In the morning, it was still black bread, which tasted terrible.
It's almost like eating hard wood, and there are indeed wood chips in the bread.
Fortunately, I was given a small glass of wine to wash it down if I choked.
Cheng Qianxun said while eating: "Let's just say it here, it's smelly and wet down there.
I can't bear to let the priest and the judge stay there!
It's so nice here, the air is good, and there's no need to light oil lamps or torches."
The monk heard that it made sense.
Who doesn't want to live comfortably?
So he sent someone to call the judge and recorder.
The judge simply lay down on the bed and slept.
I really don't know how long he can sleep in a day.
Then go on, not trying to be coherent, just trying to be attractive.
So she continued to make up nonsense: "The things those so-called witches did yesterday were all tricks of low-level witches.
I don't know how to do baby oil."
"Then what did you do?"
The recording officer simply stopped recording it.
Otherwise, people would be exhausted if they continued writing like this.
In order to attract them to continue listening, Cheng Qianxun promoted the woman who fought to save her life in One Thousand and One Nights and said to the attraction: "The first is to turn stone into gold.
Your alchemy is to turn brass into gold, but I can turn stones into gold.
If I practice successfully, anything I touch can turn into gold.”
The eyes of the "gold" people suddenly sparkled with gold, and they were indeed greedy for money.
"Three drops of toad urine, five spoonfuls of bat guano, finger bones of a young woman buried in a grave for at least fifty years..."
Cheng Qianxun began to talk nonsense about the formula for turning stone into gold, which made the recording officer record it with great interest, Obviously I plan to try it myself in the future.
After all, it is a magic that turns stone into gold.
He talked about turning stones into gold for about half an hour, and then said proudly: "I never use that thing when riding a broomstick.
I am a very high-level witch.
Usually I make flying carpets.
I have to use pure A woolen Persian carpet will fly when you drop a special potion on it.
The formula of the potion is to boil the rain and dew from the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and then throw in a chicken head and at least one piece of it.
Ten years of jerky.”
When this potion is really cooked, it will be a broth containing a variety of meats at most.
So this is not enough.
Cheng Qianxun added some ingredients: "You need to draw a charm and stick it on the head of the carpet.
After sitting on the carpet, drop the magic potion, bite your finger and drop the blood on the charm.
Finally, recite a spell." ” "You must be passionate and believe that you will succeed, so that the magic can enter the flying carpet."
She also demonstrated sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if she was sitting on the carpet.
He raised his hands like holding the moon, and whispered in the deliberately low voice of the witches and wizards in film and television works: "Pineapple and jackfruit..."
"The flying carpet..."
The monk urged the recorder excitedly: "Did you write it down?
Did you write it down?"
"Okay, okay, my good priest, I have written it all down.
Pineapple, jackfruit, and honey."
The recorder didn't dare to be lazy this time, and wrote everything down word for word.
If it hadn't been a matter of life and death, she would have almost burst out laughing.
After finishing writing.
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The recorder felt that he had already written several pages, and it seemed that there was no need for a trial, so he said: "I still need to ask.
How did she sell her soul to the devil."
"Oh, this is a long story."
Of course Cheng Qianxun wanted to take advantage of such a good topic and took the initiative to explain: "Not ordinary people can sell their souls to the devil.
It also depends on whether the devil needs it.
For example The devil must be very interested in the priest's soul, which is so pure and upright.
As for those stupid civilians, the devil will take care of them at will.
Even if they do bad things again, the devil will not give them more wealth.
Alliance, often at night.”
He talked and talked, and again his mouth went dry.
The recorder had to put down his pen: "My good priest, we have two other witches who have not yet been tried."
"That woman is still locked up and will be released tomorrow."
The monk said impatiently.
The recorder reminded: "Today the old woman has to go to the river to be judged by God."
The monk could only sigh: "Then take her to the river.
By the way, whether she is willing to plead guilty or not.
If she pleads guilty, she will be burned tomorrow; if she does not plead guilty, she will be sentenced by God."
It seems that people are like firewood and can be burned at will.
"Then that's it for today.
I hope this poor old woman pleads guilty and forgets it.
She is so skinny that she will be able to float."
The monk took everyone out with a little anger.
Including the judge who was sleeping on the bed, he lifted him up and wanted to go to the river to watch the divine judgment together.
When everyone went out and the door was locked again, Cheng Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief.
The tense nerves finally relaxed, and she sat on the edge of the bed, feeling hungry again.
"No, please, God."
A cry came out, it was the old woman's voice.
Cheng Qianxun stood up from the edge of the bed, walked to the window, and looked down through the gap between the wooden boards.
And farmers have seen it, and some children are running and reporting: "The witch is going to be drowned, the witch is going to be drowned..."
The old woman was finally not naked.
She was wearing a large coarse cloth robe that reached to her feet, which ordinary farmers wore when sleeping.
Obviously, this dress was only a temporary cover-up.
When you get to the river, you should remove all "worldly things", which of course includes clothes.
Then his bare hands and feet were tied up, stuffed into a cage and thrown into the river.
When the time comes to tie them up, you can see clearly from anywhere on the body.
No wonder those farmers quickly dropped what they were doing and came out to watch the fun when they heard that a witch was about to drown.
The wounds on the old woman's hands, feet, and face have become scarred, and the blood has dried and is clearly visible.
She cried, limping to the river with bare feet.
It was impossible for the old woman to escape.
Her body had become extremely weak after repeated torture.
Her disheveled hair and bloody face looked so terrifying that even if she cried again, people would believe that she was a witch.
There were seven or eight fat monks, recorders, executioners, and an old judge who was hunched over and needed help.
After the group of people had gone away, Cheng Qianxun secretly felt sorry for the old woman and felt lucky for his decision.
If half the candle is burned out, you will either drown or be burned to death.
If the basket is lucky enough to sink.
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Only if no one drowned could he be lucky enough to escape.
But the humiliation suffered is enough to make people miserable and unforgettable for the rest of their lives.
He raised his head and saw that it was already noon.
She tried to pull the wooden board on the window with her hands, and it was nailed really firmly.
Then door try, she walked to the door.
The door is locked from the outside.
If she wanted to get out, she could only force her way out, but there were still people in the church.
Even if she escaped from the church, those ignorant peasants who no longer had any sense of morality would definitely hunt her down for fifty copper coins.
There are also about a dozen monks in this church, as well as seven or eight executioners who specialize in interrogating witches.
They can both use swords and hold the witch down.
Everyone carries a sword, like a mercenary or a goon.
Since there is no way to escape.
Just sleep.
I'm hungry again, and I don't expect them to bring lunch.
Many farmers only eat two meals a day.
Sleeping can refresh your mind, and you can also close your eyes and think about what "confession" to make up next.
You don’t feel hungry even when you fall asleep, you can achieve multiple things with one stone.
The bed smelled even worse after the judge slept on it, and I had to wash it no more than three times in my life. . . oh.
It seems that the old woman is finally going to get clean today.
Sleeping in a daze is not as comfortable as lying down, but it is worse than kneeling as a woman in the secret room of the cellar.
Lying down and waiting for the meal to be served is like the treatment of a master.
And that woman will be hungry until tomorrow night, and people will be fooled by then.
After about two hours, when the sun was setting and the sky was getting a little dark, those people came back; but by this time, the old woman was no longer there.
What else, of course, is to burn the body immediately after drowning to prevent the witch from resurrecting.
After a while, the door opened, a plate of food was placed on the floor, and then the door was closed again.
She got up quickly, her stomach was already hungry.
Looking at the things on the plate, I almost sighed, a piece of black bread, black bread, black bread. . .
But obviously pleased with her performance today, butter, meat and a cooked potato.
She ate the potatoes quickly with butter, and gnawed slowly at the meat and brown bread.
Not only was the bread bad, the meat was also tasteless.
Think of dried meat that can hang for decades.
When you eat it, it is soaked in the river for two or three days and then the oxides on the surface are scraped off.
There was an indescribable smell of rotting corpses, and the feeling of chewing meat in your mouth was like chewing tofu dregs.
The crumbs in your mouth had no smell of meat at all.
Meat is not as good as bread.
Eat the meat first, then lie on the bed and eat the bread slowly.
You must eat them all, otherwise you will quickly become hungry again.
These people are really diligent, and they came again at dawn.
Cheng Qianxun could only use a hodgepodge of myths and legends from various countries, put on the cloak of this sect, and continue to deceive.
When it came to noon, the recorder became impatient at first: "Can the sentence be pronounced?"
He patted the thick stack of parchment on the table: "This is enough for ten witches, do I still need to write it down?"
Before the monk could reply, the judge who was snoring on the bed with his mouth open sat up like a corpse and crossed himself on his chest: "In the name of God..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I still have a lot to repent of."
Cheng Qianxun was anxious.
Once he was sentenced, he would be waiting for death.
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She quickly said: "The ability to turn stone into gold is not actually the most powerful thing.
The most powerful thing is immortality."
The pill of immortality.
Put all the required medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace and bake it for seven or forty-nine days.
If the pill does not break, it will be made.
If it is taken, it will prolong your life.
Then after eating it, you will be forever young and immortal.”
Seeing these churchgoers, their eyes widened.
Even the judge, who had been confused all the time, could not sleep.
He supported his old body, pointed his finger and asked in an excited and trembling voice: "Really, really?"
"Of course it's true," Cheng Qianxun said confidently: "I've lived for so long, do you think I look old?
It's just that refining alchemy is more troublesome.
If you want, oh, of course you have real evidence of the crime.
I can refine it."
"Refining, refining...cough cough cough..."
The judge, who looked like he was about to be buried, coughed violently in excitement.
"Okay, you witch."
The recorder didn't want to write anymore.
What he wrote in the past two days could probably be published in a book: "Hurry up and declare her a witch.
Hang her to death and burn her to death tomorrow.
Hurry up." ah":