I Have a City in a Different World

For those in power, face is actually very important and related to many things.

If you lose all face, many things will be lost.

Saving some face and leaving some leeway in doing things has become a tacit behavior among the monks.

Otherwise, a grudge will be formed that will never end, and there is no possibility of resolving it.

The tacit rules were not enjoyed by Tang Zhen, and the monks only felt humiliated.

He was humiliated in front of countless mortals before, and then was sent to prison on foot.

Such behavior is like parading in 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 once 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.

Faced with 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.

He wanted to say something more and tried to get a chance through communication, but he 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, and it would be difficult for him to gain an advantage in words when arguing with these veterans in the spiritual world.

In this case, then use your strengths and avoid weaknesses, without causing obstacles for yourself or giving the other party a chance.

"Ok, deal."

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, wondering why this guy is so shameless?

But then I thought about it, and 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.

Their whole bodies were imprisoned, and they couldn't even move their eyes. They could only look at the helmets on their heads in despair.

He had been put on a collar before, and now he was put on a halter. He felt like an animal.

Those who have experienced Tang Zhen's methods can guess that this helmet is very unusual, and it may have some function that can make people collapse in despair.

Sure enough, the thought came up and the helmet made a sound.

Countless thin threads shot out, penetrated into the heads of the monks, and then wandered around along the meridians.

It was like a big tree that used the monk's body as soil and took root and grew 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 were invaded by this weird thin line, and nothing was missed 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 death and wishes to be reduced to ashes in order to be freed.

However, under the control of the helmet, it is truly 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.

In fact, they 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 truly a senior practitioner and knew how to assess the situation.

The rules that need to be followed have been implanted into 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.

It's a good idea to keep this thing, you might need it sometime.

If someone deliberately destroys it, the ring will still work and severely punish the wearer.

“In the days to come, I ask you all to work harder and send airships to each other to ensure safety.

When the conditions are right, I will let you go.

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.

Seeing that these tool men were in a bad mood, Tang Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to them. They were just a group of prisoners, so there was no need to care whether they were happy or not.

The helmet has been activated successfully, so there is no need to worry about the next thing. Lou Ling will restrain their words and deeds.

Within the allowed range, they can move freely and 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 escape even if they run to the edge of the sea.

"From now on, you can move freely. I wish you a happy life."

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 became 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 their identities is through their respective clothes. As strong men from different sects, the clothes they wear are all unique.

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 simply looked down on things that smelled like copper, resulting in a pitifully small amount of gold and silver.

As for 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."