Chapter 13 Master Prophet Qi Xuanyu

Zhen Jing waved her hands and replied in an indifferent but aggrieved tone, “Hey, we are Taoist nuns. Our skins are rough. It is common for us to be beaten! Don’t worry. I’m not painful at all.” Hearing her words, He Danggui slowly lifted her sleeves. There were twenty to thirty stretches of extravasated blood on her wrist, forearm and the back of hands.

He Danggui knew that in the atrium of the Front Palace, there was a quiet bamboo forest. When the wind blew the leaves, it was like the scene in a poem. However, some Taoist nuns in the temple liked to break off those bamboo canes and cut them into bamboo slices to whip others.

After a person was whipped by these slices with saline water dozens of times, she would feel extremely painful and her body would be full of lathy stretches of extravasated blood without bleeding. What was more, she didn’t need to bind up the wound and could still work. In the previous life, little He Danggui was whipped by the slice