Since ancient times, repayment of grievances and debts, murderers' lives, debtors' repayments, are mostly matters of cause and effect.
He could not explain so many things in a year.
Those who suffered from lawsuits and prisons are all because of this.
When you are born, you can’t care about it.
But after hearing the sound of a cannon and seeing that three quarters of noon was approaching, Liu Wuye asked his four apprentices to serve as his deputies.
He first took Monk Pan out of the prison car and tied him to the wooden platform of the execution ground. , there is a "gold"-shaped wooden frame in the middle of the torture platform, and the black blood stains on the rough wooden iron rings are all left from previous tortures.
Without saying a word, the executioners bound Monk Pan.
With three strokes, they stripped him of his prison clothes, and then stood aside to obey the orders while holding the instrument of torture, the sword.
At this time, the second trumpet sounded, and everyone watching around the execution ground knew that the evil thief would be cut into pieces in a blink of an eye.
Most of them watched with attention, and the noisy crowd suddenly became much quieter.
Master Liu Wu asked the prison officer to put a red cross on his name tag.
He turned around and walked to Monk Pan.
He clasped his fists as usual and said, "Today Liu Wu is here to see Master Pan off.
We have no grudges in the past and no grudges in recent days.
The executioner will hand him the punishment."
Law enforcement is nothing more than being assigned by superiors and subordinates, and you cannot refuse it.
If there is anything that is not taken care of well later, please take care of it, Mr.
Pan. " Monk Pan had fallen into this situation and had lost all hope.
However, in front of everyone in the execution ground, he still wanted to pretend to be a hero.
The corners of his mouth twitched and he said with a strange smile: "I have heard the name of Liu Wuye, the executioner of the Ministry of Punishment for a long time.
I don't want to die."
Being under your sword can be regarded as my blessing.
I have nothing to ask for before I am executed.
I only ask that you be more skillful when you torture me and give me a happy ending.
I walked on the road to death and forgot about it.
I don’t think about the benefits of thinking about your old age.”
Liu Wuye didn't even blink an eyelid, and said coldly: "In ancient times, there were sages who established principles, and now there are kings whose laws are as great as the sky.
Master Pan has committed a heinous crime, and he is carrying hundreds of lives on his back.
In the end, he has a resentful soul."
The bound legs were seized by the government, and then they were cut into pieces.
Ling Chi The death sentence is 1,300 knives today, but even one knives are indispensable.
I advise you to be more open-minded and suffer more in the upper world, but you can be relieved in the underworld before the third trumpet.
If you have anything else to say, just leave it."
Monk Pan couldn't help but feel chilled and frightened when he thought about the pain of being cut into pieces by 1,300 knives, and resentment broke out in his heart.
He was silent for a long time before saying: "This Master is born to be compassionate, and he likes to play with children the most.
Since he started practicing Vajra Since Zen, more than 150 unborn boys have been eaten.
This is beyond them.
It was a great act of kindness in the Paradise of the West.
I was able to achieve the right path and obtain a Dharma body that was both in and out of existence.
Unexpectedly, my Dharma body was broken by a group of thieves, and I fell into the hands of the government.
It’s been a lot of torture, and today I’m going to use vicious methods to make this Master suffer the pain of being cut into pieces.”
Monk Pan became more and more hateful as he spoke, and continued to say with gritted teeth: "Even if I reach the underworld, I will turn into a ghost and seek revenge on you one by one.
Master Liu Wu, you are a hawk dog specially used to wield swords for officials.
Your grandma Yes, you and that bitch Ma Tianxi have ruined the lives of many heroes.
You all deserve to die a good death.
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Sooner or later, grandpa will come back from the underworld to ask for your lives."
Mr.
Liu Wu has issued countless red notices.
In the past, when those on death row were facing execution, they would either softly beg the executioner or curse them endlessly; or they would remain silent; and even more frightened, they would excrement and urine in the execution ground. generation.
He was probably used to it and didn't take it seriously at all.
He let him curse and didn't say anything else to Monk Pan.
The people watching around were very angry, saying that nowadays there is really no king's law.
This rat monk has committed a heinous crime.
When such an ugly creature is about to die, he still dares to speak arrogantly.
He is really a thief who has been stabbed a thousand times.
There were also many people who had lost children at home.
They hated them so much that they picked up rotten vegetables and stones and threw them at the execution ground.
The leading officer quickly commanded the group to control the situation to prevent the mob from swarming up and disturbing the executioner.
At this time, many victims crowded forward and secretly gave money to the servants near the execution ground.
They wanted to wait for the execution to beg for a few pieces of Monk Pan's minced meat.
There are not only those who have had their children abducted by thieves, but also many who have sick people at home.
In the early years, there was a saying that when there was a red errand on the execution ground, the flesh and blood of the prisoner could be used as medicine to cure the disease.
The tolerance workers can often take the opportunity to make some money, but they dare not trade openly.
When the chaos was breaking out, a rumbling sound of a trumpet was heard.
Liu Wuye, the executioner of the Ministry of Punishments, saw that three quarters to noon had arrived, and immediately started execution.
First, the deputy took out a dark net, shook it open on the spot, and wrapped it around Monk Pan's left arm.
This black net is not an ordinary fishing net.
It is something passed down by the executioner of the previous dynasty.
It is made of human hair mixed with silk.
It is specially used to measure the meat when Ling Chi has too many knives.
I saw the black net's mesh cutting into the flesh, leaving a large blood mark the size of a copper coin.
Mr.
Liu Wu, who was busy at home but not busy at home, shouted, "I don't know how to see the knife."
He stretched out his hand from his leather bag and pulled out two sharp knives that looked like the wind.
These two swords, one long and one short, both have names.
The longer one is more than a foot, and it is called "Chi Qing"; the short one is more than an inch, and it is called "Cun Qing".
It has been passed down from the Northern Song Dynasty to this day.
It is said that it was used to chop Fangla, a giant warrior from the south of the Yangtze River, into pieces.
The blade was as white as water, and the cold was so cold that it really had the edge to blow and break hair.
Under the two sharp swords of the big and small, the number of heroes who have been cut and slashed is too numerous to count.
No matter whether you are a loyal minister who has been wronged and a righteous man, or a traitor who has committed many crimes, if you are tied to the execution ground and see these two sharp knives, you can't help but tremble in your heart and lose your soul.
Liu Wuye held two sharp knives, a long one and a short one.
He chanted an evil killing curse, cursed the knife and then cut it off according to the bloody marks.
Monk Pan had eaten many children and had grown fat all over, with thin skin and tender flesh.
He could not be cut and screamed in pain.
Liu Wuye didn't even pay attention to it.
He cut with the short blade and picked with the long blade, then took off a piece of skin like a willow leaf and made Er Qingshi hair.
But seeing him move like the wind, with a flash of sword light, Monk Pan's fat and strong body had been chopped up in less than an hour.
The four executioners who were helping each other counted the number of knives along the way.
The execution platform in the execution ground was dripping with blood.
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Most of the people in Lingzhou City had seen the executioner's knife for the first time.
No one expected that there would be such a fast knife in the world and such a clean and neat cutting method.
It was beyond comprehension.
They all looked as dumbfounded as if they were carved from wood or clay.
In the huge street, I could only hear the executioner's knife and the screams of the thieves.
Other than that, the cross street was completely silent.
Some of the timid people onlookers were so frightened that they peed their pants.
Being an executioner means killing living people for food.
Liu Wuye, the executioner of the Ministry of Punishment, is indeed very skilled.
Since he became a martial artist at the age of seventeen, he has been enforcing the law in the execution ground.
In the past forty years, he has dispatched not ten thousand but eight thousand people under his command.
He is really a murderer, and he has rich experience in executions.
The monk's method of cutting the rat into pieces this time was unusual.
It required a total of 1,300 cuts.
Therefore, Mr.
Liu Wu knew that the cut must be done quickly and accurately.
There should be no sloppiness under the knife, otherwise he would kill the prisoner alive first.
What's more, he had to avoid human blood.
Moreover, the thief was obese and had grown up, unlike ordinary people with strong skin and flesh.
The blood and meridians were particularly difficult to find, so he had to work hard and use all his strength.
That monk Pan was really vicious.
He received a huge cut on his body.
He screamed and cursed wildly, all with extremely vicious curses.
But the sound became weaker and weaker.
By the time the cuts reached more than 1,200 times, Monk Pan was already completely naked.
His tongue, nose, and ears were all cut off.
Only two big eyes were left in his body.
Wandering back and forth, he couldn't stop staring at the executioner's blade.
Liu Wuye's hand moved from the mountain, and the sword fell to the gods.
The first six hundred cuts were called fish scale cuts, and a layer of the whole body was peeled off like a knife.
The middle four hundred cuts were meat cuts, and the last three hundred cuts also had a cut.
The name is called soul-picking.
It can be counted as one thousand two hundred and ninety-nine swords, and Monk Pan was left with only a skeleton.
Liu Wuye also happened to finish reciting the evil killing curse, and suddenly stopped and put away Er Qing, whose blade was not stained with blood. , changed his hand to a sharp knife with a ring, and asked the officials who had been sentenced to come forward to examine the punishment.
At this time, Monk Pan's eyelids had been cut off, and he couldn't even move his eyeballs.
His eyes were ashen, and he didn't know if he was still alive.
The prison official held a jar, took out a handful of large salt particles, and threw them at Monk Pan.
Monk Pan's eyes suddenly turned in pain, and he was obviously not dead yet.
Liu Wuye immediately raised his knife and slashed it down with a sharp knife.
With just one poke and gouge, he picked out a bloody and trembling human heart, which was exactly one thousand three hundred cuts.
The onlookers around the execution ground cheered loudly, praising Liu Wuye's good tactics.
Even Lord Ma and Admiral Tuhai, who were supervising the execution upstairs, also secretly gave thumbs up in praise.
As expected, there was not even a drop of blood on Liu Wuye's body, he was not angry, his face did not change, he bowed amidst thunderous cheers, and then walked off the stage.
Everyone congratulated each other, just like stars holding the moon, and wealthy businessmen around them kept offering wine, meat and bonuses.
This was to use the murderous aura of the executioner from the Ministry of Punishments to ward off evil spirits and avoid evil for their own family.
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Zhang Xiaobian'er and Sun Mazi watched with great emotion.
They both felt that Mr.
Liu Wu was so majestic.
With his real craftsmanship and ability, how could our brothers show off like this in public?
Then they saw the four disciples of Mr.
Liu Wu, flaying the remaining remains of Monk Pan with all their hands and feet, pulling out all the internal organs, hanging them on several wooden stakes on the execution platform, and then smashed all the bones and remains. for fragments.
Some outside onlookers were watching the execution for the first time.
For some unknown reason, they asked Zhang Xiaobian'er and Sun Mazi: "Can you please tell me, the two chiefs, how you can smash the bones of the thieves after beheading them?"
Zhang Xiaozhen took the opportunity to brag: "Lingchi is the cruelest form of capital punishment.
Unless you encounter a great traitor, you would not be able to use such a heavy punishment.
Not only will you be cut into pieces with thousands of swords, but according to the law, even the bones are not allowed to be buried, and they are crushed to pieces."
After that, they will be burned and the bones will be crushed and the ashes will be scattered.
To be honest, this thief was captured by Mr.
Zhang himself at the risk of his own life.
But you don’t know how powerful he is.
This rat monk has sorcery in him.
If he doesn’t break his body into thousands of pieces, it’s hard to guarantee that he will not be killed.
What kind of evil will he do, and he will come back to harm others?"
While he was talking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, flying sand and rocks in all directions.
The sun was shining brightly just now, but in an instant it became shrouded in gloom.
The people in Lingzhou City felt as if they were facing a disaster, and their faces were all pale with fear.
They were crying for their fathers and mothers and running for their lives.
It was like "the sky was dim and the earth was dim, and the ghosts were crying and the gods were howling in the black fog."
If you want to know if there are any evil spirits in this dark wind, I will leave it for later
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