The public trial ended in the end.

Even if someone speaks out or argues, the result will still not be changed.

Following the judgment of the Tianyin Pavilion's Divine Martial Scale has been an ancient system in the world of cultivation for thousands of years. No one can escape, and Mo Weiyu naturally cannot be spared.

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

The magical instruments are bound, the barriers are enveloped, and the guards stand. He will kneel here, accepting ridicule and scolding from passers-by until the day when the spirit core is dug.

This is called public announcement.

"Dad, mom, I want to see him."

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

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

She is rarely firm, but she cannot refuse it at this moment.

"Don't go to the confession platform, don't go to see him."

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

Mrs. Wang shook her head.

"The top of life and death is difficult to protect yourself. How many people are ordering us to disperse today? You, father and son, need to be calm and never show off. Once the top of life and death is ill, whether it is Yuheng or Ran'er, even the final retreat will be cut off."

Xue Meng said in a daze: "But will someone really fight him and curse him? I don't know what the Zhenlong chess game is going on, why can he solve it...but..."

He buried his face in his palm and his voice was moist.

"But he really saved us that day... Why do some people have never experienced the disaster that day, never seen the situation that day, and just treated him like this based on one side."

Why?

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

But Mrs. Wang knew it, and Xue Zhengyong also understood it.

Tianyin Pavilion is the most fair hall in the world of cultivation - once something has been determined, especially after years of cultivation and has stood for thousands of years, then few people will think about why it is just and whether it will be wrong. In such a force, even if there is a voice of rebuttal, it will be easily overshadowed.

Mo Weiyu is a sinner.

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

Because the people who scolded the sinners and beat them, those saliva or fists were not violence, not venting, not following the trend, not jealousy, not infinite pleasure in the tiger's fall in the sun.

Instead, punishing evil and promoting good.

Everyone should applaud. Whoever dares to speak out and ask for love is that they are a party who should be taken to the stage, with their faces painted and their hair cut off - Bah, morality is degraded, right and wrong are not distinguished, and they fight together.

Xue Meng cannot go to the confession platform to watch.

Will be crazy.

In the evening, it started to rain.

The confession platform was not covered, Mo Ran knelt in the hazy rain and fog, the drizzle was pressed against his face, his eyes closed, the crowd was surging, and the rain could not extinguish the excitement.

At this time, all the monks had dispersed, and most of the people who stayed here were ordinary people who were not aware of the truth. These residents of the upper world did not practice the truth, nor did they know the various changes that had happened before, but they were extremely curious, holding oil paper umbrellas and looking at the bound man.

During the day, their stands were far away and they could not see Mo Ran's appearance at all.

But when the public trial of confession of sins, these people could come closer to see them.

A girl was surprised and said, "I heard what he did in the morning and thought he was an ugly monster with green face and fangs, but I didn't expect that she looked pretty good."

The strong man beside her thoughtfully took care of her cloak and said, "You are so naive. There are countless people in this world who are good-looking but sinister in their hearts. Don't be confused by the appearance of such a person."

Some parents and children came here specially.

The father was a teacher from the upper world of cultivation. He was gentle and gentle. He picked up his child so that he could see Mo Ran’s appearance kneeling there.

"Did you see it? In the future, you must be a good person and never behave like this beast."

The child was confused, five or six years old, and was not very sensible, so he asked, "Dad, what mistake did he make? Why did he kneel here?"

"The mistakes he made are so numerous." The teacher was so sad. "According to the conclusion of the public trial of Tianyin Pavilion, he killed people, set fire, practiced the forbidden arts, and deceived his identity. This person has no shame and no human nature. He is cold-blooded and dark, and he is worse than pigs and dogs. When you grow up, you must not be like him, but remember?"

"Remember."

As soon as the father breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the child ask himself: "But Dad, do you know him?"

My father was stunned for a moment: "I?... Of course I don't know him. Your father, I am the most upright gentleman in Qingfeng Academy in the Shangjing world. He has been open and honest all his life. He has made friends with knowledgeable people and a decent gentleman - how could he know such evil devils and crooked ways?"

He paused, as if he felt that he would add more fire, so he taught his children: "Our family is a scholarly family, and has been influenced by excellent morality since childhood. Even if he talks a word more, he should feel extremely ashamed and dirty. Have you remembered it?"

This time the child did not say remember, nor did he say he did not remember.

He asked in confusion: "But Dad, since you don't know him, how can you know him... He... Um..." He tried hard to learn from his father's words and recalled with difficulty, "He is not as cold-blooded and dark as pigs and dogs? We met him the first day today... Isn't it take a long, long time to understand someone? For example, I and the little flower next door..."

Teacher: "You don't understand, this is different. He is a person who has been convicted."

The child looked at Mo Ran with big eyes, black and white, and said for a while: "But this brother looks so pitiful... He doesn't look like a bad guy. What kind of music palace, will he be wrong?"

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

The child held his fingers and stared at Mo Ran, not understanding, but he did not know anything anymore.

It was late at night, and the crowd gradually became sparse and gradually dispersed.

It was the third day, and the drizzle turned into heavy rain, and no one was there anymore.

One night passed, and at dawn, a hawker who was rushing to the morning market was slowly walking by with a cart.

The rain was strong and the wind was strong. The vendor was hunched over and pushed his dilapidated wooden cart. Mo Ran was half asleep and half awake at this moment, and was drowsy. Hearing the sound of the wheels rolling on the bluestone road, and the vendor was gasping for difficulty and heavy breathing.

He was vaguely conscious and thought he was still the same years he had been traveling outside.

He opened his eyes slightly, his eyes lost focus.

But almost reflexive, like every day and night after losing Chu Wanning, he instinctively wanted to help the tired vendor push the cart under the tree, and do something within his ability.

But he found that he couldn't stand up.

It took him a long time to remember that the time of atonement was gone forever.

He is now a sinner appointed by Tianyin Pavilion.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the wind was too strong, and the rain-covered oil cloth on the vendor's car was rolled up. He tried hard to flatten it, but it was useless.

The tart cloth was blown up, and a pile of goods on the car was completely wet by the rain. This poor man who was tired of making a living was anxiously chasing the tart cloth in the rain.

Mo Ran looked at him.

He felt very uncomfortable because he remembered the past when his mother danced on the tip of a knife for a copper plate.

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

He really wants to help him.

On this quiet rainy night, he felt so calm that he recalled many things in the past and remembered the words he said to Ah Niang with a smile.

"When I have a future, I will build many houses, everyone will have a place to live, and no one will be hungry or cold anymore."

Mo Ran actually didn't understand why none of the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion standing next to him went up to help the vendor.

It's obviously just a simple task.

But these people stood straight, like pine and cypress, 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 vendor panted and chased the oil cloth. The oil cloth was blown, wrapped and rolled, and blew to the confession platform and blew to Mo Ran.

A hand that was as thin as an old tree bark finally grabbed it.

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

But the vendor knew that the things in his car had been damaged and were in extreme mood, but he didn't know how to vent. He was holding the oil cloth and was feeling distressed when he suddenly realized Mo Ran was looking at him.

He turned and stared at him.

Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and spat on Mo Ran's face with thick phlegm: "What do you think! What's the good thing about it! Even a slut like you will laugh at me?! Damn things! Let's see how you die!"

He was not satisfied, but he didn't dare to get too close. He picked up a few stones next to him and smashed them towards Mo Ran.

The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion are accustomed to this.

They often smile in private and say, "As long as people can distinguish between good and evil, they will hate those serious prisoners, and it doesn't matter if they hit them twice."

They are very considerate of the people's emotions.

So I don't stop it often.

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

But Mo Ran was trembling slightly.

Seeing him trembling and suffering, the vendor seemed to feel that his misfortune and sadness today were no longer anything else. He felt a little angry. He dragged his weak body toward the push cart, covered it with a tarpaulin, and walked away.

The sky and the earth were filled with mist at night. The heavy rain washed away the thick phlegm that the vendors spitted, and washed away many stains.

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

It's dawn.

Some monks from Tianyin Pavilion went out of the city gate one after another, passing by Mo Ran, either turning a blind eye or disdainful.

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

An umbrella fell to cover the drizzle.

Mo Ran was sleeping, not noticed.

Until I heard someone arguing.

A gentle and gentle voice, but his tone was very persistent: "Give him a barrier to shelter from the rain."

"Without the order of the Pavilion Master, you cannot move the slightest stage of confession."

"It's just a barrier."
To be continued...