In the Danxin Palace, the monks didn't know what to say, and many of them lowered their heads and said nothing.

Master Xuanjing said: "Ah... all the injustices are injustices."

Mu Yanli, the head of Tianyin Pavilion, said: "There are injustice and the debt are in charge. Many things in this world are karma and retribution, and they are linked together." When she said this, she changed her mind, "But Mo Ran, you must know that suffering is not the reason for you to vent your hatred and to take human life aside."

"yes."

An elder of Huohuang Pavilion also sighed and said, "My Immortal Lord, you have suffered grievances, which is pitiful. But that is also because you have a bad background and have a trick on your fate. Everyone has their own destiny. You can't just turn around and bully irrelevant people just because you are bullied."

"You have indeed done good deeds and suffered grievances, but as we know, you have killed people later... One code is counted and one code must be calculated clearly."

Mo Ran didn't say anything.

Jiang Xi suddenly asked, "How to calculate it."

"this……"

"Who can calculate it clearly? Whose life is not life, who can be the most fair ruler." Jiang Xi acted willfully and did not regard Tianyin Pavilion as a god. "I don't mean to favor Mo Ran, but I just want to ask, today, we stand here and say we want to settle accounts with Mo Ran one by one and ask him to repay. So - what about the humiliation Mo Ran has suffered? What about the injustice he has suffered?"

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

Mu Yanli said: "President Jiang, Tianyin Pavilion has always been fair. Our clan has guarded the scale magic weapon for generations. At that time, he will use the magic weapon to measure Mr. Mo's right and wrong, merits and demerits to determine the punishment. You don't have to worry."

"It's strange. What's his relationship with me? Why am I worried?"

Jiang Xi was unhappy when he saw Tianyin Pavilion for a long time. He practiced medicine in one sect. To put it bluntly, as long as the medicine is refined well, the body of a mortal can be free and easy in the world. Therefore, Gu Yueye is the least superstitious about the descendants of the gods.

He narrowed his almond eyes and said coldly: "But Mr. Jiang was very curious. I dare to ask everyone in Tianyin Pavilion. After the interrogation of Mo Ran, should you also examine the other people who were implicated in these old things? Should you dig three feet into the ground to see if Nangong Yan is still alive in the world? Should you go to Xiangtan and find the rich man who was injuring Miss Xun back then? Mo Ran killed someone and paid his life to death. Then he was locked in a dog cage, beaten, not covered in clothes, and his body and food were not filled. His benefactor was humiliated by the guest, and his mother starved to death. Who should I ask for?"

Master Xuanjing said quietly: "Sect Master Jiang, why did he suddenly defend the sinners?"

"There is no question of voice debate." Jiang Xi's thin lips opened and closed, "I just thought about how we treated Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi when we were in Huangshan. Jiang was not very willing to see the old story repeat."

Someone said, "That's the situation of two codes, it's not the same."

"What's the difference?" Jiang Xi said, "Nangong Si is dead, and Ye Wangxi is still lingering in the lonely moon night, things have become different - but at the beginning, weren't we forcing them to say that the blood debt of the Rufeng Sect should be paid for their lives?"

He suddenly turned around, his brown eyes like a falcon.

"Where was the Tianyin Pavilion? Where is the justice?"

The people in Bitan Village have had a deep grudge with the Rufeng Sect because of the sword book. Li Wuxin's apprentice Zhen Congming said: "What Chairman Jiang said is biased. Nangong Si is the descendant of the Rufeng Sect. He has a head of injustice and has a head of debt. Unless the people in the Rufeng Sect die, the old debts will still be pursued. No one wants to be a sucker."

Jiang Xi sneered: "Yes, so look, don't you understand this very much? No one wants to be the last person who is slapped but cannot fight back."

Zhen Congming: "..."

"That's what you think, so what Xu Shuanglin thinks, and Mo Ran can think so too." Jiang Xi said, "When things happen to others, these words are always easy to say. But when injustice and cruelty really come to you, you will only feel why there are so many evil people in the world, but it is me who suffers."

Zhen Congming said: "I heard from Master Jiang that he thinks that we are too cruel and unfair to treat Ye Wangxi Nangong Si. Is it just for the Bitan Village Sword Book?"

Jiang Xi said: "Nangong Si is no longer here, who else do you want to pursue the matter?"

Zhen Congming suddenly became angry: "Then will my master die in vain?! Nangong Si is gone, isn't Ye Wangxi still there? She is the leader of the dark city of the Rufeng Sect. In the matter of the sword book, is she not at all whereabouts?"

A group of dead silent.

Everyone knows that Jiang Xi has a cold temper. Zhen Congming is so inconsistent with his name. He actually confronts Jiang Xi like this in public.

Jiang Xi stared at Zhen Congming for a moment and said, "At the time, on Jiaoshan, Nangong Si fought against Nangong Changying and was seriously injured... At that time, he said something to me with his lips."

“…what?”

Jiang Xi closed her eyes and closed her body. It seemed that Nangong Si's bloody battle flashed in front of her again. In the barrier, under the sword of Nangong Changying, she said something slowly to her.

"I hope that I can disperse all the treasures of the century-old Confucian scholars and save all the poor people without any surplus wages."

"This..." The monks looked at each other, their faces a little uneasy. The monks in Wubei Temple even lowered their eyes, folded their hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name.

Zhen Congming's face turned red and red, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "He has no bones now, and the treasures of the Religious Style Sect are all in the secret room. Who can open them? He is still talking nonsense and pretending to be hypocritical."

Jiang Xi said: "Nangong Si didn't expect that he would be in the end. What's more, I would rather believe that others are about to die, and that their words are good."

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

After a long time, he said, "Is this why Master Jiang protected Mo Weiyu today? Want to ask for tolerance to avoid repeating Nangong Si's mistake?"

Jiang Xi said: "Jiang just thinks that seeking fairness and justice is extremely difficult and even impossible. I hope that when you scold others, don't praise yourself too high, don't think that you completely represent justice and the way of heaven."

He glanced at the descendant of Shenming Tianyin Pavilion: "Even if the public trial hall is not necessarily correct."

When he said this, Xue Zhengyong also spoke.

Xue Zhengyong seemed very tired and didn't even know how to face Mo Ran, but he pondered for a long time and sighed hoarsely: "What the leader of the sect said is that over the years, the cultivation world has been in turmoil and ups and downs, and many chaos have occurred. Each sect has done more or less ignorant things. Who can judge absolute fairness and justice? Alas, actually..."

He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Actually, is it necessary to kill people with one's own hands? The price adjustment order of the Rufeng Sect that year killed many innocent people without seeing blood. Xue's size has been in the world for more than 40 years, and has not made many achievements. He does not do anything to cultivate himself and become an immortal, and does not seek fame in history. He just wants to make less suffering in this troubled world."

He said, his eyes slightly straightened.

The Lord of the Top of Life and Death, even if he calmed down, knew that the child he had raised for many years was not his nephew, and he was finally stunned and confused.

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

At this time, Mu Yanli Qingqing, who was beside him, said coldly: "President Xue is kind-hearted, but have you ever thought that if you are tolerant of sinners, you disrespect the innocent people who die, and disrespect the mortals who are involved. Tianyin Pavilion is weak and does not have the ability to settle the mistakes made by everyone one by one, bring everyone to justice, but kill the chicken to warn the monkey - since my Pavilion is in charge of Mo Ran, we will not be able to finish it. I hope the leader knows it."

Xue Zhengyong: “…”

After Mu Yanli said this, he turned around and looked at Mo Ran again.

"Young Master Mo, you have finished talking about the sufferings of your life experience, and you have almost won mercy. Why not talk about something else."

Mo Ran looked at her faintly: "What does the Pavilion Master want to talk about?"

"You said before that the girl in Tofu House was insulted to death was not yours." Mu Yanli said, "I believe in you this. But there is another person's death that is always unrelated to you."

Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "The Pavilion Master is looking for it very clearly."

Mu Yanli said coldly: "Then let's talk about it carefully. How did you kill Mo Nian at the beginning - that is Lord Xue, his real nephew."

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

Xue Meng's eyes were filled with tears and hatred, and he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stop talking. Stop talking!"

Mu Yanli glanced at him and commented: "... and escaped, the so-called pride of heaven seems to be nothing more than that."

The response to her was the Longcheng Contest, like a warning. The scimitar wiped Mu Yanli's cheek and stabbed it, sank into beams and pillars, and wood chips splashed everywhere.

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

Xue Meng bit her back teeth, and the muscles on her face were trembling with hatred: "What a nephew, what a wrong way to occupy the yin and yang of the magpie's nest... Are you saying enough?"

He suddenly pulled back to Longcheng, his chest undulating.

He no longer went to see Mo Ran, nor did he see anyone. He was like a trapped beast, driven crazy and collapsed in his original place.

"Have you finished talking?! Have you made enough trouble?! Are you happy to watch this excitement?"

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

Xue Meng ignored his mother's whispers. His eyes were red, and he held Longcheng and looked around, as if he was self-deprecating and contempt: "Watch a generation of masters become murderers, see the brothers on the top of life and death turn against each other, and see their relatives become enemies - do you feel so happy?"

His voice was hoarse as a broken jaw, and his tail sound was like a feather trembling.

"You are here really to seek justice? Is it to seek truth?" He paused and gritted his teeth, "Aren't you here to seek revenge?!"

Jiang Xi narrowed her eyes: "Young Master Xue, you are too wrong."

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

"Meng'er!"

Xue Zhengyong stood up to pull Xue Meng's shoulder, but after touching him, he was stunned. Although Xue Meng was so angry, he was trembling slightly.

Nearly broken.

"I don't want to listen." He slapped every word, and his hatred became deeper. "It's all lies. lies... a group of liars!"

Xue Zhengyong was about to persuade him, but Xue Meng had pushed everyone away and turned away from the Danxin Palace.

He never went to see Mo Ran from beginning to end.

In fact, Xue Meng knew exactly who was lying and what the truth was, but many things in this world were easy to understand and difficult to accept.

Xue Meng has been going well for more than 20 years. Except for Chu Wanning's death, he has never experienced any major disasters. It is precisely because of this kind of success that he still feels like a child. This is not a good thing. A child has a childlike heart, but also a child's recklessness, ignorance, impulse and sharpness.

Xue Zhengyong looked at the place where he left and stood quietly for a long time before slowly sitting down.

He was no longer young, almost fifty years old, and his hair was covered with several wisps of gray hair. He didn't know if he could stand it. He had to sit down.

This will at least be more relaxed.

Mu Yanli's face seemed to have a thin layer of ice, without any temperature, she just talked about the matter, so she said: "Mo Weiyu, are you going to talk about that matter yourself, or do I ask a witness to speak again?"

Mo Ran was very calm.

A quiet like a death row prisoner.

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

He slowly raised his head.

The faint sunshine shone on his pale face.
To be continued...