"Oh, oh" the judge hummed twice in confusion, then tilted his head and continued to doze off.
Cheng Qianxun was really angry and funny, the whole thing was a farce.
But when a farce is staged by many people and involves human lives, it's not so funny.
The recorder then spoke on his behalf: "You must repent.
If you do not repent and still insist on your innocence, you must check your body for signs of the devil.
If you find it, you should prick it with a needle and test for blood..."
Cheng Qianxun pretended to listen carefully, but in fact, he was already thinking about other things. "...If you are not guilty, I will pull you out of the water after about half of the candles have burned out."
The recorder finally explained the entire process of interrogating the witch, and then asked: "Witch, do you repent now?"
Cheng Qianxun immediately said: "I repent."
Clean, neat and refreshing The recording officer was stunned for a moment and then asked: "You admit that you are a witch?"
"Yes," Cheng Qianxun said with dignity, "I am not an ordinary witch, I am the Wicked Witch of the East.
How can an ordinary witch compare with me?"
She was going to die anyway, but she couldn't bear to take off her clothes and count all the moles on her body in front of everyone, then prick her whole body with needles, and then keep her naked body closed for two days and two nights without being able to move.
Like the old woman just now, she ran back and forth on the sharp rocks until she fainted.
In the end, even if you drown in a pig cage and survive, you may be declared a witch and you will inevitably be burned to death.
The recording officer was stunned again, and the accident made him a little at a loss.
He coughed, and after calming down, he pulled out a piece of parchment from the side, and then read: "Then you admit to living with many devils in the devil's gathering place.
You are the devil's lover."
Cheng Qianxun responded: "Yes, I admit it."
Everything seemed to come too easily, and the recorder didn't believe his ears, but the witch did admit it.
So he continued to read: "Sometimes on moonless nights, he would ride a broomstick on the roofs of innocent people's houses and perform witchcraft, causing three women to miscarry and two houses to be burned down.
Some animals would also be bled to give food to the devil."
Cheng Qianxun nodded seriously: "Yes, I admit it."
I finally understood why in the three hundred years from the end of the 15th century to the end of the 18th century, there were burning crosses everywhere and the smell of nausea everywhere. of charred corpses.
Now the recorder felt uncomfortable and coughed awkwardly: "Then you admit that you can make special oil from miscarried baby oil and apply it on your body to pass through very small gaps.
Then you will tell the sleeping people in the room Practice countless” Baby oil, this is too imaginative.
Never mind it.
Cheng Qianxun nodded immediately: "Yes, I admit it."
The recorder saw that all the sins on the parchment had been recited, and there was nothing to say, so he asked: "Then do you confess your sins?
Do you repent?"
"I plead guilty, I repent."
Cheng Qianxun hurriedly crossed his hands and said with remorse and piety: "Oh.
In fact, this is not enough for my crime.
You know too little.
These are just the tip of the iceberg.
How could you possibly know about me?
Everything the Wicked Witch of the East did."
The recording officer was stunned again.
Apparently this witch was too cheerful.
Any woman who came here before would never behave like this.
At least she would cry a few times and cry out that she was wronged.
He took a blank piece of parchment next to him, dipped the quill in ink, and scraped off the excess ink on the mouth of the bottle: "Then tell me."
This is what Cheng Qianxun thought.
Instead of gritting his teeth and enduring such a cruel interrogation to extract a confession, he might as well say what he meant.
She is an ordinary person, and she has no fear of her soul being stained if she is framed.
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Anyway, it is Satan's idea that she lives.
"If I tell everything, can you strangle me first and then burn me at the stake?"
Cheng Qianxun didn't want to be burned alive.
Even if his tongue was cut off and his bald head was burned to death, the screams still seemed to echo in his ears. .
She also pretended to be very pious: "The most important thing is that the priest has been teaching me, so I repented at this time, so there should be some discounts for those who sincerely repent."
The fat monk immediately puffed out his chest, but the result was that his fat belly arched upwards.
He looked at everyone proudly: "Yeah, as long as you tell everything you have done, this is acceptable."
"Then I'll tell you."
Cheng Qianxun then started to make up random things.
Anyway, as a modern person, he has some understanding of the stories of monsters and ghosts in many countries, so let's start with the Maoshan magic of Taoism and the witchcraft of the southwest.
Get up.
She then began: "This starts from five hundred years ago when I caused havoc in the Heavenly Temple.
Oh, it started with the devil causing havoc in the Heavenly Temple...
I can't remember the time.
Our time is the same as yours.
Different.”
Even the record officer was surprised.
After glaring, he immediately started writing on the parchment.
Cheng Qianxun spoke vividly: "At that time, I used witchcraft to turn my body as hard as stone, and took many devils to the temple to protest against God's injustice."
The monk immediately said excitedly: "It must be a war in heaven."
This bastard is really good at tricking people.
Cheng Qianxun praised: "The priest is very knowledgeable and knows all this.
Yes, it was a war in heaven.
At that time, I and a hundred devils went to heaven to smash everything and destroy God's One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, you are called angels.
We will beat one hundred thousand angels to pieces."
Even Cheng Qianxun didn't know that she was so capable of making mistakes.
She described Monkey King as herself and the various heavenly generals fighting against her, such as the Giant Spirit God, Nezha, and Erlang God, as having wings. , an angel with a halo on his head.
And the monk was very cooperative, adding from time to time, using the contents of the Bible or other books as explanations.
She didn't retort directly, saying "It's been too long and my memory is a bit blurry" to explain away the past.
Talking and talking, until she was caught by the Seraphim, locked in the furnace to roast Sun Wukong, and was caught by the Supreme Lord and put into the alchemy furnace, the oil lamp had already been filled with oil.
The recording officer had stopped writing for a long time.
He had written a dozen pages about two hours ago, and his wrists were probably sore.
"Hmph," the judge made two pig-like snorts and finally woke up.
The first thing I do when I wake up is cross myself on my chest: "In the name of God..."
Cheng Qianxun's mouth became dry as she spoke, so she asked, "Can you give me a glass of water?"
"Why don't we just stop here today?"
The recorder looked at the monk who was sitting and listening in a pleading tone: "My stomach is growling."
The monk is probably supported by the fat on his belly.
Not feeling hungry yet: “It’s your honor to hear the confession of the Wicked Witch of the East” "I do thank God for giving me such an opportunity."
The recorder's words were filled with medieval cunning and jest: "But God's servants are still mortals after all."
The monk was a little unfinished and said: "Then let's stop here today and continue tomorrow."
Cheng Qianxun immediately said: "Please give me a room and a bed.
After all, I am a great witch and truly represent the devil's will.
Only if I eat well and sleep well will I be more energetic to continue repenting and confessing tomorrow."
Sitting on the ground next to him.
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The executioners, who were listening back to back, seemed to be dozing off.
One of them said: "This won't work.
What if she turned into a black smoke and escaped?"
"Shut up, or I will turn your tongue off."
Cheng Qianxun said sternly, and then said to the monk with a flattering and flattering look on his face: "I am doing something to betray the devil, you lock me up."
In the cell.
The devil is already familiar with your dungeon, and he might be able to find me immediately.
Just give me a room with a cross.
The devil doesn't easily enter the room of a pious person."
After thinking for a while, the monk nodded believingly: "Okay then."
Cheng Qianxun almost stopped laughing.
No matter what, he would have a bed to sleep on and food to eat tonight.
The room where the monks lived was relatively sloppily cleaned, but the smell on the bed was too strong.
In this place where people haven't bathed for thousands of years, the smell of people's bodies can make modern people faint after smelling it.
There are only simple furniture in the room.
Streamlined to the point where it can barely meet daily needs.
On the wall next to it, there was a huge black cross nailed.
There was no broom in the room, probably because I was afraid that she would sit on the broom and fly away from the window.
The window is not big to begin with.
It was also sealed with wooden strips.
It makes the air in the room smell even worse.
But you should be content.
There are beds, quilts, and pillows here.
There are smells and smells, and your nose will be wiped out after you smell them.
At this moment, I can't imagine what the place where the woman with all her clothes looked like now is unimaginable.
Dirty, rancid, damp. . .
Her neck and limbs were fixed in shackles fixed on the wall, and she could only kneel.
It would take two days and two nights to do this, and she would not be allowed to eat, drink, or go to the toilet during this period.
After a while, dinner arrived.
The monk put the plate on the ground and turned around to run away.
The door was closed again and there was a sound of locking.
Reger is absolutely right.
Europe was too poor in the Middle Ages.
When dinner arrived, Cheng Qianxun could only roll his eyes.
A piece of brown bread, a glass of wine, and finally a piece of meat and a little butter.
This treatment should be considered very good.
She picked up the plate, walked to the bed and sat down, took a bite of the black bread. . .
Well, God, I almost threw up.
There is a lot of bran in it, and there are really sawdust in it.
How can anyone eat this?
Forget it, at least it is a purely natural food.
Even if it contains sawdust, it is still a type of carbohydrate and is much healthier than modern poisonous flour and poisonous rice.
At least it won't kill anyone The night is long and there is enough time to chew slowly.
When she drank the wine in one gulp, while her body warmed up, she got into bed with her clothes on and went to sleep.
"Witch, get up, get up" someone shouted at the door, causing Cheng Qianxun to wake up from his sleep.
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It will be daybreak soon, okay, keep making up stories, it will take one day as long as you can.
Cheng Qianxun got up from the bed, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Is there breakfast?
Just some breakfast, eggs and oatmeal.
Only after I'm full can I confess and reveal many of the devil's secrets.
I have first-hand information.
It’s not even written in the Bible.”
The three people at the door rolled their eyes in unison.
One of them was the fat monk.
He helplessly said to another monk who was probably a lower-ranking monk: "Give her something to eat
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