Volume 1: Rebellion in Chang'an Chapter 98 Chess
A monk's time is precious but not that precious.
Monks practice and fight against heaven for their lives.
The life span of the foundation-building stage is two hundred years, and the life span of the golden elixir stage is five hundred years.
For a cultivator who is building a foundation, he has to break through to the Golden Core stage within two hundred years. In order to gain the extra three hundred years of lifespan from the Golden Core stage, every second counts.
However, whether a cultivator is practicing martial arts or refining magical instruments, it is often done in months or years.
Therefore, in a dimension that is long enough, monks are the group of people who have the least concept of time.
Just like now.
All the guards in the building gathered here, quietly awaiting the outcome of the warden's interrogation, seemingly unaware of the passage of time.
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Prison Warden.
Completely different from the gloomy secular cells , this place is bright and clean, without any dust.
Today's prison warden's ceremony was unprecedentedly grand.
In the rooms scattered one after another, where soul-forbidden formations were set up, at this moment, the monks captured by the guards were imprisoned.
In one of the cells, smoke filled the air and strange-smelling sandalwood was burning.
This is the bewitching incense, which has an extremely significant enhancing effect on the bewitching technique performed by monks.
The members of the Prison Department have a wide variety of methods at their disposal to pry intelligence out of the monks.
The most common method is to use some unique techniques to torture the captured monks. When they can no longer endure the pain, they will naturally confess all the information.
But most of the monks are strong-willed and can often endure the pain that ordinary people cannot bear.
At this time, more advanced means are needed, such as illusion, bewitching, soul searching and other spiritual arts.
Liu Mi was a spiritual practitioner in the prison department who was proficient in the art of bewitching.
Liu Mi quietly looked at Xuan Ming Zhenren, whose face was covered with horrifying blood spots.
He was well aware of the methods of his colleagues in the Prison Department and could tell at a glance that these were traces left by blood-sucking ants.
The blood-sucking ants are extremely small in size. They will drill into the body of a monk through every pore of the monk's flesh, then constantly move around inside, swallowing blood until the monk is drained of blood and turns into a dried corpse.
During this process, the monks who were hit not only felt an itch all over their body, but also felt excruciating pain, which could definitely be considered as torture.
However, Master Xuanming did not give in in the face of such torture, so he was handed over to himself for punishment.
Liu Mi thought about this and sighed: "With such a determined mind, why would you do such a forbidden thing?"
Xuan Ming Zhenren looked at Liu Mi expressionlessly: "The evil cultivation tradition has always been like this. This is a matter of course. How can it be said to be against the law?"
Liu Mi shook his head and said no more to Master Xuanming.
It is always meaningless to argue with others about whose ideas are correct.
Liu Mi's mind moved, and a huge amount of spiritual power poured out from his eyebrows, rushing towards Master Xuanming.
Xuan Ming Zhenren's gloomy eyes gradually lost their luster, his pupils moved upwards, leaving only the white of his eyes.
This is a sign that the spell is working.
Suddenly, Liu Mi's expression changed, and then he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"You!" Liu Mi steadied himself and pointed at Master Xuanming, his eyes full of disbelief.
At the moment when the bewitching spell took effect, Master Xuanming actually ignored the restrictions of the Forbidden Spirit Array and used some strange spell to disintegrate his own soul.
The fluctuations caused by the collapse of his soul also dealt a heavy blow to Liu Mi, who was trying to probe his soul into the soul of Xuanming Zhenren.
However, the situation of Master Xuanming was even worse. Blood was constantly seeping out from his seven orifices.
Once the soul collapses, the body will be completely shattered and there will not even be a chance for reincarnation.
Liu Mi was caught off guard by Master Xuanming's determination.
"You so-called righteous people, you want to get the information you want from me? Dream on!"
When Master Xuanming saw Liu Mi's gloomy expression, he chuckled sinisterly and then slowly closed his eyes.
His lifeless body was no longer able to stand up and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
Snapped!
A chess piece fell heavily on the chessboard.
The servant was of sturdy build, and appeared to be about thirty years old. He wore a grey robe, had a high nose and a wide mouth, and a big square face that showed the look of weathering.
"Haven't you found the reason why the plan to seize the mirror from Yuanshan City failed?"
Two cold, lightning-like glances suddenly flashed across the face of the person opposite.
Sitting opposite the burly man was an old man with white hair and beard.
If Tan Tai Qingrun were here, he would definitely recognize that this old man was the former lord of Yuanshan City, Rakshasa Luo Yan, who disappeared after the battle of Yuanshan City.
Luosha looked at the two cannons that had already crossed the river on the chessboard with a gloomy face. He moved the chess pieces lightly and jumped on his horse to defend.
"Lord Shura, I have thoroughly investigated all the people involved in the Yuanshan City operation, and there is no clue at all. But I have been planning for many years in Yuanshan City, and I have taken care of everything. Apart from the traitors, I really can't find any other reason for the failure of the plan to seize the mirror."
It turns out that this burly middle-aged man is Shura, the person in charge of the underworld in Zhenjiang Prefecture.
"If you have played chess for half an hour and still don't know who is the bad chess player." Shura looked indifferent to Luosha's explanation. He entered the chariot camp. On the chessboard, the chariot, horse and cannon were in a state of returning to the edge.
"Then you are the lousy chess player!"
Luosha was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice: "I understand."
Shura Yunzi was the one who killed and ate Rakshasa's Pegasus in one bite.
"We just received news that someone gave us the lowdown, but Zhenjiang Tower has dispatched all of its guards to capture all of the evil cultivators who have cooperated with us to refine corpse puppets for us."
Luosha's hand trembled slightly, but he finally stabilized it and added an elephant at the horn to resist Shura's continuous attack.
"Our people never . Even if Zhenjiang Tower has all the means to pry open the mouths of those evil cultivators, they won't be able to get any useful information, right?"
Shura had a blank expression on his face, and he said, "Among all the hall masters, you are the most cautious and thorough in your actions and your plans are thorough. I value you the most. But the current situation, don't you think it's familiar? You are deceiving yourself in Yuanshan City. Even if you find clues, you still don't take it seriously. You insist on your original plan, which has caused all the years of preparation in Yuanshan City to go to waste. That's fine, but after this battle, you still haven't learned your lesson?"
Feeling the dissatisfaction in Shura's words, Luosha broke out in a cold sweat, and at the same time, the chess piece in his hand quickly moved back to defense: "My Lord, what should we do now?"
Shura used a cannon to swallow up the rook that Luosha had brought back: "Do you know what is the most taboo thing in chess?"
Without waiting for Luosha to answer, Shura said coldly: "The most frightening thing about playing chess is to fall into the rhythm of the opponent. Just like you are now, passive everywhere, blindly adjusting your moves to defend against my offensive, but in fact every move you make is within my expectations. How can you win if you play chess like this?"
Luosha was startled, then seemed to realize something. He gradually changed his chess moves and exchanged pieces to lead them away: "So, what we need to do now is to interrupt Zhishoulou's rhythm of action."
Shura glanced at the direction of Luosha's chess pieces and sneered, "You understand well, but now your chess pieces are almost eaten up, and you just reacted and chose to take the initiative to attack and disrupt my layout. In my opinion, it is just a meaningless struggle."
Luosha looked a little embarrassed, mixed with some doubts: "Then...what should we do?"
Shura stretched out his hand, crossed the Chu River and Han River, gently picked up Luosha's chess piece, and then suddenly lifted the chessboard.
The chess pieces scattered and rolled to the ground.
Shura tightly grasped the general in his hand, his tone full of murderous intent: "To worship ghosts and gods, you rely on incense. To play chess, you rely on the general! As long as the general is still there, then no matter how bad the game is, it is not a loss. Since we are already at a disadvantage in a head-on fight, let's just flip the chessboard and be done with it!"
