Realizing This Is Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years
Chapter 28
He's Just a Village, He Can't Do Anything
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"No." The young monk shook his head and said, "The Li family has most likely lost its manual."
"Good." The county magistrate nodded and said, “More than a hundred years ago, the leader of the Flying Dawn Sword Sect dominated the Pugilistic World of Lu County, but his descendants were extremely useless. Too bad.”
“It was unexpected that I deliberately set a trap and sent people to pretend to be brides to investigate the truth. A futile attempt. When Mr. Wang arrives, we will destroy the Li.” family
“Tuan County, I heard that the leader of the Flying Dawn Sword Sect received guidance from an expert from the Eternal Dawn Sect. Really it?" ask the young monk.
“The rumors in the martial world are real and fake. Who knows?” The county magistrate smiled and said, “Your Lotus Flower Monastery Inheritance has been passed down for a thousand years. You should know a lot of things. Why ask me?"
"Master never allowed me to ask about the Eternal Dawn Sect." A hint of gloom flashed in the young monk's eyes. “By the way, there are leading experts from other cities who want to help the Li family for some reason. I've taken him to a death row cell and imprisoned him. Does the county judge have instructions?”
“How can there be innocent help in this world? This person must have ulterior motives or come to return the favor.” The county magistrate sneered and said, “Maybe he has a clue about the secret manual of the Flying Dawn Sword. Torture him!”
"Yes!" The young monk nodded.
Reverse!
At this moment, the hook in the hands of the district magistrate moved. His face lit up, and he hurriedly pulled back his hook. He saw a big fish splashing and biting his hook.
"Hahaha, stupid fish." The county magistrate laughed out loud and threw the fish into a bucket beside him. Then, he asked, “There's one more thing. Mr. Wang will be arriving soon and needs this place to replenish our supplies. I'm asking you to check who the richest man in the county is. Do you have any leads?
“We have some instructions on this. It was someone named Zhao Guang, ” said the young monk. “He is from Swallow Mountain County. He was unwilling to join Mr. Wang and ended up here. On the surface, he's in business, but secretly, he's robbing graves for a living. He amassed a huge amount of wealth.”
"Good! This official has only been in office for three months, but I did not know that there are people who are so rich in this city.” The county magistrate laughed out loud and said, “He is from Swallow Mountain County, but he did not become a royal teacher. Totally hateful. There will be bandits in the city tonight, and I'm sure the Zhao Guang family will be the main target. Too bad!"
"I understand." The young monk nodded.
"Ck ck." The district judge put down his fishing line and stood up. He looked at the young monk and said with a smile, “Little Master Hui Shi, you are a monk. How can you agree to evil things like murder, robbery, and torture so easily?”
“Amitabha.” Monk Hui Shi clenched his palms together and chanted a Buddhist proclamation. His expression was calm as he said, “Buddha is compassionate and cannot bear to see the people of the world suffer. Therefore, a royal master waved the true flag to uphold the world. These are the things to do during the right action. What I did was to fulfill the will of Buddha.”
"Ha ha ha! Good good good!" The county magistrate laughed in great delight and patted Monk Hui Shi on the shoulder. “Then let's find the Flying Dawn Sword Secret Book first. This is a precious book that contains the mysteries of the inner world. It was a necessary item for Buddha to show mercy and shine a light on the world!”
“This monk will go to the death sentence cell to interrogate that person now,” Monk Hui Shi said with a smile. "Don't worry, Regional Chief."
"Go." The county magistrate waved his hand and smiled again. “Do you want me to assign you some helpers? After all, he was a first-rate expert. ”
"Not needed." Monk Hui Shi shook his head and said, “He is only a first-rate martial artist in the countryside. He won't be able to do much.”
"Then I'll wait for your good news." The district magistrate nodded and smiled. Then, he sat down again, hung up the bait, and laid the fishing rod to fish again.
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The ancient death prison was a place that made people feel desperate just by staying inside.
It was dark and damp, with no light to see. Even the cell floor was curved, making it impossible for the inmates to lie down or stand stably, suffering greatly.
In addition, the condition of cleanliness is very bad. Or rather, there are no hygiene conditions at all. The stench is everywhere.
After Cui Heng arrived, the people he saw only had numb expressions.
It's lifeless like hell.
But such a place really gave him a surprise.
Currencies can be converted here!
"Change!"
Cui Heng ordered the System.
Not much, but not a little. Previously, he had only converted less than 5 points throughout the day in Xiangxi City.
Moreover, Cui Heng even felt his Golden Core spirituality showed signs of being affected, but it was different from the terror and excitement he felt before.
This time, it was an overwhelming despair and sadness, reaching a state of numbness.
The seven emotions of a person are joy, anger, sadness, fear, love, evil, and desire.
According to his guess, if one only wanted to be filled with spirituality or even transform to form a Nascent Soul, they would most likely need to experience the extremities of the seven emotions in order to stimulate the Golden Core and give birth to spirituality.
The fear and joy from before is only a small part of spirituality that is drawn by external emotions, and that is far from enough.
Yet in this prison of death, the grief of despair almost became a reality. Cui Heng clearly felt that his Golden Core spirituality had increased quite a lot.
In terms of numbers, the previous level of fear might have been only 0.001, the excitement might have been 0.005, and the sadness in this death cell was at least 0.1.
However, this can only be considered as a bit of nurturing in the end, and cannot at all stimulate the birth of actual spirituality.
“Amazing joy, incredible anger, incredible sadness, incredible fear, incredible love, incredible evil, incredible desire. This should be the key node for the Golden Core to develop spirituality. But such extreme emotions may be hard to find in the world.”
Cui Heng thought in his heart, and he gained some more understanding towards his cultivation path in the future.
"Young man, why are you here?" At this moment, an old man from the cell next to Cui Heng suddenly asked.
This old man looked to be in his sixties or seventies. Her clothes were tattered, her hair was disheveled, and her face was dirty. His hands and feet were tied with chains as thick as a finger. He's obviously a serious criminal.
"I turned myself in for murder." Cui Heng smiled and looked at the old man. “How about you, old man?”
“I exterminated my employer's family and killed 31 people.” The old man smirked as if he was talking about something very normal. Suddenly, he changed the subject and said, “I have a martial skill here that will guarantee you to be the best in the Pugilistic World. Do you want to learn it?”
"What does it mean to be the best in the Pugilistic World?" Cui Heng asked with a smile.
“Above the Xiantian Realm, The Inner World. Endless growth, the pinnacle of the Pugilistic World!” The old man's eyes stared intently at Cui Heng. “Now the world is in chaos, the heroes are competing for supremacy!”
"If you can reach the pinnacle of the Pugilistic World, then with a wave of your hand, you might be able to conquer an area and divide the land to become a king, or establish a sect and become an honorable ancestor!"
Clangs!
Suddenly, there was the sound of chains clinking at the prison door. A prison guard came in.
The prison guard looked at the old man with disdain and said with a cold smile, Old “Zhang, are you promoting your Immortal Mist crap secret manual again? If you can really be the best in the martial world, why are you locked up here? That's all bullshit!”
“Huh huh, you guys don't understand at all. This martial skill was stolen from the Eternal Dawn Sect by risking my life 50 years ago!” The old man had an expression of 'you don't know what's good.'
“You are really persistent, to keep promoting those items in death row prison for 20 years!” The prison guard sneered before he opened the prison door of Cui Heng, and then he shouted in a grim voice. “Nak, get out there. Our boss wants to meet you!”
However, Cui Heng looked as if he had heard nothing, and his gaze looked at the old man as he said in a low voice, “You said the Eternal Dawn Sect earlier. What kind of an Immortal is that?”
"Young man, your words are really strange." The old man chuckled and said, “Do you need to ask? Of course it was referring to the true Immortal. Although the mountain had been sealed for a hundred years, it was still the number one sect in the Pugilistic World, the Eternal Dawn Sect!”
"Son, are you deaf !?" When the warden saw that he had been ignored, he felt extremely humiliated, and he was immediately charged with the intention of raising his hand to slap Cui Heng.
Cui Heng turned around and looked at the prison guards indifferently.
The guard flew backwards and crashed into the cell wall, where he collapsed.
The other prison guards noticed the commotion and came to take a look. They immediately shouted, “Someone wants to get out of jail. Guards, come quickly!”
The whole prison became rowdy.
Cui Heng turned a deaf ear to all this, and then he turned to look at the old man and said, "Tell me about the Eternal Dawn Sect."
"..." - ".The old man was stunned. He looked outside and then at Cui Heng. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and forced a smile, but it was worse than crying. "Sure!"