Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 190

"Woo woo woo..."

"Your Majesty, please wake up. What's wrong? The old uncle is already over 80 years old. Why did you lock him up?"

"Filial piety doesn't exist. Filial piety doesn't exist. This will be laughed at by the people of the world. Woo woo woo..."

Lord Gong cried with snot and tears.

Beating his chest and stamping his feet.

But the old uncle glared at Lord Gong and shouted:

"How can a former first-rank official and the best craftsman of Dayu cry here!"

"Since you are here, make the best of it. Don't cry."

"At most, you will die. His Majesty will not destroy your three or nine clans. Just wait."

The old uncle opened the innermost cell and walked in.

He sat cross-legged on the hay without saying a word.

He was very open-minded and didn't care at all.

Shocked by the momentum of the old uncle, the camps on both sides did not dare to say much for a while.

The old uncle suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"What are you jailers doing? Why don't you come and close the cell door for me!"

The voice was as loud as a bell.

Gu Tianfu shivered with fear.

He kicked Wansheng and pursed his lips.

Wansheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and close the cell door where the old uncle was imprisoned.

This old uncle was really different.

As soon as he came in, he calmed down the two sides who were biting like mad dogs.

Tap tap tap...

Steady footsteps came from behind.

Everyone looked back and saw that it was Lord Wei Faqin who had not been seen for many days.

"Greetings to Lord Wei!"

"Greetings to Lord Wei!"

"..."

The black soldiers in Area A saluted with fists.

Lord Wei glanced at the official area and his eyes stayed on Lin Hun.

"No need to be polite."

"Lin Hun, you're here in the Black Prison, very good, very good."

"Yesterday you broke the thirteen iron nails that sealed Lord Gong's body, which can be said to be a great achievement to prevent Lord Gong from dying in the Black Prison."

"I have ordered people to record your merits. Keep accumulating. I will recommend you to the prison guard hall in the future."

Wei Faqin greeted Lin Hun specially.

"Thanks to Lord Wei, Lin Hun has changed from a white soldier to a black soldier."

Lin Hun said politely with a fist.

With Wei Faqin, the biggest official in the Black Prison, as his backer, he can stay here with peace of mind.

There is no need to worry about other messy oppression and troubles in the officialdom and the prison.

"Very good. In a few days, this official will come to you for something. Don't let your white soldier skills become rusty."

Wei Faqin nodded to Gu Tianfu and Lin Hun and then walked into the prison area.

Lin Hun nodded to show that he knew.

The other black soldiers looked at Lin Hun with awe again.

Lin Hun is Lord Wei's man!

This time it was confirmed.

Lord Wei also recommended Lin Hun to join the prison guard hall!

Once you enter the prison guard hall, it's like entering a deep sea.

From then on, you will be a high-ranking official and noble!

Wei Fach walked into the cell of the old uncle and bowed:

"Lord uncle, I'm sorry for wronging you. I, Wei Fach, the black prison historian, pay my respects to Lord uncle!"

The old uncle came, and even Wei Fach had to pay his respects.

So the masters in this official area are really hard to serve.

"Lord Wei, I am just a prisoner of yours, there is no need to be so polite."

"Let's go, I need to meditate and practice. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

The old uncle was not polite to Lord Wei at all and ordered him to leave.

Quite a character.

Lord Wei didn't care. He clasped his fists to the old uncle and the bigwigs on both sides and left.

Actually, it's easy to understand.

Lord Wei's backer is the Prince of Zhenbei, and the youngest son of the Prince of Zhenbei publicly expressed his support for the new queen.

So the old uncle of the old queen would naturally not give Wei Faqin a good face.

Despite this, the two of them still did a good job on the surface.

They are all old hands in the officialdom and will not tear their faces for such things.

"Lord Wei, Lin Hun is waiting for your dispatch at any time."

Lin Hun said to Wei Faqin.

"Good. I will find you when the time comes."

Wei Faqin came to see the old uncle specially. He nodded and left in a hurry after everything was fine.

It can be seen that he is very busy.

"Farewell Lord Wei!"

"Farewell Lord Wei!"

"..."

The black soldiers in Area A saluted Lord Wei's back.

Seeing that Lord Wei had gone far away, the black soldiers in Area A looked at Lin Hun with even more respect and awe.

The official area black prison was unusually quiet.

The old uncle said nothing, his back was straight and he closed his eyes to practice.

The bigwigs in the court on the left and right were all silent.

For a moment, there was a rare quiet and tranquility here.

Gu Tianfu showed a rare relaxed expression on his face. He came to the side and lay on the camp bed and fell asleep.

"Lin Hun, you and Wansheng will be on duty during the day, and I and others will be on duty at night. ILet's sleep for a while."

Gu Tianfu and his team relaxed and went to rest.

Lin Hun nodded and stood guard with Wansheng and the other nine people.

The old uncle suddenly opened his eyes and took a look at the ground of this official black prison.

"Hmph, they set up a formation to seal our strange aura. It's obviously the work of those crazy people in the Immortal Temple. ”

Then he stood up and started to punch in his cell.

Old but still strong.

The old uncle's boxing skills are vigorous and he is on a path of no return.

When Lin Hun entered here, he felt that the strange energy in his body was "stuck" by a strange force.

It was as if a stream of glue was poured into the strange energy, sticking it and stagnating it so that it could not flow normally.

The Immortal Temple is really good.

A formation actually has such a strange power.

Just when Lin Hun and Wansheng were sitting there bored in the official district black prison watching the old uncle punching and guarding.

The body shook violently.

Lin Hun was pulled into the spiritual world.

The Tongtian millstone emitted a mysterious, vicissitudes and ancient power that filled Lin Hun's body.

Crack...

The strange energy in the body that was stuck and could not flow began to flow again.

The power of the formation that entered Lin Hun's body It was instantly shattered.

Feeling the powerful force in his body, Lin Hun silently saluted the Tongtian Grinding Wheel.

It seems.

There is no room for other forces under the Tongtian Grinding Wheel.

All the invading enemies must be eliminated.

Lin Hun has become accustomed to the tyranny of the Tongtian Grinding Wheel.

This official district black prison was really quiet and frightening this morning.

Occasionally there were some sounds of adults urinating and defecating in the urinal.

Wansheng and his men were restless all morning.

They kept bringing out the urinals with strong odors for the adults.

Of course, Lin Hun didn't need to do these tasks.

In the eyes of Wansheng and other black soldiers, Lin Hun was a guest of honor of Lord Wei.

Sooner or later, he would do great things.

At noon, finally Lord Gong Ziran of the old queen camp whispered to the old uncle:

"Lord uncle, it's almost lunchtime. Tell the jailers what you want to eat, and they will arrange it for you. "

The old uncle opened his eyes and snorted:

"Two pounds of cornmeal steamed bread and slop porridge mixed with sand."

"Ah?!"

After hearing what the old uncle said, both sides were stunned.

Gong Ziran thought he didn't understand what he meant, and reminded him again:

"The Guisi can provide us with special meals according to our recipes."

But the old uncle snorted and said:

"Two pounds of cornmeal steamed bread and slop porridge mixed with sand." "

The bosses on the left and right rows were completely dumbfounded.

Confirmed that they had heard correctly.

…

It was time for lunch, and a large pile of hot cornmeal steamed buns were served.

Each person had a large bowl of swill porridge mixed with sand.

The old uncle ate two catties of cornmeal steamed buns and drank two large bowls of swill porridge mixed with sand.

The retired bosses on the left and right sides all ate cornmeal steamed buns and swill porridge mixed with sand with tears on their faces.

Instantly, the atmosphere of this official district black prison completely changed.

The black soldiers in District A wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Everyone tried to hold back and watch the show.