In the gloomy and cold dungeon of Xingzhou City, Xing Pengyue, with Jianquan Monk by his side, was walking through the corridor, introducing the felons imprisoned in the cells on both sides.
"Wei Liangcai was a scholar from Xingzhou, nearly forty years old, who lived with his brother and sister-in-law. After failing the imperial examinations multiple times, he overheard his sister-in-law gossiping about him with a neighbor. Enraged and humiliated, he poisoned his brother, sister-in-law, nephew, and niece. He then set fire to his neighbor's house, murdering all five of them. When the government officials captured him, he was about to take an incendiary device and was preparing to attack the State School."
Xing Pengyue pointed to a middle-aged scholar in the corner of a cell who was stroking his beard while reading and said softly, "Could he enter the Hell Path?"
Jianquan Monk glanced at the scholar and shook his head. "Not enough."
"What about this one?"
