Chapter 23 Slaughter
"Quiet Sword View", this practice taught to An Jing by a mysterious voice, is a meditation method.
This method of thinking allows you to visualize a rusty sword in your mind, brush it with your thoughts, lower it with your heart, and rub it with your hands. Finally, you can cultivate a quiet and transparent sword heart, which can calm the mind. Fuyi Ma, feel at ease.
It is also a spiritual cultivation method that can increase spiritual thoughts and suppress the spiritual impact brought by the "Emperor Tian Guan Shen One Yuan Qi Nourishing Method".
An Jing does not need to practice to the ultimate level, and now is not the time to break through the inner breath. He only needs to visualize this sword, suppress the evil thoughts in his heart, and suppress the influence of the demon meat and ruthless water that he has taken for too long.
Recite the mantra in a low voice, visualize the rusty sword in your mind, carve it persistently, have clear thoughts, and practice it calmly.
A quarter of an hour later, An Jing opened his eyes, and pure murderous intent flashed past. He felt that many of the restraints and thorns that had been entangled in his soul were chopped off by a sword light, making his thinking more agile and clear. The grasp of the innate Qi in the body becomes clearer and more sensitive.
He stood up and said, "There is a sound."
It was late at night, the rainy night was noisy, and there was thunder, but the manor was not empty. The fire was swaying, but Anjing still heard the sound in the building not far away.
It was the voice of a child, wailing and crying.
There are still people alive.
And Jianyin also issued instructions: [Enter the dungeon, there is a key there - if you want to obtain power beyond all else, that is the key]
"clear."
An Jing didn't know who the mysterious sword sound was, but he could tell that the other party was definitely not the same as the Demon Sect, but was their enemy, and he had helped him several times along the way.
He was willing to follow the other person's instructions: "But how to get in?"
He has found the 'dungeon' where the sound is located. It is a building integrated with the mountain. Only a part of it protrudes outside, and most of the structure of the entire building is located inside the mountain.
The main entrance was an iron gate. Anjing didn't have a key and couldn't rush in with brute force. The sound would definitely attract many guards and instructors stationed at Dongshan Farm.
[There is a window on the side]
The sound of the sword guided: [You can go in from there, but you have to find a way on your own]
An Jing quickly found the 'window' that Jian Sheng mentioned. It was a ventilation opening on the side of the building, with iron bars as a fence, and the flickering lights in the dungeon could be vaguely seen.
The iron bar was not of high quality and had become somewhat decayed over the years, but it was still not something that could be easily twisted - An Jing could break it with brute force, but the sound it would make would definitely alarm the people around him.
However, An Jing is wise enough... Even if his wisdom in this life is not enough, he still has Su Hui.
Looking around, An Jing quickly found some wooden strips in the corner, and then tore off the lining of his clothes and turned them into cloth strips.
He wetted the cloth strips with rain, arranged the wooden strips into a cross, and then wrapped the soaked cloth strips between the cross wooden strips and two iron rods to form a kink, making it a labor-saving lever.
An Jing slowly twisted the wood and used the principle of leverage to tighten the cloth.
The cloth soaked in moisture was even tougher, and the iron rod was indeed made of poor quality. He actually twisted it bit by bit, creating two more holes for the young man to drill through.
"That's the principle of leverage."
After seeing the iron rod of the breathable window really bent by himself, An Jing couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that the simple principles he had mastered could be so effective in practice. It was amazing that such ordinary materials could be used to turn decay into something magical. The wisdom of the world.
In fact, there is not much difference between opening the lever and opening it with force, except that the lever is more stable, and Anjing is also cautious to avoid using too much force and alarming the people inside.
Now is not the time to lament.
Anjing is like a big cat, crawling into the ventilation window.
He arrived inside the dungeon.
In the dark dungeon, storm water vapor mixed with the wind, and there was only a little kerosene light in the distant corridor, which smelled bad and was swaying.
The dungeon was full of urine and stench, and weak whines and moans could be heard endlessly. At the same time, there was also a chilling smell of blood.
An Jing looked around cautiously. This was a straight corridor made of bluestone, full of dirt, and dimly lit. It took him a while to see clearly the scene inside.
Then, biting coldness surged from the end of his spine, causing him to lose the ability to speak for a while.
Slaughterhouse.
If you are lucky enough to have been to a slaughterhouse, you will know what real slaughter is: the butcher will put the animal on a rack, fix the body, and then use bolts or a sledgehammer to drive nails into the animal's head, or Beat him until he faints.
A skilled butcher will keenly cut the blood vessels on both sides of the animal's neck at this time, drain the blood as quickly as possible, and catch it in a bucket without wasting any waste. The livestock may struggle at this time, but the strong frame will restrain all its movements. They can only scream and cry until the last bit of strength is exhausted with the blood, until the tears turn into blood.
Then, the skin bag that had been drained of blood was hung on a hook and hung on a beam, and then its belly was cut open, and all its internal organs fell into the basin.
Their bodies will sway with the movements of the butcher, exuding a fishy smell. If you are a skilled butcher, you can separate all their meat and bones with just a knife, and finally only The next one is a pale bone.
This is the slaughterhouse. People who are not used to seeing death will feel frightened and nauseated when they come here, even if it is an animal that dies. This is the work of processing life as a material, so the sages would say that a gentleman stays far away from the kitchen.
This is just livestock.
but……
What if the person being slaughtered is a human being?
What if those hanging bodies, those bones, eyeballs, blood and internal organs... all come from familiar people?
"Devil Cult... Hey, I didn't understand what a demon was before, but now I understand a little bit." The teeth-crunching chill that emerged from the depths of blood and bones was replaced by a wave of coldness that was born from the mind. The anger was swept away, and An Jing's face did not change at this moment, but looked around everything in front of him with an extreme calmness, the 'bodies' hanging on both sides of the dungeon wall.
Zhao Yongan, Xu Yi, Xie Pinglan, Li Junyi, Zhao Raner...
One name after another emerged, remembered by him, and kept in the deepest part of his heart.
Because I have talent, I am not an animal... What if I don't have it?
Closing his eyes, An Jing still remembered his mission. He could not be carried away by anger.
Because there are still people alive.
There are many children alive in the cell, but most of them are tired and asleep, and a few are still moaning in a daze.
An Jing smelled the smell of 'heartless water'. It seemed that those potions were given to these boys and girls to drink, so that they were forced into this 'settled' state, unable to struggle or harm themselves, unable to resist, and unable to observe their surroundings.
An Jing stared at each of their faces in silence. An Jing remembered that all of their faces were children of calamity that had been gradually 'eliminated' over the past few months.
Although there are still some people who haven't seen it, most people must have been waiting here, waiting for death to come?
【The key is in front】
The sound of the sword became more sinister and guided. An Jing followed the guidance and saw that there was the exit of the dungeon.
There is a guard at the exit.
It was an older member of the Demon Cult, with white hair and a fairly strong body. He was sitting on a chair with his head to the side, sleeping soundly.
An Jing recognized the other party. He was an uncommon teacher named Song. He could only see him occasionally. It turned out that he was here as a guard.
Also, no matter how loose the management is, no matter how easy it is to watch over the children, there still has to be someone guarding the door.
An Jing looked carefully and found that there was also an empty potion cup on the table - did this old man have insomnia and use a sedative like Wuqingshui as a sleeping pill?
——Haha, is it because you feel uneasy because you can’t see such a tragic image? He is really not qualified to be a member of the Demon Cult!
Feeling extremely calm, Anjing saw the keys hanging on the wall nearby. There were several groups, each group containing three keys.
【Take the key】
An Jing narrowed his eyes and stared at the old man from the Demon Cult in front of him.
This old guy is also in the realm of inner breath. Fortunately, he is not a mature man. In this case, if the opponent is suddenly awakened, he still has the possibility to defeat the opponent quickly.
However, he was too sleepy. An Jing walked forward and quietly took the key back. During the whole trip, Professor Song didn't react at all. An Jing even smelled the smell of wine.
——This old guy drinks alcohol and drugs? An Jing was quite speechless. With this kind of quality, he could twist the opponent's head off with one hand.
But now is not the time. An Jing took the key and got out of the vent.
He used wooden strips to restore the twisted iron rod bit by bit. Although there was some distortion, most people couldn't see it.
【Walk】
Jianyin was a little excited: [Go to the storage room in the next building]
"Um."
An Jing took a deep breath, his heart was beating wildly, and then he suddenly looked in the direction of the village: "Wait, there is a sound over there!"
After initially learning the Quiet Sword Observation and polishing the rusty sword with his own anger, hatred and powerlessness, Anjing's perception became more sensitive - this method of thinking can greatly improve Anjing's perception and sensitivity of the five senses, allowing him to see something Shadows are slowly coming towards Dongshan: "Someone is coming from our village!"
[This may also be a test for you - indulgence also has a time limit]
The sound of the sword returned to calm: [Are you going to take advantage of the chaos and go back, or are you following my instructions? 】
"Do you even need to ask?"
An Jing didn't hesitate at all. He walked quickly to the storage room: "I have made up my mind and I will not change it."
The Tibetan Room was not very far from the dungeon, separated by a long road. Anjing walked quickly and soon arrived at the Tibetan Room.
The storage room, like the dungeon, is also located inside the mountain, and the black iron door is locked.
【Open the door】
The sound of the Qingling sword rarely trembled.
An Jing took out the keys and tried the two keys one by one except the dungeon key.
The first one didn't work and couldn't turn. An Jing didn't panic and immediately changed to the second one.
Twist, open.
The Tianyi Sect's Tibetan Chamber opened its door to Anjing.
(End of chapter)