Chapter 271: [Tianyin Pavilion] The Final Trial

Hearing Xue Zhengyong's words, someone from another sect stood up angrily: "Can you shut up about your disciples practicing the Zhenlong chess game at the top of death and life, you have already broken the taboo of Xianxia. "

" Xue Zhengyong, you're still speaking for him, you're not working with him, are you?"

All around was a buzz of people talking.

This is often the case with sects and clans alike. If one person becomes a god, the chickens and dogs rise to the top. But once one person has done something unforgivable, the whole sect or family is seen as a treacherous devil's den.

"This is a measure of guilt, not a sentence." Mu Yanli was light-hearted, not judging the matter at hand, not judging the pinnacle of life and death, "There is no need to be anxious, Master Xue. After the verdict, the merits will be commuted. The final verdict will be that the merits and demerits will be offset."

When she finished, she turned her head and looked away from Mo Ran again, her voice clear and cold: "Go on with the Chen sin."

"I used to cheat on my teachers."

"Deceiving the Master"

That is a confusing statement.

Mo Ran, however, feels like her heart is on fire.

The water of iniquity, which is a tribute to his past life, will grind out of his throat the grave sins he committed in his last life

But he didn't want to talk about it. Did he want to tell how he had abused Chu Wanning in his past life in front of countless eyes?

He imprisoned her and took her as a concubine.

It was an insult to his pride, and it ended up killing him.

He didn't want to talk about it.

He didn't think he was going to make it, but Chu Wanning's years were still long.

Chu Wanning is a spirit of divine wood, with the purest of auras and an extraordinary gift. He hopes that Chu Wanning will be able to continue on his journey, and that in the end he will be able to ascend to immortality and never have to suffer the pains of reincarnation or love again.

His master was so nice and clean.

He wanted to protect him

The crowd must not be made to feel that they are involved and involved.

Chu Wanning must not be seen as dirty, stained with the sins and fishy sweetness of the Fairy Tramper.

He wants to protect him.

Protecting him

A fire burned in my belly, and the pain was so intense that it broke my heart. In my ears, I could hear Mu Yanli asking, "What does it mean to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors?

He doesn't say, he doesn't say.

His fingertips rubbed blood on the coarse gravel ground, his forehead was crushed scarlet, and he hunched in place, panting like a fish on the verge of death on a river bank

He doesn't say.

Resisting the water of sin is the same as resisting the heavenly question; if you grit your teeth, you will always be able to endure it in the end.

He struggled and howled like a trapped animal amidst the cross-examination of the Tianyin Pavilion and the sideways glances of the crowd. The torment was too deep to be endured by ordinary people, and this was a hundred times more painful than a heavenly interrogation.

He felt as if his gut had been tightened, torn and twisted by an invisible hand, the blood-splattered sores flooded with salt water, hot and painful, his wristbone burrowing.

Mu Yanli's voice seems so distant, as if it were coming from across the ocean.

"What is the so-called deception of the master?"

He does not speak; he bites his tongue, he bites his lips, his mouth is bloody, but he does not shed tears.

Same as being in a dog cage for seven days.

He does not cry.

His tears will only be a laughing stock for those watching.

No one would pity, and he did not care for the pity of these people.

Even if it hurts until you die and your liver is broken, you have to endure it.

Mu Yanli was still interrogating in a condescending manner: "What have you done to Chu Wanning?"

It was so painful that I ended up hallucinating before my eyes.

He was in a trance when he saw Chu Wanning ascending to immortality a hundred years later. When he is not smiling, his eyes have a sharp edge, but when he smiles, the edge melts away and becomes the gentleness of a lake and a sea.

"Not ever."

Mu Yanli froze for a moment, her lips lightly parted: "What"

Mo Ran grunted and crushed in his throat, hoarse to the core: "I was wrong, I didn't I didn't deceive the teacher"

The eyes are raised, bloodshot, but the pupils are bright.

"Extermination of the Ancestors"

Words bite.

"" Mu Yanli's face was not sure what expression was on it, there seemed to be a hint of shock and a hint of bewilderment, but she was born so cold that both shock and bewilderment were soon frozen into ice, and after a pause she said, "Continue with Chen's crime."

Mo Ran was coughing up blood, his lungs felt like they were churned up, and his breath came with a muddy, fishy smell.

He lay on the ground, waiting for the immense pain of the v. sinful water to pass, drenched and pale as a sheet, his cheek against the ground, his hair stained on his cheek, gasping for breath.

Mu Yanli involuntarily takes a half step forward.

She stared at him, "Go on Chen sin."

"Not guilty." Mo Ran closed his eyes and said in a mute voice, "But Chan."

Mu Yanli then ordered one of his disciples to fetch a little of Mo Ran's blood and smear it on a lingering weight, which was engraved with three small seal characters, "Gong Xin De", to measure the person's virtue.

She tossed the weights into the scales.

The scales are slowly floating and everyone but Mo Ran is staring at the golden pointer

"Crushing the soul" is still "crushing the soul"

The pointer is moving hunchbacked.

Crushing the soul.

But not out of the circle of crushed souls.

Xue Meng gripped the Dragoncity scimitar resting on his knee, his face extremely hard as he stared at the scales. He tried to keep his back as straight as possible, knowing that if he fell, it would be difficult to straighten it up again.

He shivered slightly, his palms colder than Dragoncity's basalt at the moment.

Mu Yanli's eyes did not blink as she looked at the golden scale, the needle moving slower and slower, almost forbidden in the field of the "crushed soul".

She brushed away her sleeves and said lightly, "Well, it seems the big picture has"

"It's still moving."

"Sir Xue."

Xue Meng stared at her, and he was speaking, even though his voice was trembling badly, even though he didn't know whether he was doing the right thing or the wrong thing.

"The needle is still moving."

Mu Yanli said, "It's almost time to stop."

"Then wait for it to stop."

Mu Yanli is at eye level with him.

After a moment, a cold and mocking smile surfaced on her face, "Good, then wait for it to stop."

The sun is hot, baking the gravel floor with a layer of grey smoke.

They waited, all of them looking at the pointer, waiting for it to stop falling. But strangely enough the hand did not settle after a long time

It seems to be uncertain about what to do with Mo Weiyu, and it is wavering, hesitantly leaning towards the place of diminished guilt, slowly, little by little.

Mu Yanli, who seemed to have never been in such a situation before, said nothing more and waited quietly for Shenwu's verdict on the scales, with her goose yellow hem on the ground.

Xue Meng's knuckles are white as he stares intently at the needle, as if he is about to arbitrate not on Mo Weiyu's life alone, but on the years he has known Mo Ran.

From contempt to dislike, from dislike to acceptance, from acceptance to approval.

Was the initial coldness wrong, or was it the later "brother" that was so wrong?

He doesn't know.

He stared at the one needle, and his bewildered heart had only one hope when he stared at it.

Don't stop falling.

Please.

Keep going a bit further, you see, it's still a bit short

That guy could not have been more wrong, but he also shattered the spiritual core and retired a thousand horses and armies.

How can capital punishment be imposed?

How can you crush his soul?

A little. A little more.

To the end.

"Raw digging for spiritual cores."

Mu Yanli's face was expressionless as she announced that she looked extremely fair and cold-blooded, a far cry from the warm golden glow of her robe, which was colder than the frost and snow.

The pointer stopped.

The tip trembles as it points to the words 'Raw Digging for Spiritual Cores'.

That was the final judgement of the Patriarch of Ink.

Mu Yanli, to the huge crowd of spectators below, and the ten schools on stage

The Tianyin Pavilion still has the old seat of the School of Confucianism, and there is a lone person sitting there, Ye Wangxi, dressed in black.

She carries Nangong Si's cloth arrow bag, and on her knee lies Nao Baijin, who has lost his master forever, her face haggard but her gaze clear, and she too is looking at what is happening on this judgment seat.

Mu Yanli said, "The blue sky has eyes, the mirror hangs high, Tianyin Pavilion merits and demerits are judged without favouritism, without bias, without deliberate difficulties, sentencing, Mo Ran Mo Weiyu, to the criminal law of digging up spiritual cores. It is clearly shown for three days and is respectfully announced to the world, if there is no objection, after three days"

Xue Meng, who had been holding back with his eyes closed, could not resist at this moment. He suddenly rose, his silver and blue light armour shining brightly: "I have an objection."

""

"There is no need to wait until after three days, I have an objection now."

The uproar below was even greater: "The top of death and life fucking close the faction, what the hell?"

"Why don't we just put Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng on trial together? They're probably in cahoots with each other.

"At that time Zhenlong chess descended, how did not kill how many people at the top of the birth ah you really are not a magic cave"

Xue Meng's face was blue with anger, but he had to suppress his anger with all his strength.

Mu Yanli naturally heard the angry rantings of the monks, but she turned a deaf ear to them and said indifferently, " What does Little Xue have to say, I am all ears."

Xue Meng opened his mouth, seemingly not knowing what to say. Madam Wang was very worried and quietly pulled him along: " Xue Meng, there are still three days left, let's think long and hard about what to say"

Xue Meng, however, seems not to have heard his mother's words as he stares blankly at Mu Yanli for a moment, then turns to the scales and finally his gaze falls on a small black dot in the distance.

That's Mo Ran on the torture platform.

Xue Meng's eyes fluttered suddenly, as if the curtain had been blown up by the wind, and ripples crumpled under them.

Neither dark nor light.

Without thinking, he said, "He no longer has a spirit core."

Mu Yanli: "What does it mean?"

Xue Meng suddenly became agitated as he looked back at her, "What do you mean you are not clear? The man who saved your life at the top of death and life, the man who retreated the chess piece, is he not the one? Pavilion Master Mu, I want to know how you are going to carry out the execution his spirit core has been shattered what more do you have to do to dig out his heart"

There was moisture in his eyes and his nails sunk deep into his palms.

"Raw digging for spiritual cores, raw digging for spiritual cores without spiritual cores, do you want his life"

Mu Yanli narrows his eyes: " Tianyin Pavilion has its own way of being Tianyin Pavilion."

"According to the rules, after the verdict falls, the execution will take place in three days." Suddenly a slightly muffled voice rang out, and the crowd raised their eyes to see that the speaker was Ye Wangxi, "What is the solution, Your Excellency, and I hope it will be made clear here."

Immediately, someone from Jade Lake Villa ranted, "Who are you to open your mouth?"

Some even whispered below: "With Jiang Xi backing her up and Nangong Si's death to clear the name of the Confucianism School, she really takes herself seriously, and on such a big occasion, an unknown woman questioning the Master of Tianyin Pavilion like this, she is also worthy of it! "

Ye Wangxi has ignored all of this.

Until someone who had a grudge against the Nangong family shouted at her, "Ye Wangxi, the School of Confucianism is dead, you don't think you're the head of the School of Confucianism sitting over there all by yourself, do you?"

Ye Wangxi held Nao Baijin, who was whimpering in her arms and had not yet regained her spiritual power. She stood alone, neither angry nor noisy, and when the voices, either angry or mocking, had subsided, she said, "The Confucianism School is still in place, and it is not for you to say whether it is dead or not."

"You."

Ye Wangxi did not want to talk too much with the others, and his eyes looked at Mu Yanli: "I would like to ask you to tell me."

Mu Yanli said, "It is not that there is no way to reshape the spirit core in this world. The spirit core is broken, but the fragments are still within the heart cavity, so the so-called raw excavation of the spirit core, naturally there is no need to demand that the spirit core is intact."

Xue Meng's face was as pale as paper: "So what do you want?"

"Just cast a spell and dig out all the pieces of the spirit core." Mu Yanli said, "The Tianyin Pavilion will not kill him."

Before the word "life" could be uttered, Xue Zhengyong also stood up, his face clouded with gloom: "Dig up all the spiritual core fragments."

"Nice."

"How many times do you have to dig?" Xue Zhengyong's eyes widened in anger, his temples already laced with white hair, "Five or ten times a raw digging for a spirit core damages the heart, and each time is extremely painful. A few years ago Tianyin Pavilion dug up a prisoner's spirit core. She returned to the prison and died."

Mu Yanli indifferently: "That is her own weakness, not Tianyin Pavilion's fault."

"Then you might as well just kill him" Xue Zhengyong shouted angrily, "Mu Yanli, a fragment of a spirit core is not something you can say. You are lynching him."

"If it does break like that, it's his own life."

Xue Zhengyong is dumbfounded.

life

Everything is life.

Suddenly he felt ridiculous.

What is life

He raised this child as his own nephew by mistake because of his life.

He gave this child family, a master, a place to stay, a home. But what was this child's original destiny

A bastard outcast, he grew up without enough to eat and followed his mother to beg and sell for a living.

His mother died, and he, a thin and languid toddler, dragged his gradually decaying body to a mass grave, where he buried the only warmth of his childhood with his own hands.

He has been beaten countless times, scolded countless times, he has been caged and falsely accused and imprisoned.

Everyone expects the world to be fair, but from the moment of birth, fate is not fair.

Why is it that on this side of the world, the gentleman of the family has a fragrant carriage and a BMW, and a thousand dollars for the smile of a beautiful woman.

The poor people there were displaced and had to feed on insects and ants, and the earth and the sky were used as seats.

Why do some people get to indulge in carefree pampering of their mothers.

Some have to take their mother's bones and go to the giants to get the phrase "three feet of fate, but you can't ask for one".

Why do some people humble themselves into the ground.

Some people are born rich.

This is not fair.

When fate pours injustice on those at the bottom of the pile, when a single price adjustment order can take the lives of their loved ones around them

Where is justice

How can one not feel hatred, how can one not be free of it?

Even though this child was missed, even though it was not his flesh and blood, even though fate had caught up with him, it still hurt to think about it.

Xue Zhengyong Close your eyes.

He muttered, "It's cruel, Shenwu. I'm afraid the scales haven't even taken into account the shattering of the nucleus hundreds of times, Mu Yanli."

His voice was shaking as he lifted his eyes.

"You will take the awl and pluck and stab him in the heart, hundreds of times."

""

The sky and the earth are clear and everything at the Tianyin Pavilion is rigorous, fair and meticulous.

Xue Zhengyong tilts his face up and looks at the radiant clouds slowly trailing past.

"Well, now that he has paid for his sins, it is time for him to pay back what he owes the world."

The wind has picked up.

Xue Zhengyong suddenly choked up.

"But what does the world owe him? Has anyone paid him back? Has anyone paid him back?"