Chapter 272: [Tianyin Pavilion] People's Words Can Be Feared

The public trial was eventually concluded.

Even if someone speaks out and someone pleads their case, the result will not change.

The trial by the scales of the Tianyin Pavilion Shenwu has been an ancient institution in the Xianxia sector for a thousand years, and no one has been able to escape it, and naturally Mo Weiyu has not been spared.

Cleared, Mo Ran was escorted to the penitentiary outside the Tianyin Pavilion.

He was bound by magic weapons, enveloped by boundaries, and stood by guards. He will kneel here for three days and nights, receiving ridicule and scorn from those who pass by, until the day he is born to dig for the spirit core.

It is called a public announcement.

"Father, Mother, I want to go and see him."

In the guest room of the Tianyin Pavilion, Xue Meng, unable to sit still, rises abruptly, only to be pulled back by Madame Wang.

Mrs. Wang said, "Don't go."

She is rarely firm, but at this moment she cannot deny it.

"Don't go to the confessional, don't go to see him."

"Why I just I just"

Madame Wang shook her head.

"The Peak of Death and Life is in a difficult position to protect itself, and today there are many people who are telling us that you and your son should be calm and not take any more risks. If something happens to the Top of Death and Life, Yu Heng will be fine, and Mo Ran will be fine, but their last way out will be cut off."

Xue Meng was bewildered: "But would anyone really fight him, surround him with curses? I don't know what the Zhenlong game is all about, why he can solve it but"

He buried his face in his palm, his voice moist.

"But it was really him who saved us that day ah why should some people who have not experienced the calamity of that day, who have not seen what happened that day, treat him like that just on the basis of one side of the story."

Why

Xue Meng does not understand, he is too pure.

But Madame Wang knew it well, and Xue Zhengyong understood it too.

The Tianyin Pavilion is the most impartial temple in the Xianxia world. Once something has been defined, and especially if it has stood for thousands of years, it is rare for anyone to think about why it is impartial and whether it is wrong. In such a power, even if there is a counter-argument, it will be easily overridden.

Mo Weiyu is a sinner.

For being a sinner, anyone can him and spit on him.

Because it is the sinner who is cursed and the sinner who is beaten, those spiteful words or fists are not violence, not venting, not following, not catharsis of jealousy, and not infinite pleasure at the fall of a tiger.

Rather, they are punishing evil and promoting good.

Whoever dares to speak out and plead for mercy is an accomplice and should be taken to the stage, with his face painted and his hair cut off.

Xue Meng cannot be seen at the confessional.

It's going to be crazy.

In the evening, a light rain began to fall.

The penitentiary was uncovered, Mo Ran knelt in the misty mist, the fine rain against his face, his eyes closed, the crowds swarming, the rain could not quench the bustle.

By this time, the monks had dispersed and those who remained were mostly ordinary people who did not know what was going on. The inhabitants of Upper Fairy World did not know about Xianxia, nor did they know about the previous events, but they were extremely curious, holding their oil-paper umbrellas and looking at the man in bondage.

During the day, their stands are far enough away that it is impossible to see Mo Ran's face.

But at the public trial at the penitentiary, all these people could come closer to see it.

A girl was saying in low surprise, "When I heard what he did this morning, I thought he was a green-faced ugly bastard, but I didn't think he would be good looking."

The big, strong man beside her then thoughtfully straightened her cloak and said, "You are just too naive. There are countless people in this world who are good looking but sinister at heart, so don't be fooled by the appearance of such people."

There were also parents with their sons who came especially for the occasion.

The father, a gentleman who teaches at Upper Fairy World, picked up his child so he could see Mo Ran on his knees.

"See? In future, you must behave properly and never behave like this beast."

The child, who was five or six years old and not yet very sensible, asked, "Father, what has he done wrong?" Why is he kneeling here?

"The wrongs he has committed are too numerous to mention." The teacher was sour, "According to the Tianyin Pavilion's public trial, he killed people, set fires, practised forbidden arts and concealed his identity. This man has no shame, no humanity, he is cold-blooded and dark, he is worse than a dog and a pig, and when you grow up you must not be like him.

"Remember."

The father was just relieved when he heard the child ask himself, "But daddy, do you know him?"

The father was stunned: "Of course I don't know him. Your father and I are the most upright gentlemen of the Upper Fairy World Qingfeng Academy, and have been open and honest all my life.

After a pause, as if he felt he had to add more fuel to the fire, he gave the child an earnest lecture: "Our family is a family of books, and we have all been given excellent moral training since our childhood, and we should feel extremely ashamed and dirty for speaking even one more word with a man like him. Do you remember that?"

This time the child did not say he remembered or did not remember.

He asked in confusion, "But father, if you don't know him, how do you know that he is," he tried to imitate his father's words, struggling to remember, "worse than a dog or a pig, cold-blooded and dark. "

Mr. Teach: "You don't understand, it's not the same. He's the one who's already been convicted."

The child's big black and white eyes looked at Mo Ran and said for a long time, "But this brother, he looks so pitiful he doesn't look like a bad person either, what about the Sound Court, could it be that the trial is wrong?"

"You're too young to think that." The teacher, ever pedantic, dismissed his son's questioning, "When you grow up, you will understand that the Tianyin Pavilion has been the fairest and most just place on earth for thousands of years, the temple left by the gods, and there can hardly be a mistake."

The child stares at Mo Ran with his finger in his mouth, seeming to understand, but does not help Mo Ran anymore.

As the night wore on, the crowd thinned out and dispersed.

It was the third night, the drizzle turned into a downpour, and not a single person was there anymore.

The night passes and at the break of dawn, a morning market vendor slowly walks past pushing a crate.

It is raining hard and windy, and the peddler is hunched over his rickety wooden cart. Mo Ran is half asleep, half awake and drowsy at the moment, hearing the sound of the cart's wheels grinding on the gravel road and the peddler's strained, heavy panting.

He drifted in and out of consciousness, thinking that he was still in the years of his travels.

He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes out of focus.

But almost reflexively, as he had every day and every night since he lost Chu Wanning, he instinctively wanted to give a hand, to help the tired vendor push the cart under the tree, to do what he could.

But he found he could not stand up.

It took him a long time to remember that all those times of redemption were gone.

He is now a convicted sinner in the Tianyin Pavilion.

The wind was so strong that the tarpaulin on the hawker's car was rolled up and he tried hard to flatten it, but to no avail.

The tarpaulin blew up and the pile of goods on the cart was drenched in rain. The poor man, tired of running around for a living, then anxiously fought through the rain, tarp by tarp

Mo Ran looked at him.

He felt hard done by, as he remembered his mother's past of doing the dance of the blade for a coin.

There are always so many people in this world who have to brave the elements and move around for a mouthful of food when others are resting on their laurels.

He was keen to help him.

On this quiet, rainy night, he felt so settled that he could recall many things from his past. He thought of the words he had once said to Mother with a smile on his face.

"When I get rich, I will build many, many houses, and everyone will have a place to live, and no one will be hungry or cold anymore."

Mo Ran was puzzled as to why none of the Tianyin Pavilion disciples who were standing by came forward to give the vendor a hand.

It's obviously just a matter of raising your hand.

But these men stood erect, like pines and cypresses, in the most solemn and dignified manner of the Tianyin Pavilion, yet they did not move a muscle, their bodies were like rocks, and their hearts were probably not far from them.

The peddler panted and chased after the tarpaulin, which was blown, wrapped and rolled, all the way to the confessional and to Mo Ran.

A hand as thin and withered as an old tree bark finally caught it.

Mo Ran felt relieved for him when he was relieved.

But the vendor knew that the contents of his car had been drenched, and he was so upset that he didn't know how to vent his frustration. Clutching the tarpaulin, he was distraught when he suddenly became aware of Mo Ran looking at him.

He turned his head and glared at him. Suddenly gritting his teeth, he spat thick spit in Mo Ran's face, "What are you looking at? What's there to look at? Even a bitchy, rotten bitch like you has to laugh at me damn thing see how you die"

Unhappy, but afraid to get too close, he picked up some rocks and pelted them at Mo Ran's body.

The young disciples of the Tianyin Pavilion are used to this.

In private, they often say with a smile, "People hate felons as long as they can distinguish between good and evil, so a couple of beatings won't matter."

They were very sympathetic to the people's sentiments.

So it is not often stopped.

A few stones hitting the face and body didn't hurt.

But Mo Ran was trembling slightly.

Seeing him tremble and suffer, the peddler seemed to feel that his bad luck and misery no longer counted for anything, and with some of his anger out of his mind, he dragged his frail body towards the cart, covered it with a tarpaulin, and walked away.

The night was foggy and the rain washed away the spittle from the hawkers and the many stains.

The rain is coming down harder and harder and the earth is so clean.

It's dawn.

One by one, the monks of the Tianyin Pavilion came out of the gates and passed Mo Ran, either indifferently or with disdain and contempt.

Suddenly, a pair of black boots stopped in front of Mo Ran.

An umbrella tilts down to cover the patter.

Mo Ran is asleep and not aware.

Until I heard someone arguing.

A gentle and calm voice, but in an insistent tone, "Cast a boundary to shelter him from the rain."

"No one may touch the Penitential Terrace without an order from the Pavilion Master."

"It's just a knot."

"Love can't help."

Mo Ran opened his eyes, dazed, and saw a sturdy man, no, not a man, but Ye Wangxi, who was resolute: "The execution day has not yet come, you should not do this to him."

"What have we done to him" someone frowned, "Aunt Ye mother, you speak responsibly, Tianyin Pavilion play by the rules, it is the gods who cannot stand him and make this rain, it is not a punishment we put on him."

Ye Wangxi's eyes glowed with anger: "Isn't this punishment? All night long, all last night, all night long, you let him get wet like this, if I hadn't seen it today."

There were Jade Lake Villa people passing below, it was Zhen Congming with a group of juniors.

Hearing the commotion, Zhen Congming looked sideways and sneered: "Oh, the Dark City chief of the Confucianism School is meddling again."

"Holding an umbrella for a sinner, huh?"

There were people around, whispering and talking, and a few women rolling their Ye Wangxi eyes and whispering to each other

Unfortunately the sound is not low.

"I heard that the man in black who stood up for Ye Wangxi at the Confucianism School was Mo Ran."

"What? How come I didn't know it was actually this evil spirit that helped her?"

" How can Mo Ran be so good to Ye Wangxi when he even killed the godmother who raised him."

There was silence for a moment, and then someone's eyes widened and they covered their mouth with a handkerchief and changed colour: "Oh my God, these two can't be"

What is it

It was clever that no one picked out the words at this moment. But they all had a look of disgust and excitement on their faces. The irresponsible speculation was too comfortable, as if it were a protracted and intense orgasm which filled the crowd and spread through the smoke and rain.

They stared at the two men on stage.

A man and a woman.

Why would a woman want to help a man who is down and out has she ever slept with him she must have slept with him, she must have loved him to death and loved his lingering, ear-to-ear love in bed.

So dirty.

Mo Ran lifted his eyes and looked at Ye Wangxi for a moment. He tried to speak but could not make a sound the first time he opened his mouth.

He only had to swallow again before he said hoarsely, " Aunt Ye mother"

"You're awake."

Ye Wangxi bows his head, still looking as gentle and dignified as he did then.

"You go away don't stand here, it's not good for you."

Ye Wangxi doesn't leave, she has a jug of warm water with her and she leans over, holding her umbrella while she unlocks the spout. The umbrella is tilted and there is rainwater that mostly falls on her.

"Something to drink"

Someone from the Tianyin Pavilion immediately came to stop it: " Aunt Ye Niang, a prisoner must not be given a meal."

"Can the prisoner be stoned and beaten by bystanders?"

Ye Wangxi did not see what happened last night, but Mo Ran had large and small stones scattered around her and her forehead and cheeks, all with bruises from being smashed.

She stares at them with a fierce Nangong Si gaze.

Gradually, too, the shadow of her deceased friend appeared in her body.

" Isn't the Tianyin Pavilion impartial? That's your fairness"

Those people knew they were in the wrong, so they said no more. The leader of the group showed embarrassment and coughed lightly, "Forget the water, other food is not allowed."

Ye Wangxi then gives him some warm water.

Mo Ran whispered, "Why bother?"

"You helped Si." Ye Wangxi did not raise his eyes, "And helped me too."

" On Dragon Mountain, if it was me who died, Nangong, he would "

Ye Wangxi's hand paused slightly, she was trembling, but she finally said, "Anyone wants to live. I'm not always going to blame you for wanting to live."

""

"Drink up." She said, "Xue Meng couldn't come, he was stopped by his parents. I am here holding the umbrella, you risked the world before to help me with Si. Now I will help you even if no one turns to you."

She looked still wide-eyed, but determined.

"I'm here."

When the Tianyin Pavilion would not allow the boundary to be opened, she held an umbrella, slightly tilted, to protect Mo Ran from the rain.

With her standing, the stone-throwers ceased, but the chatter became more and more unpleasant.

Misogynistic demons. Well-dressed beasts.

Good and bad women. Heartless murderers.

The woman standing next to the man on his knees, who will never be able to turn his life around, has been left without support.

Who will take up for them if they curse badly

It was then that Mo Ran realised how many warriors there are in the world, one after the other, as impassioned as if they were springing up.

So upright, indignant and cynical.

Once upon a time these people also went to nowhere.

The Tianyin Pavilion inquest is most rare, and I fear that no one will be given this honour for ten years.

Waves of spectators came and went, like a rising and falling tide. Someone said, "This Mo Ran has done a lot of good deeds before, but now I don't know what his intentions are, and he has stayed overnight in our village.

"I heard his mother is the Duan Yihan, did you know that?"

"Duan Yihan, the musician who is hard to find," he said, astonished, "isn't that girl very nice? I heard she is talented, gentle, noble, and very kind-hearted."

I think the world has really changed, there is no moral standard in your heart."

The man who was contradicted was a little unpleasant: "Duan Yihan is a musician, not a prostitute, she has been a theater for so many years and has never taken on any clients".

"You think she hasn't picked it up that's because you're poor, this kind of woman, as long as the money two in place, what's innocent or not."

At this point someone exclaimed, "What is the difference between a musician and a prostitute? Nowadays, there are even people who defend the dark prostitutes. I never thought that the morals of the Upper Fairy World would be so low."

It was no one else who spoke, it was again the schoolteacher who had come yesterday with the child in his arms.

Today he is not holding his child, but a pile of books, followed by a group of schoolboys from the academy. The schoolteacher raised his chin slightly, looking extremely noble.

Someone recognized him and said politely, " Mr. Ma, class is over early today."

"It's not easy to learn on paper." The teacher said, "School ended earlier today, so that I could bring my students here to be taught in person and to see the world."

He said, glancing at the gentleman who spoke for Duan Yihan, and snorted, "But I never thought I would hear such a shocking statement, which is a real eye-opener for me and really worries me about the culture of Upper Fairy World."

"Yes, Mr. Ma is right, Mr. is truly a model of morality."

"Sir is a teacher with good intentions."

The man who had been brave enough to defend Duan Yihan was ashamed and angry, but as everyone around him laughed at him, his face turned pig's liver and he could not say anything, so he left in a huff.

These words sounded to Mo Ran at first angry and then powerless.

He could do nothing but listen as his long-dead mother became fetid between the lips of the crowd.

The woman who, before she died, had told him to "remember her kindness and not to take revenge" was chewed up by a black mouth and turned into a whore, an adulteress, and a scum who gave birth to a bastard.

It is impossible to plug the yo-yo.

Ye Wangxi, having been patient for a long time, finally relented and took a step forward to argue with the people on the stage.

But Mo Ran called out to her in a low voice: "Stop it."

""

"It doesn't work."

Ye Wangxi returns to his side, and by now the rain has gradually stopped, but her umbrella remains unretracted, as if this single oil-paper umbrella could hold back anything.

Mo Ran glanced up at her and said hoarsely, "Don't stand here with me, Aunt Ye Niang, if you believe me go back to the Tianyin Pavilion, find Xue Meng and talk to the people at the top of death and life."

He took a moment to slow down.

At the moment, he is not even strong enough to speak.

"Tell them to do as I say and try to find Hua Binan and my master as soon as possible."

At the mention of Chu Wanning, his heart twisted again.

Where is Chu Wanning

Shi Mei didn't sound like she was going to hurt him, but where would he be taken by Shi Mei and what would he be forced to do?

He could not think deeply.

"The first forbidden spell is truly unlocked, be forewarned." Mo Ran's eyelashes rustled, "I couldn't block the second attack but there's bound to be a second one begging you to believe me I have no ulterior motives, I just want this to stop."

It can't go on like this.

I don't want to make the same mistake of seeing Chu Wanning call out Huaisha again.

I don't want to see him alone again, to die a difficult death and mend the vault of heaven.