Chapter 260: [Tianyin Pavilion] Born Like a Melting Pot

In the Loyalty Palace, the monks didn't know what to make of it, and many of them kept their heads down, silent.

Master Xuan Jing said, "Alas, injustice, all injustice."

Tianyin Pavilion Master Mu Yanli said, "There is a reason for injustice, and there is a reason for debt, and there are many things in this world where karma and retribution are intertwined." But Mo Ran, you must know that suffering is not a reason for you to vent your hatred and kill people."

"Yeah."

One of the elders of the Fire Phoenix Pavilion also sighed and said, "Mo Ran, it is sad that you have been wronged. But that's because you were born in a bad way, and your fate has been mischievous. You can't go back and bully people you don't know just because you've been bullied."

"It is true that you have done good deeds and have been wronged, but as far as we know, you have since killed people one size fits all."

Mo Ran did not speak.

Jiang Xi, however, suddenly asked, "How does it work?"

"This."

"Who can count whose life is not a life, who can be the most just ruler." Jiang Xi is capricious and does not regard Tianyin Pavilion as a deity, "I don't mean to be partial to Mo Ran, but I just want to ask, today, we stand here and say we will settle accounts with Mo Ran and make him pay. What about the humiliation Mo Ran has suffered? What about the injustice he has suffered?"

""No one expected Jiang Xi, who had the most to lose in the bloodbath the other day, to come forward and stand up for Mo Weiyu, and they were all frozen for a moment.

Mu Yanli said, "Master Jiang, the Tianyin Pavilion has always been fair. My clan has been guarding the God of Weighing magic weapon for generations, and when the time comes, the magic weapon will be used to weigh Duke Mo's merits and demerits to determine the punishment. There is no need for you to worry."

"Strange, what does he have to do with me, why should I worry"

Jiang Xi has been displeased with Tianyin Pavilion for a long time. He is a practitioner of the Tao of Medicine, which means that even a mortal body can be free in the red world if the medicine is well made, so Lonely Moonlit is not superstitious about the descendants of gods.

He narrowed his almond eyes and said coldly, "But I am curious to ask you all in the Tianyin Pavilion, after the trial of Mo Ran, should you not also try the others who are implicated in the old affair and see if Nan Gongyan is still alive in the world? Xiangtan, look for Mo Ran, the wealthy scholar who molested the Xun girl. It is only right to kill to pay for one's life, but who should be held responsible for the fact that he was locked in a dog cage, beaten, left with no food or clothing, his father-in-law abused by his guests and his mother starved to death?

Master Xuan Jing said, "Master Jiang, why are you suddenly defending a sinner?"

"I can't really argue." Jiang Xi's thin lips opened and closed, "I was just thinking about how we treated Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi when we were at Phoenix Mountain. Jiang is not keen to see a repeat of that."

Someone said, "That's a different situation, it's not the same at all."

"What's different," Jiang Xi said, "now that Nangong Si is dead and Ye Wangxi is still languishing in Lonely Moonlit, things have become different. But weren't we the ones who forced them to say that the blood of the Confucianism School would be paid with their lives?"

He turned abruptly, his brown eyes like hawks.

"And where was the Tianyin Pavilion then. And where is the fairway."

Zhen Congming, a disciple of Li Wuxin, said, "Jiang's words are biased. Nangong Si is a descendant of the Confucianism School, and unless all the Confucianism School members are dead, the old debt will be pursued. No one wants to be a victim of injustice."

Jiang Xi laughed coldly, "Yeah, so you see, don't you know this well who doesn't want to be the last one to get slapped and not be able to fight back."

Zhen Congming :""

"You think so, Xu Shuanglin thinks so, and Mo Ran can think so too." Jiang Xi said, "When things happen to other people, it's never easy to say these things. But when injustice and brutality really befalls you, you only think, "Why are there so many evil people in the world, but I am the one who suffers?"

Zhen Congming said, "Does Master Jiang mean that we have treated Ye Wangxi Nangong Si with too much cruelty and injustice, and that the Jade Lake Villa Sword Book is now over?"

Jiang Xi said, "Nangong Si is gone, so who else do you want to pursue with?"

Zhen Congming was furious: "So my master died in vain? Nangong Si is no longer here, but there is still Ye Wangxi who is the Dark City Commander of the School of Confucianism.

A dead silence.

Everyone knows that Jiang Xi is a cold-hearted man, and Zhen Congming is so unlike his namesake that he confronts him in public like this.

Jiang Xi stared at Zhen Congming for a moment and said, "Back then, on Dragon Mountain, Nangong Si fought with Nangong Changying and was seriously injured. At that time, with his lips, he said something to me."

"What's the word?"

Jiang Xi closed his eyes and closed his mind, as if the words that Nangong Si spoke slowly to himself in the boundary, under the sword of Nangong Changying, as he was dying in a bloody battle, flashed before his eyes again.

"It is hoped that the treasures of the School of Confucianism will be scattered over a hundred years, and that the poor will be given wide relief, with no money left over."

"This," the monks looked at each other, their faces a little embarrassed. The monks of Temple of No Mercy even lowered their eyes, folded their hands and chanted the Buddha's name.

Zhen Congming's face was blue and red for a while, and he finally gritted his teeth and said, "His bones are all gone now, and Confucianism School treasures are in the secret room, so who can open it?

Jiang Xi said, "Nangong Si didn't think he would end up with no bones. What's more, I prefer to believe that his words are good when he is about to die."

Zhen Congming's lips twitched as if he wanted to refute something, but no words came out.

After a long time, he said, "This is why Master Jiang is defending Mo Weiyu today, to ask for forgiveness so as not to repeat the mistakes of Nangong Si."

Jiang Xi said, "I just think that it is extremely difficult, if not impossible, to seek justice and fairness. I hope that when you rebuke others, you will not hold yourselves too high, and that you will not think that you represent justice and the Way of Heaven."

He glanced at Tianyin Pavilion, the heir of the gods: "Even a public trial of the temple may not be all right."

As he speaks, Xue Zhengyong also speaks.

Xue Zhengyong looked very tired and did not even know how to face Mo Ran, but he pondered for a long time and sighed hoarsely, "What Jiang is saying is true. For so many years, the Xianxia world has been in turmoil, and there have been many chaos, and every sect has done more or less muddled things, so who can judge absolute fairness?

He sighed and closed his eyes.

"The Confucianism School is a school of thought that has been used to help the people of Hong Kong. I have been in the world for more than forty years, but I have not achieved much, and what I have done is not to become an immortal, nor to make a name for myself. I just want to make this chaotic world less miserable."

He said, his eyes glazing over a little.

Even if the Lord of Death and Life was calm, knowing that the child he had raised for so many years was not his nephew, he was still bewildered.

Xue Zhengyong murmured, "I just want fewer people to suffer, one less would be better."

At this point, Mu Yanli, who was standing by, said coldly, "Sect Leader Xue is kind-hearted, but have you ever thought that by being lenient with the guilty, you are disrespecting the innocent people who have died and the mortals who have been implicated? The Tianyin Pavilion is so weak that there is really no way to settle all the wrongs committed by everyone and bring everyone to justice, but since Mo Ran has taken charge of this matter, I will not end it hastily. I hope that you will be aware of this."

Xue Zhengyong :""

With these words, Mu Yanli turned his head and looked at Mo Ran again.

"Sir Mo, now that you have eloquently finished talking about the pain of your life, you have almost earned your pity. Why don't we talk about something else."

Mo Ran looked at her lightly, "What does the Court Master want to talk about."

"Earlier you said that you were not responsible for the death of the girl in the tofu workshop." Mu Yanli said, "I believe you. But there is another person's death that you have always been involved in."

Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "You really know what you're doing, Master."

Mu Yanli said coldly, "Then tell us how you killed Mo Nian, the real nephew of Master Xue."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by an angry voice.

Tears and hate in Xue Meng's eyes, he gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Shut up. Stop saying that."

Mu Yanli glanced at him and commented, "Fleeing and avoiding, the so-called pride of the sky seems to be just that."

She was answered by Dragoncity's scramble as if it were a warning. The machete grazed Mu Yanli's cheek and sank into the beam, splintering the wood.

Mu Yanli did not dodge, she did not even blink, her beautiful eyes were as cold as frost and snow as she looked at Xue Meng.

Xue Meng gritted his back teeth, the muscles in his face trembling with hatred, "What kind of nephew, what kind of turtledove and yin and yang are you saying enough?"

He drew back to Dragoncity, his chest heaving.

He doesn't see Mo Ran anymore, nor anyone else. He is like a trapped beast, driven mad and broken in his place.

"Have you finished? Have you had enough of this hilarious show? Have you enjoyed watching it?"

Madam Wang said, " Xue Meng "

Xue Meng ignored his mother's whispers, his eyes red, he held up Dragoncity and looked around the room with what seemed to be self-deprecation and contempt: "Isn't it so unpleasant to see a master turn into a murderous demon, to see brothers turn against each other on the summit of death and life, to see loved ones turn into enemies?"

The voice is as hoarse as a broken ocarina, the coda quivering like a plume.

"Did you really come here to seek justice to seek the truth" he paused and said through clenched teeth, "not to cause trouble and seek revenge?"

Jiang Xi narrowed his eyes, "Xue young master, you are way out of line."

Xue Meng turned around, her eyes like lightning: "It's your turn to take care of me."

" Xue Meng "

Xue Zhengyong rises to tug at Xue Meng's shoulder, but at the first touch, he freezes. Xue Meng's whole body was trembling slightly, despite his furious howl of anger.

Nearly broken.

"I don't want to hear it." With each word, his hatred grew deeper, "It's all lies. Lies. A bunch of liars."

Xue Zhengyong tried to persuade him to stop, but Xue Meng pushed the crowd away and turned to leave the Loyalty Palace.

He has not been to see Mo Ran since.

In fact, Xue Meng knows exactly who is lying and what the truth is, but there are many things in this world that are easy to understand but hard to accept.

Xue Meng's 20 years of life were smooth, and apart from the death of Chu Wanning, he never experienced any major calamities. It is because of this smoothness that he is still like a naked son. This is not a good thing, for a naked man has the heart of a naked man, but he also has the recklessness, ignorance, impulsiveness and acrimony of a naked man.

Xue Zhengyong looked at the place where he had left and stood there for a long time before he slowly sat down.

He was long past his prime, almost half a hundred years old, and when he looked closely at his temples there were several strands of grey hair. He didn't know if he could stand it. He just had to sit down.

That way at least you can be more relaxed.

Mu Yanli's face seemed to be frozen in a thin layer of ice, without any warmth, and she only spoke about the matter, so she said, "Mo Weiyu, that matter, are you going to speak for yourself, or shall I call another witness?"

Mo Ran is very calm.

Death row-like calm.

"Don't bother anyone else." Mo Ran said, "I don't want to see any of the witnesses to that incident, if they are still alive."

He slowly lifted his head.

The bright sun shone on his somewhat pale face.

"I'll speak for myself."

Mu Yanli raised her hand and immediately someone from the Tianyin Pavilion brought in a vacant seat and she settled down with one hand on her face as if she was going to listen to a long story: "Please."

Mo Ran closed her eyes for a moment before she finally spoke.

"The matter, originally, was a businessman."

"What a businessman."

"As you should know, there is a business in the Xianxia world called bao zhi."

Ma Yun, who is the most familiar with this, raised his hand and said, "Yes, yes, we are most familiar with these people, they often wander around the streets and ask about old news and so on, so that they can make some profit."

Mo Ran said, "Well, that's why when uncle went around asking about his late brother's surviving son, he went to a Mr. Bagger as well."

Xue Zhengyong :""

Of course Xue Zhengyong remembered the incident, and it was the same Mr. Pao who provided the clue that led him to Mo Ran, who was said to be the only child to survive the fire at the Zuiyu Building. He could even remember the excited face of the bagman, who kept exclaiming that God had blessed your brother's child and that he would be blessed in the future.

"Back then, that Mr. Pao Pao took the commission and after several investigations, he finally found something and went to the Zuiyu Building to look for someone. Looking for a woman named Mo."

Someone wondered, "Who is that?"

"A dependent of Master Xue's elder brother, known as Madam Mo. Once a concubine daughter of a large family."

Someone reacted with surprise, " Madam Mo that's the name of the Zuiyu Building Sister, isn't it?"

"But the party heard what she did, and it seemed like an evil woman."

Mo Ran said lightly, "She wasn't born evil either. According to my mother, Madam Mo was a poor person who was similar to her. When she was young, she had a lover, a penniless monk, who said he was going to Lower Fairy World to found a prestigious sect, so Madam Mo gave him all her money and jewellery, determined to help him achieve his ambition."

Xue Zhengyong murmured, "It's my big brother."

Mo Ran continued, "When the scholar said goodbye, he vowed to Madam Mo that when he was successful in his career, he would marry her in an honorable manner. He also gave Madam Mo the words, "On the smoky river, in the painting boat, the fairy pipa sounds slowly, but the gentleman is silent when he leaves." This later became the evidence used by Mr Pao to identify himself with her."

This is the kind of thing that is most pleasing to the eyes and ears of men and women.

A female cultivator asked, "Is it possible that the former Sect Leader of the Peak of Death and Life also did the same thing as Nan Gongyan, abandoning his wife?"

Xue Zhengyong's leopard eyes widened and she immediately scolded, "Nonsense! My brother is not that kind of person!

At the mention of his late brother, the man could not help but feel sad and his eyes reddened slightly.

Elder Xuan Ji also said, "Please be careful what you say, this fairy. The previous master died in a fierce battle shortly after the founding of the sect, not because he deliberately broke his promise. Before he passed away, he used to talk about that woman with His Holiness, saying that he would go and fetch her as soon as the sect was stable. He and Nan Gongyan were not the same thing at all."

"It's true." Mo Ran said softly, "She was much luckier than me, Mother, after all. Her husband is dead, but there are people who want to take her back. Nan Gongyan is still alive, but never dared to recognise me or my mother."

"So that's why you were jealous, you killed Madam Mo, burned down the Zuiyu Building and took the place of the man you were supposed to be."

Hearing such malicious speculation, Mo Ran looked at the "extremely clever" monk and said, "I have never actively thought of taking his place."

The monk was not convinced and sneered, "What is that all about? Did someone else force you to be the son of the top of this death and life?"

What is it about?

Mo Ran can't help but think that there are many things in this world that, at the beginning, were not like this at all. One day, a butterfly suddenly flaps its wings, and the wind rises and the sea turns into a mulberry field.

It's as if he never intended to take Xue Zhengyong's nephew's place in the first place, and Madam Mo was never the same villainous theater mother.

She, too, had her gentle, kind-hearted days, and had stood by the window, hoping that her husband would return soon. She, too, had been happy to write to her distant lover when she learned that she was expecting a child, and she had received a letter from him, and the excitement of a man who had become a father was overwhelming.

She has had all these wonderful years.

So what if she is a concubine, so what if people ridicule her lover as a nobody, so what if they laugh at her for being pregnant before she is married. One day, he would make good on his promise and take her and her child into his home in style. That was what she believed.

But then, as the days went by, gradually the letters went from three days to seven days, and from seven days to one month, and finally there was no news.

Madam Mo was disillusioned, she was wild and had kept the relationship a secret from her parents, and after she gave birth, she hesitated a few times before returning home with her baby. The father was furious and the wife was very abusive. Madam Mo left in anger. After a series of changes, the daughter of a large family becomes the head of the Zuiyu Building.

Life has such ups and downs, fate is like a furnace, you go in unknowingly and come out, perhaps with a completely different face.

This was the case with Mo Ran, as it was with Madam Mo back then.

When Mr. Pao found her, fourteen years had passed since her innocent years in the boudoir.

The gentleman with the Xue Zhengyong commission took his seat with a flourish, unfurled his fan and smiled, "Where's your sister here?

She was dressed in a peach blossom coat, with a goose yellow shawl on her arm, twisting her waist, carrying a water pipe bag, lifting the tinkling bead curtain, and smiling delicately, "Oh, this gentleman, you've come early in the morning to listen to a little song, do you like pipa or yangqin?

This is life. Fourteen years ago, when her lover left, she leaned against the beaded curtain, looking forlorn and beautiful, and watched him go.

Fourteen years later, her lover's brother finally finds her, and the curtain of years, separated by a vast life, is rolled back up again. She brushes aside the vermilion and green, but she is already full of vicissitudes. The blushing woman who once sat in the Zuiyu Building has long since died, and the one who calls the shots is a half-Mr. Xu who smokes water pipes and has silky eyes.

Mr. Baodai did not have so much emotion, he only had money in his eyes. He shook his fan and smiled, "There's no need to listen to the song, I'm here to ask Sister about someone."

The smile on Sister's face froze and her tone cooled, "Ask around about people asking around about who"

The gentleman said slowly and deliberately, "On the smoky river, in the painted boat, the fairy pipa sounds slowly, and the gentleman hears silently when he is not there."

When he had finished the whole sentence, she was already pale, her lips trembling, her sharp, even rather mean eyebrows twitching abruptly, and she held her handkerchief to her breast for half a day before she asked, shivering.

"What are you, what are you really?"

If I'm not mistaken, then I've found someone for Madam Xue," laughed Mr Pao. Madam Mo, how have you been all these years?"

Madam Mo wobbled a little and failed to stand firmly, falling onto a round tung wood stool, panting heavily, her face red for a while and white for a while, waving her hand to dismiss the crowd, leaving only Mr. Pao in the hall. She stared at the businessman's face with a mixture of joy and sadness in her eyes.

Mr. Baotou looked indifferent, lifted the teapot and filled a half-cold tea for her, handing it over, "Have a sip of tea first."

Madam Mo shuddered as she held up her cup, took a sip, then another, and waited for her tea to dry up, still emptying it several times before lifting her head.

"It was Xue Xuelang who told you to come to me."

Mr. Baodai sighed, "To tell the truth, Xue Your Mightiness, who is on Sister's mind, has long since passed away."

"What."

"It was his brother who asked me to look around for his brother's confidante. At the beginning, the two brothers set up their own sect in Lower Fairy World and became very prosperous, no longer a lonely guest who had no one to turn to. But the elder Xue was too busy building up his sect to get away for a while, and then he had an accident while killing a demon, and unfortunately he was "

Before Madam Mo could finish listening, she immediately covered her face and burst into tears.

After Mr. Pao had persuaded her to stop sobbing for a long time, the gentleman continued, "Before Xue Your Mightiness passed away, he had talked to his brother about Sister, and his brother had been searching for her all these years, hoping to find you and take you back."

Madam Mo, not daring to be confident, fiercely took Mr. Pao's hand and said, "You repeat, you repeat that sentence again I don't believe it, I don't believe it was him who died"

This was one of the most important lines of the deal, and of course he knew it by heart, so he immediately repeated it again: "On the smoky river, in the painted boat, the fairy pipa is singing slowly, and the gentleman is silently listening to it."

Madam Mo let out a low, startled cry, tears filling her eyes again: "He... he didn't look for me all these years because... I thought I still resented him."

Mr. Baodai sighed, "It's been many years, Sister, I'm sorry for your loss. By the way, does Sister have a son?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Madam Mo choked back sobs, wiping tears as she cried, before shouting upstairs towards the warming room, " Mo Nian, Mo Nian Mo Nian come on, come down"

The door to the warming room opens and out comes not Mo Nian, but a weak child.

The child was holding a change of clothes, his thin face peeking out from behind them, his cheek still bruised and scarred, and he looked timid.

Mr. Baudelaire was a little hesitant: "Is this your son?"

"Ah, no, no." Madam Mo wiped her tears from her eyes and said, "This is the boy who burns the fire in my building."

The gentleman was immediately relieved and laughed soothingly, "Oh, so that's it."

Madam Mo turned to the boy and asked, "Mo Ran, where's the gentleman gone?"