Chapter 1106: The Heavenly Prison has the Heavenly Prison's rules

Having his innocence slandered for no reason, Chen Guanlou was so angry he ate two extra bowls of rice at noon and drank two more cups of wine.

When the people from the Ministry of Justice arrived, he dealt with them with a mouth full of alcohol fumes.

The Ministry of Justice official was furious to the point of death.

"Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen, drinking while on duty is a dereliction of duty! I am going to report this."

"Go ahead! It's as if you've never drunk while on duty yourself." Chen Guanlou had the attitude of a master, lying sprawled in his chair, not taking the other party seriously at all.

The Ministry of Justice official was so angry that he felt like he was ascending to heaven, his nostrils puffing out hot air.

"You are too much! This is contempt for the Ministry of Justice!"

"Eh, you can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't speak indiscriminately. You can report me for drinking while on duty, but you cannot slander me for no reason, saying I have contempt for the Ministry of Justice. What is the Ministry of Justice? That is my birth parent. Would you have contempt for your parents? I keep the Ministry of Justice in my heart day and night, making the Heavenly Prison my home, working day and night—what am I after? I'm after nothing more than a word of praise from my parents. Every time I go to the Ministry of Justice, it's like returning to my parents' home, feeling especially close. You fellow, stop spouting nonsense and ruining the kind father and mother image of the Ministry of Justice in my heart. Otherwise, I won't be done with you!"

The Ministry of Justice official was dumbfounded; he had never seen such a thick-skinned and shameless person, truly breathtaking.

Those who don't know how to flatter should come and take a look—this is what's called ultimate flattery, the pinnacle of flattery.

He said agitatedly, "You, you are truly shameless. How can you be so..."

"I'm reminding you, speak when you speak, pay attention to your phrasing, don't give me any of that nonsense. If you're not convinced, let's go before the Minister and argue about who is right. Drinking is a mere trifle; is it worth you making a mountain out of a molehill? Alright, alright, if you're done with your business, hurry up and leave; I don't have good wine and food here to entertain you."

Chen Guanlou appeared impatient, waving his hand to drive the person away.

Mu Qingshan, emboldened by Chen Guanlou, acted like a fox assuming the tiger's might, "Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave. My master doesn't welcome you."

"You surnamed Mu, don't be too much; there will be a time when you have to beg me." The Ministry of Justice official was furious.

Mu Qingshan rolled his eyes to his face, his expression very disdainful, "You can go ahead and ignore the Heavenly Prison's documents. As long as you can bear the consequences. At worst, the Heavenly Prison will just place the corpses at the front gate of the Ministry of Justice, and that will be enough to keep you busy."

People die in the Heavenly Prison every three days; the corpses must be verified and checked off by the Ministry of Justice before the families can be notified to collect the bodies for burial.

In such hot weather, if the Ministry of Justice dared to deliberately delay, the Heavenly Prison had plenty of ways to counter.

If it were in the past, under the previous few Prison Wardens, the Heavenly Prison wouldn't have had the guts. Seeing an official from the Ministry of Justice was like seeing an ancestor; they had to be served carefully.

But now, with Jiang Jiang Yucheng Chen backing them, while they hadn't grown an inch in other areas, their guts had been cultivated. They dared to go head-to-head with the superior yamen.

Truly brave!

In the end, the Ministry of Justice official was angered away. Before leaving, he threatened that he would definitely report the Heavenly Prison's evil deeds.

Mu Qingshan complained to Chen Guanlou, "Why drink at noon? Master could have at least endured until night to drink; even if you got drunk, no one would care. Is Master being stimulated too severely, giving up on yourself?"

"Nonsense! When has this official been stimulated? Stop spouting nonsense."

"In the morning, the death row prisoner Zhang Dapao..."

"Don't mention that person to me; it's truly bad luck. Living a good life, yet you have to mention a dead person."

"Master really wasn't stimulated?" Mu Qingshan didn't believe it.

Chen Guanlou bared his teeth, pointed at his own face, and asked rhetorically: "Look at me, then go look at that fellow surnamed Zhang—what kind of 'exactly the same' am I to him? I am a person with very strong principles and bottom lines; I never hook up with married women, never covet sisters-in-law. Unlike that fellow, he's not a good person; he deserves to be beheaded."

"Master was indeed stimulated," Mu Qingshan said very firmly.

Chen Guanlou gave a cold laugh and directly scolded, "Get lost! How many years has it been, and you still haven't learned how to speak properly? This official will fire you sooner or later, let you go home to eat soft rice, and never be hard for the rest of your life."

Mu Qingshan shut his mouth and decisively got lost.

Physician Mu held his small teapot, ran to the office, very skillfully opened the cabinet, took out tea leaves, boiled water, and brewed it.

He was all smiles, "If Master has any troubles, you might as well tell this old man. This old man's other skills are mediocre, but I have lived long and seen much. I have seen all kinds of rare things."

"Old Mu, look at this face of mine, this physique of mine—do I look like a lecherous ghost? People outside are actually arranging me like this, slandering my reputation—how unreasonable."

"Why should Master be angry over a few words from a death row prisoner? When people are at death's door, they like to spout nonsense; if they can stimulate someone, it's as if they've won the world. That Zhang Dapao was clearly saying it on purpose. If Master doesn't believe me, you can ask everyone in the Heavenly Prison; Master's reputation is better than anything. There is no one better than Master!"

Physician Mu's flattery was so good that Chen Guanlou almost believed it.

"What you said isn't right. You only talk about the Heavenly Prison, not mentioning a word about people outside. It turns out my reputation outside really isn't that great. Old Mu, tell me about it."

"My lord, you have already enjoyed the benefits anyway, why care about a mere reputation? People in the Heavenly Prison, what need have they for reputation?" Medical Official Mu waved his hand; he would never jump into that pit.

He was here to drink tea and enjoy himself, not to stimulate people. Flattering his superior was his duty; stimulating his superior was something only a fool would do. Physician Mu was well-versed in workplace rules.

Chen Guanlou thought about it, and it was true; from the day he walked into the Heavenly Prison, he had no reputation. Why care about others' discussions? He had been obsessed!

Tomorrow he would have to go find Pure Yang Zhenren to discuss the Dao and listen to the Zhenren talk about the true scriptures.

Having figured it out, his mood improved, and he accompanied Physician Mu to drink tea, incidentally sobering up. Mainly, the alcohol smell in his mouth was too strong, and he had to get rid of it. Even though he wasn't drunk, when others smelled the alcohol, they all thought he was dead drunk—it was a terrible injustice.

In the afternoon, the Six Shanmen sent another batch of prisoners; he didn't show his face, letting the people below handle the reception.

Xu Fugui's lesson was still fresh in his memory; the prison clerks of the three prisons were all very serious and earnest. Every prisoner was verified one by one against the physical characteristics registered in the file, and their identities were confirmed before they were willing to sign and press their fingerprints.

In the hot weather, doing this dragged out the time, and everyone was covered in stinky sweat.

The brothers from the Six Shanmen were a bit impatient, complaining that the Heavenly Prison guards were too slow, and that verifying identities took half a day, exhausting people to death.

"Don't complain! Wasn't the lesson of Ma Liu before enough? Do you have to have strings of people die, strings of heads, before you're willing to be honest?" Chen Quan was very unhappy and retorted on the spot.

The brothers from the Six Shanmen were very unconvinced, "That time was an accident!"

"Whether it was an accident or not, you know in your own hearts; don't chat idly with me. In short, our Heavenly Prison has the Heavenly Prison's rules; once you're on the Heavenly Prison's territory, you must do things according to our rules." ===== CHAPTER 1107 =====