Listening to Xue Zhengyi's opening, there were people from other sects standing up in anger: "Can you shut up at the top of life and death?! Your disciples have violated the taboo of the cultivation world by practicing the Zhenlong chess game. It stands to reason that your broken sect should immediately disband. Get the hell out of Pi! I don't have time to argue with you now, but can you be a little self-aware?"
"Xue Zhengyi! Are you still talking for him? Don't you and him belong together!"
There is buzzing around.
Whether it is a sect or a family, this is often the case. One person becomes a god, and a chicken and a dog ascend to heaven. But once one person does something heinous, the entire sect or family will be regarded as a treacherous devil's den.
"This is the measurement of the crime, not the sentence." Mu Yanli was indifferent, and he did not judge the life and death of the situation, "Xue Zhangmen don't have to worry. After the crime is judged, the merit will be deducted. The balance of merit and demerit is the final conclusion. ."
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at the ink burning again, her voice was cold: "Continue to confess your sins."
"I... once... deceived my teacher... destroyed... my ancestor..."
"Bullying teachers and destroying ancestors?"
This is bewildering.
The ink burned but felt that the heart was burning.
Deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors, Chen is the sin of his previous life - this accusation of sins will actually grind the serious sins committed in his previous life out of his throat!
But he didn't want to say... He didn't want to say it! Do you want him to tell how he insulted Chu Wanning in his previous life under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes
Imprison him as a concubine, marry him as a concubine.
Humiliated his pride, and finally killed him.
He didn't want to say.
He feels that he can't live, but Chu Wanning's years are still very long.
Chu nightning is the spirit of Shenmu, has the purest spiritual energy, and is very talented. He hopes that Chu nightning can go on well, and in the end, he will be able to ascend and be ranked in the fairy class, and he will no longer have to suffer from reincarnation and love.
His master is so good and so clean.
He wants to protect him...
We must not let people feel that they have something to do with each other.
We must not let everyone feel that Chu nightning is dirty, and his body is stained with the sins and sweetness of stepping on the fairy.
He wants to protect him.
protect him...
There was still a handful of fire burning in the abdominal cavity, and the pain was so severe that the heart was broken. In my ears, I could vaguely hear Mu Yanli asking coldly, "What is deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors?"
He doesn't speak, he doesn't speak.
His fingertips rubbed and bleed on the rough gravel ground, and his forehead was scarlet. He hunched in place and panted, like a fish on the verge of dying on the beach...
He doesn't say it.
Resisting guilt water is the same as resisting Tianwen. As long as you grit your teeth, you can always endure it in the end.
He was being questioned by Tianyin Pavilion, and everyone was struggling in the side glances, howling like a trapped beast. This torture is too deep, and ordinary people can't even bear it, and this is a hundred and thousand times more painful than the taste of Tianwen's interrogation.
He felt that his stomach was tightened, torn, and smashed by a pair of invisible hands. The blood-dappled sores were flooded with salt water, and the pain was burning, and the carpal bones were piercing.
The sound of the wood smoke seemed so far away, as if it came from across the ocean.
"What is the so-called bullying of teachers and ancestors?!"
He didn't say it, he bit his tongue and bit his lip, there was blood in his mouth, but no tears.
Just like the seven days in a dog cage.
He doesn't cry.
His tears will only be the laughing stock of spectators.
No one would be merciful, and he did not despise the mercy of these people.
Even if it hurts to death, it hurts to the point of death, but endure it.
Mu Yanli is still interrogating condescendingly: "What have you done to Chu Wanning?"
It was so painful that I had hallucinations in the end.
In a trance, he saw the appearance of Chu Wanning flying into a fairy after a hundred years. He is still dressed as white as snow, with handsome brows and eyes, and a spirit of splendor. When he is not smiling, his eyes are sharp, but when he is smiling, his sharpness melts, becoming a lake and a sea of tenderness.
"Never..."
Mu Yanli was stunned for a moment, and his red lips opened lightly: "What?"
The ink burned the throat and crushed it, and it was extremely hoarse: "I was wrong, I never... I didn't... deceive the teacher... "
Raising his eyes, the bloodshot is vertical and horizontal, but the pupils are bright.
"Destroy the ancestors!"
Words crumbled.
"..." Mu Yanli didn't know the expression on her face, there seemed to be a hint of surprise and a bit of daze, but she was born too cold, and the shock and daze were quickly frozen into ice, she paused, Said, "Continue to plead guilty."
The ink burned and coughed blood, the lungs seemed to be smashed, and there was a turbid fishy smell when breathing.
He was lying on the ground, and after the huge pain of the indictment water passed, he was soaked all over, his face was as pale as paper, his cheeks were pressed to the ground, his hair was stained on his cheeks, and he was panting.
Mu Yanli took a half step forward involuntarily.
She stared at him: "Continue to confess your sins."
"Innocent..." Mo Ran closed his eyes and said dumbly, "Ke Chen."
Mu Yanli ordered a disciple to go and get a little blood burned by the ink, and then smeared it on the exquisite weight.
She threw the weights into the scales.
The scales are slowly floating, except for the burning of ink, everyone is watching the golden pointer—
"Smashing Soul"... still "Smashing Soul"...
The pointer moved erratically.
Shatter the soul.
But can't get out of the circle of shattering souls.
Xue Meng held the Longcheng machete on his knees, his face was extremely ugly, he stared at the scale. He tried his best to keep his back straight, because he knew that if he collapsed, it would be difficult to straighten up again.
He trembled slightly, but at this moment his palm was even colder than Longcheng Xuantie.
Mu Yanli looked at the golden scale with a pair of beautiful eyes without blinking, and the pointer moved slower and slower, moving in the field of "Smashing Soul", which was almost forbidden.
She brushed off her sleeves and said lightly, "Okay, it looks like the big picture is over..."
"Still moving."
"Young Master Xue..."
Xue Meng stared at her, he was talking, although his voice trembled badly, although he didn't know whether he was right or wrong.
"The pointer is still moving."
Mu Yan left: "It's about to stop."
"Then wait for it to stop."
Mu Yanli met his line of sight.
After a while, a cold and mocking smile appeared on her face: "Okay, then wait for it to stop."
The sun was poisonous, and a layer of gray smoke floated on the baked sandstone floor.
They waited, all looking at the pointer, waiting for it to stop. But the strange thing is that the pointer has not settled down for a long time-
It also seemed unsure of how to make a decision about Mo Weiyu. It was swaying, hesitantly leaning toward the place of guilt, slowly, little by little.
Mu Yanli didn't seem to have encountered such a situation before, she stopped uttering a word, dressed in goose-yellow clothes, quietly waiting for Shenwu Libra's judgment.
Xue Meng's knuckles were white, and he stared at the needle closely. It seemed that it was not the life of Mo Weiyu who was about to arbitrate, but the years he had known with Mo Ran.
From contempt to disgust, from disgust to acceptance, from acceptance to approval.
Was it a mistake at the beginning of the coldness, or was it ridiculously wrong when the "brother" came out later
he does not know.
He stared at the needle, and in his helpless heart, there was only hope when he stared at the needle.
Don't stop.
I beg you.
Go ahead a little bit, you see, it's a little bit...
No matter how wrong that guy was, he also shattered his spiritual core and retreated thousands of troops.
How can it be punished by capital punishment
How can he crush his soul...
a little. A little more.
to the end.
—
"Digging the spiritual core."
Mu Yanli announced expressionlessly that she looked extremely just and cold-blooded, completely different from her robes with warm golden light on her body, and her whole person was colder than frost and snow.
The pointer stopped.
The tip pointed tremblingly at the words "digging the spiritual core".
That was the final trial for Master Mo.
Mu Yanli faced the mighty spectators below and the top ten schools on the stage—
It is indeed the top ten sects, and Tianyin Pavilion still has the old seat of the Confucianism Sect. There is a person sitting alone in that seat, Ye Wangxi in black.
She was carrying Nangong Si's quiver, and lying on her knees was Nao Baijin, who had lost her master forever. Her face was haggard, but her eyes were clear, and she was also watching everything on the judgment table.
Mu Yanli said: "The sky has eyes, the mirror is hanging high, and the Tianyin Pavilion is judged on merits and demerits. It has never practiced favoritism, never left bias, never deliberately made things difficult, sentenced, ink burning ink and light rain, and the criminal law of digging spiritual cores. Three days later, I will tell the world, if there is no objection, three days later—"
Xue Meng has been closing his eyes and forbearance, but at this moment he can't help it. He suddenly got up, and the silver-blue light armor flashed: "I have an objection."
"… "
"I don't have to wait three days, I have an objection now."
The uproar was even louder: "Fuck you, close the sect at the top of the dead! What is it!"
"Just put Xue Zhengyi and Xue Meng on the trial together! Nine times out of ten, they are a group. How can they help the devil to speak at this point!"
"At that time, when Zhenlongqi came into the world, why didn't you kill so many people at the top of life? Are you really not a devil's cave?"
Xue Mengqi's face was ashen, but he had to do his best to suppress his anger.
Naturally, Mu Yanli heard the angry roars of those monks, but she turned a deaf ear and said lightly: "Young Master Xue has something to say, I'm all ears."
Xue Meng opened his mouth and seemed to not know what to say for a while. Madam Wang was very worried and pulled him quietly: "Meng'er, there are still three days, we will discuss it from a long-term perspective, and think about what to say..."
Xue Meng didn't seem to hear his mother's words. He stared at Mu Yanli for a while, then turned to look at the scale, and finally his eyes fell on the black dot in the distance.
That is the ink burning on the torture platform.
Xue Meng's eyes trembled suddenly, as if the curtain was blown by the wind, and his eyes were wrinkled.
Not dark, not light.
He said thoughtlessly: "He has no spiritual core anymore."
Mu Yanli: "What do you mean?"
Xue Meng was suddenly excited, and he looked back at her: "What do you mean? Don't you know? The person who saved you at the top of death and life, the person who retreated the chess piece, isn't it him? Wooden Pavilion Lord, I want to know you. How will he be executed? His spiritual core has been shattered! What else are you going to do? Dig out his heart?"
There was water vapor in his eyes, and his nails sank deep into his palms.
"Digging the spiritual core, digging the spiritual core... If there is no spiritual core, are you going to kill him!"
Mu Yanli squinted his eyes: "Tianyin Pavilion has its own way of Tianyin Pavilion."
"According to the rules, after the verdict is handed down, the execution will take place three days later." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and everyone looked up, and the person who spoke was Ye Wangxi, "What can the pavilion master do, I hope to clarify here. "
Immediately, someone from Bitan Village angrily said, "What qualifications do you have to speak? What are you?"
Some people whispered below: "Because of Jiang Xi's support for her, because of Nangong Si's death in exchange for her innocence, she really took herself seriously. On such a big occasion, an unknown female streamer questioned the sky like this. Pavilion Master Yin, is she worthy too?"
Ye Wangxi ignored all this.
Until someone who had a grievance with the Nangong family before shouted to her: "Ye Wangxi, the Confucianism Sect is dead, you sit there alone, don't you think you are the head of the Confucianism Sect?"
Ye Wangxi hugged Nao Baijin, who was screaming in his arms, and had not recovered his spiritual power. She stood alone in the same place, neither angry nor noisy, and when the angry or mocking voices gradually calmed down, she said: "The commander of the Dark City of Rufengmen is still there, it is not what you said. "
"you-"
Ye Wangxi didn't want to talk much with others, and looked at Mu Yanli with a pair of eyes: "I also ask the pavilion master to make it clear."
Mu Yan said: "There is no way to reshape the spiritual core in this world. The spiritual core is broken, but the fragments are still in the heart. The so-called digging the spiritual core naturally does not need to be strict with the spiritual core."
Xue Meng's face was like paper: "So what do you want?"
"Just cast the spell to dig out all the fragments of the spiritual core." Mu Yan left, "Tianyin Pavilion will not want his sex..."
Before the "life" was exported, Xue Zhengyi also stood up, his face clouded: "Dug up the spiritual core fragments?"
"good."
"How many times do you have to dig?" Xue Zhengyi's eyes were furious, and his temples were already covered with white hair. "Five times? Ten times? Raw digging of the spiritual core damages the heart, and once was extremely painful - a few years ago the day before. Yinge dug up a prisoner's spiritual core, but she didn't survive it, and she died when she returned to the prison that day."
Mu Yanli said indifferently, "That's because she is weak and can't blame Tianyin Pavilion."
"Then why don't you just take his life!" Xue Zhengyong shouted angrily, "Mu Yanli, spiritual core fragments! Thanks to what you can say, if his spiritual core is broken into two pieces, he will dig it twice. Three pieces, dig three times... But what if it is broken into a hundred pieces and a thousand pieces? Are you trying to delay him?! You are delaying him!!"
"If it's broken like that, it's his own life."
Xue Zhengyi was dumbfounded.
Life
Everything is life.
Suddenly he felt absurd.
What is life
Because of his life, he mistakenly raised this child as his nephew.
He gave the child's family, the master, and gave the child a place to live, a home. But what was the original fate of this child
Abandoned by illegitimate children, he never had enough to eat, and followed his mother to beg for a living.
When his mother died, he was a emaciated young child, dragging his decaying corpse, and burying the only warmth of his childhood in the mass grave with his own hands.
He has been beaten countless times, scolded countless times, put in a dog cage, falsely accused of being thrown into prison.
Everyone expects this world to be fair, but from the moment of birth, fate has been unfair—
Why is the son of a noble family here feasting on cars and BMWs, in exchange for a beautiful smile
The poor people over there have been displaced, and they have to eat insects and ants, and heaven and earth are their seats.
Why some people can indulge their mothers without worry.
Some people have to bring their mother's corpse to go to the giants and ask for a sentence, "If you hit three feet, you can hardly ask for one foot."
Why are some people humbled.
Some people are born rich.
It's not fair.
When fate dumps injustice on those at the bottom, and a price adjustment order can claim the lives of their relatives—
Where is justice
They are all living people, how can we not hate, how can we be detached and relieved.
Even if this child makes a mistake, even if it is not his blood relatives, even if fate makes fun of it... Thinking of this, it still hurts.
Xue Zhengyi closed his eyes.
He murmured: "It's too cruel, Shenwu Libra probably didn't take into account the broken spirit core at all... Hundreds of times, Mu Yanli."
He lifted his eyes, his voice trembling.
"You're going to take an awl and gouge out his heart a few hundred times."
"… "
Heaven and earth are clear and clear, and everything in Tianyin Pavilion is rigorous, fair, and meticulous.
Xue Zhengyi raised his face and looked at the clouds slowly passing by.
"Okay, now he has paid for his sins. What he owes this world should be paid off."
got windy.
Xue Zhengyi choked suddenly.
"But what the world owes him... Does anyone pay him back... Does anyone pay him back... "