The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Hearing Xue Zhengyi's words, people from other sects stood up angrily: "Can the top of death and life shut up?! Your disciples practice Zhenlong chess game, which has violated the big taboo in the cultivation world. It stands to reason that your broken sect should disband immediately. Pie get out! I don't have time to argue with you now, but can you be a little self-aware?"

"Xue Zhengyi! You still speak for him? You and him shouldn't be in the same group!"

There is a buzz of people around.

Whether it is a sect or a family, it is often like this.One person becomes a god, and chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.But once one person does heinous things, the entire sect or family will be regarded as a treacherous den.

"This is a measure of crime, not a fixed sentence." Mu Yanli was indifferent, discussing the matter as it stands, and did not judge the peak of life and death, "Master Xue, don't worry. After the crime is measured, the merits will be deducted. The final conclusion is to balance the merits and demerits .”

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Mo Ran again, her voice was cold and cold: "Continue to commit crimes."

"I... used to... deceive my master... destroy... my ancestor..."

"Bullying teachers and destroying ancestors?"

This is puzzling.

The ink burns but feels like a fire.

To deceive the master and exterminate the ancestors, it is his previous life's crimes—this water of indictment will grind and force the serious crimes he committed in his previous life out of his throat!

But he didn't want to say it...he didn't want to say it!Do you want him to tell how he insulted Chu Wanning in his previous life under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes?

Imprison him as a concubine, and marry him as a concubine.

Humiliated him with pride, and finally killed him.

He didn't want to say.

He felt that he couldn't survive, but Chu Wanning's time was still very long.

Chu Wanning is the spirit of Shenmu, possessing the purest aura and extraordinary talent.He hopes that Chu Wanning can go on well, and in the end, he will be able to ascend to the Tao, rank among the immortals, and no longer have to suffer from the pain of reincarnation and love.

His master is so good, so clean.

He wants to protect him...

They must not let everyone feel that they are involved or implicated.

We must not let everyone think that Chu Wanning is dirty, and his body is stained with the sin and sweetness of stepping on the fairy.

He wants to protect him.

protect him...

There is still a fire in the abdominal cavity, and the pain is heartbreaking.Mu Yanli could vaguely hear Mu Yanli asking coldly: "What does it mean to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors?"

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

His fingertips rubbed against the rough gravel ground to bleed, and his forehead turned scarlet. He was bent over where he was panting, like a fish dying on a river beach...

He doesn't say it.

Resisting the water of prosecution is the same as resisting Tianwen, as long as you grit your teeth, you can always endure it in the end.

He was being interrogated by Tianyin Pavilion, struggling under the side-eyes of everyone, howling like a trapped animal.This torture is so deep that ordinary people can't bear even Tian Wen, and this is a hundred times more painful than Tian Wen's interrogation.

He felt that his stomach and intestines seemed to be tightened, torn, and twisted by a pair of invisible hands, and the bloody and mottled sores were flooded with salt water.

Mu Yanli's voice seemed so far away, as if it came from across the ocean.

"What is the so-called bullying the master and destroying the ancestors?!"

He didn't speak, he bit his own tongue, bit his lip, and there was blood in his mouth, but no tears.

It's the same as being locked in a dog cage for seven days.

He doesn't cry.

His tears will only be the laughing stock of the spectators.

No one would show mercy, and he didn't care for the mercy of these people.

Even if the pain is to death, the pain is to the heart, but also to bear it.

Mu Yanli was still condescendingly interrogating: "What did you do to Chu Wanning?"

It was so painful that I had hallucinations in front of my eyes at the end.

He vaguely saw the appearance of Chu Wanning ascending to immortality after a hundred years.Her clothes are still as white as snow, her features are handsome, her eyes are full of spirit, her eyes are sharp when she is not smiling, and the sharpness melts when she is smiling, becoming gentle like a lake and a sea.

"Never..."

Mu Yanli was stunned for a moment, her red lips parted lightly: "What?"

Mo Ran's throat was crushed, and he was extremely hoarse: "I was wrong, I never... I didn't... deceive the teacher..."

Raising his eyes, they were bloodshot, but the pupils were bright.

"Mie Zu!"

Words crumble.

"..." Mu Yanli didn't know what kind of expression was on Mu Yanli's face. There seemed to be a hint of astonishment and a hint of confusion, but she was born too cold, and the surprise and confusion were quickly frozen into ice. She paused , said, "Continue to report the crime."

Mo Ran coughed up blood, his lungs seemed to be crushed, and he breathed with a turbid smell.

He was lying on the ground, and after the huge pain of the confession water passed, his whole body was soaked, his face was as pale as paper, his cheek was pressed against the ground, his hair was stained on his cheek, and he was panting.

Mu Yanli involuntarily took half a step forward.

She stared at him: "Continue to report the crime."

"Innocence..." Mo Ran closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "Ke Chen."

Mu Yanli ordered one of his disciples to take some of Mo Ran's blood, and then wiped it on the exquisite weight. The weight was engraved with three small seal characters of "Gong Shan De", which were used to measure the merit of this person.

She threw the weights into the scales.

The scales are slowly floating, except Mo Ran, everyone is staring at the golden pointer——

"Smashing Soul"...is still "Smashing Soul"...

The pointer is moving.

Crush the soul.

But can't get out of the circle of crushing souls.

Xue Meng held the Longcheng scimitar on his knee, his face was extremely ugly, and he stared at Tiantian Scale.He tried his best to keep his waist straight, because he knew that if he collapsed, it would be difficult to straighten up again.

He trembled slightly, at this moment his palm was actually colder than Longcheng Xuantie.

Mu Yanli stared at the golden scale without blinking her beautiful eyes, the pointer moved slower and slower, moving in the area of ​​"smashing souls", almost prohibitive.

She brushed off her sleeves, and said lightly: "Okay, it seems that the overall situation is over..."

"Still moving."

"Young Master Xue..."

Xue Meng stared at her, he was talking, even though his voice was trembling badly, even though he didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

"The pointer is still moving."

Mu Yanli said: "Stop it soon."

"Then wait for it to stop."

Mu Yanli met his gaze.

After a while, a cold and mocking smile appeared on her face: "Okay, then wait for it to stop."

The sun was fierce, and a layer of gray smoke floated on the baked gravel.

They waited, all watching the pointer, waiting for it to stop.But the strange thing is that the pointer has not stabilized after a long time——

It also seems to be unsure how to make a decision about Mo Weiyu, it is swaying, hesitantly leaning towards the place of reducing crimes, slowly, bit by bit.

Mu Yanli didn't seem to have encountered such a situation before, she didn't say anything else, she put on her goose-yellow clothes, and quietly waited for the verdict of Shenwu Tiancheng.

Xue Meng's knuckles were white, and he was staring at the needle closely, as if he was about to arbitrate not the life of Mo Weiyu alone, but the years of acquaintance between him and Mo Ran.

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

Was it a mistake to be cold and cold at the beginning, or was it an outrageous mistake in the "Brother" later on?

he does not know.

He stared at the needle, and in his heart of helplessness, there was only hope when he stared at the needle.

Don't stop.

I beg you.

Go on a little further, you see, it's almost...

No matter how wrong that guy was, his spiritual core was shattered, and thousands of horses and thousands of troops were retreated.

How can the death penalty be imposed?

How could he crush his soul...

a little.A little more.

to the end.

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"Dig out the spiritual core."

Mu Yanli announced expressionlessly that she looked extremely fair and cold-blooded, completely different from the golden robes on her body that shone with golden warm light, and her whole person was colder than Frost and Snow.

The pointer stopped.

The tip pointed tremblingly at the words "Dig out the spirit core".

That was the final judgment of Master Mo.

Mu Yanli faced the mighty spectators below, as well as the top ten sects on the stage——

It is indeed one of the top ten sects, Tianyin Pavilion still has the old seat of Confucianism, and there is a lonely person sitting on that seat, Ye Wangxi in black.

She was carrying Nangongsi's cloth quiver, and lying on her knees was Naubaijin, who had lost her master forever. Her face was very haggard, but her eyes were clear. She was also looking at everything on the trial platform.

Mu Yanli said: "The blue sky has eyes, and the bright mirror hangs high. The merits and demerits of the Tianyin Pavilion are judged. There is no malpractice for personal gain, no bias, and no intentional difficulties. The sentence is based on the penal law of burning ink and light rain, and digging out spiritual cores. Make it clear for three days and tell the world, if there is no objection, three days later—"

Xue Meng has been closing his eyes and enduring, but at this moment he finally couldn't help it. He stood up suddenly, and the silver-blue light armor was shining: "I have objections."

"..."

"I don't have to wait until three days later, I have an objection now."

The uproar intensified below: "Stop the dead and alive bastard, shut down the faction! What is it!"

"Just try Xue Zhengyi and Xue Meng together! There are nine out of ten they are a group, how can they still help the devil when they get to this point!"

"At that time when Zhenlongqi came into the world, why didn't you kill so many people at the Peak of Life? Are you really not the Devil's Nest?"

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

Mu Yanli naturally heard the angry roars of those monks, but she turned a deaf ear to them and just said indifferently: "Young Master Xue has something to say, I will listen with all my ears."

Xue Meng opened his mouth, seemingly not knowing what to say for a while.Mrs. Wang was very worried, she pulled him quietly: "Meng'er, there are still three days, let's take a long-term plan and think about what to say..."

Xue Meng didn't seem to hear his mother's words, he stared at Mu Yanli for a while, then turned to look at the scale, and finally his eyes fell on the small black dot in the distance.

That is the ink burning above the execution platform.

Xue Meng's eyes trembled suddenly, as if the curtain was blown by the wind, and his eyes were wrinkled.

Neither is dark, nor is light.

He said without thinking: "He no longer has a spiritual core."

Mu Yanli: "What do you mean?"

Xue Meng suddenly became excited, and he looked back at her: "What do you mean? Don't you know? The person who saved you at the peak of death and life, and the person who retreated the chess piece, isn't he? Mu Pavilion Master, I want to know you How to execute? His spiritual core has been shattered! What else are you going to do? Dig out his heart?"

There was water in his eyes, and his nails dug deep into his palms.

"Dig out the spirit core, dig out the spirit core... there is no spirit core, are you going to kill him!"

Mu Yanli narrowed his eyes: "Tianyin Pavilion has its own method."

"According to the rules, after the verdict is handed down, the execution will be executed in three days." Suddenly a hoarse voice sounded, and everyone looked up, and the person who spoke was Ye Wangxi, "I hope you can explain clearly here what the pavilion master can do. "

Immediately, someone from Bitanzhuang yelled angrily: "What qualifications do you have to speak? What are you?"

Some people even whispered below: "With Jiang Xi backing her up, and with Nan Gongsi's death in exchange for Confucianism's innocence, she really takes herself seriously. On such a big occasion, an unknown girl questioned the sky like this." Pavilion Master Yin, is she worthy too?"

Ye Wangxi ignored all of this.

Until someone who had previously had a grudge against the Nangong family said loudly to her: "Ye Wangxi, the Confucianism Sect is dead, and you are sitting there alone, don't you think you are the head of the Confucianism Sect?"

Ye Wangxi hugged Nao Baijin who hadn't recovered his spiritual power and whimpered in his arms.She stood alone in the same place, neither angry nor noisy, and when the angry or mocking voices gradually calmed down, she said: "The leader of the dark city of Confucianism is still there, whether he dies or not, it's not up to you. "

"you--"

Ye Wangxi didn't want to chatter with others, so he looked at Mu Yanli with a pair of eyes: "Please let the pavilion master make it clear."

Mu Yanli said: "It is not that there is no way to reshape the spiritual core in this world. The spiritual core is broken, but the fragments are still in the heart cavity. The so-called digging the spiritual core naturally does not need to demand a complete spiritual core."

Xue Meng's complexion is like paper: "So what do you want?"

"Just cast a spell to dig out all the fragments of the spirit core." Mu Yanli said, "Tianyin Pavilion won't want his sex..."

"Fate" was not out, Xue Zhengyi also stood up, his face clouded: "Dig out all the fragments of the spiritual core?"

"good."

"How many times do you have to dig?" Xue Zhengyong's eyes were wide open, and his temples were already covered with white hair. "Five times? Ten times? The soul core was dug out to damage the heart, and once was extremely painful—a few years Tianyin Pavilion dug out a prisoner's spiritual core the day before, but she didn't make it through, and died when she returned to the prison the same day."

Mu Yanli said indifferently: "That's because she is weak, she can't blame Tianyin Pavilion."

"Then you might as well just take his life!" Xue Zhengyong yelled angrily, "Mu Yanli, fragments of the spiritual core! Thank you for being able to say it, if his spiritual core is broken into two pieces, dig it twice. Three pieces, then dig three times... But what if it is broken into hundreds of pieces? Are you trying to kill him?! You are killing him!!"

"If it really shatters like that, it will be his own life."

Xue Zhengyong was dumbfounded.

Life?

Everything is fate.

He suddenly felt ridiculous.

What is life?

Because of his fate, he mistakenly raised this child as his nephew.

He gave the child a family, a master, a place to live, a home.But what was the original fate of this child?

Abandoned by illegitimate children, he has never had enough to eat since he was a child, and earns a living by begging and performing arts with his mother.

His mother died, and he, a thin and lonely toddler, dragged his decaying corpse to the mass grave, burying the only warmth of his childhood with his own hands.

He was beaten countless times, scolded countless times, put in a dog cage, and falsely imprisoned.

Everyone expects this world to be fair, but from the moment of birth, fate is inherently unfair——

Why does the son of the aristocratic family here spend a lot of money in exchange for beautiful cars and BMWs?

The poor people over there were displaced and had to feed on insects and ants, and the heaven and the earth were their seats.

Why can some people act like a baby to their mother without any worries.

Some people want to take their mother's bones to the giants of the rich and powerful family, and ask for a sentence, "You can hit three feet, but you can't find one."

Why are some people humiliated.

Some people are born rich.

This is not fair.

When fate dumps injustice on those at the bottom, and a price adjustment order can take the lives of their loved ones——

Where is the justice?

We are all living people, how can we not hate, how can we be detached and relieved.

Even if this child made a mistake, even if he wasn't his blood relative, even if fate made fun of him... Thinking about it, it still hurts my heart.

Xue Zhengyi closed his eyes.

He murmured: "It's too cruel. I'm afraid Shenwu Tiancheng didn't take into account the fact that the spirit core was broken...Hundreds of times, Mu Yanli."

He raised his eyelids, his voice trembling.

"You have to take an awl and gouge out his heart hundreds of times."

"..."

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

Xue Zhengyi raised his face, watching the clouds slowly drifting past.

"Okay, now he has paid for his crimes. He should pay off what he owes to the world."

got windy.

Xue Zhengyi choked up suddenly.

"But what the world owes him... Will someone pay him back... Will anyone pay him back..."