Chapter 8, Suppression

I heard he possesses martial arts skills. What if he resists arrest?" Lu Zhao asked again

As he spoke, he pointed to a terrifying statue enshrined not far away, which is the God of the Underworld

Lu Zhao looked over and saw a constable leading a young man inside. The young man had delicate features and was now wearing a blue robe. Recognizing him, Lu Zhao quickly greeted him, saying, "So it is the Third Young Master."

Understood! Lu Zhao felt a chill in her heart and responded in a low voice

Lu Zhao smiled and said, "No, I will just take a look around and then go out"

Wang Cunye paid the money and walked towards the city

Having said that, there was no need to inspect the prison any longer, so he went out

Wang Cunye smiled, gazing at the meandering stream flowing away. He composed himself and leisurely headed towards Qingyang Palace.

As long as the prisoner does not escape, let the prisoners manage themselves. Not only is it more relaxed, but there are also tributes from the leaders of the prisoners. However, this fellow stubbornly refuses to pay, and those leaders become harsher, resulting in death...

Wang Cunye opened his eyes; every day he woke up at this moment, having long since become a bodily instinct, even if he had expended a great deal of energy the day before.

Now that this matter has come to this point, there seems to be no other solution. Lu Zhao is the head of the captors, with more than ten lives on his hands, and his heart is extremely hard. At this moment, under pressure, after thinking it over, he gritted his teeth and said: "Since the Third Young Master has said this, how can I refuse? I will do it!"

You are an old official, and the people's hearts are as solid as iron, while the law is as unyielding as a furnace. You should be very clear that if he surrenders obediently, he may live a few more days. If he resists arrest, it is tantamount to opposing the government, to rebellion. No matter how great the reason, it will be of no use. At that time, do not say the county magistrate; even the Marquis Wei would not spare him. When the higher authorities extend their hand, it will be crushed.

The vital energy that an individual can produce is limited, with a fixed quota each day

Lu Zhao looked over; he was the chief of the patrol. Recently, the county magistrate had assigned him to also oversee the county prison and the library, so he came to take a look.

The prison warden is similarly unremarkable, and in fact, their status is almost equal. It was only a few days ago that the county magistrate ordered Lu Zhao to concurrently manage the county prison, which elevated his position by half a rank, yet he is still not considered subordinate.

Wang Cunye encountered a character, and this "character" instantly magnified tenfold in his mind, revealing its intricacies, so that upon a mere touch, one could grasp its meaning

However, this doubt passed in an instant, and I continued to engage with the true texts one by one. In a moment, the nine scriptures were all imprinted in my heart, with not a trace of error remaining

The prison was dim and shrouded in a grayish-black atmosphere. Not far away, several guards were playing mahjong with the warden. Upon seeing Lu Zhao approach, the warden called out, "Old Lu, on patrol? Come, join us for a few rounds."

The night is long and dreams are many; if we do not take action now, are we still waiting for him to turn the tables?" Zhang Longtao said with a cold smile

Lu Zhao listened, feeling a sense of difficulty as he swallowed hard. Back then, Xie Cheng had found a way to earn the trust of the county magistrate, promoting him from an inconspicuous minor official to the position of chief constable. This could be considered a life-changing favor; how could it be settled merely with a few incense offerings and a donation of several taels of silver

As soon as these words were spoken, Lu Zhao was taken aback, paused for a moment, and hesitantly said: "Isn't this inappropriate? What reason could we find? Moreover, the old Daoist has been kind to me..."

The prison officer accompanied Lu Zhao to the door, watching him leave.

Looking at the time, only an hour has passed. I have gathered my energy, stood still, and quietly nurtured my spirit

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"At that time, you need not go up; if you encounter resistance, just return immediately, as there will naturally be experts to suppress it." Zhang Longtao laughed heartily, appearing extremely joyful

Refining Qi involves transforming essence into internal breath

With a quick weigh in his hand, he realized there were about 10 taels of broken silver. Lu Zhao understood that this money, every tael of it, was stained with blood, extracted from the bodies and families of criminals. However, he also knew that if he did not accept it, he would be considered an "outsider" and would find it difficult to be accepted by this prison system. Thus, he had no choice but to accept it, saying, "Alright, I will take care of myself in the future"

Zhang Longtao noticed his hesitation, his gaze turned cold as he stood up and with a sharp sound, slammed a silver note onto the table, saying coldly: "This is one hundred taels. I do not require you to kill him; I only need you to find a way to capture him and bring him to prison. You will not have to stain your hands with his blood."

After ten breaths, the sun leaped up from the horizon. The purple aura had aged and could no longer be used. Wang Cunye slowly exhaled and began to practice the Six Yang Diagram, assuming various postures.

Zhang Longtao gazed intently at Lu Zhao and said, "If one wishes to impose a crime, what words are lacking? Moreover, what do the old favors from ten years ago amount to? Haven't you been offering incense to Shan Yin every year? If you wanted to repay, you would have done so long ago"

Young Master Zhang Longtao gazed at Lu Zhaol, slightly cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, and said: "Captain Lu, shall we find a place to talk?"

Chanting the incantation in conjunction with the movements, after completing the thirty-six actions, Wang Cunye felt a jolt throughout his body, once again experiencing a tingling sensation akin to an electric current flowing through him, and a trace of internal energy was thus generated

The ancestral temple of the Wei Marquis is located in the eastern city, where offerings are made continuously throughout the year. Every year, the Wei Marquis gathers the entire clan here for sacrifices, ensuring a flourishing incense offering. The ancestors of the Wei Marquis are also quite extraordinary, possessing some degree of supernatural power. In times of great importance, the Wei Marquis seeks guidance from his ancestors, presenting offerings, and they are very responsive, ranking alongside the deity of the Xin River as one of the two major deities in this region

At this moment, on the bamboo raft in front of the county town by the great river, one can see the ancient and sturdy city walls along the riverbank. The strong winds howl in the sky, stirring up waves of clouds and mist as they sweep away the haze.

Repeatedly performing these thirty-six movements, while continuously reciting, Wang Cunye felt the internal energy within his body steadily thickening

Lu Zhao weighed the silver in his hand, pondering to himself for a moment: "There has always been a precedent; I won't feel guilty taking it. It is better to make use of it while I can."

If you are unwilling, you should know that although my father cannot promote you, it would still be quite easy to ruin your position as a mere captain... Will you comply?

Continuing further, however, he no longer felt that tingling sensation; instead, there was a sense of emptiness. It was only then that Wang Cunye stopped, his body already drenched in sweat, soaking his clothes

Lu Zhao asked, "What is going on?"

There are immediately two tolerance responses.

The inner breath is gentle and continuous, seeming both illusory and real

Zhang Longtao did not lower his voice; he spoke in a tone so somber that it sent chills down one's spine: "I want you to take a few officers and find a way to capture that brat Wang Cunye."

The three sections of the Thirteen Classics contain no more than a hundred thousand characters in total. They are concise yet profound, with every word meticulously crafted, concealing true wisdom. Even an ordinary person, if able to recite them daily, would find it akin to the serene recitation of the Huangting on Earth. Each word and phrase would be imprinted in their heart, and over time, they would surely absorb the true wisdom, unlocking their intellect and entering the path of Dao.

This straightforward approach took Lu Zhao by surprise. Although he was a trusted aide of the county magistrate, he did not dare to offend the deputy magistrate. Even though the deputy magistrate was not involved in the affairs of the county, he was still the nominal second-in-command. Therefore, he immediately responded, "Please give your instructions, young master. I will attend to whatever I can right away"

Under the pressure of that cold gaze, Lu Zhao couldn't help but shiver inwardly. If the county magistrate continued to neglect his duties, it would be quite easy to ruin this unremarkable position of the constable.

Lu Zhao's heart skipped a beat as he glanced at the person and said, "Please!"

The clouds shifted, continuously glowing, as a round red sun burst forth, instantly causing waves of purple aura to rise at the horizon. Wang Cun m. hetushucomcom awaited this moment, not daring to be negligent, and began to breathe and circulate his energy. Threads of purple aura intertwined and exchanged with the energy within him, as strands of spiritual energy were drawn into his body.

Wang Cunye's eyes were filled with confusion. The Three Classics and Thirteen Classics can be purchased by the public, which is equivalent to popularizing the law. Why is this the case?

Lu Zhao listened and said, "What should we do if we kill him?"

The county city is vast and is divided into four districts: east, west, south, and north. The streets are bustling with traffic, and a small stream meanders through the city, flowing into the Xinshui River. This city did not originally have such a layout; it was only after the ancestors of the Wei Marquis were ordered to guard this place hundreds of years ago and managed it for several centuries that it attained such a scale

Lu Zhao, the old head of the constabulary, has always understood that the people's hearts are as hard as iron and the law is like a furnace. However, upon witnessing the jailer casually and lightly discussing a human life, he couldn't help but feel a chill. It truly is as if killing is as easy as cutting grass, without a sound. Before he had time to ponder, he saw the jailer take out a small package: "My lord, this is your monthly stipend."

"Alright, you are indeed straightforward. You can take the money first, and today you will go with the official to capture the person!" Zhang Longtao said with a pleased expression.

The prison guard approached with a smile and said, "Sir, when officials can extort money, and soldiers can take bribes, I only receive two taels of silver each month, while the average prison guard gets only one tael. If we don't eat from the prisoners, who else can we eat from?"

This improvement can save a considerable amount of time, and the internal energy that can be accumulated daily is several times that of ordinary practices

"Is it this fast?" Lu Zhao was taken aback

Not helping is already very ungrateful, and to further betray and harm the disciples of one's benefactor is truly...

The brilliance of the Baiyang diagram lies in its high efficiency of refinement

Over time, differences naturally arise from gradual accumulation

It is still bearable now, a bit cooler. During the previous period of such a hot summer, which day in the prison did they not carry out dead bodies? The prison officer chuckled and said, "Just report it at https://www.hetushu.com for the illness record, and that will be the end of it. Even if there are grievances, one cannot turn the situation around—there is a prison deity suppressing it."

The Jade Rabbit descends in the west, and the sky begins to glow with the dawn.

Wang Cunye stood on the bridge, listening to the bustling noise of the crowd around him, while boats passed beneath the bridge, creating a scene of prosperity.

In the Thirteen Sections, mastering nine of them is sufficient; thus, I shall proceed to the Daoist temple for assessment, to avoid prolonged delays and unnecessary complications. Wang Cunye contemplated this, waved his long sleeves, and descended the mountain.

To be bound is to die, to resist capture is also to die; this is the reality

Just as I was thinking and gradually calming my emotions, a sound of footsteps approached.

As soon as I entered, I saw several prison guards dragging a person out, who was already a corpse, covered in wounds, appearing to have been beaten to death

Young man, this is your fate, no wonder I feel this way. Lu Zhao thought to himself; he was also a resolute and decisive person. At that moment, he stood up and shouted, "Come here, join me on a mission!"

After freshening up, I changed into a new Daoist robe of cloud-patterned dark azure color. I left the temple and quietly awaited the moment when the red sun would rise over the cliff.

It was originally a trace, faint and elusive. Uncertain how much time had passed, Wang Cunye was already able to clearly sense the internal energy within his body

After sensing it, I realized that the vital energy within my body had replenished by about 50%. I thought to myself, indeed, this youthful body possesses remarkable recovery capabilities

He stepped into a room not far away in the east wing, which was originally a reception hall for guests. The seating was arranged for the main and secondary guests, and before the officials could serve the coarse tea, Zhang Longtao glanced at the shadow of the official leaving through the window and said, "This time I came at my father's request, hoping to ask Chief Lu to handle a matter."

In the mountain morning, the atmosphere is most vibrant, with a refreshing coolness that permeates the heart and mind. Wang Cunye calmed his thoughts and saw, in the depths of his consciousness, ten characters floating amidst the clouds, each resembling a living entity, emitting a faint glow