Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 494 - 327: Divine Prison_2

Chapter 494 -327: Divine Prison_2

Despite the scandal being suppressed by the higher-ups of the Prefecture Temple within just two days of its spread,

virtually all well-informed powers within Cangnan Prefecture and even Diancang Province had obtained pieces of information.

Everyone who knew a bit of the inside story was astounded by Bao Chen’s audacity.

In less than twenty years of serving in the Soul Comforting Temple, the accumulated deficit caused reached more than six hundred thousand Spirit Stones. The numerous consumed Spiritual Medicine mines and treasures were beyond measure in Spirit Stones, and a rough estimate put the figure at no less than five hundred thousand Spirit Stones.

The Soul Comforting Temple seemed to be thriving, but in reality, it was so in debt that it was nothing but a shell, ready to burst at the slightest touch!

On the fourth day of Bao Chen’s disappearance, the high and mighty Provincial Temple suddenly sent an inquiry letter to the Lingchuan Temple, asking why Bao Chen’s Taoist Jade Scroll of the Soul Comforting Temple had shattered recently and what the reason was for his demise, requesting a prompt reply from the Prefecture Temple!

The Cangnan Prefecture Temple’s Main Priest, Golden Core Main Priest Master Changfa, upon learning of Bao Chen’s mysterious death, was greatly angered. After discussing with the Three Cities and Five Masters within the temple, he immediately issued a series of divine decrees.

For a time, all overt and covert powers in the entire Cangnan Prefecture were mobilized, with countless personnel exerting their utmost effort to search for Bao Chen’s whereabouts.

Meanwhile, the Soul Comforting Temple faced a major personnel overhaul. Yuan Yang took over as the temple leader and also served as the Capital Court leader. The other two senior temple leaders all retired and withdrew from their positions.

As for the five leaders, apart from the Transformative Master who was luckily retained, the rest were either demoted to civilians or exiled; not being thrown into the Divine Prison was considered fortunate by the grace of Yao Tian.

The remaining thirteen temple leaders were used as scapegoats, all thrown into the Divine Prison, reduced to convicts.

Following this event, every faction and power within the Soul Comforting Temple was swept clean, and a new group of people was quickly parachuted into the temple to fill the vacancies.

Under the principle that “family disgrace should not be publicized,” Lingchuan Temple had to swallow this bitter pill, and the Bao Chen incident ended quickly with much thunder but little rain.

Within just two months, the Soul Comforting Temple returned to its former tranquility.

But by this time, everything in the temple had changed; Zhao Sheng had fallen from a highly celebrated senior brother to being transparent and shunned by everyone.

Despite being subjected to rounds of investigative storms, no substantial evidence was found against him; he did not partake in any embezzlement or fraud, remaining as “clean” as a spring onion, but he could not shake off the infamy of being a disciple of a criminal.

So, while his peers who were Daoist Children left the mountain and returned home, entering the Taoist Register, receiving the Dharma Transmission, accepting their place as official Daoists, and heading off to work at various County Temples, Zhao Sheng was utterly ignored, as if he had been completely forgotten.

What he found somewhat strange was that his cave mansion had not been reclaimed by the temple, nor had anyone come to drive him away.

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Even Yuan Yang, the “big winner,” had visited him twice, treating him with a surprising gentleness and concern, almost as if there was no malice at all.

Zhao Sheng observed that Yuan Yang was a person with a kind face and a ruthless heart, deeply scheming, and exquisitely skilled in maintaining a façade. No wonder Bao Chen lost everything due to a moment of carelessness!

And so, he was left hanging, uncared for and approached by no one.

It wasn’t until a transfer order reached his hands that Zhao Sheng began to understand what was happening.

It turned out that being an orphan wasn’t entirely disadvantageous.

There’s a special institution within the Heavenly Dao Sect called the Grace Care Home, with branches throughout the Da Gu Heavenly Dynasty, housing orphans without parents, naturally including those like Zhao Sheng with a Spirit Root.

In a sense, Zhao Sheng could rightfully be considered as having “noble lineage,” besides possessing top-grade Dual Spirit Roots…

When the transfer order to the Prison God Temple arrived, Zhao Sheng quickly grasped all the underlying truths.

The Prison God Temple is another special institution of the Heavenly Dao Sect, functioning similarly to the prisons of the Mortal World, specifically to detain extraordinary criminals who are inconvenient to execute.

Because of the unique status and nature of the Prison God Temple, the requirements for the Prison Guards were extremely high, with a very narrow selection pool.

A clear background was the first criterion, but more importantly, unwavering loyalty to the Heavenly Dao Sect was needed, preferably with simple interpersonal relationships, with orphans having no attachments being ideal.

Normally, with Zhao Sheng’s qualifications, he wouldn’t need to enter the Prison God Temple, but who asked him to have a master who was a “fugitive due to fear of crime”?

As a result, this unlucky child quickly caught the eye of the high level of the Prison God Temple, and the transfer order was naturally issued.

…

When Zhao Sheng opened his eyes again, he found that the entire ceiling above was made up of Yang Gang Rock emitting faint golden light, and he lay on a hard stone bed.

The sound of snoring came and went around him, indicating he was not the only one lying there.

There were faint cries coming from below, seemingly mixed with thumping sounds, causing a slight vibration on the bed.

Zhao Sheng lay on the bed motionless as his spirit gradually sank into memories.

That day, when the transfer order arrived, he had been accompanied by two mysterious prison guards shrouded in black armor and together they had boarded an all-black flying disc.

The flying disc flew steadily north until it reached the provincial capital of Chu State City in Diancang Province, and then it descended into the temple city outside the city.

Next, the majestic and grand Taoist Temple palace complexes… the icy prison guards… the cramped and suffocating underground… hundreds of prison cells, and one cold codename: Ding Jiwu.

As a D Class Prison Guard, Zhao Sheng was housed in a large dormitory shared with four others, which naturally meant they were all under mutual surveillance.

The five-person dormitory was quite spacious, complete with a cultivation room, quiet room, alchemy room, and the like, all built according to the standards of a cave mansion.

However, the only place to sleep was a long stone bed.

“The Divine Prison Temple’s regulations are excessively severe. It seems they regard the Inner Guards as prisoners too,” Zhao Sheng thought to himself.

The Divine Prison of the Prison God Temple has two types of guards, Inner Guards and Outer Guards. Inner Guards are not allowed to leave the prison year-round and, apart from prisoners and Outer Guards, they must not contact anyone outside.

The reason for such strictness is the fear of collusion between insiders and outsiders, which may result in the deliberate release of prisoners. Since ancient times, the Divine Prison has frequently experienced revolts, with prisoners escaping many times, ultimately leading to numerous major disasters.

While he was thinking this, a pale and ugly face suddenly loomed before him, revealing a row of sharp white teeth with a smile.

“Brother Zhao, it’s almost time to change shifts. Hurry up and get up, or the Prison Captain will curse again.”

“Hmm!”

Zhao Sheng nodded and sat up from the bed.

Adhering to the idea of listening more and speaking less as a newcomer, Zhao Sheng followed the four others out of the large dormitory, walked a long way down the gloomy corridor, and came to the Armor Changing Room.

At that moment, standing at the door of the room was a tall, green-faced and fanged brutish man over ten feet tall.

Zhao Sheng glanced at him,

Hmm, a member of the Ghost Chi Clan, probably at the Foundation Establishment Realm, with moderate strength!

This ugly man was the Prison Captain of this level of the Divine Prison, in charge of twenty teams of Prison Guards, totaling around eighty men, most of whom were D Class, with very few C Class, and not a single B Class.

Having just arrived, Zhao Sheng had heard from the elders that the Divine Prison had recently suffered a great calamity, with a majority of the guards dead.

Thus, they had to replenish with a large number of new recruits.

Entering the Armor Changing Room, Zhao Sheng quickly changed into a set of Red Armor, followed the others out, and stood in the third row.

The Divine Prison had several layers, but all were built dozens of feet underground, hence the dim visibility, forever stuffy and stinking air.

Not long after, more than twenty Red Armor Prison Guards were neatly arranged in five rows in front of Prison Guard Xiao Moluo.

Xiao Moluo’s blood-red eyes slowly scanned everyone as he spoke in a deep and sinister voice, “Today, Ding Siliu is dead!”

Everyone fell silent, their faces showing fear.

“Do you know how he died?” Xiao Moluo’s face grew increasingly dark and ghastly, like a demon in the flesh.

“Idiots! I’ve warned you time and again not to have any contact with prisoners, not to listen to a single word of their ghostly chatter. Some always think they’re clever, hoping to gain an advantage, but it’s sheer stupidity! This year, I don’t want to see another idiot! Got it?” The Prison Captain roared loudly, his anger reaching the sky.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s heart grew cold; the Divine Prison seemed quite dangerous, and it appeared that deaths were not uncommon.

The daily work of a Prison Guard should be to patrol the cells, prevent prisoners from escaping, also prevent prisoners from colluding with each other, identify any signs of danger in time, and report immediately.

“Understood,” everyone replied loudly.

Xiao Moluo’s anger subsided somewhat as he began to assign the shift duties.

“First row, patrol the first layer of the prison.”

“Second row, the second layer of the prison.”

“Third row, the third layer of the prison.”