Chapter 4437 City Lord, you are going too far!
For those in power, face is actually very important and related to many things.
If you lose all face, many things will be lost.
It has become a tacit behavior among the monks to save some face and leave some leeway in doing things.
Otherwise, the hatred will be unresolved and there will be no possibility of resolving it.
The tacit rules were not enjoyed by Tang Zhen, and the monks only felt humiliated.
Before, he was disgraced in front of countless mortals, and then he was sent to prison on foot.
Such behavior is like parading through the streets.
The surprise and sarcasm in the eyes of those mortals made a group of monks want to get into the pit on the roadside.
They are all seniors and experts, and they are looked up to and lofty by others on weekdays. How have they ever experienced such humiliation?
It was even more outrageous at this moment. They actually asked them to act as guards, and they were not allowed to refuse.
Having never been treated like this before, Master Lu Yun asked angrily, not only out of righteous indignation, but also to remind Tang Zhen again.
Behind them, there are two major alliances. Do they really want to be enemies of both parties?
The other monks remained silent, but looked at Tang Zhen at the same time, feeling incredible in their hearts.
This strong young man with unknown origins does not play according to the routine at all, giving people a sense of unscrupulousness.
Arrogant and powerful, it makes people helpless.
Facing the question from Master Lu Yun, Tang Zhen chuckled and shook his head.
Silence is the answer.
The cultivators couldn't help but get a little crazy when they didn't get the answer. They had never been so irritable as they were at this moment.
I wanted to say something more and tried to get a chance through communication, but in the end I underestimated Tang Zhen's patience.
Regardless of whether they are willing or not, these monks must work hard, and there is no need to waste time on things that have already been decided.
It seems that from now on, it is necessary to be stricter with these prisoners to avoid having some inappropriate thoughts.
Tang Zhen knew in his heart that he was just a young man from a mountain village. It would be difficult for him to gain an advantage in words when arguing with these veterans in the spiritual world.
In this case, use your strengths and avoid weaknesses, without causing obstacles for yourself or giving the other party a chance.
“That’s it.”
Tang Zhen waved his hand and announced the result directly. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to these monks.
The faces of the monks changed, with angry expressions on their faces. Why is this guy so shameless?
But after thinking about it, I felt that this was an opportunity, and I might be able to escape from the devil's cave.
Before they could react, Tang Zhen suddenly took action and put helmets on the heads of the monks.
“Damn, what the hell is this?”
The monks were shocked and subconsciously wanted to resist, but it had no effect at all.
They were all imprisoned, unable to even move their eyes, and could only watch in despair as the helmets were locked on their heads.
I was put on a collar before, and now I am put on a halter. I feel like an animal.
Having experienced Tang Zhen's methods, you can guess that this helmet is very unusual, and it may have some function that can make people collapse in despair.
Sure enough, the helmet made a sound when the thought came up.
Countless thin threads shot out, penetrated into the heads of the monks, and then wandered around along the meridians.
It is like a big tree that uses the monk's body as soil and takes root and grows in a very short period of time.
Feeling the changes in their bodies, the monks were filled with grief and anger. Compared to the confinement ring, the control of the helmet was more decisive, leaving no chance at all.
All the meridians in the body are invaded by this strange thin line, and there is no omission at all.
At the same time, all kinds of rules appeared in my heart like a magic sound penetrating my brain.
The rules tell practitioners what to do and what to avoid.
If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished.
This kind of punishment originates from the internal organs. The person who is punished is worse than dead and wishes he could be reduced to ashes in order to be freed.
But under the control of the helmet, it is really impossible to die.
In order to make it clear to the monks that the rules are definitely not intimidation, a three-second trial version was given as a gift.
All the monks fell to the ground at the same time, twitching and shaking wildly. Although their faces could not be seen clearly, their postures must be extremely ferocious. Three seconds flew by, but to the victim, it seemed like three years had passed.
They stood up from the ground, but they were as quiet as sculptures, without making any sound.
This state is very strange, as if nothing has happened, but in fact it represents the surrender of the monks.
They actually have their own judgment, know what they have encountered, and know better what to do.
Stay silent and follow instructions to avoid further pain.
There is no point in fighting at least at this moment.
Seeing the monks being so obedient, Tang Zhen felt very satisfied. He was indeed a senior practitioner and knew how to assess the situation.
The rules that need to be followed have been implanted in the helmets and instilled in the monks.
With the memory of a monk, he will definitely remember it clearly, and there is no way he will miss anything.
After confirming that there was no problem, Tang Zhen turned off the confinement ring, but did not remove it directly.
You might as well keep this thing, you might need it sometime.
If someone deliberately destroys it, the ring will still function and severely punish the wearer.
"In the days to come, please work harder and send airships to each other to ensure safety.
When the conditions are right, I will let you leave.
Of course, before that, please abide by the rules to avoid causing trouble to yourself. "
Tang Zhen issued a warning, but what he received was still silence. The practitioners whose faces were hidden by their helmets obviously did not want to deal with the culprit.
I could see the mood of these tool men. Not good, Tang Zhen didn't bother to pay attention at all, they were just a group of prisoners, no need to care Are they happy?
The helmet has been successfully activated, so there is no need to worry about the next thing. Lou Ling will restrict their words and deeds.
They can move freely within the allowed range. , you can also travel with the airship
There is no need to worry about them walking too far, and there is no need to worry about losing control. There is no possibility of escaping even if they run to the edge of the sea.
"From now on, you can move freely. I wish you happiness."
After Tang Zhen said a word, he turned around and left without closing the prison door.
As he said before, the monks can move freely without any restrictions.
After Tang Zhen left, the hall was quiet, and no sound could be heard at all.
A dozen figures stood quietly, each wearing the same helmet, covering their gloomy faces.
Due to the convergence of breath, it is also impossible to distinguish the true body.
The only way to identify one's identity is through their respective clothes. As strong men from different sects, the clothes they wear are all distinctive.
But at this moment, looking at their respective costumes, the monks fell into silence.
“I have a batch of cloaks of the same style stored in my storage equipment. I wonder if you guys need them?”
After a few breaths of silence, a figure suddenly spoke.
Now that the confinement has been removed, items can naturally be taken out.
In fact, before that, their storage equipment was searched to see if there was enough gold and silver.
Unexpectedly, these senior monks have no regard for things that smell like copper, resulting in a pitifully small amount of gold and silver.
As for the other things, Tang Zhen didn't like them at all, so he returned them intact.
Since the monks are allowed to do things, they must be given some benefits. If their weapons and equipment are taken away, their combat effectiveness will only be severely damaged.
A large number of cloaks appeared, and each of the monks took one to cover the original magical robes.
“Go out and take a look?”
There was another voice, which seemed to be Master Lu Yun, asking for the opinions of the cultivators.
"...that's fine."
(End of this chapter)