Article 769

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"Did you see it? From now on, you have to behave properly, and you must not act 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 never 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 upper cultivation world. You will know this kind of 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, Xiao Hua next door and I..."

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 it has almost become reflexive, like every day and night after losing Chu Wanning, he instinctively wants to help, wants to help the tired peddler push the cart under the tree, wants to do Something within my power.

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 was blown up, and the 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 chased after the oilcloth panting, and the oilcloth was blown and wrapped, and flowed all the way to the confession table and 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!"

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