The three-day period was fleeting, and when the dawn of the third day broke, the teacher came to the secret room.
Treading Xianjun has already been dressed, but he is still dressed in black armor, with a thin waist and a silver hidden weapon box, his legs are slender, his shoulders are evenly wide, his hands are wearing dragon scale leather holsters, and his wrists are tied with a thousand receivers. .
He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold: "You are here."
"Get ready, let's go to Tianyin Pavilion."
"Don't prepare, let's go."
The teacher looked at him: "So what about Chu nightning?"
"Feed him medicine and fell asleep."
The teacher nodded, but just in case, he and Step Xianjun entered the secret room again. After the pulse was diagnosed, the teacher said: "His energy will be fully recovered in the next few days, so be careful."
Stepping Xianjun is not afraid of Chu Wanning's combat power, but asks: "What about memory?"
The teacher glanced at him: "It's the same."
"… "
Ignoring the gloom and displeasure on the face of Step Xianjun, the teacher got up and set up a Gu array in the secret room to ensure that Chu nightning would not wake up suddenly and ruin his plan. Finally, when he went out again, a high-level forbidden spell fell on the door.
Ta Xianjun frowned: "What do you do with this spell? There is no one else in this mountain, and Nangong Liu is the mind of the little ghost, and no one can go in and save him."
The teacher's face did not change, and he said lightly: "It is difficult to prevent family thieves."
"Who?"
"You don't know." The teacher sighed, "It's the person closest to me. Don't talk, let's go."
The two left.
In the cold stone room, only Chu nightning was left. He is still in a coma, and the memories of the two worlds are recovering in circles.
But more than that, even the teacher did not realize that the reason why Chu nightning has been lingering for so long, the consciousness and memory have not fully recovered, not only because of his poor physical condition, but also a very important reason —
What he wants to remember is not just his own memories!
It is probably because half of the earth soul has been in the ink burning body for a long time, and the soul of the ink burning has been entangled all day long. When the earth soul returned, it also brought him some memories in the depths of the ink burning soul.
- At this moment, these memories became the last images that poured into his brain. He was dreaming, and all he was dreaming about was the broken past.
He first dreamed of a burial mound, a unkempt child crouching on a rotting female corpse, weeping, tears and tears.
"Mum... A-niang... Is there anyone? Is there anyone... Bury me too, bury me and A-Niang together... "
Then I dreamed of Xiangtan Drunk Jade Building, the ink burned all over the body and was beaten blue and purple, curled up in a dog cage, the golden beast with the brain in the warm pavilion, the fragrant mist was misty, the child was locked in the cage, neither had to eat nor drink, He couldn't even turn around.
A child about his age grinned and laughed at him: "I don't even want to look at myself, but I still want to be a hero? I think you're a joke! Bah! You've been a joke all your life!"
Spit out.
The little ink burned and closed his eyes.
Chu nightning's eyelashes are also shaking.
Ink burns…
Then, he dreamed that the flaming tongues were like a hanged ghost wandering and twisting on the building, dancing sensually.
There were cries everywhere, burning beams collapsed, people were screaming, and smoke billowed.
The young man sat in the blaze of fire, his face was very cold, his eyes were calm, he lowered his head, put a blood-stained knife on his knee, held a bunch of grapes in his hand, and slowly peeled off the purple skin.
"It's over, Auntie."
The ink burning looks very peaceful.
"But I can't see you... I killed someone, and my hands are covered in blood. A-Niang, I'm going to hell after I die, and I'll never see you again."
Ink burning... Ink burning...
Suddenly there was light in front of him.
It was a woman's gentle face, with the tail of her eyes slightly raised.
who is it
Chu nightning felt that the woman's eyebrows were somewhat similar to herself, and when she bowed her head and did things seriously, it was particularly clear.
She sewed the coarse coat in her hands.
"Auntie..." A child's voice called softly like a mosquito.
The woman raised her head and smiled at him: "Why did you wake up?"
"I'm having nightmares... I'm so hungry..."
The woman put down her clothes, opened her arms, and said with a gentle smile, "Have you had a nightmare again? Well, don't be afraid, Ran'er is in A-Niang's arms."
Burning... Ink burning...
Chu nightning closed his eyes, and he didn't know how bitter it was in his heart.
too bitter.
Just looking at it, I feel that this day is shriveled and shrunken, and every day and night is so difficult.
Auntie…
This is the first time he saw the appearance of Mo Ran's mother. He suddenly understood why outside the Temple of No Mercy, Xiao Mo Ran instinctively grabbed his robe and believed that he was praying for himself, and suddenly understood that in front of the Tongtian Tower, that Why did the young man come to him and insist on begging him to accept him as his disciple.
Young Can said with a smile: "Because you look the best and the most gentle."
At that time, everyone was laughing at Mo Ran blindly behind their backs, and mocking Mo Ran would be flattering.
Actually not.
no…
He is not blind, nor is he flattering, he can't tell the truth, he can't cry, he can't pull Chu Wanning and say: "Xianjun, when you bow your head, you actually look like the person who has treated me the best in the world. She's gone, can you ignore me, can you take her place, and give me another look."
I miss her so much.
The ink can't say anything, and can only endure the great bitterness in my heart and the tears that flow up. Endure the indifference and neglect of Chu nightning. Chase behind, pretend to laugh calmly, and deceive everyone.
No one has to know his past, and no one can share his pain.
He can only smile so brightly, under the Tongtian Tower, that smile is too eager, too eager, secretly hiding endless thoughts, and this will burn Chu nightning.
The ink burned and opened his eyes.
He is no longer at the top of the dead, he is in an extremely cramped cell. The walls here are gray, and the only light comes from a small food delivery mouth under the black iron gate.
The top of the cell was engraved with the coat of arms of the scale, and he knew he was in prison.
This is the world's first fair and equitable judgment temple, independent of the first court in the cultivation world outside the ten major sects.
Tianyin Pavilion.
He lay in it, his throat burning and his lips chapped.
The surrounding is very quiet, so quiet that the sound of the wind can be heard in the eardrum, and the raving of the soul can be heard. It took him a long time to gather his scattered consciousness—
He actually felt that he should have such a day in his last life, but fate was still kind to him after all, let him live two lives, and only in this life will he settle his sins with him.
"Ink burning, eat."
I don't know how long I have been lying down, here, time is blurry.
He heard someone approaching and pushing him food through the hole, a swirl cake, a bowl of soup.
He didn't get up to pick it up, and the attendant of the Tianyin Pavilion didn't talk to him anymore, and he walked away quickly.
What happened to Chu nightning
What happened to the top of the dead
Where do the destroyed pieces go in the end
He was drowsy, thinking about these three questions wearily. After thinking for a long time, he was willing to accept his fate, knowing that no one would tell him the answer.
He is now a prisoner.
He sits up.
There was a pain in the chest, and there was no strength in the whole body, and the once surging spiritual current had disappeared. He leaned against the wall for a while—
It turned out that after the spiritual core was broken, it was actually this feeling.
Can't summon Shenwu, can't cast spells, it seems that Kun, who rides the wind and waves, has lost its tail, and Peng, who rides the clouds and rides the fog, has no wings.
He was curled up in the corner, his dark eyes staring blankly ahead.
The ink burned suddenly sad, but the sadness was not because of himself. He thought of the previous life of Chu nightning, the reincarnation of heaven, and he finally felt the helplessness and pain of Chu nightning at that time.
He really wanted to say sorry to Chu Wanning at that time.
But it's too late.
Nothing can go back.
He was trapped in the house, and the cake and bowl of soup went from hot to cold, and from cold to cold. Then he started to eat, and after eating this little thing, no one came to this cell again.
He became the one who was locked in the dog cage when he was a child, but the treatment in this room was much better than that of the dog cage, and he was able to lie down comfortably.
He was lying in this darkness, waking up and sleeping, but waking and sleeping were not so important. In this room, he seemed to be dead.
The ink burned and thought, maybe he is dead
Perhaps this life is a good dream that he had while lying in the coffin under the Tongtian Tower, his soul not scattered. He passed the thirty-two years of his life like a circus before his eyes, full of colors, joys and sorrows, and in the end they all became dead bones in the tomb.
He curled the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.
He thought it would be better if it were true.
He was very tired, walked for too long, struggled for too long, he didn't care about whether it was hell or the world ahead, he just wanted to rest.
He is very old in his heart. In fact, since the night of Chu Ning's death, he has completely collapsed and aged. For so many years, he has been doing good deeds and making up for it. He is looking for a medicine that can cure this kind of aging.
But he couldn't find it.
He fought for so long, and begged for so long with unyielding and brazenness, and now he is tired of fighting and begging. In this life, he lost his mother, lost his master, lost his best friend, lost his lover, lost his stolen relatives, and lost his false reputation.
Now, he even lost his spiritual core. But he was still taken to Tianyin Pavilion, still unable to escape the most severe censure in the comprehension world.
He finally gave up, he knew he would never be forgiven again.
He Mo Weiyu is an ugly and deformed mountain, and the vast winter snow covers his wounds.
But the snow melted.
Whether his darkness or his horror, there is nowhere to hide.
He couldn't be Master Mo. From the time he was smeared with the blood of the first innocent person, he was destined to only step on the Immortal Emperor in his life. He burned the piano and boiled the crane. He grinded his teeth and sucked the blood.
He died, and the world cheered.
I don't know how many days he was trapped in the forbidden room, the door opened.
The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion walked in, tied him with immortal ropes without saying a word, then dragged him from left to right and dragged him outside.
They took him through a long dark corridor.
The ink burned hoarsely, opened his mouth drowsily, and said the first sentence of these days: "How are they?"
No one paid any attention to him.
He was twisted to the end. At the dawn of the sky, the ink burned like a dragon that had been curled up in the dark for too long. He couldn't get used to the sudden light, he wanted to cover his eyes, but his hands were tied behind his back, so he could only bow his head, tears dripping from his thick black eyelashes—
He was dazed and didn't know where he was, only his sense of smell was clear.
He smelled the breath of the wind, the breath of the sea of people, the breath of flowers and trees, and he was pushed a little, so he walked forward hesitantly.
Slowly, the ear can adapt to the noise here.
He heard many people talking, and the whispers gathered together like Jiang Chao. The tide can wash away the dirt, but the tide can also drown people.
The ink burned and felt that he couldn't breathe.
He is weak.
It was extremely weak at the moment.
"Kneel down."
His escorts were shoving him, and he knelt down, the sun shining brightly in the high sky, shining on his haggard and withered face.
I didn't expect it to be such a sunny day outside.
"It's that Master Mo..."
"I didn't expect to see him being put on trial in Tianyin Pavilion one day. Alas, I really know people and faces but not hearts."
The ink burns in the ear, and the eyes can gradually see something, but it is still very unclear. He can only use the shade of the eyelashes, close his eyes slightly, and look at everything in front of him—
It is the public trial platform of Tianyin Pavilion in my memory.
When he was young, he once saw the place of the trial with Xue Zhengyi and Xue Meng.
But he has changed from a spectator to a person being tried in front of everyone.
The crowd in the audience was like crucian carp, crowded and fast, these were ordinary people who came to Tianyin Pavilion to watch the interrogation, scattered around the world. He couldn't see anyone's face, and he couldn't see the expressions on those people's faces. He only felt that the heads that were whispering together became a wave of ups and downs.
Then he looked up again.
The four-walled platform stands tall, and on the platform sits guests from various sects.
The blue one is Bitan Village, the red one is Huohuang Pavilion, and the yellow one is Wusei Temple... Then his heart suddenly clenched, it was strange that he still felt pain.
He saw the familiar silver-blue color, the quietest and most crowded sect in the entire stand.
The pinnacle of life and death.
He blinked, regardless of the stinging pain in his eyes, he tried his best to look in that direction - but he couldn't see it, he couldn't see where Xue Zhengyi was, and he couldn't see who was Xue Meng, who was the greedy wolf elder, who was Xuanji , he could not find Mrs. Wang.
In the end, on the judgment seat, he still couldn't see the people he cared about the most.
"The top of death and life burns with ink, it is the lord of the ninth city of Rufengmen, the illegitimate son of Nangong Yan..." On the high platform, Mu Yanli clearly stated in loudspeaker, and his voice suppressed Liuyun, "...so it should be strictly interrogated. , not to be misplaced, not to be misjudged…”
The ink burned did not listen to her words.
Such a sharp voice is too harsh for a person who has been claustrophobic for a long time.
Mu Yan talked about the effort of a cup of tea, and the words that floated into the ears of the ink burned intermittently were incomplete words such as "killing to pay for life", "ulterior motives" and "cultivating forbidden techniques".
Finally, he heard her say, "Sweeping out repeat offenders and doing justice is the responsibility of Tianyin Pavilion's life."
After Mu Yanli finished speaking, a disciple of Tianyin Pavilion came next to him. The disciple came to Mo Ran and cast a dark shadow like ink against the dazzling sunlight.
"Open your mouth."
"… "
Seeing that the ink burned and did not respond, the man snorted, roughly pinched his chin, and poured a pot of bitter and salty concoction into his mouth.
"Cough-cough-"
The ink couldn't burn the cough. He hadn't eaten for many days. His stomach suddenly came into contact with such a strong slurry, which was so stimulated that it was almost convulsing, and he seemed to be retching out.
The man squeezed his throat, preventing him from moving, forcing him to swallow the whole pot of potion. The cold liquid is like a snake sliding into the stomach, turning the river and the sea, tearing and piercing the internal organs.
The ink burned his face ashen, he wanted to vomit, really wanted to vomit.
But he didn't give in, didn't want to beg for mercy, he didn't even want tears to fall from the corners of his eyes. He was half-living and had too many lowly days, but that didn't mean he didn't have dignity.
The potion was poured down, the man let go of him, and he gasped heavily.
Wings slumped and exhausted.
But still has the ferocity of Lone Eagle before dying.
The people from Tianyin Pavilion are explaining to the spectators from all over the world as usual—
"This is indictment water."
The ink burned the lips and teeth were pale, and the eyes were smiling.
Fuguishui... Oh, Fuguishui, how could he not know
This kind of potion should never be drunk by innocent people. Only if he becomes a trial prisoner of Tianyin Pavilion will he be given this kind of decoction, and then his consciousness will become dizzy and he will talk about the big sins and big mistakes he has committed in his life.
After the Tianyin Pavilion disciple finished explaining, he walked over and tapped on the ink-burning lips, so that everyone could hear his words with the technique of amplifying.
Mo Ran closed his eyes and frowned, and there seemed to be a knife twist in his stomach.
He was forbearing, because it was so hard, his whole body was shaking, and the shackles were clanking. His face was pale, the whites of his eyes slowly rolled up, and he was crouching on the torture platform, convulsing... twitching...
He is still conscious, but the consciousness is clear for a while, and blurred for a while. He exhausted all his perseverance to fight against the drug, but he still can't get rid of—
"I...killed people." In the end, he still closed his eyes in pain and spoke hoarsely.
His ragged voice staggered through every corner.
Everyone quieted down and looked at the people on the stage with a pair of eyes.
Mu Yanli stared down on the high platform.
"How many people have you killed?"
"...too many...don't remember..."
The people below have changed their faces.
"How old were you when you first killed someone?"
"fifteen."
"Did he kill a monk or a mortal?"
"mortal."
"Murder for revenge, or for self-preservation?"
"Both."
The two of them asked and answered, and many of those spectators gathered to watch the fun, and they didn't know what happened before. As soon as they heard that the ink burned for revenge, they killed people when they were fifteen years old, and they killed more and more, but they couldn't remember the specific number, and they were all shocked and angry.
"I can't believe that this famous Mo Zongshi is a devil who kills without blinking an eye!"
"It's scary... this man is so sinister."
"I didn't even dare to kill chickens when I was fifteen, but he has already started to kill! What a pervert..."
Mu Yanli didn't seem to hear it, and said coldly: "Then make a confession."
"I..." Endured the bruising, but couldn't bear it anymore, and the ink burned and said hoarsely, "I... impostor, I pretended to be the nephew of the Lord of Death and Life..."
"how long?"
"Eight years..."
"Continue to plead guilty."
The ink burned slowly: "I... practice... three forbidden techniques... Zhenlong... Zhenlong... chess game..."
Many people in the stands were speechless at this moment.
Someone looked yin and yang towards the top of life and death, and sneered in his mouth: "Isn't Xue Zhengyi still going to excuse this beast? I'll just say a glass of indictment water to feed him, he must tell the truth - Xue Zhengyi I didn't even let Tianyin Pavilion interrogate the ink according to the law before. I think this old thing is blinded by lard, and I don't want to avenge the revenge of killing my nephew. There are disciples practicing forbidden techniques at the top of the dead. This sect can Are you gone? What are you still doing? Then cultivate the devil?"
"I already said that he did it! At the peak of life and death, he abolished his spiritual core to save us. It was nothing more than a bitter trick. Fortunately, he did not let him go!
"That's right, he must have thought so at the time that he had kept the green hills so he wouldn't have to worry about burning wood. He was so talented, so what if the spiritual core was abolished? Maybe he could come up with some crooked ways to restore himself. It seems really true. It's dangerous, if it wasn't for the persistence of Pavilion Master Tianyin, we might have misplaced this vicious thing!"
There is a Pang Shuo Libra on the public trial platform, with golden brilliance flowing through it - it is an extremely special divine weapon, weighing 100 tons. It has been standing here for thousands of years since the opening of Tianyin Pavilion, generation after generation. Inheritance.
It is said that this Libra can be left in the world by the gods, can clearly judge all the crimes and punishments in the world, and give the most just verdict.
Mo Ran did not admit a guilt, and Mu Yan Li ordered his disciples to put the weights condensed from golden spiritual power into the weighing pan. Those exquisite weights fell into the weighing pan and quickly became larger, pressed down heavily, and pushed the other side of the scale. On the top, facing the corresponding punishment.
When he recounted his first sin, Libra had already pointed to "digging the spiritual core."
And after he finished talking about the Zhenlong chess game, Libra pointed to the most extreme punishment—
"Crush the soul."
In the stands, Xue Meng's face was instantly bloodless.
He murmured: "Smash the soul...?"
From then on, there will be no more ink rain, no more ink burning.
This brother of his is real or fake.
Even in reincarnation, they will never be seen again.
His mind was blank and his hands were numb.
Xue Zhengyi stood up and said solemnly to Mu Yan: "The punishment of smashing the soul has never been suffered by anyone since Tianyin Pavilion was established. Lord Mu, I am afraid that your trial is unfair."