The trial was finally over.
Even if someone speaks up and someone argues, the result will not change.
Following the trial of Tianyin Pavilion's Shenwu Scale is an ancient system for thousands of years in the cultivation world. No one can escape, and Mo Weiyu is naturally not immune.
After clearing the field, Mo Ran was escorted to the confession platform outside Tianyin Pavilion.
The instruments are bound, the enchantment is shrouded, and the guards stand. He will kneel here for three days and three nights, accepting the ridicule and scolding of passers-by, until the day when he will dig his spiritual core.
It's called publicity.
"Father, mother, I want to see him."
In the guest room of Tianyin Pavilion, Xue Meng couldn't sit still, he suddenly got up, but was pulled by Mrs. Wang.
Madam Wang said, "Don't go."
She was rarely firm, but at this moment she couldn't deny it.
"Don't go to the confession platform, don't go to see him."
"Why?!! I just... I just..."
Madam Wang shook her head.
"The peak of life and death is difficult to protect. How many people are ordering us to scatter the sect today? You father and son need to be calm, and you must not stand out again. Even the last retreat is cut off."
Xue Meng was at a loss: "But will someone really fight him and scold him? I don't know what happened to the Zhenlong chess game, why can he solve it... But... "
He buried his face in his palms, his voice moist.
"However, he really saved us that day... Why are some people who have never experienced the catastrophe that day, have not seen the situation that day, and treat him like this based on one-sided words."
Why
Xue Meng doesn't understand, he is too pure.
But Mrs. Wang knew it, and Xue Zhengyi also understood.
Tianyin Pavilion is the most fair temple in the world of self-cultivation - once something is defined, especially after years of refinement and standing for thousands of years, very few people will think about it, why it is fair, and whether it will Wrong. In such a force, even if there is a voice of rebuttal, it will be easily drowned out.
Mo Weiyu is a sinner.
Because he is a sinner, anyone can insult him and scold him.
Because it is the sinners who are scolded and the sinners who are beaten, so those saliva or fists are not violence, they are not venting, they are not following the trend, they are not the venting of jealousy, and they are not the infinite pleasure of the tiger falling and Pingyang.
Rather, it punishes evil and promotes good.
Everyone should applaud. Whoever dares to speak out and ask for love is a fellow party member who deserves to be escorted to the stage, his face painted, his hair cut off - bah, morality is lost, right and wrong are not divided, and we will fight together.
Xue Meng couldn't go to the confession platform.
will be crazy.
In the evening, it started to rain lightly.
The confession platform was not covered, the ink burned and knelt in the misty rain and fog, and the drizzle was attached to his face. He closed his eyes, the crowd was surging, and the rain could not extinguish the excitement.
At this time, the monks had all dispersed, and most of the people who stayed here were ordinary people who didn't make sense. These residents of the upper cultivation world are not cultivating, and they do not know the various changes that have occurred before, but they are extremely curious, holding oil-paper umbrellas and looking at the bound man.
During the day, their stands are far away, and they can't see the burning appearance at all.
But during the public trial of the confession platform, these people can come and see.
A girl whispered in surprise: "I heard what he did in the morning, I thought it was an ugly bastard with blue face and fangs, but I didn't expect to look good."
The strong man beside her took care of her cloak and said, "You are too naive. In this world, there are countless people with good looks but sinister hearts. Don't be fooled by the appearance of such people. go."
There are also parents and children who came here on purpose.
The one who was the father was a teacher in the upper cultivation world, Swanwen, who picked up his child so that he could see how the ink burned and knelt there.
"Have you seen it? In the future, you must be a decent human being, and you must not behave like this beast."
The child was ignorant, five or six years old, and not very sensible, so he asked, "Dad, what did he do wrong? Why is he kneeling here?"
"The mistakes he made are indescribable." The teacher chirped bitterly, "According to the conclusion of the Tianyin Pavilion public trial, he killed people, set fires, practiced forbidden techniques, and deceived his identity. This person has no shame. The slightest bit of humanity, he is cold-blooded and dark, not as good as pigs and dogs - when you grow up, you must not be like him, remember?"
"remember."
Just as the father was relieved, he heard the child ask himself, "But Daddy, do you know him?"
When the father was stunned for a moment: "Me?... Of course I don't know him. Your father, I am the most upright gentleman of Qingfeng Academy in the upper cultivator world. I have been bright and upright all my life, and I have made friends with people of insight and decent gentlemen - how can I know this? Such a wicked way."
He paused, and seemed to think that he needed to add more fire, so he taught the child earnestly: "Our family is a scholarly family, and we have been influenced by excellent morals since childhood. Should be extremely ashamed and dirty. Do you remember?"
This time the child did not say remember, nor did he say not remember.
He asked inexplicably: "But Dad, since you don't know him, how do you know him... He... um..." He tried hard to learn from his father's words, and recalled with difficulty, "He's not as good as a pig and a dog, is he cold-blooded and dark? We met him for the first time today... It takes a long time to get to know someone, right? For example, me and the little flower next door... "
Mr. Teacher: "You don't understand, it's different. He's a convicted man."
The child's big black and white eyes looked at the ink burning, and said for a while: "But this brother looks so pitiful... He doesn't look like a bad person, what kind of Yinge, will it be wrong?"
"You're too young, that's why you think so." The teacher, who is always pedantic, vetoed his son's doubts, "When you grow up, you will understand that Tianyin Pavilion has been in this world for thousands of years. The most fair and just place, the temple left by the gods, can hardly be wrong."
The child held his fingers and stared at the ink burning, seemingly understanding but not understanding, but he really stopped talking to the ink burning.
As the night wore on, the crowd gradually thinned and dispersed.
The third watch is over, the drizzle has turned into a heavy rain, and no one has it anymore.
The night passed, and at dawn, a hawker in the morning market slowly walked by pushing a scooter.
The rain was strong and windy, and the hawker was hunched over, pushing his dilapidated wooden cart. Mo Ran was half asleep and half awake at the moment, groggy, and heard the sound of the car wheel rolling on the bluestone road, and the hawker's labored and heavy breathing.
His consciousness was erratic, and he thought in a trance that he was still the years when he was traveling abroad.
He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes out of focus.
But it has almost become a reflection, just like every day and night after losing Chu Wanning, he instinctively wants to help the tired hawker to push the scooter under the tree, and wants to do something Do what you can.
But he found himself unable to stand up.
After a long time, he remembered that those times of redemption were gone forever.
He is now a criminal convicted by Tianyin Pavilion.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came. The wind was so strong that the tarpaulin on the hawker's car was rolled up. He tried hard to flatten it, but to no avail.
The tarpaulin was blown up, and the pile of goods on the car was thoroughly soaked by the rain. The poor man, tired of running for a living, chasing the tarpaulin anxiously in the rain—
The ink burned and looked at him.
He felt bad, because he remembered his mother's past when he danced the tip of a knife for a copper plate.
There are always so many people in this world who have to brave the wind and rain to run around for a meal when others are resting on their pillows.
He would love to help him.
In this quiet rainy night, he felt so peaceful that he was able to recall many things in the past. I remembered the words I once said to my mother with a smile.
"When I have a future, I will build many, many houses, everyone will have a place to live, and no one will starve and freeze again."
Mo Ran actually didn't understand why none of the Tianyin Pavilion disciples who were standing beside him stepped forward to help the hawker.
Obviously it's just a matter of handwork.
But these people are standing straight, like pines and cypresses. They are the most solemn and solemn of Tianyin Pavilion, but they are motionless, their bodies are like rocks, and their hearts are probably not much different from those of rocks.
The hawker was panting after the oilcloth, which was blown, wrapped, and blown all the way to the confession platform, and blown to the ink burning.
A hand as thin as old bark finally caught it.
Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved for him.
But the hawker knew that the things in his car had been drenched, and his mood was extremely bad, but he didn't know how to vent. He was holding the oilcloth, just when he was distressed, he suddenly realized that the ink was burning at himself.
He turned to stare at him.
Suddenly gnashing his teeth, he spit thick phlegm on Mo Ran's face: "What are you looking at! What's so good! Even a scumbag like you will laugh at me?! Damn it! See how you die!"
He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to get too close. He picked up a few stones next to him and smashed it towards Mo Ran.
The younger disciples of Tianyin Pavilion are used to this.
They often said with a smile in private: "As long as people can distinguish between good and evil, they will hate that kind of felon, and it doesn't matter if they beat them twice."
They are very considerate of people's emotions.
So don't stop.
A few stones hit his face, and it didn't hurt.
But the ink burned slightly trembling.
Seeing him trembling, seeing him in pain, the hawker seemed to feel that his misfortune and misery today were nothing, and the malice in his heart was a little bit more, he dragged his frail body and walked towards the push trolley Go, cover with tarpaulin, and go far.
There was a foggy night between heaven and earth, and the heavy rain washed away the thick phlegm that the hawkers spat, and also washed away many stains.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is so clean.
Its daybreak.
The monks of Tianyin Pavilion came out of the city gate one after another, passing by Mo Ran, or turning a blind eye, or disdain and contempt.
Suddenly a pair of black boots stopped in front of the ink.
An umbrella fell, covering the patter.
The ink burned in the sleep, not aware of it.
until someone was arguing.
A gentle and calm voice, but insisted: "Give him a barrier to shelter from the rain."
"Without the order of the pavilion master, do not move the confession platform at all."
"It's just an enchantment."
"Love can't help."
Mo Ran opened his eyes, and in a daze, he saw a tall and straight man - no, it was not a man, it was Ye Wangxi, Ye Wangxi was firm: "The execution day hasn't come yet, you shouldn't treat him like this."
"Why did we treat him?" Someone frowned, "Miss Ye, you have to be responsible for your speech, Tianyin Pavilion acts according to the rules, it is because God can't see him, it will rain, this is not our punishment for him ."
Ye Wangxi's eyes flashed with sullen anger: "Isn't this punishment? All night! You let him drenched like this all night last night? If I hadn't seen it today... "
There are people from Bitan Village passing by, Zhen Congming with a group of juniors.
Hearing the movement, Zhen Congming glanced sideways and sneered: "Oh, the leader of the dark city of Rufengmen is meddling again?"
"Umbrella for the sinner, hehe."
There were people around, everyone whispered and whispered, and some female cultivators rolled Ye Wangxi's eyes and whispered to each other—
Too bad the sound is not low.
"I heard that the man in black who came out for Ye Wangxi at the Confucianism Sect at the time was the ink burning."
"What? Why didn't I know... She was actually ganged by this evil ghost?"
"The ink burns even kills the godmother who raised her, how can it be so good to Ye Wangxi."
There was silence for a while, and then someone opened their eyes, covered their mouth with a handkerchief, and changed their color: "God, shouldn't they be..."
what is it
Very clever, no one has spoken out at this moment. But they all had expressions of disgust and excitement on their faces. Irresponsible speculation is too comfortable, like a persistent and intense climax that permeates the crowd and spreads in the mist and rain.
They stared at the two people on stage.
One male and one female.
Why is a woman willing to help a despondent man? Has she ever slept with him? She must have slept with him, she must have loved him to death, and loved the lingering and moaning of him on the bed.
So dirty.
Mo Ran raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Wangxi. He wanted to speak, but the first time he spoke, he couldn't make a sound.
He had to swallow again, and then said hoarsely, "Miss Ye..."
"you're awake?"
Ye Wangxi lowered his head, still the same gentle and upright appearance.
"...you go...don't stand here, it's not good for you."
Ye Wangxi didn't leave, she brought a pot of warm water, she leaned over, holding the umbrella, but untied the mouth of the pot. The umbrella was tilted, and most of the rain fell on her.
"Drink something..."
Someone from Tianyin Pavilion immediately came to stop her: "Miss Ye, the prisoner must not be given food."
"Can the prisoner be beaten with stones by bystanders?"
Although Ye Wangxi did not see what happened last night, there were large and small stones scattered around the ink burning, and the forehead and cheeks were also bruised.
She stared at them with a bit of Nangong Si's fierceness.
On her body, the shadow of the old friend gradually appeared.
"Isn't Tianyin Pavilion acting justly? This is your fairness?"
Those people knew that they were wrong, so they stopped talking. The leader showed embarrassment and coughed lightly, "Forget the water, you can't eat anything else."
Ye Wangxi gave him some warm water.
The ink burned in a low voice: "Why..."
"You helped Si." Ye Wangxi didn't raise his eyes, "You helped me too."
"... On Jiaoshan, if I am the one who died, Nangong will..."
Ye Wangxi's hand paused slightly, she was shaking, but she finally said: "Everyone wants to live. I will never blame you because you want to live."
"… "
"Drink it." She said, "Xue Meng can't come anymore, he was stopped by his parents. I'm holding an umbrella here, you used to take the world and help me and Si. Now even if no one is going You and I will help you too."
Her expression was still indifferent, but firm.
"I am here."
She said that she must practice, and she stood beside the ink burning like this. Tianyin Pavilion did not allow the barrier to be opened, so she held an umbrella and tilted it slightly to block the rain for the ink burning.
With her standing, there will be no more people throwing stones, but the words of discussion are getting worse and worse.
A witch who is neither male nor female. Well-dressed beasts.
A very good girl. Desperate murderer.
Why do you want to add sin? Besides, everyone knows that the man kneeling on the ground will never turn over, and the woman standing beside him has long since fallen apart and is helpless.
No matter how ugly they are, who will care about them
It was only when the ink burned that I realized that there were so many warriors in the world, one after another, impassioned, like bamboo shoots springing up after the rain.
So upright, indignant, hateful.
Before these people did not know where they went.
The Tianyin Pavilion interrogation is the most rare, and I am afraid that no one will be able to win this honor in ten years.
The people watching the excitement came and went, and the echoes reverberated like the ebb and flow of the tide. Someone said: "This ink burned a lot of good things before, and now it seems that I don't know what it is. He still stayed in our village. It's scary to think about such a murderer."
"I heard that his mother is that Duan Yihan, do you know?"
"Duan Yihan? The hard-to-find Lexian?" The listener was surprised, "Isn't that girl a nice person? I heard that she is talented, gentle, noble, and kind-hearted..."
Immediately, someone said yin and yang strangely: "You guys are really interesting, Duan Yihan is a bitch, right? A bitch can be praised as a noble these days. I think the world has really changed, and I don't have any moral benchmarks in my heart."
The man who was contradicted was a little unhappy: "Duan Yihan is Leling, not a prostitute. She has been in the music shop for so many years, and she has never accepted any flower customers—"
"You think she didn't take it because you were poor. For this kind of woman, as long as she has enough money, there is nothing innocent about it."
At this time, someone sighed: "What is the difference between Le Ling and a prostitute? They are both people who don't know how to respect themselves and love themselves, and who are shameless. Some people actually argue for the dark prostitute these days. I didn't expect that I would go to the cultivation world. It's been so low."
It was none other than the teacher who came with the child yesterday.
Today, instead of holding his own child, he was holding a stack of books, followed by a group of book boys in the school. The teacher raised his chin slightly, looking extremely aloof.
Someone recognized him and said politely, "Mr. Ma left get out of class early today."
"It's a little shallow on paper." The teacher said, "School is dismissed earlier today, so that I specially bring students to be taught in person and see the world."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the son who was speaking on behalf of Duan Yihan, and sneered: "But I didn't expect to hear such shocking remarks, it really opened Ma Mou's eyes, and he was really worried about the atmosphere of my upper cultivator world. ."
"Yes, Mr. Ma is right. Mr. is a moral model."
"Mr. is a good teacher with good intentions."
The man who had the courage to defend Duan Yihan just now was ashamed and angry, but the people around him were laughing at him.
These words, the ink burned sounded angry at first, and then powerless.
He couldn't do anything but listen to his long deceased mother becoming embarrassed between everyone's lips and teeth.
Only the woman who had told him to "remember grace and not take revenge" before she died was chewed up by her black mouths and turned into a prostitute, a prostitute, and a scum of a bastard.
I can't stop Yoyo's mouth.
Ye Wangxi endured for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. She took a step forward and wanted to argue with the people in the audience.
But the ink burned and called her in a low voice: "Don't say it."
"… "
"It's useless."
Ye Wangxi returned to him, and the rain had gradually stopped, but her umbrella was still not closed, as if this thin oil-paper umbrella could block something.
Mo Ran raised his eyes and glanced at her, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "Don't stand here with me, Miss Ye, if you believe me... Then go back to Tianyin Pavilion, find Xue Meng, and find the top of life and death. people... tell them..."
He paused for a while.
At this moment, he didn't even have enough strength to speak.
"Tell them, listen to me, try to... find Hua Binan as soon as possible... find my master... "
When it comes to Chu nightning, his heart is a colic again.
Where is Chu nightning
Listening to the tone of the teacher will not hurt him, but where will he be taken by the teacher and what will he be forced to do
He couldn't think deeply.
"The first forbidden technique was really unlocked, so beware of it early." The ink burned eyelashes, "... I can't stop the second attack... But there must be a second time... Please believe me... I have no other intentions, I just want this to stop."
It can't go on like this.
I don't want to repeat the same mistakes again, and see Chu nightning call out Huaisha again.
I don't want to see him alone again, to make up the sky with death.