Chapter 274: [Tianyin Pavilion] A Close Call

People change, even if they are the same person at first, but after ten or twenty years, their temperament and situation will not be the same again because of all the changes that happen.

In fact, Shi Mei was a cold-hearted and determined person when she planted the curse on Mo Ran.

He has no room in his eyes for anything but his own revenge, his own quest.

But at that time, when he looked at what his other red-earth self had done, he asked himself, and suddenly wondered if Hua Binan's heart had ever felt a little uncomfortable, a momentary coldness in his teeth.

He finally did what Hua Binan told him to do. At this point in his sacrifice, he was in a difficult position.

He knew clearly that personal feelings could undo great things, and that nothing was more important than keeping Mo Ran and himself safe.

Anyway, he had been acting for so long, wearing a false face for so many years, that he was so disgusted to the bone that he had become numb to it. Even Chu Wanning's death would not have changed anything.

He could not help but feel envious when he stood by the Naihe Bridge with the spirit guide lamp given to him by Master Huai Zui, not going anywhere, not even going to the fire for the person he loved with determination.

If only he could be like Xue Meng, like Mo Ran, and make decisions for his own life, or think he could make decisions for his own life.

But fate was never his. He is like a pear-garden boy, reluctantly but silently managing to hold a tale that only he can complete.

At first, seduce Mo Ran.

Mo Ran smiled at herself and said, " Shi Mei, I really like you."

Later, Xu Shuanglin was used.

Xu Shuanglin tossed the orange lazily and squinted his eyes: "I've been drifting around all my life, but I never thought I'd meet a friend like you, thank you for being willing to teach me the forbidden art of rebirth. When that trash Luo Fenghua comes back to life, I'll make sure he cooks you a bowl of dumplings. I'm willing to give it to you for your own good."

At the end of the day, the picture is clear.

As he and Hua Binan had discussed the worst, he had to sacrifice a little to win the hearts of his fellow teachers and friends, so that the door to time and space would open in the nick of time.

He was supposed to be a man who pinched the pawns.

But when his own self came ten years later, he became his pawn as well.

It was not easy to be controlled, and he did not hate it all, but his heart was so strong and his desire was so deep that he did not want to give up lightly.

But.

He really, really didn't know that the so-called "small sacrifice" of his red-earth self meant hundreds of thousands of lives and the decay of an earthly world.

It was only after he had opened the door of life and death in time and space that he saw such a cruel truth.

This Shi Mingjing, after all, is not the same Shi Mingjing. He did not live through that decade, that day after day of degradation.

By this moment, he really could no longer understand himself ten years later.

But there is no way back.

He is now no more than a discarded piece, like all the black and white pawns and armour strewn across the board, no longer sharp and useless.

"Master." The shadows of the lamp were hazy, reflecting his beautiful face, he was still serene and gentle, "Actually, I've been thinking about this matter for a long time I was thinking that Mo Ran could all start over again, could become different. And I wondered if I could go back, if I would have made a different choice because of a single thought."

The room was quiet and he was the only voice in the room.

"But it's too late now." Shi Mei said. Shi Mei said, "I know that my master hates me, Mo Ran hates me, and young master will never treat me as a friend again. Whether I hesitated along the way or not, I have finally become what he is."

His hand pressed against Chu Wanning's hot cheek, quietly, dividing the healing spiritual energy between him.

"I'm sorry, I'm still disappointing the Master." He said, "The only blessing is that I am blind and don't have to see you hate me."

After a pause, Shi Mei smiled, a smile that filled the room with the depths of spring.

"The last thing I saw in my eyes was you all feeling sorry for me. That's enough."

He untied the binding ropes from Chu Wanning's hands and removed the forbidden spell from the couch, and then lit the spell on the stone door.

Having done so, Shi Mei turned, fondled, and slowly left the chamber.

He traveled far away, swallowed by a darkness.

Meanwhile, the Tianyin Pavilion belongs flush.

Mr. Ma had just returned from private school and entered the house with a sore shoulder, going to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Push the door in and it's dark and dark.

Mr. Ma frowned and fondled the lampstand as he shouted, "Madam, why don't you even light a candle at night?"

With a clustering sound, the fire knife and flint polished.

Mr. Ma. was dumbfounded and stood speechless with horror in the middle of the room. He could see that all the servants in his house had been strangled to death, hanging like strings of wind chimes on the beams. His evening wife had been disembowelled, her bloody intestines dripping all over the floor, her eyes and mouth open, her head twisted towards the door.

"Ahh" Mr. Ma tried to scream, but all that came out was a vague, faltering, feeble moan, and only after a moment did he scream out in a numbing, shitting, "Ahh"

"Tsk. What's all the noise." A man came out of the inner room, volume of Shang Shu in his hand, he scratched the itch at the base of his neck with the scroll and yawned, "Never seen a dead man before"

"You you you you Murmur."

The man snapped his fingers and explained lazily, "Mendacity spell."

"Sh... what spell?"

"A mendicant spell, I don't even know that." The man rolled his eyes, "I'm reading the classics in your house, and I know it's not good to make the neighbours rest at night. Come. Now feel free to call out, and if anyone can hear, please feel free to complain to me, sir."

Mr. Ma's face was as white as a ghost, and he was standing on both sides of his face. He was usually just like a man, but he had never seen such a bloody scene before, and he was so frightened that he had already lost his inhibitions and was sweating all over his body.

" Tianyin Pavilion"

The man lifted his dark-to-black eyes and smiled a little.

"That's good, this seat was there to see it. How else could I have heard your high opinion of the day before yesterday"

As he said this, he threw the book away, straightened his tall, erect body and walked slowly towards the pedagogue.

The candle shone on his handsome face, and who else could it be but Fairy Tramper?

Fairy Tramper smiled brightly with her dimples deep in her teeth and bowed to the teacher: "I have always admired men of learning. I have taken the liberty of coming to your door to kill your family. Greetings, sir."

The unsettling tone of voice, coupled with the fact that people were dying in vain.

He fell to the ground with a thud, panting, "What do you want? What do you want?"

Fairy Tramper simply smiled and raised her hand in a swipe, a stranger's knife appearing in her palm.

He looked sideways at the teacher, "Guess."

"Don't kill me," Mr. Ma screamed, moving backwards and forwards, "Don't kill me."

Backing up, he bumped into something, he turned his head and was confronted with his wife's open-eyed, dead face, and even lost his voice and wailed: "No, no, no, no, no, don't, please don't ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"

In response he received a stab that went straight down into his thigh and straight through the ground

"Ah."

Fairy Tramper narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly, "What is the difference between a musician and a prostitute, sir?"

"What, what," Mr. Ma froze, too pained to think, only to cry out, "What?"

"You said it yourself." Fairy Tramper said slowly, "Sir once said in front of the Tianyin Pavilion. Musicians and prostitutes are all people who have no respect for themselves and no shame. Nowadays, there are people who defend the dark prostitutes. I didn't know that the morals of the Upper Fairy World had reached such a low level."

He imitated the tone of voice of a teaching teacher, intoning and old-fashioned.

After saying that, there was a pause, a snort and a sideways glance at a handsome face.

"Do you know it well enough, sir?"

Mr. Ma, in a moment of pain and shock, had some vague consciousness and remembered that this was what he had said when he had attacked Mo Weiyu's mother and said with a sniffle and a tear in his eye, "No, no, no, no, no, I'm confused. It's the same, it's not the same."

"Why not? I think you have a good point, sir." Fairy Tramper came up to me with a smile on his face and lifted his sword again, "By the way, I'm not very good with my head and I'm always in need of guidance. If you have such a dexterous tongue, why don't you give it to me, eh?"

Fairy Tramper grinned, "What a patriarch. Grow ears or not to be called Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty" Mr. Ma was stunned, but what the hell, as long as he was alive, he could call his father. He then said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty has mercy, Your Majesty has mercy."

Fairy Tramper knelt down, cupped his chin, and said with a smile, "Ay. A model of morality, I ask you, is it this seat that is oligarchic, or is it the gentleman that is oligarchic"

"I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm"

But what's the point of sparing your life.

Fairy Tramper, with the force of her palm, had smiled brilliantly at his pleas and cries, and crushed his entire throat.

Having done so, the black-robed man looked around the house, satisfied that no one was alive, before standing up, wiping the blood from his hands and pushing the door out of the courtyard.

Outside, Hua Binan is waiting for him.

"Done venting."

"Pretty much."

"You can come back to Tianyin Pavilion with me to get ready."

Fairy Tramper gave him a look, "All right."

Hua Binan shook his head, "I can't help you. You can't be bothered with such a trivial matter, you just said a few words about your mother.

"Then why don't I say a few words about your mother too?"

""

Hua Binan's expression changed slightly and finally he turned his face sideways and stopped answering.

"Let's go. Didn't you say that you would put the heart of Patriarch Mo back into this throne when you fetch it tomorrow? Then why are you still standing around, I can't wait."

With that, Fairy Tramper swept her robe and strode off in the direction of the Tianyin Pavilion.

The golden light shines brightly, the clouds are early, and it is soon light.

With a terrifying scream, the bodies of Mr. Ma's family were discovered by neighbours who had woken up early. A murder like this should have made a big splash in Zidi, but it didn't.

For at this very moment, an even more eye-catching verdict is in progress.

Torches are burning on the execution table in the Tianyin Pavilion. As the wax oil melts and gives off the fragrance of pine and cypress, the two maids of the Tianyin Pavilion, clad in robes brimming with gold, light the lampstands on either side of the execution table with gentle arms.

Strangely enough, the Tianyin Pavilion's guards were all surprisingly good-looking, both men and women. I don't know if this was due to the Tianyin Pavilion's spiritual training or to the fact that Mu Yanli's disciples were chosen for their looks.

"Heaven and earth have their own spirit, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end."

One after another, the bestial bronze lamps and candles leap into flame, the flames fluttering and swirling like bright red silk.

There are people everywhere.

Onstage, offstage, northwest-southeast.

The torture platform was jammed with people, and Xue Meng sat in his seat at the top of the death and life, shivering and trembling ever so slightly.

For three days, Xue Zhengyong has been begging for help, but to no avail. The monks believed in the fairness of Shenwu's scales and feared Mo Weiyu, the master of the game of chess at Zhenlong.

"He saved us."

The man at the top of death and life took pains to try to explain to everyone he could convince, "He was the one who scattered the spirit cores in saving us that day, if he had a conspiracy, why would he have gone this far"

But there are so many suspicions surrounding Mo Ran that no sect is willing to take their side, even Lonely Moonlit and Snow Walk Palace remain neutral and silent.

The first forbidden art, lost for thousands of years, has suddenly reappeared, compared to the first hall of public trial, which has stood for thousands of years.

Only a fool would choose to believe the former.

That is why Xue Zhengyong's run seems so foolish, and his arguments at the top of death and life seem so pale and feeble.

Xue Meng had vaguely thought, "How about a jailbreak?

But he also knew it was impossible.

The Tianyin Pavilion was full of guards and other disciples and disciples of other sects, and the crowd below the grandstand was a sea of people.

Countless pairs of eyes are watching, and it is difficult to escape.

So, digging for spiritual cores is the end of Mo Ran after all.

" Tianyin Pavilion Three days of public display, the punishment for the crime has been determined." Mu Yanli looked down solemnly and demurely at the endless sea of people below and rang the chime in his hand, "Bring the prisoner Mo Ran ."

From the penitential platform, to the torture platform. Mo Ran is escorted, a man whose spiritual core has been shattered, but is watched over by dozens of Tianyin Pavilion disciples of the highest order.

They were vulture. And he will go to his death. Not many people survive the raw digging of a spiritual core. The Vulture smells blood and his pupils glisten with a brilliant light.

"Mo Ran, a felon, will be stripped of his spiritual core at noon today." Mu Yanli's voice was clear and cold, "There are ten crimes, and they are read out here for the benefit of heaven and earth."

The rain has stopped, but the ground is still wet, and Mo Ran stands in a pool of standing water, the light of the sky and the clouds hovering beneath his feet, and he moves his eyes upwards to find Ye Wangxi in the crowd.

His inky black eyes gazed at her, as if inquiring. Asking if she had done what she had been told to do in order to raise the people at the top of death and life. Asking if she had made clear what she could not let go of afterwards.

Ye Wangxi nodded at him, and Mo Ran's lips curled into a bright, soft smile, his eyes drenched in light.

The weather is so nice.

The rain has stopped.

"Crime one, the slaughter of the people and the slaughter of human life."

Mu Yanli's voice echoes with solemnity in the Tianyin Pavilion.

"Crime number two, setting fire to a building to avenge a private wrong."

Incense burns in front of the Buddha, and the gods and goddesses of the heavens bow in the clouds, either in anger or in mercy, sitting down and holding rings, looking down at the vast array of beings. All these years, Mo Ran did not like to look at the high heavens, for if there really were gods in the sky, he had sins hidden in his eyes and mischief buried in them, and was afraid that they would be discovered.

But at this moment, he finally relaxed as he looked up at the sky, the sunlight like a wash, saturating his eyes, which were so dark that they were purple, into a glazed light brown that they actually became pure.

He looked at the sky, which was so sparse that even the clouds were pale.

Mu Yanli's voice is so distant that he closes his eyes.

Not to look at the top of death and life, nor to see any of the faces of the deceased any more.

"Sin 6, stealing the forbidden arts and violating the Great Commandment."

Suddenly something occurred to him, and his brow showed some regret and affection.

In the beginning, I wanted to treat Chu Wanning well, but unfortunately, I could never do so, and even the first real relationship that I had been promised ended up in a mess.

Ended in failure.

He is really not a good man, a plague, a plague, a lame joke.

These two births.

Tried to protect his mother, but failed to do so.

The desire to repay the favour has not been fulfilled.

When he was a child, he wanted to be a hero, then he wanted to steal the sky and become the nephew of Master Xue for the rest of his life, but at the end of his days, he gave up his heart to become the most cold-blooded and ruthless Fairy Tramper emperor in the world.

But it all goes away.

"Fairy Tramper, Mo Weiyu, Master Mo," his eyelashes fluttered, his throat rolled, and he finally sighed a snort of laughter and emotion that only he could hear.

"You really are the most ridiculous person in this world."

With this sigh he looked up towards the sky, the wind whipping his fine forehead hair, he narrowed his eyes and then thought, "Where is Chu Wanning now?

I think it is because I have been given too much and I have already given up all my destiny, so in this life, on my last journey, I will not be able to see you again.

Pretty good. He arched his eyes and he hemmed and hawed on the torture table.

At least Wangning didn't have to see him in such a sorry state.

"The hour will come to prepare the sentence."

A majestic chorus is sung and the trumpet blows.

As if a nightmare had cast a shadow, as if the cry of "Prepare for torture" had reached the tympanic membrane across the miles, Chu Wanning's eyes opened suddenly in Dragon Mountain's chamber and she awoke from her daze and sat up.

" Mo Ran "

The candlelight flickered and he gasped for air, sweating through his heavy shirt.

He shivered slightly, almost subconsciously, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the name that had haunted him for two lifetimes was pronounced. And then the knot in his throat rolled up and down, and his eyes glazed over a little.

It was as if he had seen the shadow of a sword and had been struck with a strong fright, his heart beating like a drum, somehow terrified to death.

""

Sitting on the couch, he rubbed his palms hard over his face as the sweat gradually cooled off.

Memories kept flashing clearly before his eyes, but those memories were not his half of his earthly soul that had remained inside Mo Ran for so long that when it rejoined him, it actually brought with it many memories that belonged to Mo Ran. Those that had been swallowed up and cast away by the Eight Bitter Long-Hated Flowers.

An important memory that even Mo Ran himself no longer remembers.

Chu Wanning saw it all