The villain is respected

Venerable Nan Ruo, the head of the Buddhist sect, fell into a demon under the eyes of everyone, and was killed by the sword formation, and the Gaxin Palace where he lived was razed to the ground.This kind of news is like a boulder being thrown into a deep pool, causing thousands of waves for a while.

The next day was the unveiling ceremony of Fo'en Temple, almost all the visitors from Wanzong of Kyushu gathered here.As a result, the guests saw with their own eyes that the always quiet inner mountain of Fo'en Temple suddenly lit up into the sky. Immediately, the pressure of the sword intent was like dark clouds pressing down on the surroundings and heavy rain was approaching. It weighed heavily on the heart, making people breathless.

In the end, there was a loud noise that shook the mountains, and the news of the destruction of the Heart Palace spread like wildfire in the whispers of everyone.

Foen Temple is the first Buddhist temple in Kyushu.

Each of the nine provinces has a respected sect, but it happens to be the "tenth respect" independent of the nine sects.Now, the news that Venerable Nan Ruo is suspected to be the internal response of the demon cultivator has caused many people to murmur in their hearts—is this Foen Temple worthy of being in a high position and being enshrined by others?

Who would have imagined that just coming to watch a ceremony, you can get this kind of fun.

As the saying goes, beat the dog in the water.

But for the monks of Fo'en Temple, they would never think that what is more difficult than today will be tomorrow.

While they were devastated, fate quietly dealt the final blow.

On the second day, the unveiling ceremony of the merit inscription completely trampled their faces to the ground and smashed their proud spines.

The next day, the town clock rang seven to seventy-nine times, and the sound of the Buddha, which should have been simple and meditative, was shrouded in an indescribable gloom, as if a little sluggish and dull, like an old man coughing loudly with blank eyes .

The bell rang one after another, and finally there was even some impatient urging.

I saw the monks of Fo'en Temple bit the bullet and held the unveiling ceremony as usual. The smiles on their faces froze slightly, and they carried out the ceremony step by step in embarrassment.

The guests who watched the excitement whispered in front of the monument with a slight disdainful smile, pointing and casting mocking glances from time to time.

The monks have fair skin, and their skins are even thinner. Under such scorching gazes, they almost become shrimps soaked in hot water, and even the roots of their ears were burnt into pieces——

I just hope that this damn monument unveiling ceremony will end as soon as possible, and send away this group of guests who are watching the excitement and don't think it's a big deal, so they can close the gate of the temple and slowly deal with the unmanageable mess in front of them.

The broken walls and ruins of the Gaxin Temple were still there, and every moment was like a slap on the face of their Foen Temple, which was slapped loudly.

After hastily going through the cutscenes, finally, they reached the last step - it was time to unveil the stele for the inscription of meritorious deeds.

Inscribed on the inscription of merits and virtues are the powerful monks who have made great contributions to the beings of the Three Realms in the past hundred years, and each of them is a famous figure.

Cheng Zhi'en of Yunmiao State once turned the tide and saved a whole city of innocent people during the joint attack of the Demon Sect, knowing that Gu Lin escaped from the Hundred Ghosts Cave by himself...

Therefore, no matter how unbearable the Foen Temple is, the guests will pay tribute to them and maintain full respect and silence when unveiling the stele.

Seeing that the surroundings finally became quiet, the interim senior monk in charge of Fo'en Temple was almost moved to the point of tears. He was full of excitement, with tears glistening in his old eyes, and tremblingly held his hands with dry hands like tree bark. He tore off the red silk covering the stele.

Under the sun, the red curtain with watery luster fell down smoothly like silk, like a cloak unintentionally falling from the fair shoulders of a beauty, and finally let people see clearly the monument of merit that connects heaven and earth.

The stele is more than tens of feet long, looking up, the background is the vast and clear sky, on which will be inscribed with the names of deeds stroke by stroke with gold lacquer—an inscription of merit and virtue, a stele of ancient history.

The moment the red silk fell, everyone's eyes fell on the gray stone tablet. At that moment, everyone was suffocated, and it seemed that even the wind was silent for three minutes.

There should have been tears in his eyes and an expression of great emotion, but the visitor's face showed a subtle astonishment, surprise, and even disbelief.

It was as if they suddenly saw some extremely ridiculous scene, they opened their mouths slightly, but lost their voices.

In an instant, a cloud of uneasiness enveloped his heart, and the heart that the old monk who had just let go of the stele hung high again, and it could jump out of his throat almost in a second.His throat tightened slightly, he pursed his lips, turned around slowly, and finally raised his head stiffly.

The moment he saw the stele clearly, the old monk's vision went dark, he staggered back two steps, and barely stabilized his figure with the support of his disciples beside him.

"This..." He felt that the voice was not his own anymore, as if his soul and body had been separated, and his whole body was in a state of stepping on the clouds.

The old monk only felt that, against the backdrop of the sky, the silent stone tablet looked like a giant who bent over to look at him. bloody wound.

The giant watched him silently, and the old monk's mind was buzzing. He felt that the head was getting closer and closer, and even the sky was falling heavily.

He finally couldn't bear such torture, his old eyes closed, and the world went dark.

"God is going to kill me, Fo'en..." At the last moment of falling into a coma, such a sigh appeared in his mind for no reason.

"what is that……"

Finally someone murmured, but no one could answer him.

I saw that on the stele of merit and virtue, the great achievements that should have been engraved with gold lacquer turned out to be a tragedy written in red ink.On the gray stone tablet, there are no achievements, only endless murders.

In the 27th year of Imperial Edict Yunli, Cheng Zhien of Yunmiao Prefecture obtained Qin Yuejian.With Zhao Zhimian's painstaking efforts, it was forged in the furnace for 81 days, and the spirit sword was produced.

In the 27th year of the imperial edict cloud calendar, Chen Ye of Linlang Pavilion got the Zhenlong chess piece.It is made by grinding Chaoyu Wei hand bones and refining them again.

In the 27th year of the imperial edict cloud calendar, he knew the microcosmic Gulin and got the Sequoia Whisk.The blood of Chao's child was taken alive and soaked for dozens of days.

……

Every case is a hidden bloody case, which everyone should know but don't know.The monks present are all well-known figures from various sects. They have been in the cultivation world for so many years, and with just one glance and a little connection, they can see through all the clues of deceit behind them.

"I remember that Chao Linglu seemed to have died in Chiwei Valley in the 26th year of Chiyun." A monk's eyes were red for no reason, and he said hoarsely, "27 years..."

The next year, it became the beginning of Chao's murder.And the first lamb to be sacrificed was the younger brother whom the man cared about until his death——Chao Zhimian.

"Chao Zhimian? Didn't Yun Miaozhou say that he was saddened by the death of his brother, and then gave up his cultivation and entered the mortal world?" A friend who knew Chao Linglu pointed to the name on the monument and asked through gritted teeth.

After Chao Linglu died, he wanted to take care of his younger brother for his old friend, but he searched all over the world and could not find the boy.At that time, the people of Yunmiao State assured him that the money they gave was enough to make Chao Zhimian rich and smooth for the rest of his life, which made him slightly relieved.

At that time, he only said that Chao Zhimian's youthful temperament was to avoid him on purpose.Unexpectedly, before he found the person, that person had already become a sacrificial sword sacrifice!

Some people were stunned and speechless, some were filled with righteous indignation, but some people's face faded in an instant, and their backs were covered in cold sweat in an instant.

Under the inscription of merit and virtue, all living beings are fully displayed at once.

And all this fell into the eyes of the young man in red.Xie Chi stood in the crowd, listening to the conversation of the people beside him, he looked up at the gray stone tablet standing silently, his face was calm.

"I promised Chao Linglu that the bloody case of the Chao Clan will be brought to light again." He said slowly, "This is the inscription I set up for them, and it is even more a statement of grievance."

Yu Jianhan also stood quietly in the crowd, his breath-holding technique made the people around him easily ignore their existence, otherwise, it would definitely cause quite a stir.

He saw the last line of characters on the stele at a glance, on which was written "Zhao Zhao" stroke by stroke.

Zhao Zhao, you see, we did it.

Sword Master's eyes softened, and he told the child in his heart——

Although Ah Xie forgot everything, he still fulfilled his promise to you.

The inscription on this inscription is the eulogy and sacrificial oration of the Chao clan, and Xie Chi wrote the word "Chao" all over the inscription with fresh blood and ink.

In the 26th year of the imperial edict cloud calendar, Zhao Linglu was buried late.In the following year, Chao's massacre occurred, and in the winter of the same year, Ye Shenchuang Fo'en was imprisoned.

The blood of innocent people meanders quietly under the prosperity of the prosperous age.The survivors of the Chao clan who fled in all directions are hiding in various places, but they all clearly know that it is only a matter of time before they are found...

Although Chi Weidi, who had the most spiritual power, was snatched by Ye Shen, but the spiritual weapons forged by the blood of other clansmen can still serve as a guide.

The places where members of the Chao clan were found one after another were gathered, like stars that were gradually extinguished in the night sky.There was no movement of struggling, and before they even had time to call for help, their throats were slit open by the sharp knife of greed.

All sects were red-eyed, and they rushed to the weak lamb, greedily devouring the flesh and blood of their prey.

The last members of the Chao clan hid in a small village in Zixun Mountain.

And Chao Zhao was the new life born during their exile—at that time, the dying woman lovingly touched the soft hand of the child, but she didn't know whether she was crying or laughing.

She only had time to say one last thing: "This child, let's call him Zhao Zhao..."

But I still don't know when the law of heaven will be revealed.

The music in the world is still there, and the last stars of Zixun Mountain have finally gone out, as if they have no impact on the world, but they have indeed taken away the light.

Xie Chi looked at the towering stone tablet, and suddenly asked without end: "Where is Ye Shen, you say?"

The Chao family line was cut off, and the person who should witness this stele most in the world is Ye Shen.

"He..."

Yu Jianhan laughed, he turned his head slightly, looked at the person beside him intently, his eyes were full of seriousness and tenderness: "He's gone to look for Chao Linglu."

The falsified monument of merit and virtue in Fo'en Temple finally became a storm that swept through Wanzong.The sects whose names were engraved on it almost all remained dead silent immediately, closing the gates tightly to see no outsiders.

But Foen Temple, which is in the center of the vortex, closed the mountain and locked the temple like crazy. They tried every means to destroy this gray stone tablet engraved with crimes, but the stone tablet remained unmoved. He still stood tall, like It is a silent giant, standing silently between the heaven and the earth, overlooking all living beings.

The giant's body is engraved with the sins of countless generations. He is a guard standing in the troubled world, dripping with blood. The world has left scars on him with greed and sin, but he still stands stubbornly.

Without words, his existence is the memory, and the memory is the indestructible conscience.

Finally, the sinner fell at his feet.

On that day, although the various sects remained silent, countless monks who were named on it came to the monument. For them, the confinement formation of Fo'en Temple was just a trick that could not be put on the table, and they ignored it all the way They rushed in, but stopped in front of the stele one after another.

These monks either became famous, or retired to the mountains and forests, but at that moment, time seemed to be pulled back to those years soaked in blood and tears.

They were all outside the temple that day.

The day Ye Shen broke into Fo'en Temple was supposed to be an auspicious day for forging spiritual weapons, and they, as future holders of spiritual weapons, knelt in the outer hall and waited.

But everything was disrupted by the intruding sword repairman.

They listened to the weeping and bloody questioning from the inner hall, followed by the sound of fighting... But the mournful cry could not be heard in the resplendent and resplendent Buddha hall. staring at the world.

The outer hall was silent, but soft sobbing came from nowhere.Such movements infected all the disciples present, and the sobbing became louder and sadder.

They mourn, they mourn.

Meanwhile, they remained silent.

They can only endure the pain, swallow the blood of innocent people with tears in their eyes, and then continue the cause of saving the common people with their souls and sins.

It's great.

Over the years, people who have obtained spiritual weapons seem to be practicing the creed of helping the world and saving people. They practice hard, they travel, and they eliminate all the injustices in the world...

Every spiritual weapon contains the flesh and blood of the Chao clan. They want to do good deeds so that they can tell themselves over and over again: Look, it is right to exchange one life for ten thousand lives.I am right.

They have forgotten that they are the biggest injustice.

No one has ever been able to easily decide the value of another person's life, let alone compare himself to a god, who can choose who to die and who to live at will.

If it is to save the world and save people, it is better to say that these years, they are atoning for their sins, atoning for the sins that have never seen the light of day and burned their hearts.

Finally, countless enviable and coveted spirit weapons were left in front of the monument. When they fell to the ground, they shattered like dead leaves into mud.

The spirit weapon was scattered, and the resentment imprisoned in it finally rested.

The world seems to be absurd in an instant, or in other words, it was originally like this, but now that the fig leaf is lifted, the filth and filth in it make people laugh, but it makes people laugh even more.

And the one who has disappeared for a long time, the former number one swordsman in Yunmiao State——Ye Shenmo, the swordsman who was once the favored son of heaven, finally relied on the most hated devil energy in his life to support his dilapidated body. .

He killed the instigator of the tragedy one by one. According to the last cultivator who saw him, after beheading several people, Ye Shen was seriously injured and unable to move, but he still went to Chi Weigu.

The man looked at the broken walls and ruins all over the ground, laughed three times, and died of blood.

On the same day, Cheng Zhien, who had succeeded Ye Shen as Yun Miao's number one swordsman, committed suicide in front of the monument of Fo'en Temple.

The blood-stained Qin Yue sword fell to the ground. At that moment, Cheng Zhien seemed to see that resolute figure again through his hazy vision.

"Follow your heart and abide by etiquette."

In a daze, the man's last instructions sounded in his ears again.The man lying in a pool of blood opened his lips slightly, and big drops of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and into the hairline.

He wanted to make up for the answer he had missed, but there was a broken breath in his throat.Some things, once wrong, can never turn back.

Yes, brother Chao.

The inscription of merit will eventually become a monument for sinners.