The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

In Danxin Hall, the monks didn't know what to say, many of them lowered their heads and remained silent.

Master Xuanjing said: "Alas... injustice, all injustice."

Mu Yanli, the owner of the Tianyin Pavilion, said: "The grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner. Many things in this world are karma, and they are intertwined." When she said this, the topic changed, "But Mo Ran, you You know, suffering is not a reason for you to vent your hatred and disregard human life."

"Yes."

An elder from the Fire Phoenix Pavilion also sighed, and said: "Mo Xianjun, it is pitiful that you have been wronged. But it is also because of your bad background and fate. Everyone has their own destiny. You can't just because you were wronged. If you bully, go back and bully irrelevant people."

"You have indeed done good deeds, and you have also been wronged, but according to what we know, you also killed people later... Every yard counts, and everything must be counted."

Mo Ran didn't speak.

Jiang Xi suddenly asked, "How do you calculate it?"

"This……"

"Who can count? Whose life is not life, who can be the most just ruler." Jiang Xi willful and reckless, did not regard Tianyin Pavilion as a god, "I don't mean to favor Mo Ran, but I I just want to ask, today, we are standing here, saying that we want to settle accounts with Mo Ran one by one, and let him pay back. So - what about the humiliation that Mo Ran has suffered? What about the injustice he has suffered?"

"..." No one thought that Jiang Xi, who had suffered the most in the bloody case a few days ago, would stand up and stand up for Mo Weiyu, and was stunned for a moment.

Mu Yanli said: "Master Jiang, Tianyin Pavilion has always been fair. My family has guarded the magic weapon of the scale for generations. When the time comes, I will use the magic weapon to weigh Mr. Mo's merits and demerits and determine the punishment. You don't have to worry. "

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

Jiang Xi has been unhappy with Tianyin Pavilion for a long time. He only cultivates the way of medicine. To put it bluntly, as long as the medicine is refined well, a mortal body can also be free in the world, so Gu Yueye is the least superstitious about the descendants of gods.

He squinted his almond eyes, and said coldly: "But Jiang is very curious, dare to ask everyone in Tianyin Pavilion, after the interrogation of Mo Ran, should you also interrogate other people involved in these old incidents? Dig the ground three feet to see if Nangong Yan is still alive in the world? Should I go to Xiangtan and find the rich man who molested Miss Xun? , poor clothing and food, benefactor insulted by guests, mother starved to death—who can we talk about?"

Master Xuanjing murmured: "Master Jiang, why did you suddenly defend the sinner?"

"I can't talk about the voice." Jiang Xi's thin lips opened and closed, "I just thought of how we treated Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi when we were in Huangshan. Jiang is not very willing to see the old things repeat itself."

Someone said: "That's a two-way situation, it's not the same at all."

"What's the difference?" Jiang Xi said, "Now that Nangong Si is dead, and Ye Wangxi is still lingering on the sick bed of Gu Yueye, things are different-but at the beginning, didn't we force them to say that Confucianism The blood debt of the two of them should be paid in blood?"

He turned sharply, brown eyes like hawks.

"At that time? Where is Tianyin Pavilion? Where is justice?"

The people of Bitanzhuang had deep grievances with the Confucian School because of the sword manual. Li Wuxin's apprentice Zhen Congming said: "What the head of Jiang said is biased. Nan Gongsi is the successor of the Confucian School. All the Confucianists are dead, otherwise the old debts will still be pursued. No one wants to be taken advantage of."

Jiang Xi sneered: "Yeah, so look, don't you understand this truth very well? No one wants to be the last person to be slapped but unable 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 others, these words are always easy to say. But injustice and cruelty really come. When it comes to my own head, I will only think, why there are so many wicked people in the world, but I am the one who suffers."

Zhen Congming said: "I heard what Sect Leader Jiang means, because he thinks that we treat Ye Wangxi Nangongsi too cruelly and unfairly, so let's just let go of Bitanzhuang's sword spectrum?"

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

Zhen Congming suddenly became angry: "Then my master died in vain?! Nangong Si is gone, isn't there still Ye Wangxi? She is the leader of the dark city of the Confucianism School, and the sword manual, she has no whereabouts at all?!"

Everyone was silent.

Everyone knows that Jiang Xi has a cold temper, but Zhen Congming's name doesn't match his name so much that he confronts Jiang Xi in public like this.

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

"...what?"

Jiang Xi closed his eyes and closed his eyes, as if Nangong Si was on his deathbed in the bloody battle, in the enchantment, under Nangong Changying's sword, he slowly said something to himself.

"I hope I can dissipate the centuries-old treasures of Confucianism, and donate to the poor, without saving my salary."

"This..." All the cultivators looked at each other, feeling a little uneasy.The monks of Wusai Temple lowered their eyes, folded their hands together, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Zhen Congming's face was green and red, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "He has no bones now, and the treasures of Confucianism are all in the secret room, who can open them? He is not just talking in the open, and pretending."

Jiang Xi said: "Nangong Si didn't think that he would end up with no bones left. What's more, I would rather believe that others are dying, and their words are good."

Zhen Congming's lips trembled, as if he wanted to refute something, but he didn't say it in the end.

After a long time, he said: "This is the reason why head Jiang is protecting Mo Weiyu today? Do you want to ask for tolerance, so as not to repeat the mistakes of Nangong Si?"

Jiang Xi said: "Jiang just thinks that it is extremely difficult, or even impossible, to seek fairness and justice. I hope that when you scold others, don't exaggerate yourself too much, and don't think that you represent justice and justice. Heaven."

He glanced at Tianyin Pavilion, the descendant of Ming Dynasty: "Even if there is a public trial in the hall, it may not be all right."

When he said this, Xue Zhengyi also spoke.

Xue Zhengyi looked very tired, and he didn't even know how to face Mo Ran, but he pondered for a long time, and still sighed hoarsely: "Master Jiang said yes. For so many years, the world of comprehension has been turbulent, ups and downs, and there have been many accidents. Don't mess around, every sect has more or less done stupid things, who can judge absolute fairness and justice? Well, in fact..."

He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Actually, to disregard human life must be to kill with one's own hands? The price adjustment order of the Confucianism School back then killed many innocent people without seeing the blood. Not for self-cultivation and immortality, not for fame and history. I just want to make the suffering in this troubled world less."

He said, his eyes straightened a little.

Even if the lord at the pinnacle of death and life calms down again, knowing that the child he has raised for many years is not his own nephew, he will still be at a loss in the end.

Xue Zhengyi murmured: "I just want to make fewer people suffer, even one less."

At this time, Mu Yanli at the side said coldly: "Master Xue has a kind heart, but have you ever thought that your tolerance for sinners means disrespecting innocent people who died or mortals who have been imprisoned. Tianyin Pavilion is weak, and there is really no way to liquidate everyone's mistakes one by one, and bring everyone to justice, but to kill chickens and monkeys—since I am in charge of Mo Ran, I won't be hasty It's over. I hope the master will know."

Xue Zhengyong: "..."

After Mu Yanli finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Mo Ran again.

"Mr. Mo, you've finished talking about your life experience with eloquence, and you've almost won sympathy. Why don't you talk about something else."

Mo Ran looked at her faintly: "What does the pavilion master want to talk about."

"Before you said that the girl in the tofu shop was raped to death, you were not responsible." Mu Yanli said, "I believe you. But there is another person's death, which is always related to you."

Mo Ran closed his eyes and said: "The pavilion master checked it really clearly."

Mu Yanli said coldly: "Then you come and talk about it, how did you kill Mo Nian in the first place - that is Venerable Xue, the real nephew."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by an angry voice.

With tears and hatred in Xue Meng's eyes, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Shut up. Stop talking!"

Mu Yanli glanced at him, and commented: "...fleeing and avoiding him, the so-called proud son of heaven, it seems that it is nothing more than that."

What responded to her was Longcheng Zhengming, like a warning.The machete brushed against Mu Yanli's cheek and pierced it, sinking into the beam and pillar, and sawdust splashed everywhere.

Mu Yanli didn't dodge, she didn't even blink her eyelids, a pair of beautiful eyes were as ice as frost and snow, looking at Xue Meng.

Xue Meng bit his back molars, and the muscles on his face trembled with hatred: "What kind of nephew, what doves occupy the magpie's nest, and the yin and yang are wrong... Do you say enough."

He suddenly pulled back to Longcheng, his chest heaving.

He no longer went to see Mo Ran, nor did he see anyone.He was like a trapped beast, driven mad and collapsed where he was.

"Have you guys finished talking?! Have you had enough trouble?! Are you happy watching this show?"

Mrs. Wang said: "Meng'er..."

Xue Meng ignored his mother's soft words, his eyes were red, he held up the dragon city, and looked around, seeming to be self-deprecating and contemptuous: "Seeing a generation of masters become murderous madmen, watching brothers turn against each other, watching relatives become enemies ——Do you feel happy?"

The voice is hoarse like a broken xun, and the ending trembles like a feather.

"Are you really here to seek justice? To seek the truth?" He paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you here to cause trouble and seek revenge?!"

Jiang Xi narrowed her eyes: "Young Master Xue, you are too out of control."

Xue Meng turned his head suddenly, his eyes like flames: "It's your turn to take care of me?"

"Monger!"

Xue Zhengyi got up and grabbed Xue Meng's shoulder, but he was stunned when he touched it.Although Xue Meng howled angrily, his whole body was trembling slightly.

Almost broken.

"I don't want to hear it." He paused every word, and the hatred grew deeper, "It's all lies. Lies.... A bunch of liars!"

Xue Zhengyi was about to persuade him, but Xue Meng had already pushed away the crowd, turned around and left the Danxin Hall.

He never went to see Mo Ran.

In fact, who is lying, what is the truth, Xue Meng is clear in his heart, but many things in this world are clear and easy to accept.

Xue Meng has been going smoothly for more than [-] years. Except for Chu Wanning's death, he has never experienced any catastrophe.It is precisely because of this smoothness that he is still like a child to this day.This is not a good thing, a child has a child's heart, but also has a child's recklessness, ignorance, impulsiveness and sharpness.

Xue Zhengyi looked at the place where he left, and stood there for a long time before slowly sitting down.

He is no longer young, nearly half a hundred people, there are several strands of gray hair on the temples.He didn't know if he could stand it.He had to sit down.

This can at least be more calm.

There seemed to be a thin layer of ice on Mu Yanli's face, without the slightest temperature, she only talked about the facts, so she said: "Mo Weiyu, are you going to tell the story yourself, or should I invite witnesses to speak?"

The ink burns very calmly.

The calm of death row.

"Don't bother others." Mo Ran said, "If there are relevant witnesses alive, I don't want to see any of them."

He raised his head slowly.

The faint sunlight shone on his somewhat pale face.

"I said it myself."

Mu Yanli raised her hand, and immediately someone from Tianyin Pavilion moved to an empty seat. She sat down, resting her chest with one hand, as if she was going to listen to a long story: "Please."

Mo Ran closed his eyes, and after a while, he finally spoke.

"This matter was originally a businessman."

"What businessman?"

"...Everyone should know that there is a kind of livelihood in the realm of comprehension called 'Bao inquiring'."

The owner of Ma Yun Villa is the most familiar with this, raised his hand and said: "Yes, yes, yes, our villa is most familiar with these people, they often wander in various alleys, inquire about some old news and so on, so as to seek some benefits. "

Mo Ran said: "Well, so when my uncle inquired about the deceased brother's posthumous son, he was also looking for a Mr. Inquirer."

Xue Zhengyong: "..."

Of course, Xue Zhengyi remembered this matter. Mo Ran was found by Mr. Bao inquiring about it. At that time, Zuiyulou was in flames, and it is said that only this child survived.He can even clearly remember the excited face of Mr. Bao inquiring, and he couldn't help sighing—it's really God's blessing, if my brother's child survives a catastrophe, there will be future blessings.

"Back then, Mr. Bao Inquiring took over the assignment. After several rounds of investigations, he finally had a clue, so he went to Zuiyulou to search for someone. Looking for a woman surnamed Mo."

Someone asked curiously, "Who is that?"

"It's the concubine of Xue's elder brother, known as Mrs. Mo. She used to be the concubine of a wealthy family."

Someone reacted and said in surprise: "Mrs. Mo? That's the name of Zuiyulou Nanny?"

"But I heard what she did just now, she seems to be a vicious woman."

The ink burned lightly: "She was not born evil. Listen to my mother, Mrs. Mo is quite similar to her experience, and she is also a poor person. When she was young, she had a lover, who was a poor and white casual cultivator. That Sanxiu said that he was going to the Lower Cultivation Realm to establish a prestigious sect, and Lady Mo gave him all her money and jewelry, determined to help him realize his ambition."

Xue Zhengyu murmured: "It's my elder brother..."

Mo Ran continued: "When the casual cultivator left, he swore to Mrs. Mo that when he was successful in his career, he would definitely marry her home with three media and six employments. For this reason, he also gave Mrs. Mo a sentence Words - "On the Yanbo River, in the painting boat, the fairy's pipa is slow, and the lord farewell is silent. ", which later became the evidence that Mr. Bao asked to identify her."

This kind of matter between men and women is the most appealing to everyone.

A female cultivator asked: "Could it be that the former head of the summit of death and life, like Nangong Yan, did the thing of abandoning his wife?"

Xue Zhengyong opened his eyes wide, and immediately scolded: "Nonsense! My brother is that kind of person! My brother, he, he has never forgotten Miss Mo..."

Mentioning the deceased brother, the man couldn't help being sad, his eyes were slightly red.

Elder Xuanji also said next to him: "This fairy, please be careful. The previous head of the sect died in a fierce battle not long after the establishment of the sect. It was not because he deliberately broke his promise. Before he passed away, he often discussed with the lord. Speaking of that woman, he always said that he would go pick her up as soon as the sect became more stable. He and Nangong Yan are not the same at all."

"That's true." Mo Ran said softly, "After all, she is much luckier than my mother. Her husband passed away, but there are still people thinking about taking her back. Nangong Yan is still alive, but he never dared to recognize me and my mother. my mother."

"Ha! Then I know! It turns out that you were jealous because of this reason, so the civet cat replaced the prince, killed Mrs. Mo, burned the Zuiyu Tower, and pretended to be a substitute!"

Hearing such malicious speculation, Mo Ran glanced at the "extremely smart" monk, and then said: "I never took the initiative to think of impersonating."

The monk was not convinced, and sneered, "What's going on? Could it be that someone is forcing you to be the son of the dead?"

It is how it happened?

Mo Ran couldn't help but think - in fact, there are many things in this world, and at the beginning, they were not like this at all.But one day, suddenly the butterfly flapped its wings, and then, the wind was raging, and the sea turned into mulberry fields.

It's as if he didn't intend to take the place of Xue Zhengyong's nephew at the beginning, and Mrs. Mo was not the wicked lady of Lefang in the past.

She also had a gentle and kind-hearted green years, and once stood by the window of the pavilion, looking forward to the early return of the husband.When she learned that she had a child in her womb, she was so happy to write a letter to tell her lover in the distance, and she also received his letter paper, and the excitement of the man who became a father overflowed the paper.

She has had all these wonderful years.

So what if she is a concubine, others ridiculed her lover as an unknown person, so what if they laughed at her for being pregnant out of wedlock.One day, he will fulfill his promise and pick her up with the child happily.She is so convinced.

But later, the days passed, and gradually, the letters changed from one letter every three days to one every seven days, and then from one letter every seven days to one letter every month, and finally there was no news.In the end, Mrs. Mo was disheartened. She had a wild temper. She had hidden this relationship from her parents.As a result, the father was furious, and the wife of the main house also insulted him in every possible way.Lady Mo left angrily.After several twists and turns, the daughter of a rich family finally became the shopkeeper of Zuiyulou.

Life is so ups and downs, fate is like a melting pot, you go in at a loss, and when you come out again, it may be completely different.

This is the case with Mo Ran, and it was the same with Mo Niangzi back then.

When Mr. Bao inquired about her, 14 years had passed since her innocent boudoir days.

Shi Shiran, the gentleman carrying Xue Zhengyong's entrustment, sat down, spread out his folding fan, and said with a smile, "Where's your nanny here? Tell her to come here."

The nanny came, she was wearing a peach blossom jacket, holding a goose yellow cloak in her arms, twisting her waist, holding a hookah, lifted up the ding-dong bead curtain, and said with a coquettish smile: "Oh, this young master, come to listen to the little song early in the morning What? Do you like the pipa or the dulcimer? The actors here are masters of gold, stone, silk and bamboo, and they are proficient in everything. If you start a business, I will give you a cheaper price."

This is life. When her lover left 14 years ago, she leaned against the bead curtain with a sad expression and a beautiful face, watching him go away.

Fourteen years later, the lover's younger brother finally found her, and the beaded curtain of years, separated by a vast life, was rolled up again.She brushed away the vermilion and emerald green, already full of vicissitudes.The shy woman who used to be like a deer has long since died, and the one sitting in the Zuiyu Tower calling the wind and calling the wind and rain is an old lady smoking a hookah with winking eyes like silk.

Mr. Bao inquired not so much, he only had money in his eyes.He shook his fan and said with a smile: "You don't need to listen to the music, I came here because I want to ask Madam about someone."

The smile on Madam's face froze, and her tone became cold: "Inquire about someone? Inquire about who?"

The gentleman said slowly: "On the Yanbo River, among the boats and boats, the fairy's pipa is playing slowly, and you can hear it silently when you are farewell."

Madam's face changed when he heard the whole sentence, and when he finished the whole sentence, she was completely pale, her lips were trembling, her pair of slender, even rather mean eyebrows twitched, and she pressed her handkerchief to her chest. After a long time, he asked tremblingly:

"You, what are you... who are you?!"

Mr. Bao asked with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, then I can count as finding someone for Xue Xianchang. Mrs. Mo, how have you been doing all these years?"

Mrs. Mo swayed for a while, she couldn't stand still, she fell down on the round paulownia stool, gasping for breath, her face turned red and white, she waved her hands away for a while, leaving only Mr. Bao inquiring in the hall.She stared fixedly at the face of the businessman, with complex expressions of ecstasy, sadness, and various expressions in her eyes.

Mr. Bao asked with a calm expression, lifted the teapot and filled her with a cup of lukewarm tea, and handed it over: "Take a sip of tea first."

Lady Mo held up the cup tremblingly, took a sip, and then another sip. When the tea was dry, she still took a few sips before raising her head.

"It was Xue... Xue Lang asked you to come to me?"

Mr. Bao inquired and sighed: "To be honest, Xue Xianjun, whom Madam misses, has passed away long ago."

"what?!"

"It's his younger brother. He asked me to look around for my elder brother's confidante back then. At the beginning, the two of his brothers established their own sects in the lower cultivator world, and they flourished. They are no longer the lonely wanderers of the past. The sect has established itself, and he couldn't get away for a while, but later, he had an accident when he was slaying demons, and unfortunately..."

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

Mr. Bao asked her to persuade her for a long time before she managed to stop her sobs. Then the gentleman continued: "Before Xue Xianjun passed away, he talked to his younger brother about the nanny. His younger brother has been looking for the whereabouts of the nanny all these years. I found you and took you back."

Mrs. Mo murmured that she was not confident, she grabbed Mr. Bao's hand and said, "Repeat that sentence again! I don't believe it, I don't believe it was him who died..."

This is the most important sentence in this business. Of course, he memorized it fluently, and immediately repeated it: "On the Yanbo River, in the boat, the fairy's pipa is slow, and you will hear it silently when you leave."

Mrs. Mo exclaimed in a low voice, "Ah", and tears filled her eyes in an instant, "He, he hasn't looked for me all these years, it's because, I thought... I still blame him..."

Mr. Bao inquired and sighed: "Many years have passed, Madam, let's be sad. By the way, does Madam still have a son?"

"Yes... yes, yes!" Mrs. Mo choked up and sobbed, crying and wiping her tears, and then shouted upstairs to the Nuan Pavilion, "A Nian, A Nian... Mo Nian! Come on, come down!"

The door of the Nuan Pavilion opened, but it was not Mo Nian who came out, but a weak child.

The child was holding a pile of change of clothes in his hands, his thin face poked out from behind the clothes, and there were still some bruises on his cheeks, looking timid.

Mr. Bao asked hesitantly: "Is this... your son?"

"Ah, that's not it." Mrs. Mo wiped her tears and said, "This is the boy who lit the fire in my building."

The gentleman immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a comfortable smile: "Oh, that's how it is."

Mrs. Mo turned her head and asked the child: "Mo Ran, where is the young master?"