The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The public trial is finally over.

Even if someone speaks out and defends, the result still cannot be changed.

Following the trial of Tianyin Pavilion's Divine Martial Scale has been an ancient system in the cultivation world for thousands of years. No one can escape, and Mo Weiyu is naturally not immune.

After clearing the field, Mo Ran was escorted to the confession platform outside Tianyin Pavilion.

The magic weapon is bound, the enchantment is shrouded, and the guards stand.He will kneel here for three days and three nights, accepting the ridicule and reviling of passers-by, until the day when his soul core is dug out.

It's public announcement.

"Father, mother, I want to see him."

In the guest room of Tianyin Pavilion, Xue Meng couldn't sit still. He got up suddenly, but was held back by Mrs. Wang.

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

It is rare for her to be firm, but at this moment she cannot deny it.

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

"Why?!! I just... I just..."

Madam Wang shook her head.

"At the top of death and life, it is difficult to protect ourselves. How many people are ordering us to scatter today? You father and son need to be calm, and you must not challenge again. Once the top of death and life is in trouble, whether it is Yuheng or Ran'er, you will Even the last way of retreat is cut off."

Xue Meng was at a loss: "But will someone really fight him and scold him around? I don't know what happened to the Zhenlong chess game, why he can solve it...but..."

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

"But, he really saved us that day... Why do some people treat him like this because they haven't experienced the disaster that day, haven't seen the situation that day, and only rely on one side of the story."

why?

Xue Meng doesn't understand, he is too pure.

But Mrs. Wang knew it well, and Xue Zhengyi knew it too.

Tianyin Pavilion is the most fair temple in the cultivation world—once something is determined, especially after years of refinement and standing for thousands of years, few people will think about why it is fair and whether it will be fair or not. There will be mistakes.In such a force, even voices of rebuttal would be easily overshadowed.

Mo Weiyu is a sinner.

Because he is a sinner, anyone can insult him and scold him.

Because it is the sinner who is being scolded, and the one who is beating is the sinner, so whether those saliva or fists, it is not violence, it is not venting, it is not following the trend, it is not the venting of jealousy, and it is not the infinite pleasure of Hu Luoping Yang.

Instead, it is punishing evil and promoting good.

Everyone should clap their hands and applaud, whoever dares to speak up to plead for mercy, that is the same party, should be taken to the stage, face painted, hair cut off - bah, moral degradation, no distinction between right and wrong, fighting together.

Xue Meng can't go to the confessional.

will be crazy.

In the evening, it started to rain lightly.

The confession platform was not covered, and Mo Ran knelt in the misty rain and mist, and the drizzle was close to his face. He closed his eyes, the crowd was surging, and the rain could not extinguish the excitement.

At this time, the monks had already dispersed, and most of the people who stayed here were ordinary people who didn't understand the truth.These residents of the Upper Cultivation Realm didn't cultivate themselves, and they didn't know the various changes that had happened before, but they were extremely curious, holding oil-paper umbrellas, and looking at the man who was bound.

During the day, their stands are far away, and they can't see the appearance of Mo Ran clearly.

But during the public trial at the confession platform, these common people can come up and take a closer look.

A girl said in a low voice of surprise: "Listening to what he did this morning, I thought he was an ugly monster with a blue face and fangs, but unexpectedly he looks pretty good."

The burly man beside her straightened her cloak considerately, and said, "You are so naive. In this world, there are countless people with good looks but sinister hearts. Don't be fooled by the appearance of such people." go."

There are also parents and children who come here specially.

The father is a teacher from the Upper Cultivation Realm, who is gentle and gentle, and hugs his child so that he can see Mo Ran kneeling there.

"Did you see it? From now on, you have to behave properly, and you must not behave like this kind of beast."

The child was ignorant, five or six years old, and still not very sensible, so he asked, "Father, what did he do wrong? Why did he kneel here?"

"The mistakes he made are too numerous to list." The teacher said bitterly, "According to the conclusion of the Tianyin Pavilion public trial, he killed people, set fire to them, practiced forbidden techniques, and deceived his identity. This person has no shame at all. He has no humanity at all, he is cold-blooded and dark, not as good as a pig or a dog - when you grow up, you must not be like him, remember?"

"remember."

The father had just breathed a sigh of relief when the child asked himself: "But Daddy, do you know him?"

The father was stunned for a moment: "Me?...Of course I don't know him. Your father and I are the most upright gentleman in Qingfeng Academy in the Shangxiu world. Know this evil way."

He paused, as if he felt that he needed to add fuel to the fire, and he earnestly taught the child: "Our family is a scholarly family, and we have been influenced by excellent morals since we were young. With a person like him, even if we say a word more, it will be all right." Should be terribly ashamed and dirty. Do you remember?"

This time the child didn't say he remembered it, nor did he say he didn't remember it.

He asked puzzledly: "But Daddy, since you don't know him, how do you know him...he...well..." He tried to imitate his father's words, and recalled with difficulty, "He is worse than a pig and a dog, cold-blooded What about the darkness? We saw him for the first time today... Doesn't it take a long time to get to know someone? For example, Xiaohua and I next door..."

Mr. Teacher: "You don't understand, it's different. He's a convicted person."

The child looked at Mo Ran with big black and white eyes, and said for a long time: "But this brother looks so pitiful...he doesn't look like a bad person, what kind of Yin Pavilion, will the trial be wrong?"

"You are too young, that's why you think like this." The teacher has always been pedantic, and he vehemently rejected his son's doubts, "When you grow up, you will understand that Tianyin Pavilion has been the center of the world for thousands of years. In the most fair and just place, the palace left by the gods, there are almost no mistakes."

The child stared at Mo Ran with his fingers in his hands, half understanding, but he really stopped talking for Mo Ran.

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

It was three o'clock, the drizzle turned into heavy rain, and there was no one left.

One night passed, and at dawn, some hawkers who were rushing to the morning market walked slowly by pushing carts.

The rain was strong and the wind was strong, and the peddler hunched over and pushed his dilapidated wooden cart.Mo Ran was half asleep and half awake at the moment, groggy, and heard the sound of the wheels rolling on the bluestone road, and the peddler's labored and heavy breathing.

His consciousness was erratic, and he thought that he was still traveling abroad.

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

But almost reflexively, like every day and night after losing Chu Wanning, he instinctively wanted to help the tired peddler push the cart under the tree, and wanted to do something Do what you can.

But he found himself unable to stand up.

After a long time, he remembered that those times of redemption were gone forever.

He is now a criminal condemned by Tianyin Pavilion.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the wind was so strong that the tarpaulin on the vendor's cart was rolled up. He tried hard to flatten it, but to no avail.

The tarpaulin blew up, and a pile of goods on the car was thoroughly drenched by the rain.This poor man, exhausted from running around for a living, anxiously chased the oilcloth in the rain——

Mo Ran looked at him.

He felt bad because he remembered the time when his mother danced with a knife for a penny.

There are always so many people in this world who have to brave the wind and rain to run around for a bite of food when others are sleeping peacefully.

He wanted so much to help him.

On this quiet rainy night, he felt that his mood was so peaceful that he could recall many things in the past.I remembered the words I once said to A Niang with a smile.

"When I am successful, I will build many, many houses, and everyone will have a place to live, and no one will suffer from hunger or cold."

In fact, Mo Ran didn't understand why none of the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion standing next to him stepped forward to help the peddler.

Obviously it's just a matter of raising your hands.

But these people stood upright, like pines and cypresses, which was the most solemn and solemn style of Tianyin Pavilion, but they remained motionless, their bodies were like rocks, and their hearts were probably not much different from rocks.

The peddler panted and chased after the tarpaulin. The tarpaulin was blown and wrapped, and it was blown to the confession table, and it was blown to Mo Ran.

A hand as thin as old bark finally grabbed it.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and felt relieved for him.

But the hawker knew that the things in his car had been soaked and his mood was extremely bad, but he didn't know how to vent it.He was holding the oilcloth, and when he felt distressed, he suddenly realized that Mo Ran was looking at himself.

He turned and stared at him.

Suddenly gritted his teeth, and spat thick phlegm on Mo Ran's face: "What are you looking at! What's so good about it! Even you, a lowly bastard like you, are going to laugh at me?! Damn it! See how you die!"

He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to get too close. He picked up a few stones next to him and threw them at Mo Ran.

The young disciples of Tianyin Pavilion are familiar with this.

They often said with a smile in private: "People, as long as they can distinguish between good and evil, they will all hate that kind of felony criminals, and it doesn't matter if they hit them twice."

They are very considerate of people's emotions.

So I don't stop often.

A few stones hit the face and body, but it didn't hurt.

But Mo Ran was trembling slightly.

Seeing him trembling and seeing him in pain, the peddler seemed to feel that his misfortune and misery today were no longer a big deal. He felt more or less angry in his heart. He dragged his frail body and walked towards the push cart. Go, cover with oilcloth, and go far.

The sky and the earth were filled with night mist, and the heavy rain washed away the thick phlegm spat out by the hawkers, and also washed away many stains.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the world is so clean.

Its daybreak.

The monks of Tianyin Pavilion went out of the city gate one after another, passing by Mo Ran, or turning a blind eye, or disgusting and contemptuous.

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

An umbrella fell down, covering the patter.

The ink is burning in sleep, without awareness.

Until I heard someone arguing.

With a gentle and calm voice, the tone was very firm: "Give him a barrier to avoid the rain."

"Without the order of the pavilion master, do not move the confession table."

"It's just an enchantment."

"I can't help."

Mo Ran opened his eyes, and in a daze, saw a man with a tall and straight body—no, not a man, but Ye Wangxi, Ye Wangxi's attitude was firm: "The execution day hasn't come yet, you shouldn't treat him like this. "

"What did we do to him?" Someone frowned, "Miss Ye, you have to be responsible for what you say. Tianyin Pavilion follows the rules. It's God who can't see him. This rain is not our punishment for him. .”

Ye Wangxi's eyes flashed sullenly: "Isn't this a punishment? All night! You let him soak like this all night last night? If I didn't see it today..."

People from Bitan Village passed by below, and it was Zhen Congming who led a group of juniors.

Hearing the movement, Zhen Congming looked sideways and sneered: "Oh, is the leader of the Dark City of Confucianism School meddling again?"

"Hold an umbrella for the sinner, hehe."

People gathered around, everyone whispered and whispered to each other, and a few female cultivators even rolled their eyes at Ye Wangxi and whispered to each other——

It's a pity that the sound is not low.

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

"What? Why didn't I know...it was actually this evil ghost who helped her?"

"Mo Ran even killed the godmother who raised him, how could he treat Ye Wangxi so well."

There was a moment of silence, and then someone opened their eyes wide, covered their mouth with a handkerchief, and changed their color: "Oh my god, could they be..."

What is it?

Very clever, no one speaks clearly at this moment.But they all showed disgusted and excited expressions on their faces.Irresponsible speculation is too comfortable, like a long-lasting and intense climax, this climax pervades the crowd and spreads in the misty rain.

They stared at the two people on the stage.

One male and one female.

Why is a woman willing to help a down-and-out man?Did she ever sleep with him?She must have slept with him, she must have loved him to death, loved his lingering love on the bed, and the love between her ears and temples.

So dirty.

Mo Ran raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Wangxi.He tried to speak, but the first time he spoke, no sound came out.

He had no choice but to swallow again, and then said hoarsely: "Miss Ye..."

"you're awake?"

Ye Wangxi lowered his head, still maintaining his gentle and upright appearance.

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

Ye Wangxi didn't leave, she brought a jug of warm water, she leaned over, while holding the umbrella, she untied the spout.The umbrella was tilted, and most of the rain fell on her.

"Drink something..."

Immediately, someone came to stop Tianyin Pavilion: "Miss Ye, the prisoner is not allowed to give food."

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

Although Ye Wangxi didn't see what happened last night, there were large and small stones scattered around Mo Ran, and there were bruises on his forehead and cheeks.

She stared at them with Nangong Si's fierce eyes.

Gradually, the shadow of an old friend appeared on her body.

"Isn't Tianyin Pavilion acting impartially? Is this your fairness?"

Those people knew they were wrong, so they stopped talking. The leader showed embarrassment and coughed lightly: "Water is fine, other food is not allowed."

Ye Wangxi gave him some warm water.

Mo Ran whispered: "Why..."

"You helped Ah Si." Ye Wangxi didn't raise his eyes, "You helped me too."

"...On Jiaoshan, if the person who died was me, Nangong would..."

Ye Wangxi's hand paused slightly, she was trembling, but she finally said: "Everyone wants to live. I will never blame you for wanting to live."

"..."

"Drink." She said, "Xue Meng can't come anymore, he was stopped by his parents. I am holding an umbrella here. You used to help me and A Si in spite of the world. Now even if no one wants to You, I will help you too."

Her expression is still dull, but very firm.

"I am here."

She must practice what she said, and she stood beside Mo Ran like this. Tianyin Pavilion refused to open the enchantment, so she held an umbrella and tilted it slightly to protect Mo Ran from the rain.

With her standing there, there will be no more people throwing stones, but the words of discussion are getting worse and worse.

A demon who is neither male nor female.Well-dressed beast.

A woman who can't be separated from others.A murderer with no conscience.

If you want to add a crime, why do you have no excuse?What's more, everyone knows that the man kneeling on the ground will never recover, and the woman standing next to her has long since lost her martial arts and has no one to rely on.

No matter how harsh the scolding was, who would care about them?

Only then did Mo Ran realize that there are so many warriors in the world, one after another, impassioned, like mushrooms springing up.

So righteous, so indignant, so jealous.

I don't know where these people went before.

Tianyin Pavilion interrogation is the most rare, and I am afraid that no one will be able to get this honor in ten years.

Waves of spectators came and went, echoing back and forth, like the ebb and flow of the tide.Someone said: "This Mo Ran has done a lot of good things before, but now it seems that he doesn't know what his intentions are. He also stayed in our village. Such a murderer is scary to think about."

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

"Duan Yihan? That music fairy who is hard to find?" The listener was surprised, "Isn't that girl a nice person? I heard that she is talented, gentle, noble and kind-hearted..."

Immediately, someone said strangely: "You men are really interesting, Duan Yihan is a bitch, right? These days bitches can be praised as noble, I think the world has really changed, and I don't have any moral standards in my heart."

The man who was contradicted was a little unhappy: "Duan Yihan is a music actress, not a prostitute. She has been in the band for so many years, and she has never received any flower customers—"

"You think she didn't take it because you are poor. This kind of woman, as long as the money is in place, there is nothing innocent."

At this time, someone said with great emotion: "What's the difference between Le Ling and prostitutes? They are both people who don't know self-respect and self-love, and are shameless. These days, someone actually makes excuses for prostitutes. It has fallen so low.”

It was none other than the teacher who came with the child yesterday.

Today, instead of holding his own child, he was holding a stack of books, followed by a group of book boys from the school.The teacher raised his chin slightly, looking extremely noble.

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

"What you learn on paper is always shallow." The teacher said, "I leave school earlier today, because I specially brought the students here to receive teaching in person and see the world."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the young man who spoke for Duan Yihan, and sneered: "But I didn't expect to hear such a shocking speech, it really opened Ma's eyes, and I really worried about the atmosphere of my cultivation world .”

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

"Mr. is a good teacher, with good intentions."

The man who had the courage to defend Duan Yihan just now was ashamed and angry, but everyone around him was laughing at him, his face turned pale, and he couldn't say anything, so he went away angrily.

These words, Mo Ran was extremely angry at the beginning, but then powerless.

He couldn't do anything, he could only listen to his long-dead mother becoming embarrassing between the lips and teeth of everyone.

He could only let the woman who told him to "receive gratitude and not take revenge" before she died, be chewed up by her black mouths, turning her into a prostitute, a whore, and a scum who gave birth to a low class.

Can't stop Yoyo's mouth.

Ye Wangxi endured for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, she took a step forward, wanting to argue with the people in the audience.

But Mo Ran called her in a low voice: "Stop talking."

"..."

"It's useless."

When Ye Wangxi returned to him, the rain had gradually stopped, but her umbrella was still not closed, as if this thin oil-paper umbrella could block anything.

Mo Ran looked up at her, and after a long while, said hoarsely: "Don't stand here with me, Miss Ye, if you believe me... then go back to Tianyin Pavilion, find Xue Meng, find the peak of life and death people... tell them..."

He slowed down for a while.

At this moment, he didn't even have enough strength to speak.

"Tell them, listen to me, try...to find Hua Binan as soon as possible...to find my master..."

When it comes to Chu Wanning, his heart is cramped again.

Where is Chu Wanning?

Listening to Shi Mo's tone will not hurt him, but where will he be taken by Shi Mo and what will he be forced to do?

He can't think deeply.

"The first forbidden technique is really unlocked, so we must be on guard early." Mo Ran's eyelashes rustled, "...I can't block the second attack...but there will definitely be a second attack...please Believe me... I have no other intentions, I just want this to stop."

It can't go on like this.

I don't want to repeat the same mistakes again, and see Chu Wanning call out Huaisha again.

I don't want to see him alone again, to make up for the sky with his death.