The cells where Shen Qingyou was located were basically filled with some captured evil monks from Wanzhang Foguang Temple. They were all very evil, and even some of the most severely punished prisoners in the prison avoided them.

"Look, here comes another one!"

"Look at the hair, look at the hair! Sure enough, it's another evil monk!"

"Need I tell you? Judging from the situation, they were severely tortured. This one was the worst. He was beaten to the point of being almost lifeless. I'm afraid he was also very evil."

"Yeah, if he wasn't evil, he wouldn't be treated so harshly. He's in solitary confinement, guys, be careful!"

This is what those prisoners with serious sentences say, and the jailers in the prison actually have similar thoughts in their hearts. They are very wary of new prisoners. This kind of evil monk is the most bizarre and it is said that he can even bewitch people.

The few who were imprisoned before were also very powerful. We spent a lot of effort to "take care" of them. Although this one was clean when he was sent in, we still have to be careful!

Unlike others, the evil monks imprisoned in several nearby cells all looked at Shen Qingyou's cell silently.

Compared to the serious criminals in the cell opposite, the ones in the cell next door could not see clearly because of the thick wall. Some of them only took a glance when the yamen runners brought people in, and knew that they were covered in blood and had a weak breath.
Some of these monks were wearing heavy handcuffs and shackles, and some were even chained to the wall with their collarbones pierced through, which was a very horrifying sight. These monks were all in solitary cells like Shen Qingyou.

On one side there is a cell where some monks are imprisoned. It is a collective cell. These monks mainly do not have any powerful martial arts or evil magic.
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I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe an hour, or maybe several days.

When Shen Qingyou was half conscious, monks from several nearby cells came to the outer edge of the wall and whispered something towards the cell where Shen Qingyou was.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother, Senior Brother, are you okay, Senior Brother?"

Shen Qingyou heard it, but didn't want to give any response. He was even afraid of the sound at the moment. His life was already in danger. If he was really involved, he would probably die!
Among the many monks detained there, a monk with his eyes closed was sitting in the corner.

Unlike the other monks who were whispering to each other, this monk sat quietly the whole time. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head and whispered something.

"Another one, Amitabha."

However, the monk had another thought and slowly looked towards the entrance of the prison, while the others were unaware.

About a dozen breaths later, a jailer came slowly with a doctor who was carrying a medicine box on his shoulder.

"Doctor, he's inside. We've been told not to let him die. Do your best to save him. Don't be afraid!"

"Hey, hey, hey, uh, then you guys better not leave."

The doctor was obviously a little scared, and the two jailers on the side smiled and nodded.

"Don't worry, we'll be watching here and won't allow him to hurt you in the slightest!"

"Yes, that's good, that's good!"

As they were talking, the jailers had already opened the cell door. One of them took the doctor in, while the other stood guard at the door.

All the prisoners in the jail saw this scene and had their own thoughts in their minds, but no one said it out loud at this time. But the fact that they asked the doctor to treat this man and were afraid that he would die showed how important this man was!
The monk in the corner of the detention room shook his head slightly at this moment. In this case, the donor was probably in great danger!
(End of this chapter)