Vol 2 Chapter 58: City Lord, you are too deceiving!

For the superior, face is actually very important, and it is related to many things.
If you lose face, many things will be gone.
Retaining some face and leaving some leeway in doing things has also become the tacit behavior of the monks.
Otherwise, the hatred will be forged, and it is really endless, and there is no possibility of resolving it.
The tacit rules were not enjoyed by Tang Zhen, and the monks only felt humiliated.
Previously, in front of countless mortals, he was disheartened, and then he was sent all the way to prison on foot.
Such behavior is like a parade in the street.
Looking at the eyes of those mortals, with surprise and sarcasm, made a group of monks want to get into the dirt pit by the roadside.
They are all seniors, and they are always looked up to by others, so how could they have suffered such humiliation?
It's even more extreme at this moment, actually letting them act as guards, and it's not allowed to refuse.
Having never been treated like this before, Zhenren Lu Yun asked angrily, not only out of righteous indignation, but also to remind Tang Zhen once again.
Behind them, there are two major alliances, do they really want to be enemies with both sides?
The other monks didn't say a word, but they looked at Tang Zhen at the same time, feeling incredible in their hearts.
This young strong man of unknown origin does not play cards according to the routine at all, giving people a feeling of unscrupulousness.
Arrogant and powerful, let people helpless.
Facing the questioning from Zhenren Lu Yun, Tang Zhen chuckled and shook his head.
Silence is the answer.
The cultivators didn't get the answer, and they couldn't help but get a little mad. They had never been so irritable as at this moment.
Wanting to say something else, trying to gain an opportunity through communication, but in the end underestimated Tang Zhen's patience.
Whether they like it or not, these monks must contribute to their posts. Why waste time with nonsense about things that have already been decided.
It seems that from now on, it is necessary to be stricter with these captives, so as not to have some thoughts that they should not have.
Tang Zhen knew in his heart that he was just a boy in a mountain village, and it would be difficult for him to take advantage of words by arguing with these old fritters in the cultivation world.
In this case, make use of your strengths and circumvent weaknesses, don't block yourself, and don't give the other party a chance.
"Ok, deal."
Tang Zhen waved his hand and directly announced the result, so he didn't bother to talk nonsense with these monks.
The faces of the monks changed, with angry expressions on their faces, wondering why this guy was so shameless?
But after thinking about it, I felt that this was an opportunity, and I might be able to take the opportunity to escape from the devil's lair.
Before they could react, Tang Zhen suddenly shot and put a helmet on the heads of the monks.
"Damn, what the is this?"
The cultivators were shocked and subconsciously tried to resist, but it didn't work at all.
They were all imprisoned, unable to even move their eyes, and could only watch the helmets clasped their heads in despair.
I had been collared before, but now I was bridle, and I felt like a beast.
Having experienced Tang Zhen's methods, you can guess that this helmet is very unusual, and I'm afraid it has some functions that make people desperate and collapse.
Sure enough, the thought came up, and the helmet made a sound.
Countless thin lines shot out, drilled into the heads of the monks, and traveled around along the meridians.
It is like a big tree, using the monk's body as soil and taking root and growing in a very short period of time.
Feeling the change in the body, the monks were distraught. Compared with the confinement ring, the control of the helmet was more decisive, and there was no chance at all.
All the meridians in the body were invaded by this strange thin thread, and there was nothing left out.
At the same time, all kinds of rules appeared in my heart like a magic sound running through my brain.
The rules are telling the cultivators what to do and what to avoid.
If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished.
This kind of punishment comes from the internal organs, and the tortured person is not as good as death, and he can't wait for the ashes to be wiped out for liberation.
However, under the control of the helmet, it is truly impossible to die.
Gu Jin
In order to make the monks clear that the rules are definitely not intimidation, a three-second trial version was presented.
The monks fell to the ground at the same time, twitching and trembling frantically. Although they could not see their faces clearly, their postures must be extremely hideous.
Three seconds are fleeting, but to the victim, it seems like three years have 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 happened, but in fact it represents the surrender of the monks.
In fact, they have their own judgment, they know what happened, and they know better what to do.
Keep silent and follow directions, so as to avoid more suffering.
At least at this moment, there is no point in fighting.
Seeing the cultivators being so obedient, Tang Zhen also felt very satisfied. As expected, he was a high-level cultivator, and he knew how to judge the situation better.
The rules that need to be followed have been implanted in helmets and instilled in the monks.
With the cultivator's memory, he can definitely remember it clearly, and it is impossible to miss the slightest bit.
After confirming that there was no problem, Tang Zhen turned off the confinement ring, but did not remove it directly.
It's good to keep this thing, maybe it will be used anytime.
If someone deliberately destroys it, the ring will still function and severely punish the wearer.
"In the days to come, please work hard and send airships to each other to ensure safety.
When the conditions are right, I will let you all go.
Of course, before that, please abide by the rules, so as not to cause trouble for yourself. "
Tang Zhen issued a warning, but in return there was still silence. The practitioners whose faces were covered by their helmets obviously did not want to pay attention to the culprit.
Seeing that these tool people were in a bad mood, Tang Zhen didn't even bother to pay attention to them.
The helmet has been successfully activated, so there is no need to worry about the next thing, Lou Ling will restrain their words and deeds.
Within the allowable range, they can move freely and travel with the airship.
Don't be afraid of them going far away, let alone losing control, there is no possibility of getting rid of them when they run to the horizon.
"From now on, you can move freely, and I wish you a happy life."
Tang Zhen left a sentence and turned to leave without closing the gate of the prison.
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, and everyone wore the same helmets, covering their gloomy faces.
Due to the convergence of the breath, it is also impossible to distinguish the true body.
The only way to identify the identity is through their respective clothes. As the strong men of different sects, the clothes they wear are very distinctive.
But at this moment, looking at their clothes, the monks fell silent.
"In my storage equipment, I store a batch of cloaks of the same style. I wonder if you all need them?"
After a few breaths of silence, a figure suddenly spoke.
Now that the confinement has been removed, the items can naturally be taken out.
In fact, before that, their storage equipment was searched to see if there was enough gold and silver.
I don't want these senior cultivators to look down on copper-smelling things at all, resulting in a pitiful amount of gold and silver.
As for other things, Tang Zhen didn't like it at all, so he returned it intact.
Since the monks were asked to do things, they had to give some benefits. If they took away their weapons and equipment, it would only seriously damage their combat effectiveness.
A large number of cloaks appeared, and the monks each took one, covering the original robes of the magic weapon.
"Go out and see?"
Another voice sounded, it seemed that it was the real person Lu Yun, who was asking the opinions of the cultivators.
"...Alright."