Chapter 261: [Tianyin Pavilion] The charge of tainting the body

Hearing this, Master Xuan Jing of the Temple of No Mercy sighed, "Amitabha Buddha, it is true that Master Mo is not the nephew of Master Xue, it is a sinful fate."

Another person responded, "Ah it's him"

The surrounding monks wondered, "What is he"

"The kid who had the idea to put Mo Ran in a dog cage," the man said. The man said, "He's the same age as Mo Ran, and he's Madam Mo's son." As he pondered this, he was suddenly enlightened and said, "I see, so it wasn't greed that made you kill them and take over their nest, but hatred."

Some of the people who heard this analysis found it very reasonable, and turned to Mo Ran with a mixture of contempt and pity.

"In that case, it makes sense."

"Alas, there is a pity for the hateful."

In the midst of this chatter and contempt, Mu Yanli cleared his throat and silence immediately fell.

She said, "Sir Mo, I've heard that you have not had enough to eat in the Zuiyu Building and have been abused.

Mo Ran said, "Yes."

"The son of the mother, the boy who had the idea to put you in the dog cage, was wrong as well as right."

"That's right."

When they saw the speculation that had been made, they sighed more and more and nodded from side to side: "Alas, you see, it is indeed hatred that has given rise to the desire to kill. He must have hated that mother and son."

They were right, how could they not hate Mo Nian, who was the same age as him but much stronger, and because he was the son of his mother, no one in the building dared to mess with him. The boy grew up vicious and stubborn, always taking it out on Mo Ran and often framing him for trouble. Mo Ran was always the one to blame for anything he did.

But Mo Ran was so honest that even though he was wronged, he did not dare to take revenge on Prince Mo Nian.

At that time, he only had one cake to eat every day, and if he dared to talk too much, he was afraid that even this last ration would be deducted.

If he wakes someone up, he will get another beating.

Mu Yanli asks, "Do you resent them?"

Mo Ran lifted her eyes, and there was almost a sneer in those eyes, "Or else."

Mu Yanli said, "But your surname, it still follows hers, and you hated her so much that you didn't think of changing it afterwards"

Mo Ran said, "Mo is the surname of the Zuiyu Building, and many of the servants who sold themselves here took it as their surname. We call Madam Mo 'godmother' or 'ama', and we all do, so I'm used to it.

"She treats each and every one of you so badly."

"No," Mo Ran says. Mo Ran says, "It's just that she never liked me much, and then I let Xun Fengruo go, and she got more and more disgusted with me."

"So, Madam Mo, how badly did you get treated?"

In fact, this is a very good question. Mo Ran has spent so many years in the building that only on New Year's Eve can he have a slice of moon meat, that is, the fatty meat that the guests have chewed halfway through, other than that, there is only one pie to eat every day, and he has to do the heaviest work and the slightest mistake will beg for a flogging.

But he really didn't want to say anything more and simply said, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Good. No harm, no foul, then change." Mu Yanli asked again, "Because she treated you so badly, when she asked you about Mo Nian's whereabouts, did you lie and did you already have your own agenda in mind?"

Mo Ran said, "No."

His life, clothes and warmth were all in the palm of his mother's hand. So when he heard Niang's question, little Mo Ran, like a dog used to being scolded, cowered for a moment before whispering, "Nian has gone to private school."

Madam Mo knew her own son very well, and thought to herself, "How could it be possible that that boy is usually the least inclined to study, so he must have gone out to play somewhere crazy again. But Mr. Pao was still sitting next to her, so she coughed lightly and nodded, "Alas, my boy is just serious and knows what he's doing, look, sir, he's gone out to listen to the lesson again."

Mr. Baodao then smiled and said, "Ah, it is good to be diligent and studious. I will first write to the Lord at the top of death and life, and then they will recognize each other, so there is no hurry."

Madam Mo then got up and bowed down excitedly, "Thank you very much, sir. I will never forget your kindness when I am rich and prosperous in the future."

Madam Mo sat there for a long time after Mr. Pao had left, weeping and laughing at the same time.

It was only after half a day of this that she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Mo Ran was standing in the corner looking at her with some trepidation.

She probably saw in Duan Yihan an experience all too similar to her own, or perhaps it was because Mo Ran had the audacity to let her cash cow go before. But whatever the reason, as Mo Ran recalls, she didn't like the cub, and grew to dislike him more and more.

She glared at him and said, "What are you looking at?"

Little Mo Ran was busy dropping her long, slender lashes, "I'm sorry."

"You say you're sorry, but in your heart do you think it's ridiculous that I'm crying and laughing like this"

""

Seeing that he did not say anything, but only bowed his head obediently, Madam Mo swept him back and forth and said with disgust, "Forget it, I won't bother with you, what do you know about an ungrateful dog who eats out of his own pocket?"

Mo Ran, long used to his mother calling him a dog, hung his head and didn't say a word.

Madam Mo said, "Don't stand here, I'm in a good mood today, I won't beat you. You go and find Duke Nien without deceiving me, I know he is not at the private school bring him back. I have something important to say to him, go now."

When she heard she was told to go to the Prince, Mo Ran subconsciously trembled. But eventually he nodded tamely and whispered, "Yes, Godmother."

"Don't call me godmother from now on." Madam Mo wrinkled her nose, "This Zuiyu Building, I'll just be quick, I won't talk to you much, you go ahead."

At dusk that day, Mo Ran, as instructed by Sister, went on an anxious search for Nian Gongzi in the vicinity of the Zuiyu Building.

He wasn't sure whether he wanted to find this person quickly or slowly. If he found him, he would undoubtedly be scolded by Nian Gongzi for spoiling his fun. But if he didn't find him, Madam Mo would also scold him for being useless.

Tiny figures walk helplessly under the waning sun.

At that time, Mo Ran was unaware that her fate was about to be switched with that of Nian Gongzi in reverse.

He searched one place at a time, honestly.

Go to all the places where Nian Gongzi used to go, the river bank, the casino, the youth house, the cockfighting yard then all were taunted and kicked out.

Finally, after a few enquiries, he learned that Duke Nian had gone to a mill on the outskirts of town with a group of friends in the afternoon, reportedly carrying a large sack.

Without giving it much thought, Mo Ran hurried to the mill.

The mill had long been abandoned and was surrounded by cemeteries, so there were no crowds during the day.

Mo Ran was busy saying, "Gongzi, Godmother is calling you back, saying that"

He didn't finish his sentence.

For he noticed that the faces of the teenagers were overflowing with a kind of frightened fear of a great disaster, and a few of them had even cried in fear, cowering and shivering.

Mo Ran froze for a moment, years of being bullied had developed a sense of alertness and he immediately shuddered and turned tail and ran when he saw Duke Nian's eyes were bloodshot and staring at him.

The Duke of Nien reacted extremely quickly and bellowed, "Catch him"

Mo Ran was no match for these children, and after three strokes, he was pinned to the ground and twisted and sent to Nian Gongzi.

Someone whispered, "What's going to happen, Mo Nian, this is going to be bad."

"It's too late to run away, the boy saw us."

"Or even him too."

Mo Ran didn't know what they were talking about, but the young faces were fierce and fierce, and that was the first thing he remembered about the word "evil spirits".

Duke Nian narrowed his eyes, he was the calmest and most gloomy of these people.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Don't kill him."

Mo Ran looks up creepily.

kill

These people had beaten him, cursed him and humiliated him, but he had never thought that the word "kill" could come out of the mouths of a group of 14 or 15-year-olds.

He was a little confused for a moment, unable even to react.

Nian Gongzi said, "Put him in the mill."

""A group of people around them looked at each other, and then a sharp-tongued teenager reacted first, his eyes glowing, his nostrils still dripping with thick snot, his face flushed red, and he said in a shrill voice, "Good, good idea ah"

One by one, someone else came to understand: "Ah so that's what it means or Mo Nian is great"

These people were originally staring at Mo Ran as if they were staring at a deadly enemy with a blood feud, but now a pair of eyes fell as if they were starving wolves staring at a fat lamb.

Mo Ran was pushed into the mill without a word.

First he hammered on the door and struggled, but the door was quickly blocked and there were no windows in the mill, only ragged sunlight filtering in between the cracks of the broken and leaky boards.

Mo Ran shouted, "Let me out you let me out"

Someone outside was shouting, "Go and report to the police. Go and report to the police."

"Quickly, quickly we'll watch here, take a few fast-footed ones and report to the officer"

Mo Ran shouted and hammered at the door for a while, but when he found that he couldn't shout or hammer, he gave up and turned back in a daze to see another person lying across the room in the dim light of the twilight.

That's a girl.

I remembered that she was the daughter of a family selling bean curd in the East Street, and that Nian had been pestering her for some time.

The girl's clothes had all been torn to shreds and her green, naked body lay alone on the floor, her arms and legs spread out, her body bruised and battered, her private parts a mess

She had been abused to death by these animals, her eyes were still open, her cheeks were still tear-stained, her eyes were vacant, staring in the direction of Mo Ran, at the door.

Mo Ran froze for a moment before he let out a violent scream and his back slammed against the door panel, his pupils closing in finally understanding what those outside had done and were going to do.

He knew that the girl was a soft touch and her family had no background, so she was easy to pinch. So he and some of his mates took her to the mill and took turns to defile her. The girl was weak and the gang was so rough that the girl died halfway through.

Mo Ran muttered, "No no" he reeled back and began frantically tapping on the door panel, "Open the door open the door not me open the door"

As if hearing his plea, the door of the mill opened unexpectedly.

Mo Ran tried to rush out but his hands were roughly held down by the group of teenagers.

At the head of the group was Duke Nian, who was ruthless and said, "I almost forgot, do it like a little."

Then he instructed his partner to strip Mo Ran naked and dabbed some blood and slime on the girl's body and smeared it on Mo Ran.

Mo Ran was crying and struggling the whole time, but the force of the boys was too great, and their desire to live overwhelmed everything else. "Shut the fuck up, you're a murderer and a rapist and you can't tell me that with all the witnesses."

"No not me not me."

But what could they do if they resisted? They scratched him up and threw him into the mill, chained him naked with the dead girl, and then reported him to the authorities as a thief.

Mo Ran, who had no defence, was beaten in court with 30 heavy strokes of the board, with his flesh cracked and bloodied, and then taken into custody to await the final sentence.

The inmates in the same cell laughed at him, cursed him, and a few of his daughters heard about his behaviour and beat him up, some even tried to abuse him but the head of the cell didn't want to make a scene so they stopped.

Madam Mo came that night, she had already known in her heart what was going on and was originally annoyed that her son was not fighting.

But so what?

She, as a mother, always defended her children.

She was afraid that when the trial started, the officials would investigate the case in detail, and if the investigation reached her family's Mo Nian head, how could the mother and son still jump up to become phoenixes?

Glory or status, she and her children deserved it.

She would not allow anything to go wrong.

So she came here under the stars, gave the head of the prison and the officials enough money and begged them to turn a blind eye and take the blame on Mo Ran alone.

However, Madam Mo came back to visit Mo Ran in prison after the bribe, probably because she had a bad conscience. He also brought Mo Ran a bowl of roast pork.

"There's no poison, I wouldn't poison you."

Mo Ran cowered in the corner looking at him, his eyes so black they were purple with trapped and helplessness, mourning and pain shining in them. The kind of look of cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs that are about to be slaughtered.

Scared and sad.

But there is also a tameness that follows despair.

Madam Mo suddenly felt her heart tremble and twist a little.

Startled and daunted by this emotion, she rose abruptly, lowered her voice, and said with a very hard heart, "Anyway, you are a fatherless and motherless child. It's pitiful, but no one will be sad if you die. I have raised you for so many years, and it is time for you to return my kindness."

"" Mo Ran didn't say a word, didn't say yes, and didn't say no.

Madam Mo gritted her teeth and said, "This bowl of roast pork is for you to practice, you eat it and under the nine springs, don't blame me I don't have a choice either."

With those words, her skirts fluttered and she turned away.

Mo Ran has never eaten red meat in her life.

Now there was a bowl in front of him, and he stared at it for a moment, but finally didn't eat it. He turned the bowl upside down on the floor, the marinade was running everywhere. He stared at it for a moment, thinking of the blood running underneath the girl, and suddenly he felt indescribably sick, so he turned his back and vomited violently, holding onto the wall.

He couldn't spit anything out.

He was a man who only had one pie to eat all day.

The pie had long since been digested and all he vomited out was acid.

That night, he could not sleep. He was covered in a crust of blood, which in turn gradually became brittle and hard, molting to the ground like rusty powder at the touch.

He was in his cell, not talking to the other prisoners, no one knew what he was thinking, no one knew if he was dead or alive.

He was left alone, curled up and alone, and slowly figured out a lot of things.

In that dark, dirty cell, in that side of the cell that smelled of sour and roasted meat, the honest Mo Ran died. He came back to life as the Fairy Tramper Emperor who had frightened the whole of Xianxia World.

This was the cause of the heinous hatred spawned by the eight bitter long hate flowers.