The public trial is finally over.

Even if someone utters a voice, someone pleads that the result will still not change.

The trial of the scales of the Tianyin Pavilion is already the ancient system of the millennium. No one can escape, and the rain is naturally not spared.

In the clearance field, the ink was escorted to the sinful sin outside the Tianyin Pavilion.

The instruments are bound, the enchantment is over, and the guards stand. He will be here for three days and three nights, accepting the ridicule and resentment of those who have passed the road until the day when the core is born.

It is called publicity.

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

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

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

She is hard to be firm, but at the moment she can't be denied.

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

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

Mrs. Wang shook her head.

"Under the eyes of the dead, it is difficult to protect themselves. How many people are ordering us to distribute today? Your father and son should be calm, and never be out of the way. Once you have a life or death, Yuheng is good, and you are burning. Even the last retreat was cut off."

Xue Meng stunnedly: "But is there really someone going to fight him and screaming at him? I don't know what the chess game is all about, why he can solve it...but..."

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

"But, that day, he really saved us... Why some people have not experienced the catastrophe that day, and have not seen the situation of the day, just rely on one side of the word, it is necessary to treat him like this."

why?

Xue Meng did not understand, he was too pure.

But Mrs. Wang knew that Xue Zhengyi also understood.

Tianyin Pavilion is the most just palace in the realm of comprehension. Once a certain thing has been fixed, especially after years of hard work and standing for thousands of years, then few people will think about it. Why is it just, it will not There will be a mistake. In such a force, even a refuted voice will be easily overshadowed.

Ink rain is a sinner.

Because it is a sinner, anyone can swear him and swear at him.

Because you are a sinner and a sinner, so those who have saliva or fists are not violent, not venting, not following the trend, not venting, or even the infinite pleasure of the tiger.

It is to punish evil and promote good.

Everyone should clap their hands and say, whoever dares to utter a sigh of love, that is, the same party, the covenant should be put on the stage, the face is painted, the hair is cut off - oh, morality is lost, right and wrong, and fight together.

Xue Meng can't go to the crime scene.

Will be crazy.

In the evening, it started to rain.

The sinful sin is not covered, the ink burns in the misty rain, the fine rain sticks to his face, he closes his eyes, the crowds are surging, and the rain is pouring out.

At this time, the monks have already dispersed, and most of them are ordinary people who are unclear. The residents of these upper-level repairs did not comprehend and did not know the various accidents that occurred before, but they were extremely curious, holding a paper umbrella and looking at the bound man.

In the daytime, their stands were far away, and they could not understand the appearance of the ink.

However, when the public is guilty of crimes, these people can come closer.

Some girls were surprised at the low voice: "I heard what he did in the morning, thinking that it was a ugly ugly, and I thought it would be good."

The strong man around her thoughtfully took care of her cloak and said, "You are too naive. In this world, people who look good but have sinister hearts are innumerable. You must not be confused by the appearance of such people. Go."

There are also parents who bring their sons and come to them.

The one who was awkward was a teaching book from the upper revisionist, Sven Wenwen, who picked up his own child so that he could clear the appearance of the ink there.

"Have you seen it? You must be a good person in the future. You must never make a pie with this kind of animal."

The child was ignorant, five or six years old, still not very sensible, he asked: "Hey, what mistakes did he make? Why are you here?"

"The mistakes he made can be described as difficult." Mr. Jiao Shu is sour, "According to the conclusion of the Tianying Pavilion public trial, he killed people, put fire, practiced forbidden, and deceived his identity. This person, there is no shame, The slightest humanity, his cold blood is dark, the pigs and dogs are not as good - after you grow up, you must not be like him, can you remember?"

"remember."

The father just breathed a sigh of relief and listened to the child asking himself: "But hey, do you know him?"

When my father stunned: "I?... I certainly don't know him. You see me as the most right-minded gentleman in the Qingfeng Academy. I have a bright life and a good faith. I am a gentleman. How can I be a gentleman?" Know this evil devil."

He paused and seemed to feel that he had to add more fire. He taught the children: "Our family is a scholarly family. It has been cherished by great morality since childhood. Even people who are like him, even if they say a word, You should feel extreme shame and dirty. Have you remembered?"

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

He asked inexplicably: "But hey, you don't know him, how do you know him...he...heh..." He tried to learn his father's words, and he laboriously recalled, "He is not as good as pigs and dogs, cold-blooded. Darkness? We are seeing him on the first day today...I don’t need to know a person for a long time? For example, I have a small flower next door...”

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

The child’s big black-and-white eyes looked at the ink, and he said halfway: “But this brother looks like a poor man... He is not like a bad person. What kind of sound cabinet, will it be wrong?”

"You are too young, so you will think like this." Mr. Teach has always been pedantic, and he has vetoed his son’s question. "When you grow up, you will understand that Tianyinge has been in this world for thousands of years." In the most fair and just place, there is almost no mistake in the temple left by the gods."

The child licked his fingers and stared at the smoldering look. He seemed to understand and understand, but he did not help the ink.

Late at night, the crowd gradually became sparse and gradually dispersed.

Three days later, the drizzle turned into heavy rain, and no one was there anymore.

Overnight, at dawn, there were hawkers in the morning market pushing the board slowly.

The rain was so hot that the hawker squatted and pushed his old wooden cart. The ink burned for a long while, half awake, groggy, heard the sound of the car rolling on the bluestone road, and the hawker's hard and heavy breathing.

His consciousness is erratic, and he thinks that he is still the time to travel outside.

He opened his eyes slightly and the scorpion was out of focus.

But almost it has become a reflection, and every night after the loss of Chu Yuning, he instinctively wants to take the handle, want to help the tired hawker push the cart under the tree, want to do something Do what you can.

But he found himself unable to stand up.

After a long time, he remembered that the time of redemption was gone forever.

He is now a sinner appointed by the Tianyin Pavilion.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, the wind was too strong, the tarpaulin on the hawker was rolled up, and he tried hard to flatten it, but to no avail.

The tarpaulin was blown up, and a pile of cargo on the car was thoroughly drenched by rain. The poor man who was exhausted by his livelihood was anxiously lining in the rain -

The ink burned at him.

He felt very uncomfortable because he remembered the past of his mother's dance of a knife for a copper plate.

There are always so many people in this world. When others are lying on their backs, they have to brave the hurricane and rain and go for a meal.

He really wants to help him.

In this quiet rainy night, he felt that his mood was so stable that he was enough to recall many things in the past. I remembered the sentence that I once smiled and said to A Niang.

"When I have a good time, I will make many houses. Everyone will have a place to live. No one will ever go hungry and freeze."

In fact, the smoldering of the ink is very unclear. Why are the disciples of Tianyinge who are standing next to them, no one is going to help the hawker.

It is only a matter of doing things.

But these people stand up like a pine and cypress. They are the most solemn and solemnist faction of Tianyin Pavilion, but they are not moving. They are like a meteorite. The heart is probably not much different from the meteorite.

The hawker panted and chased the tarpaulin, and the tarpaulin was blown and wrapped up, and it was blown to the sinful sin, and it was blown to the ink.

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

The ink sighed and he felt relieved.

But the hawker knows that the things in his car have been ruined, the mood is so extreme, but he does not know how to vent. He glared at the piece of tarpaulin, and when he was distressed, he suddenly noticed that the ink was burning to see himself.

He turned his head and stared at him.

Suddenly gnashing his teeth and licking his face on the face of the ink: "Look what! What's so good! Even if you are so bad, you have to laugh at me?! Damn thing! See how you die!"

He didn't get rid of it, but he didn't dare to rely too close. He picked up a few stones next to him and smashed toward the burning body.

The young disciples of Tianyin Pavilion are familiar with this.

They often smiled privately and said: "People, as long as they are able to distinguish between good and evil, they will hate the heavy criminals. It doesn't matter if they play twice."

They are very understanding of the emotions of the people.

So it doesn't stop often.

A few stones are on your face, and it doesn't hurt.

But the ink burned slightly trembling.

Seeing him tremble and seeing his pain, the hawker seems to feel that his unfortunate and sorrowful world is no longer a problem. The evil in his heart is somewhat out of order. He drags his weak body and walks toward the pusher. Go, cover the tarpaulin, and go far.

There was a night of mist and fog between the heavens and the earth, and the heavy rain washed away the hawkers’ smashing scent, and many stains were washed away.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and the world is clean.

Its daybreak.

The monks of Tianyin Pavilion have successively left the city gate, passing by the ink, or turning a blind eye, or disgusting.

Suddenly there was a pair of black boots that stopped at the front of the ink.

An umbrella fell and covered the patter.

The ink burned in the sputum, not aware.

Until I heard someone is arguing.

A gentle and calm voice, but the tone is very persistent: "Give him an enchantment to avoid the rain."

"There is no order from the owner of the cabinet.

"It's just an enchantment."

"Love can help."

The ink burned open and stumbled, and saw a man who stood tall and straight - no, not a man, a leaf forget, and a reluctant attitude: "The execution day has not arrived yet, you should not be so against him. ”

"How do we treat him?" Someone frowned. "Ye girl, you have to be responsible for your speech. Tianyin Pavilion is doing things according to the rules. It is God who sees him but wants to rain. This is not the punishment we have imposed on him." ""

Ye Jingxi's eyes flashed with anger: "Isn't this a punishment? All night! Did you let him be so overnight last night? If I didn't see it today..."

The following people from Bitanzhuang pass by, and they are accompanied by a group of younger brothers.

Hearing the movement, Ming Ming, and sneer: "Hey, the dark city leader of Confucianism is no longer in charge?"

"The scapegoer has an umbrella, hehe."

There were people around, everyone whispered, whispering, and a few women repaired the leaves and whispered each other, whispering each other -

Unfortunately, the sound is not low.

"I heard that in the Confucianist Gate, the black man who made a fortune in the leaves is the ink."

"What? I don't know... is this evil guy helping her?"

"Ink burns and kills their own dry mothers, how can they be so good for the leaves?"

Silent for a while, then someone opened his eyes and covered it with Pai. It changed color: "God, they shouldn’t be..."

What is it?

Very clever, no one has made a clear statement at the moment. But they all showed a disgusting and excited look on their faces. The irresponsible guess is too comfortable, as if it was a long-lasting and intense climax, which culminated in the crowd and spread in the rain.

They stared at the two people on the stage.

One man and one woman.

Why is a woman willing to help a lost man? Did she sleep with him? She must have slept with him, she must have loved him, and she loved his lingering sorrows in the bed.

So dirty.

The ink burned and lifted the scorpion, and looked at the leaves for a moment. He wants to talk, but the first time he speaks, he can't make a sound.

He had to swallow again and then hoarsely: "Ye girl..."

"you're awake?"

Ye forgets to bow his head, still the gentle and correct appearance of the year.

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

Ye did not leave but she took a pot of warm water. She leaned over and held the umbrella while she untied the mouth. The umbrella was slanted, and most of the rain was drenched on her.

"Drink something..."

When Tianyin Pavilion was established, someone came to stop it: "Ye girl, the prisoner, must not give meals."

"Can the prisoner be beaten by the onlookers?"

Although Ye Yexi did not see the situation last night, but the ink burned around the large and small stones, forehead cheeks, are also bruised by the bruises.

She stared at them, her eyes were a bit fierce.

On her body, the shadow of the old man gradually appeared.

“Does Tianying Pavilion not act impartially? Is this your fairness?”

Those people who know what they are doing are not going to say anything more. They are the first to show their face, and they cough gently: "If you have water, you can't eat anything else."

Ye forgets to give him some warm water.

Ink whispered: "Why..."

"You helped the aunt." Ye did not lift the shackles, "also helped me."

"...On the mountain, if the dead person is me, Nangong, he will..."

The leaves of the forgotten hand slightly paused, she was shaking, but she finally said: "Whoever wants to live. I will not blame you because you want to live."

"..."

"Drink," she said. "Xue Meng can't come. He is stopped by his mother. I am holding an umbrella here. You used to take the world and help me and my aunt. Even now no one is facing. You, I will help you too."

Her expression is still faint, but very firm.

"I am here."

She said that she must practice, and she is so standing beside the ink, Tianyin Pavilion will not let the enchantment open, she will take an umbrella, tilt slightly, and stop the rain.

When she is standing, the people who throw stones are no longer there, but the words of discussion are getting harder and harder to hear.

A demon who is not male or female. A well-dressed beast.

A good woman who does not care. The murderer who is devastated.

What is the crime of wanting to add? Moreover, everyone knows that the man who is kneeling on the ground never turns over, and the woman standing next to him has already been sent to the door, and he has nothing to rely on.

It’s hard to hear, who will care for them?

At this moment, it was only when the warriors in the world were so shocked that there were so many warriors in the world, and they were as passionate as they were after the rain.

So upright, indignant, hateful.

In the past, these people did not know where to go.

The Tianyin Court trial is the most rare. I am afraid that no one will be able to win this honor in ten years.

The people who watched the bustle waved and waved back and forth, like the tides. Someone said: "I did a lot of good things before this ink burned. Now I don't seem to know what it is. He still stayed in our village. It's such a murderer. It's scary to think about it."

"I heard that his mother is the one who is cold, do you know?"

"Die Yihan? A song that is hard to find?" The reporter was surprised. "Is that girl not very good? I heard that I have learned, gentle, noble, and very kind..."

Immediately there will be yin and yang sighs: "You guys are really interesting, Duan Yihan is a scorpion / son? This year, 婊 / son can be praised as high clean, I see this world has really changed, there is no moral benchmark in my heart."

The man who was struck by was somewhat unpleasant: "Die Yihan is happy, not awkward. She has been in the music for so many years and has never taken any flowers."

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

At this time, some people said with a loud voice: "What is the difference between music and music? Are you people who don't know how to be self-satisfied, and who are shameful and shameful. In this year, someone actually defended the darkness. I didn't expect that I would practice the world, morality. It has already fallen to such a situation."

It’s not someone else who spoke, it’s the teacher who took the child yesterday.

Today, he did not hold his own children, but held a stack of books, followed by a group of books in the school. Mr. Teacher raised his chin slightly and looked extremely clear.

Someone recognized him and said with kindness: "Mr. Ma is early in class today."

“There is a lighter feeling on paper.” Mr. Jiao said, “I’m going to school early today, so I’m going to bring students to teach and see the world.”

He said, he glanced at the son who was talking about the cold clothes, and sneered at it: "But I didn't expect to hear such shocking remarks. It really made Ma a big eye-opener, and I was really worried about my culture." ""

"Yes, Mr. Ma said it is good, Mr. is a moral model."

"Mr. is a teacher, and he has a good heart."

The man who was brave enough to defend Duan Yihan was ashamed and angry, but the people around him were laughing at him. His face was raised as pig liver color, and it was hard to say anything.

These words, the ink burning sounds very angry at first, and then weak.

He couldn't do anything, only to listen to the mother who had already passed away and became very embarrassed between the lips.

Only by the time before the death, he also told him that "to remember, don't take revenge", was chewed by a black hole, chewed into a niece/female, kinky/female, and gave birth to a scum of cockroaches.

Can not block the long mouth.

Ye forgets to endure for a long time, and finally can't stand it. She steps forward and wants to argue with the people in the audience.

But the ink burned her low: "Don't say it."

"..."

"It's useless."

Ye forgets to return to his side, when the rain has gradually stopped, but her umbrella still does not receive, as if this thin oil paper umbrella can block anything.

The ink burned and looked at her, half awkward, hoarsely said: "Don't stand here with me, Ye girl, if you believe me... then go back to Tianyin Pavilion, go find Xuemeng, find the dead and the dead People... tell them..."

He slowed for a while.

At this moment, he is not enough to speak.

"Tell them, listen to me, try to find Huabi Nan as soon as possible... find my master..."

When he mentioned Chu Yuning, his heart was again a colic.

Where is Chu nightning?

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

He can't think about it.

"The first ban is really solved, and you should be wary early." The ink burns the eyelashes, "... I can't stop the second attack... but there will be a second time... please Believe me... I have no other heart, I just hope that all this can stop."

Can't continue this way.

I don't want to repeat the same mistakes, and I will see the late night of the call of Huasha.

I don't want to see him again, to die, to make up for it.