In the Hall of Pill Heart, the monks did not know what to say, and many of them bowed their heads and said nothing.
Master Xuanjing said: "Alas... grievances are all grievances."
The owner of Tianyin Pavilion, Mu Yanli said: "Injustice has its head, debt has its owner, and many things in this world are karma and retribution, and they are interlinked." She said here, the conversation changed, "But the ink burns, you You must know that suffering is not the reason for you to vent your hatred and waste your life."
"yes."
An elder of Huohuang Pavilion also sighed and said: "Mo Xianjun, it is pitiful that you have suffered grievances. But it is also because of your bad background and fate. Everyone has their own destiny, and you can't be wronged because of yourself. If you are bullied, go back and bully irrelevant people."
"You have indeed done good deeds and suffered grievances, but according to what we know, you have also killed people later... One yard for one yard, it must be counted clearly."
The ink burned did not speak.
Jiang Xi suddenly asked, "How do you count?"
"This… "
"Who can figure it out? Whose life is not life, who can be the most just ruler." Jiang Xi acted recklessly and did not regard Tianyin Pavilion as a god, "I don't mean to be partial to Mo Ran, but I I just want to ask, today, we are standing here, saying that we will settle accounts with Mo Ran and let him repay. So - what about the humiliation that Mo Ran has suffered? What about the injustice he has suffered?"
"..." No one thought that Jiang Xi, who lost the most in the bloody case a few days ago, would stand up and stand for Mo Weiyu, and was stunned for a while.
Mu Yanli said: "Sect Master Jiang, Tianyin Pavilion has always been fair. My clan has guarded the divine instrument for generations. When the time comes, the instrument will be used to measure the merits and demerits of Young Master Mo and determine the punishment. You don't have to worry. "
"Strange, what does he have to do with me, why should I worry?"
Jiang Xi has been unhappy with Tianyin Pavilion for a long time. He is a practitioner of medicine. To put it bluntly, as long as the medicine is well refined, the body of a mortal can be free from the world. Therefore, Gu Yueye is the least superstitious about the descendants of gods.
He squinted a pair of almond eyes and said coldly: "But Jiang is very curious, dare to ask Tianyin Pavilion, after the trial is over, should you also try the other people who are involved in these old things? Is it right? I dig three feet to see if Nangong Yan is still alive in the world? Should I go to Xiangtan and find the rich man who was indecent to Xun? , is not clothed and has no food, the benefactor was insulted by the guests, and the mother starved to death—who should we turn to?”
Master Xuanjing said indifferently, "Sect Master Jiang, why did you suddenly defend the sinner's voice?"
"I can't talk about it." Jiang Xi's thin lips closed, "I just thought about how we treated Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi when we were in Huangshan. Jiang is not very willing to see the old thing repeat itself."
Someone said: "That's a two-yard situation, it's not the same at all."
"What's the difference?" Jiang Xi said, "Now that Nangong Si is dead, Ye Wangxi is still lingering on the sickbed in the lonely moon night, and things have become different - but at the beginning, weren't we forcing them to say that they were Confucianism? Blood debt, want their lives to pay in blood?"
He turned sharply, brown eyes like a falcon.
"At that time? Where is Tianyin Pavilion. Where is justice."
The people of Bitanzhuang had a deep resentment with the Confucianism family because of the sword score. Zhen Congming, Li Wuxin's apprentice, said: "What Jiang Zhangmen said is biased. The people of the Confucianism sect are dead, otherwise the old debts will still be pursued. No one wants to take advantage of it."
Jiang Xi sneered: "Yeah, so you see, don't you understand this very well? No one wants to be the last person who gets slapped but can't fight back."
Zhen Congming: "..."
"You think so, Xu Shuanglin thinks so, and the ink burns can also think so." Jiang Xizhen said, "When things happen to others, these words are always easy to say. But injustice and cruelty really come. When it comes to my head, I will only think, why are there so many wicked people in the world, but it is me who suffers."
Zhen Congming said: "Listen to what Jiang Sect said, do you think that our treatment of Ye Wangxi's Nangong Si is too cruel and unfair, and the matter of Bitanzhuang's swordsmanship is over?"
Jiang Xi said, "Si Nangong is gone, who else do you want to hold accountable?"
Zhen Congming was suddenly angry: "Then my master will die in vain?! Nangong Si is gone, isn't there Ye Wangxi? She is the dark city commander of the Confucianism Sect, and she has no whereabouts in the case of swordsmanship?!"
All were silent.
Everyone knows that Jiang Xi has a cold temperament, but Zhen Congming is so incompatible with his name that he actually confronted Jiang Xi like this in public.
Jiang Xi stared at Zhen Congming for a moment, and said, "Back then, on Jiaoshan, Nangong Si fought with Nangong Changying and was seriously injured. At that time, he spoke to me with his lips."
"… what?"
Jiang Xi closed his eyes and closed his eyes, as if flashing past Nangong Si's bloody battle, in the barrier, under the sword of Nangong Changying, he slowly said something to himself.
"I hope to be able to disperse the century-old treasures of the Confucianism, and to help the poor, and to save money."
"This..." The cultivators looked at each other in dismay, and their faces were a little overwhelmed. The monks of Wubei Temple lowered their eyes, put their hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.
Zhen Congming's face was blushing for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "He has no bones now, and the treasures of Confucianism are in the secret room. Who can open it
Jiang Xi said: "Nangong Si didn't think that he would be dead in the end. What's more, I would rather believe that others will die, and their words are good."
Zhen Congming's lips trembled, as if he wanted to refute something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
After a long time, he said: "This is the reason why the head of Jiang is protecting Mo Weiyu today? Do you want to ask for tolerance so as not to repeat the mistakes of Nangong Si?"
Jiang Xidao: "Jiang only thinks that it is extremely difficult or even impossible to seek fairness and justice. When you scold others, don't hold yourself up too high, don't think that you represent justice, represent Heaven."
He glanced at the heir Tianyin Pavilion and said, "Even if it is a court of justice, it may not be all right."
When he said this, Xue Zhengyi also spoke.
Xue Zhengyi looked very tired, and he didn't even know how to face the burning ink, but he pondered for a long time and sighed hoarsely: "Jiang Zhangmen said that. For so many years, the comprehension world has been turbulent, ups and downs, and there is no way out. Stop messing around, every sect has done more or less stupid things, who can judge absolutely fair and just? Well, actually…”
He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Actually, is it necessary to kill people with one's own hands? The price adjustment order of the Confucianism Sect in the past, the knife did not see the blood and killed many innocent Li people. Xue's size has been established in the world for more than 40 years, and he has not achieved much. What he did, Not for the sake of self-cultivation and becoming an immortal, and not wanting to be famous in history. I just want to make the suffering of this troubled world less."
He said, his eyes a little straight.
Even if the venerable lord of the top of the dead, even if he calms down again, knowing that the child who has been raised for many years is not a nephew, he will still be at a loss.
Xue Zhengyi murmured: "I just want to let fewer people suffer, one less."
At this time, Mu Yanli, who was standing on the side, said coldly and coldly: "Xue Zhangmen's house is kind and kind, but have you ever thought that if you are tolerant of sinners, you don't respect the innocent people who died, and you don't respect the mortals who have been implicated. Tianyin Pavilion is weak, and there is really no way to liquidate everyone's mistakes one by one and bring everyone to justice, but killing chickens and warning monkeys - since I am in charge of the matter of burning ink, I will not settle it hastily. I hope the Sect Master knows."
Xue Zhengyi: "..."
After Mu Yanli said these words, he turned his head and looked at the ink burning again.
"Young Master Mo, you have now finished talking about your own pains and sufferings, and you have almost won your mercy. Why don't you talk about other things."
The ink burned and looked at her lightly: "What does the pavilion want to talk about."
"You said before that the case of the girl in the Tofufang being raped to death was not your fault." Mu Yan left, "I believe in you. But there is another person's death, which is always related to you."
The ink burned and closed his eyes: "The pavilion's investigation is really clear."
Mu Yanli said indifferently: "Then you can come and talk about it, how did you kill Mo Nian in the first place - that is the real nephew of Xue Zunzhu."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by an angry voice.
With tears and hatred in Xue Meng's eyes, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Shut up. Stop talking!"
Mu Yanli glanced at him and commented: "...Flee and avoid it, the so-called favored son of the sky seems to be nothing more than that."
What responded to her was the contention of Longcheng, like a warning. The machete stabbed Mu Yanli's cheek, sank into the beam, and sawdust scattered.
Mu Yanli didn't dodge, she didn't even blink her eyelids, a pair of beautiful eyes were like frost and snow, looking at Xue Meng.
Xue Meng gritted his back molars, and the muscles on his face trembled with hatred: "What is the nephew, what is the yin and yang of the dove occupying the magpie nest... You said enough."
He suddenly pulled back to Longcheng, his chest heaving.
He no longer goes to see the ink burning, nor does he go to see anyone. Like a trapped beast, he was driven crazy and collapsed in place.
"Are you finished?! Enough of the fuss?! Are you happy to watch this lively event?"
Madam Wang said, "Meng'er..."
Xue Meng ignored his mother's whispers, his eyes were red, he held the dragon city, looked around, seemed to laugh at himself and seemed to be contemptuous: "Watching a generation of masters become murderous demons, watching brothers at the top of death and life turn against each other, watching relatives become enemies - Do you feel unhappy?"
His voice was hoarse like Po Xun, and the tail was trembling like a feather.
"Do you really come here to seek justice? To seek truth?" He paused and gritted his teeth, "Didn't you come to seek revenge?!"
Jiang Xi narrowed her eyes: "Master Xue, you are too rude."
Xue Meng turned back suddenly, his eyes were like flames: "It's your turn to take care of me?"
"Meng'er!"
Xue Zhengyi got up and grabbed Xue Meng's shoulder, but when he touched it, he was stunned. Although Xue Meng was angry, he was trembling slightly.
almost broken.
"I don't want to hear it." He repeated every word, and his hatred deepened, "It's all lies. Lies. . . . A bunch of liars!"
Xue Zhengyi was about to persuade him to stop him, but Xue Meng had pushed the crowd away and turned around and left the Danxin Hall.
He never went to see the ink burning.
In fact, who is lying and what the truth is, Xue Meng has a clear mind, but many things in this world are clear and easy to accept.
Xue Meng has been smooth sailing for more than 20 years. Except for the death of Chu Wanning, he has never experienced any catastrophe. It is precisely because of this success that he is still like a child. This is not a good thing, the child has the heart of the child, but also has the recklessness, ignorance, impulsiveness and sharpness of the child.
Xue Zhengyi looked at where he left and stood for a long time before slowly sitting down.
He is no longer young, nearly half a hundred people, and there are several strands of gray on his temples. He didn't know if he could stand it. He had to sit down.
At least it's easier.
Mu Yanli seemed to have a thin layer of ice on her face, and there was no temperature at all. She only talked about the matter, so she said, "Mo Weiyu, are you going to talk about that by yourself, or do I invite witnesses to talk about it?"
The ink burns very calmly.
Death row calm.
"Don't bother others." Mo Ran said, "If there are any relevant witnesses alive in that matter, I don't want to see any of them."
He slowly raised his head.
The faint sunlight shone on his pale face.
"I say it myself."
Mu Yanli raised her hand, and immediately someone from Tianyin Pavilion moved to the empty seat. She sat down and supported Yi with one hand, looking like she was going to listen to a long story: "Please."
The ink burned and closed his eyes, and after a while, he finally opened his mouth.
"This matter was originally a businessman."
"What businessman?"
"...Everyone should know that there is a way of earning a living in the world of self-cultivation, called 'bag inquiries'."
The owner of Ma Yun is most familiar with this, and he raised his hand and said: "Yes, yes, our villa is most familiar with these people. They often walk around in various alleys, inquiring about some old news and so on, so as to make some profits. "
The ink burned: "Well, so the uncle went around to inquire about the posthumous son of the deceased brother, and he was also looking for a Mr. Bao to inquire."
Xue Zhengyi: "..."
Of course, Xue Zhengyi remembered this matter. The ink burning was found by the clue provided by Mr. Bao inquired. At that time, the drunk jade building was in a sea of fire, and it is said that only this child survived. He could even clearly remember the excited face of Mr. Bao Ting Ting, who couldn't stop sighing - God bless you, if your brother's child survives the disaster, there will be good fortune in the future.
"Back then, Mr. Bao Inquire took over the assignment. After several investigations, he finally got his eyes on him, so he went to Zuiyulou to look for someone. Find a woman surnamed Mo."
Someone asked curiously, "Who is that?"
"It's the consort of the elder brother of Xue Sect, known as Madam Mo. She used to be the concubine of a big family."
Someone reacted and said in surprise, "Miss Mo? That's the name of the drunkard lady, right?"
"But I just heard what she did, she seemed to be a bad woman."
The ink burned lightly: "She is not born to be evil. According to my mother, Mrs. Mo is quite similar to her experience, and she is also a pitiful person. She had a lover when she was young, and she was a poor and white loose cultivator. That loose cultivator said that he was going to go to the lower world and create a splendid sect, and Madam Mo gave him all her money and jewelry, determined to help him realize his ambitions."
Xue Zhengyi murmured: "It's my big brother..."
Mo Ran continued: "When the scattered cultivator was parting, he swore to Mrs. Mo that when he succeeded in his great career, he would definitely be hired by three media and six, and he would marry her home in a glorious way. For this, he also gave Mrs. Mo a sentence. Words - "On the Yanbo River, in the painting boat, the sound of the fairy's pipa is slow, and the gentleman is silent. ", which later became the corroboration that Mr. Bao Qiu used to identify her."
This kind of thing between men and women is the most pleasing to everyone.
A female cultivator asked: "Could it be that the former head of the top of the dead, like Nangong Yan, did the same thing as abandoning his wife?"
Xue Zhengyi's leopard eyes widened, and he immediately scolded: "Nonsense! How can my brother be that kind of person! My brother, he, he has never forgotten Miss Mo..."
Mentioning his deceased brother, the man couldn't help feeling sad, and his eyes were slightly red.
Elder Xuanji also said next to him: "This fairy, please be careful. The former head of the sect was unfortunately sacrificed in a fierce battle not long after the establishment of the sect, not deliberately breaking his word. When I pick up that woman, I always say that I will pick her up immediately when the sect is stable. He and Nangong Yan are not the same thing at all."
"Indeed." Mo Ran said softly, "She is still much luckier than my mother after all. Her husband died, but there are still people who are thinking about taking her back. Nangong Yan is still alive, but he never dared to recognize me and my mother."
"Ha! Then I know! It turns out that you are jealous because of this reason, so the civet cat replaced the prince, killed Mrs. Mo, burned the drunk jade building, and pretended to be!"
Hearing such a malicious guess, Mo Ran glanced at the "extremely smart" monk, and then said: "I never took the initiative to think about impersonating."
The cultivator was not convinced, and sneered: "What's going on? Could it be that someone is forcing you to be the son of the dead?"
It is how it happened
The ink burned and couldn't help thinking - in fact, there are many things in this world, and at the beginning, it was not like this at all. But one day, suddenly the butterfly flapped its wings, so the wind was surging, and the sea became a mulberry field.
It's as if he didn't think about taking the place of Xue Zhengyi's nephew at first, and Mrs. Mo was not the wicked mother-in-law of Lefang before.
She also had a mild and kind-hearted green years, and once stood by the Xuan window, looking forward to the early return of Lang Jun. When she learned that she had a child in her womb, she was so happy to write to her lover in the distance, and she also received his letter, and the excitement of the man who became a father overflowed on paper.
She has had these wonderful years.
So what if she was a prostitute, others mocked her lover for being a nobody, and mocked her for being pregnant before marriage. One day, he will fulfill his promise and pick her up and the child with infinite glory. She was so convinced.
But later, the days passed, and gradually, the letter changed from one letter every three days to one letter every seven days, and then from one letter every seven days to one letter a month, and finally there was no news. Madam Mo was finally disheartened. She had a wild temperament, and she kept this relationship from her parents. After giving birth to the child, she hesitated a few times before returning home with her child. As a result, the father was furious, and Mrs. Zhengfang was also insulting in every possible way. Madam Mo left angrily. Later, after several turns, the daughter of the big family of the year finally became the nanny shopkeeper of the drunk jade building.
Life is so ups and downs, fate is like a melting pot, you go in at a loss, and then come out, it may be beyond recognition.
Ink burning is like this, and Mo Niangzi was like this back then.
When Mr. Bao Toutin found her, fourteen years had passed since her innocent boudoir years.
The gentleman Shi Shiran, who was entrusted by Xue Zhengyi, took a seat, unfolded his folding fan, and said with a smile: "Where's your nanny here? Tell her to come over."
The mother-in-law came, she was wearing a peach-blossom jacket, her arms were draped in a goose-yellow robe, her waist was twisted, she held a hookah, raised the ding dong bead curtain, and said with a tender smile: "Yo, this young man, come to listen to Xiaoqu early in the morning. What? Do you like the pipa or the dulcimer? The actor here, Jin Shi Sizhu, is proficient in everything and opens up business, and the slave family will give you something cheaper."
This is life. Fourteen years ago, when her lover left, she leaned against the beaded curtain with a sad expression and a beautiful face, watching him go away.
Fourteen years later, the lover's younger brother finally found her, and the bead curtain of the years was separated by the vast life, and rolled up again. She brushed away the vermilion and emerald green, and it was already vicissitudes of life. The woman who used to be as shy as a deer had long since died. Sitting in the drunken jade building was a half-old milf smoking a hookah and winking like silk.
Mr. Baotou didn't have so many emotions, he only had money in his eyes. He waved his fan and said with a smile, "There's no need to listen to the music. I'm here because I want to ask the mother about someone."
The smile on the mother's face froze, and her tone became cold: "Inquiring about someone? Inquiring about who?"
The gentleman said slowly: "On the Yanbo River, in the painting boat, the sound of the fairy's pipa is slow, and you can hear it silently."
When the maiden heard half of it, her face changed. When he finished the whole sentence, she was pale, her lips trembled, her sharp, even mean eyebrows twitched, and she held her handkerchief against her chest. After a long time, he asked shiveringly:
"You, who are you... who are you?!"
Mr. Baotou smiled and said, "If I'm not mistaken, then I can find someone for Xue Xianchang. Madam Mo, how have you been doing all these years?"
Madam Mo swayed for a while, did not stand still, fell down on the round paulownia bench, gasped for breath, blushed for a while, and waved her hands to repell everyone for a while, leaving only Mr. Bao Teng in the hall. She stared at the businessman's face with ecstasy, sadness, and complicated expressions in her eyes.
Mr. Bao asked with a light expression, lifted the teapot, filled her with a cup of lukewarm tea, and handed it over: "Drink first."
Madam Mo held up the cup tremblingly, took a sip, took another sip, and when the tea was dry, she still sipped several times before she raised her head.
"It's Xue... Xue Lang asked you to come to me?"
Mr. Bao Tuoting sighed: "To tell the truth, Xue Xianjun, whom my mother was thinking about, has long since passed away."
"what?!"
"It's his younger brother. He asked me to look around for my brother's confidante. Back then, his two brothers set up their own sect in the lower cultivation world, and they were no longer the wandering lonely guests. But Xue Xianchang was busy with The sect has made achievements, and he can't get away for the time being. Later, he had an accident while slaying the demon, and unfortunately..."
Before Madam Mo could finish listening, she immediately covered her face and burst into tears.
Mr. Bao had persuaded her for a long time before she managed to stop the sobbing. Then Mr. continued: "Before Xue Xianjun died, he talked to his younger brother about the mother's mother. I found you and took you back."
Madam Mo murmured that she did not dare to be confident, and suddenly grabbed Mr. Baotou's hand and said, "You repeat that sentence again! I don't believe it, I don't believe it was him who died..."
This was the most important sentence of this business, of course he recited it by heart, and immediately repeated it: "On the Yanbo River, in the painting boat, the sound of the fairy's pipa is slow, and you will hear it silently."
Madam Mo exclaimed "Ah" in a low voice, and her eyes filled with tears in an instant, "He, he hasn't looked for me all these years, it's because, I thought... I still blame him..."
Mr. Bao Tuoting sighed: "It's been many years, mammy, please mourn and change. By the way, does mammy still have a son?"
"Yes... Yes, yes!" Madam Mo choked and sobbed, crying and wiping away her tears, and then shouted to the warm pavilion upstairs, "A Nian, A Nian... Mo Nian! Hurry up, come down!"
The door of the warm pavilion opened, but it was not Mo Nian who came out, but a weak child.
The child was holding a pile of laundry in his hands, his thin face poking out from behind the clothes, and there were some bruised scars on his cheeks, looking timid.
Mr. Bao asked hesitantly: "Is this... Linglang?"
"Ah, no, no." Madam Mo wiped her tears and said, "This is the little servant who set fire in my building."
The gentleman immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Oh, so it is."
Madam Mo turned her head and asked the child, "Mo Ran, where did the son go?"