The Dao is not lightly transmitted.
Not to mention Master Purple Mansion, even Elder of Inherited Teachings from high-level Qi Condensation, the cost of individual guidance is not low.
Break these four words apart carefully, and the contents filled inside are all white Huahua spiritual stones!
Wang Chen estimates the quota for face-to-face communication with Changchun.
A minimum of one hundred Lower Spirit.
That may sound like a lot.
But he believed that among the tens of thousands of monks present, there were many who could produce this spiritual stone.
This is called targeted screening and precise harvesting!
Wang Chen touched his kidney and strode out of Hall of Inherited Teachings's door.
It's half past noon, just before lunch time.
Wang Chen found a teahouse on the street, spent ten Shattered Spirit to order a pot of high broken Cloud Mist Spirit Tea, then sat down at the window seat on the second floor, and took out the rice balls he made in the morning from his storage bag to satisfy his hunger.
Of course there are restaurants in Yunyang City, and there are quite a few of them.
But in these large and small restaurants, the cheapest set meal costs one spirit stone.
Still not full.
Therefore, Wang Chen prepared lunch before coming.
The small teahouse is relatively affordable, and you can sit there for an hour just ordering a pot of tea.
If the business is not good and there are many empty seats, even if the time has passed, the store clerk will not come to chase people away.
The most important thing is that you can hear some gossip in the teahouse.
So every time Wang Chen comes to the city to do business or purchase, he will come here to sit and sit.
Listen to the news while filling your stomach.
Keep your eyes and ears from being too blocked.
He had just swallowed two rice balls when he suddenly heard someone shouting on the street below, "Weishi hour, Discipline Hall at the east gate. If you want to see it, go and see it!"
The whole teahouse was in a sensation.
Many people hurried to the window sill and looked out.
There was a commotion in the long street, with a few people running in front to tell each other, and behind them were many men, women, and children watching the excitement.
Seeing such a scene, the tea guests no longer wanted to brag and spank.
They all checked out and left.
Wang Chen finished eating the rice balls he brought and drank the whole pot of Spiritual Tea to the last drop.
Just left the teahouse.
Following the crowd, he went out of the east gate.
There was still some time left before Weishi hour, but Sin Slaying Platform outside the east gate was already surrounded by crowds of spectators.
Yunyang Sect has strict rules, and the heaviest punishment is to go to Sin Slaying Platform and be beheaded in public.
Many of the monks were beheaded.
It is those Rogue Cultivator who committed crimes in Land of the Mountain Gate or offended the dignity of the Yunyang Sect.
After hearing the news, there was an endless stream of people who came to watch the beheading. The scene was as lively as if there was a big fair. Some small traders gathered around after hearing the news, and the adults shouted at the children for making trouble. Everyone was very excited.
But next to Sin Slaying Platform, there was a group of people with sad and painful faces, or people who were crying.
Boom~
The bell of Weishi hour came as expected.
A group of heavily armed Discipline Hall disciples escorted a dozen sin cultivators onto the Sin Slaying Platform.
These sinful cultivators all had their magic powers and five senses sealed off. They were like dead dogs with their backbones ripped out, kneeling on the high platform at the mercy of the Discipline Hall disciples.
The atmosphere at the scene immediately reached a climax!
When the seventeen criminal cultivators all knelt in a row, an elder Discipline Hall with a face as thick as a jujube appeared and shouted, "The iron law of the sect cannot be violated. Behead it in public to serve as a warning to others!"
His voice was like thunder, instantly suppressing all the noise around him.
The Discipline Hall elder opened a scroll of paper and read out the words on it, "Sin cultivators Xiao Peng Hai and Outer Sect Third Hall Reserve Camp disciples spread rumors to slander the sect and confuse people's minds and have a bad influence. They are sentenced to beheading!"
"Criminal cultivator Liang A Da, seventh Reclamation Camp Battle Cultivator, escaped from battle and violently resisted arrest, sentenced to beheading!"
"The criminal cultivator Teng Bao, the ninth Reclamation Camp Battle Cultivator, attacked the superior cultivator without any reason, causing serious injuries, and is sentenced to be beheaded!"
"Xin Dan, a criminal cultivator, Spirit Plant husband of Yiliu Guards Station, privately serving Evil Spirits..."
He laid out the charges one by one and revised the sentences one by one, leaving many onlookers shocked and confused.
There is no longer the previous excitement and excitement.
Because none of these sin cultivators is Rogue Cultivator.
They are all Outer Sect monks!
And their crimes did not seem serious enough to warrant beheading in public.
But surprise and suspicion, no one is stupid enough to speak out at this time.
It's not his family that's in trouble.
Only the group of people next to Sin Slaying Platform, probably the family members of Zuixiu, seemed more painful and sad.
No one dares to complain!
Unless someone big comes forward, the penalty of the Discipline Hall cannot be changed.
If anyone dares to show up at this time.
That will definitely lead to bad luck!
Two teams of elite Discipline Hall disciples were watching eagerly.
Discipline Hall Elder put away the paper scroll after finishing his recitation, his eyes were as sharp as lightning. "Behead!"
As soon as he finished speaking, three executioners with huge backs and huge backs boarded the Sin Slaying Platform.
They were naked, wearing a pair of black shorts, holding Nine-Ringed Dharma Blade, with expressionless faces and cold eyes.
"Execution!"
One of the executioners strode forward and stood next to a kneeling sin cultivator.
He suddenly swung his sword and slashed it down hard.
A head then rolled down.
"Ah!"
Some onlookers couldn't bear to witness it and closed their eyes in shock.
The executioner raised his foot and kicked the headless corpse under Sin Slaying Platform!
At this moment, more than a dozen old men and women rushed over.
They held rice balls in their hands.
Then he quickly returned to the crowd of onlookers and stuffed the hot rice balls to his children.
If you don't want to eat, just stuff it.
Some children were frightened and cried, but they did not receive sympathy from their elders who usually loved them.
A group of the Discipline Hall disciples looked on with ridicule in their eyes, showing no intention to dissuade him.
Root Bone, which has all five elements, is the foundation of Daoism. People with incomplete five elements cannot practice at all.
But some heavenly materials and earthly treasures can help people complete Root Bone.
The problem is that this kind of heavenly materials and earthly treasures is simply not something ordinary people can have.
And I don't know who spread the rumor.
It is said that by doing this, it is possible for children with incomplete five elements to complete Root Bone.
This is called exchanging blood for marrow.
Although most people are well aware that this statement is pure nonsense.
But I can't help but there are always some stupid men and women who believe it.
After all, in Cultivation World, incompleteness in the five elements means eternal Dao Path. Even if you can practice martial arts to strengthen your body, you are not qualified to be the most ordinary Spirit Plant husband.
It's okay to be born into a wealthy family, but children from ordinary families can only be slaves and live a mediocre and lowly life.
These children were forced to eat rice balls.
All five elements are incomplete.
And these old men and women.
They all took out spiritual stones.
Part of the spiritual stones they took out will belong to the executioner!
Heads were chopped off one by one, corpses fell one after another...
A group of people scrambled for it.
More people looked on numbly.
Wang Chen felt his stomach churning, wishing he could vomit all the rice balls he had eaten earlier.
He turned and left.
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PS: Modified.