Hearing this, Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple sighed: "Amitabha, Mr. Mo is really not the nephew of the head of Xue, it's a bad fate."
Another person reacted: "Ah... is it him?"
The surrounding monks wondered, "What is he?"
"It's the kid who came up with the idea to put the ink in the dog's cage." The man said, "The age is similar to that of the ink, and he is the son of Mrs. Mo." He thought about it like this, and suddenly he was stunned. He patted his head and said suddenly, "I understand, it turns out that you killed their mother and son and occupied the magpie's nest, not because of greed, but because of hatred!"
Some people heard such an analysis and felt very reasonable, and they all turned to the ink with contempt and pity.
"In this case, it makes sense."
"Alas, there must be pity for hateful people."
In the sighs of discussion, Mu Yanli cleared his throat, and the surroundings immediately became quiet.
She said, "Young Master Mo, I heard that you were not able to eat enough in Zuiyulou all the year round, and you were abused all the time. My mother always beat or scolded you, right or not?"
The ink burned: "...Yes."
"That grandmother's son is the one who had the idea to keep you in the dog cage. Is it wrong?"
"That's right."
Seeing that the guesses just now had been implemented, everyone sighed more and more, and nodded left and right: "Oh, you see, it really was a murderous intention born out of hatred. He must have hated the mother and son miserably."
They are right, how can they not hate it? Mo Nian was the same age as him, but he was much stronger. Since he was the son of his mother, no one in the building dared to provoke him. This child is vicious and stubborn since he was a child. Anything that steals chickens and dogs makes the ink burn to the top.
But Mo Ran is very honest, and even if he is wronged, he does not dare to retaliate against Mr. A Nian.
At that time, he only had one pancake to eat every day. If he dared to say more, he might even be deducted from the last ration, so he didn't say a word whether he was beaten or scolded or wronged. Will curl up in the sleeping woodshed in the dead of night and cry softly for a while.
He didn't dare to make a sound. If he woke up others, he would be beaten again.
Mu Yanli asked, "Do you hate them very much?"
The ink burned up and raised his eyes, and there was almost a sneer in the eyes: "... otherwise."
Mu Yan said, "But your surname still follows her. You hate her so much, and you didn't think about changing it later?"
Mo Ran said: "Mo's surname is the righteous surname of Zuiyulou. Many servants who sell themselves here take this as their surname. We call Mo Niangzi "Gan Niang" or "Ama", everyone is like this, and I am used to it. There's nothing to change."
"Did she treat each of you that badly?"
"...No." Mo Ran said, "It's just that she never liked me very much. Later, when I let Xun Feng weak, she hated me even more."
"Then how badly did Madam Mo treat you?"
In fact, this is a good question to answer. After so many years in the building, only one piece of crescent meat can be eaten on New Year's Eve, which is half of the fat eaten by the guests. In addition, there is only one piece of cake every day. Eat, do the heaviest work, if you are not careful, you will be whipped.
But he really didn't want to say more, just simply said: "I don't want to talk about this."
"Okay. It's innocuous, then change it." Mu Yanli asked again, "Because she treated you very badly, so at that time, she asked you where Mo Nian was going, were you lying? Did you already have yourself in your heart? calculation?"
The ink burned: "No."
How dare he lie? His net worth, life, clothes and warmth were all in the palm of his grandmother's hand. So when I heard the mother's question, Xiao Mo Ran was like a dog who was used to being beaten and scolded. He shrank first, and then whispered: "Nian Gongzi went to a private school..."
Madam Mo is most aware of her son, how is it possible? That kid usually doesn't like reading the most, and 80% of the time he's going to have fun. But Mr. Bao was still sitting next to him, so she coughed lightly and nodded: "Alas, my child is serious and sensible, sir, look, no, I went out to listen to the class again."
Mr. Bao asked with a smile: "Ah, it's a good thing to be diligent and eager to learn. In this way, I will first cultivate a book and go to the Lord of Death and Life. When the time comes, their uncles and nephews will recognize each other, and they will not be in a hurry."
Madam Mo got up and bowed down excitedly: "Thank you sir. In the future, I will never forget the kindness of Mr.
After Mr. Inquire left, Madam Mo sat in the same place for a long time, thinking and sighing endlessly, crying and laughing for a while.
After being so stunned for a long time, the corner of the eye found that Mo Ran was standing in the corner looking at her with some fear.
She probably saw an experience that was too similar to herself in Duan Yihan, or maybe it was because of her daring actions before the ink burned, and she even let go of her cash cow. But for whatever reason, as Mo Ran recalled, she didn't like this brat, and she didn't like it more and more.
She glared at him and said, "What are you looking at?"
The little ink burned down the long eyelashes: "I'm sorry."
"You said I'm sorry, do you think it's absurd for me to cry and laugh like this?"
"… "
Seeing that he didn't say a word and just lowered his head obediently, Madam Mo swept him back and forth, and said with disgust, "Forget it, I don't care about you, what can you understand? An ungrateful, ungrateful dog. "
Mo Ran has long been accustomed to the mother calling him a dog, hanging his head, and not speaking.
Madam Mo said: "Don't stay here, I'm in a good mood today, and I won't hit you. Go and find Young Master Nian—don't lie to me, I know he's not in the private school—bring him back. I have important things to talk to. He said, hurry up."
When I heard that I asked myself to find the son, Mo Ran subconsciously shook. But in the end, he nodded docilely and whispered, "Yes, godmother."
"Don't call me a godmother in the future." Madam Mo wrinkled her nose, "This drunk jade building, I will soon... That's all, I won't tell you more, you go first."
That evening, according to the instructions of the mother, Mo Ran anxiously went to find the figure of Nian Gongzi near the drunk jade building.
He didn't know whether he wanted to find this person faster or find this person slower. Because he found it, he would undoubtedly be scolded by Young Master Nian for corrupting his Yaxing. But if he didn't find it, Mrs. Mo would scold him in every possible way when he went back, thinking he was useless.
The small figure walked helplessly under the setting sun.
At that time, the ink burned, and I didn't know that my destiny was about to be reversed and exchanged with Nian Gongzi.
Everywhere, he found it honestly.
Go to all the places where Nian Gongzi often goes - the beach, the casino, the brothel, the cockfighting yard... Then they were all ridiculed and kicked out.
In the end, after several inquiries, he learned that Nian Gongzi and a group of friends went to the mill on the outskirts of the city in the afternoon, and it was said that he was carrying a huge sack.
The ink burned without thinking, and hurried to the mill.
The mill has long been abandoned, and there are cemeteries around. There are no people on weekdays, and the ink burns all the way. Before approaching, I heard a commotion in the mill, and a group of disheveled teenagers rushed out of it. It was Mr. Nian who was wearing his trousers.
The ink burned and said: "Master, the goddess called you back and said yes-"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because he found that the faces of the group of teenagers were filled with a kind of fear of impending disaster, and some of them even cried in fright, shrank aside and shivered.
The ink burned for a while, and being bullied over the years has made him develop a vigilance. He saw Nian Gongzi's eyes were blood red, stared at himself, and immediately shuddered, turned around and ran.
Young Master Nian responded very quickly and shouted, "Catch him!"
Where is the ink burning the opponents of these children, three times and five divisions, they were pressed to the ground and twisted to Nian Gongzi.
Someone whispered, "What should I do, Anian, this is a disaster."
"It's too late to escape, I was seen by this kid."
"Or even with him..."
Mo Ran didn't know what they were talking about, but these immature faces were fierce and fierce. That was his initial impression of the word "special ghost".
Nian Gongzi narrowed his eyes, he was the calmest and gloomiest among these people.
He thought for a while and said, "Don't kill him."
The ink burned and looked up.
kill
These people beat him, scolded him, and bullied him in the past, but he never thought that the word "kill" could be uttered by a group of fourteen or fifteen year olds.
He was a little dazed for a moment, unable to even react.
Nian Gongzi said: "Lock him up in the mill."
"..." A group of people around looked at each other in dismay, and then a boy with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks reacted first. His eyes were bright, his nostrils were still dripping with snot, his face was flushed, and he said sharply: "Okay, okay! Good idea!"
One after another, someone came to understand: "Ah! That's what it means! It's still A Nian who is amazing!"
These people originally stared at the burning ink, like staring at the mortal enemy with a bloody feud, but at this moment, a pair of eyes fell, but it was like a wolves staring at a fat lamb that was about to starve to death.
The ink burned was pushed into the mill involuntarily.
He first hammered the door and struggled, but the door was quickly blocked, and there were no windows in the mill, only the ragged sunlight filtered in through the cracks in the broken planks.
The ink burned and shouted: "Let me out! You let me out!"
Someone was shouting outside: "Go to the official! Go to the official!"
"Quick, quick! Let's watch here. If you walk a few feet fast, go to the official!"
The ink burned for a while, hammered the door for a while, and found that the hammer could not be opened, so he gave up. He turned around dumbly, and through the dim twilight, he saw the lying in the room. Someone else.
That is a girl.
Some are kind-hearted, and later remembered that she was the daughter of the family that sold tofu on East Street, and Nian Gongzi had been pestering others all these days.
This girl's clothes have been torn to shreds, her green and naked body is lying on the ground alone, her hands and feet are spread out, her body is bruised and mottled, and her private parts are in a mess...
She was raped and humiliated to death by these beasts. When she died, her eyes were still open, her cheeks were wet with tears, her eyes were empty, and she stared at the direction of the burning ink and stared at the door.
Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, and then he screamed loudly, his back slammed into the door, and his pupils closed-finally understood what the people outside did and what they were going to do.
It turned out that Young Master Nian had shown bad intentions to the girl many times, so he felt bad about it. He knew that the girl was a soft persimmon with no background at home, so it was easy to pinch. Just and a few partners made people into the mill, and took turns to defile her. The girl was weak and the bastards were very rough, and halfway through, the girl died.
The ink burned and muttered: "No... No!!" He turned around and began to slap the door panel frantically, "Open the door! Open the door! It's not me! Open the door!"
As if to hear his plea, the door of the mill opened abruptly.
Mo Ran wanted to rush out, but his hands were violently held by the group of teenagers.
The leader was Young Master Nian, who was ruthless and said, "I almost forgot, I acted like a little bit."
He instructed his partner, stripped off the ink-burning clothes, and smeared some blood and mucus on the girl, and wiped it on the ink-burning body.
During this process, Mo Ran has been crying and struggling, but the strength of this group of teenagers is too great, and the desire to survive has overwhelmed everything. There is a beast-like light in their eyes, and the child's begging is fine. , Crying, they all turned a deaf ear, and even after a person was bitten by the ink, he raised his hand and slapped him a few times, and said viciously: "You fucking shut up, you are a murderer! Strong! ·The thugs! With so many people corroborating them, how can you tell?!"
"No... not me! Not me... "
But how can you resist? They threw all the blue and purple on him, threw it into the mill, and locked him naked with the dead girl, and then the thief shouted to catch the thief and reported it to the government.
The ink burned and was hard to argue. In the yamen, he was severely punished by thirty big boards in court. The skin was cracked and the flesh was blurred. Then he was taken to the prison and waited for the final sentence.
The inmates in the same cell sneered at him and scolded him. Several inmates with daughters heard about his behavior and broke up and beat him - some even wanted to rape him - or the head of the cell didn't want to make things worse, so they gave up .
Madam Mo came that night, and she already knew the whole story in her heart, and she was originally annoyed that her son was not up to his standards.
so what
She is a mother who will always protect her children.
She was afraid that when the trial was opened, the officials would conduct a thorough and fair investigation. If Mo Nian was found in her family, how could the mother and son jump on the branch and become a phoenix? The letters from Mr. Bao Tuding have been sent out, and the top of the dead will send someone to pick them up. She has waited for so many years, and her temples have turned white.
Whether it is glory or status, she and her children deserve it.
She doesn't allow any mistakes.
Therefore, she came here with a star and a moon, and gave the prison head and the official clerk enough money, begging them to open one eye and close one eye, and let the matter burn on one person.
But it is probably because of uneasy conscience, after the bribes of Mo Niangzi, she came to the prison to visit Mo Ran again. He also brought a bowl of braised pork to Mo Ran.
"Without poison, I won't poison you."
The ink burned and looked at him in the corner, a pair of black to purple eyes flashed with distress and helplessness, sadness and pain. The cows, sheep, pigs and dogs that are about to be slaughtered all look like this.
Scared, sad.
But there is also docility after despair.
Madam Mo suddenly felt her heart tremble and twitch a little.
She was shocked and terrified by her emotions, she stood up suddenly, lowered her voice, and said with a ruthless heart, "Anyway, you are also a child with no father or mother. Although it is pitiful, no one will be sad when you die. Yes. I have raised you for so many years, and it's time for you to repay my kindness."
"..." Mo Ran didn't say anything, didn't say yes, didn't say no.
Madam Mo gritted her teeth and said, "This bowl of roasted pork should be practiced for you. If you eat it, don't blame me under Jiuquan... I don't have a choice."
After saying that, the skirt flew over and turned away.
Mo Ran has never eaten braised pork in his life.
Now there is a bowl in front of him, he stared at it for a while, and finally did not eat. He put the bowl upside down on the ground, and the marinade was flowing. He stared at it for a while, thinking of the blood flowing under the girl, he suddenly felt unspeakably disgusting, turned his back, leaned against the wall and vomited violently.
He couldn't spit out anything.
He is a man who eats only one loaf a day.
The cake had already been digested, and all he vomited was sour water.
That night, he couldn't sleep. The blood all over his body formed a shell, and the blood shell gradually became brittle and hard, and it fell to the ground like rust powder when touched.
He was in the cell, he didn't talk to the other prisoners, no one knew what he was thinking, no one knew whether he was dead or alive.
He was alone, curled up, alone, and slowly figured out a lot of things.
In that dark and dirty cell, in that cell filled with the sour smell and the smell of braised meat, the honest ink burned to death. The one who survived was the Emperor Stepping Immortal, who made the entire cultivator world tremble—the original appearance.
Later, the monstrous hatred spawned by the Eight Sufferings and Eternal Grief Flowers is the reason.