Imperial city Luoyang.

Dali Temple.

If you have experienced this rebellion, there may not be an emperor, nor will there be a general in command of the army who will return to the court to receive rewards and punishments, but there will definitely be a minister of Dali Temple. Dali Temple is in charge of the management of criminal cases in the world. After this rebellion is pacified, it is inevitable that you will have to deal with those who are about to rebel.

And now Mo Wendong is the minister of Dali Temple.

At this moment, he had already removed from the position of Minister of Justice and handed over the position to those who deserved his trust and Emperor Jingyang. From when, the Dali Temple Minister not only had to hear the case and convict, but also had to come to the Ministry of Justice to personally supervise the criminals who were under his trial to receive torture. At this time, Mo Wendong was sitting in a dark and wet prison, sitting on a carpet made of skins that could not be seen as a beast, drinking tea silently.

On the other side of him was a young Taoist priest holding a whisk. He did not step into the carpet, but stood there, playing with two copper plates in his right hand.

"Sir Xiao, why don't you come and sit down and drink a cup of tea with me?" Mo Wendong asked in confusion.

"Master, please don't urge me again." Xiao Haochen raised his hand and grabbed the copper plate in the air. "Don't think I don't know where this is. I don't dare to sit on the skin on the ground."

Mo Wendong touched the carpet, "Isn't it just a leather bag? You and I are all wearing this leather bag and walking in the world, so what are the concerns?"

"Master, why not just treat it as a small path, I have a cleanliness." Xiao Haochen gently threw out the copper coin, watched it flip around the air, and hit the back of the other hand, "Master, I have never understood why you should give up the position of the Minister of Justice? In my opinion, there are only a handful of people who can do better than you."

"How to say it?" Mo Wendong's expression moved slightly.

"If you don't want to say it far away, just take the nearest Tianji Ni case." Xiao Haochen no longer looked at the copper coins in his hand. "That time not only eliminated a competitor to the throne for His Majesty, but also made those members of the Tianji Pavilion who were delusional to make trouble obediently obey the orders of the Lord of the Tianji Pavilion."

Mo Wendong Youyou said, "But I think I may not be suitable for sitting in this position."

"Because it's not suitable?" Xiao Haochen frowned.

"It's not because it's not suitable, but because I'm not the most suitable." Mo Wendong smiled and raised his hand to hit Xiao Haochen with a teacup.

Xiao Haochen took the teacup and drank it, "I hope to hear it clearly."

"Do you know that the Yongqin State has a cool history, and has created various torture instruments to torture prisoners to make life worse than death. Even the emperors of the dynasty kept him away. It is said that when he was executing his execution, the screams of the criminals could spread throughout the Yongqin Imperial City. Some people in the court gave them the nickname "Yong Gui King of Hell". "Mo Wendong said slowly.

"Of course I know. My master said that it was because of this man torture the prisoner that the screams made by Yong Qin were too terrifying, which caused the country's fortune to be greatly damaged, and it was later destroyed by Liangyang." Xiao Haochen nodded.

"Yes. Compared with this person, the current Minister of Justice," Mo Wendong paused and said, "It is more cruel than it is, but even more."

"What?" Xiao Haochen shouted softly. He knew everything about the King of the Yong Ghost, but Mo Wendong could not have known it. He recommended this more cruel person as the Minister of Justice. Do you ignore the fate of Liangyang?

Mo Wendong saw his concerns and smiled slightly, "This person is also highly valued by His Majesty. I'm afraid no one in the world should pay more attention to the national fortune and power than the emperor. Master Xiao doesn't have to worry too much. When this person is executed, he will die silently. Are you willing to accompany me to watch it?"

Xiao Haochen was immediately attracted by interest, "Then please lead the way."

The two walked through several secret passages and came to a wide and neat space, which was very different from the dark and humid environment just now. What surprised Xiao Haochen was that except for a few golden iron chains, there was no torture instruments, and there was no smell of blood, and there was even a faint fragrance.

In the corner was a man in black robe, contemplating the black charcoal tied to an iron pile.

He noticed the traces of the two, turned around, his voice ethereal: "Master, Yu Jing has sent a message, and those children have already walked out of Fenghua Sect. Among them, Luo Feiyu, do you want me to follow him and help you find out the traces of these people in time?"

It was Yu Wei, one of the black and white eunuchs.

After Xiao Haochen nodded slightly to Yuwei, he walked over to him, looking at the piece of black charcoal that was almost as high as a person.

Mo Wendong patted his shoulder, "Where is the king's land in the world, where can they escape? Just stay here honestly." Then he looked at the black charcoal, "But you seem to have forgotten the rules. Don't you have to wait for the Dali Temple Minister to come before you can torture?"

Xiao Haochen seemed to notice something, squinted his eyes, and withdrew his hand on the black charcoal like lightning, sniffed the fragrance on his hand, and retreated to Mo Wendong.

Yu Wei smiled bitterly and stretched out his left hand with only the bones left. There seemed to be black flames on it. "Sorry, Master, this is a master in Lingyue Realm. I really can't stand this temptation, and I can't for a moment."

"It seems that I'm right. This is indeed a corpse." Xiao Haochen looked at the huge black charcoal and smiled bitterly: "How did it do it."

"The martial arts practiced by Yu Wei is called "Napo Ghost Clothes", which was created by the devil who stepped into the ninth floor of the King of Hell's Palace and borrowed the King of Hell's Clothes. It can absorb souls and turn some of its internal energy into its own use until this person dies." Mo Wendong turned around and looked at Xiao Haochen, "How? Is his torture method more suitable than me?"

"In this world, there is really a martial art that attracts people's internal strength?" Xiao Haochen was slightly surprised. "I usually only saw it in vernacular novels. Now it seems that I am ignorant of the Tao."

"Don't the King of Hell only exist in the novel "Why do you know that those who write novels have really experienced it?" Mo Wendong smiled and looked at Yuwei, "And I asked him to practice this technique to make him pursue what he wants!"

Yuwei hurriedly knelt down and clasped his fists, "Thank you, lord!"

"If one day someone wants to break your life of glory and wealth, what should you do?" Mo Wendong asked with his head down.

"Of course I killed him!" Yu Wei's eyes showed fierce light.

"Okay!" Mo Wendong shouted: "Then, you will nourish your bone hands here. When that day comes, I hope you can use the strongest palm without hesitation!"

"yes!"

A moment later, outside the dungeon, Xiao Haochen sniffed his hand and looked back at the dungeon, "Master Mo has taken over a madman as his disciple."

"There is always a shortage of madmen who are driven crazy by obsessions." Mo Wendong said lightly: "Yuwei, he can never be the only madman."
Chapter completed!