Chapter 138 An unexpected event

No one expected that these two people would be the ones standing on the duel arena in the end. Despite this, flags with Lin Heting's logo have been raised everywhere in Qingji Sect.

"Lin Heting! Lin Heting!"

"Victory belongs to Qingji Sect!"

The Qingji Sect relied on its large numbers and began to use human wave tactics. Not willing to be outdone, Yanyun Tower used its reputation of being able to fight one against three to make efforts on both the surrounding areas and the competition battlefield.

——For example, if each person drinks three bottles of Sprite, blood sugar and fighting power will be fully demonstrated.

Even though the medical hut was packed and Qingji Sect was heavily guarded, on the day of the decisive battle many disciples still came to Mingwu Peak to watch the fight. Ning Mingmei also mixed in.

He soon discovered that there were a lot of people coming to today's final.

For example, Kong Huan from Baopu Temple also came.

Kong Huan stood alone in the corner, looking quite depressed. Ning Mingmei saw that there was no one else around him, and he probably knew what had happened to him in the past few days.

Therefore, during the finals, he also specially found a secluded place where no one was around.

But after seeing Ning Mingmei, Kong Huan raised his eyes, somewhat surprised.

"Master Ning Feng." he said.

Ning Mingmei: "Empty joy."

Kong Huan moved his lips and finally uttered a sentence: "Thank you, Master Ning, for helping me out that day."

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ning Mingmei said, "It's not for anyone, it's just so that this 'strange poison' can be solved as soon as possible, so that the truth can be revealed."

Kong Huan then smiled somewhat bitterly: "Thank you very much... Master Ning Feng."

To be honest, the position where Kong Huan was standing was the viewing position that Ning Mingmei had long been eyeing. Ning Mingmei always takes things for granted and there is absolutely no reason for him to give up his position to Kong Huan.

So he sat leisurely in his seat. The red and purple flags are flying, but the game has not yet begun. Ning Mingmei said casually: "Although the trials of immortal sects often yield nothing good, you don't have to be so stubborn in front of so many people."

Kong Huan lowered his eyes. Facing the lively competition arena, he said softly like an ascetic monk: "Master Ning Feng, do you want to hear a story? This story may be true, or it may be false."

The protagonist of the story is a monk.

The monk travels around the world, and his lifelong wish is to uphold justice and be chivalrous. Later, he met a thin and lonely boy near a Buddhist temple.

The young man cried and claimed that the local landlord had betrayed him and killed his mother and father, and then used the opportunity of adopting him as his adopted son to embezzle his family's property. The gentry usually pretended to be kind and charitable, but in fact they were scheming. After the young man found out the truth, he was driven out by them and now he has nowhere to go. If he had not met the eminent monk, he would have committed suicide on the spot.

This kind of experience is really infuriating. The monk promised to help the boy - as it happened, he was a close friend of the local prefect. Although the incident of the landlord embezzling the young man's property happened a long time ago, there is no evidence. But anyone looking through a magnifying glass can always find a few mistakes. These mistakes are not big or even harmless, but they are easy to spread among the crowd and are enough to turn a wealthy family with a "clean" reputation into a fallen dog that everyone laughs at.

"Since there is no evidence of embezzlement and we cannot make them pay, let's start with other things." The monk's friend said, "No matter what the path is, we still achieved justice in the end!"

The monk has to leave for something. Feeling guilty for not being able to solve the boy's problem, he recommended the boy to study at Xianmen. Later, he performed so many heroic deeds that he became more and more respected, so he forgot about this matter.

It was several decades later that I heard from this family again. The monk's relatives of low level cultivation were captured by people from the demon world, and they asked him to be exchanged for them.

His relatives were also good people as honest and loyal as monks, so they were easily caught and were completely defenseless.

The monk then went there. What he waited for was not the fulfillment of the promise, but a bloodthirsty killing.

The leader was a woman in green with an indifferent expression. Facing the monk's questioning, she only said one sentence: "Do you still remember Tong Siyang?"

The monk shook his head. He was angry, confused, yet vaguely frightened.

"You ruined my life, but you say you don't remember anything? You don't even remember my father's name." The woman in green said, "My mother and father died... two years after you left. My stupid brother thought that insulting and beating his mother and father would show that he was 'not in the same boat'. So later, my mother and father both jumped into the river. My mother sent me to another family and changed my name..."

"All this happened because his comrade's adopted son thought that by marrying me, he would be able to naturally become the successor of the family and embezzle everything in my family. My mother disagreed, so he spread rumors and destroyed our family... And all of you still think of yourselves as righteous executioners!"

She laughed until tears came out: "For so many years, every day, every moment, every time I tore my meridians in order to forcibly improve my cultivation, I repeatedly thought on the bloody ground what I would say when I saw you again. I revised the draft I wanted to say over and over again. But you don't remember me... How could you not remember me?"

The silver knife light fell on the monk's relatives. The monk listened to the screams of his relatives, his eyes tearing up: "No... they are innocent!"

"I know they are innocent. But only when you lose your loved ones will you know how painful it is." The woman in green said, "Besides..."

She raised her head and laughed wantonly: "Hundreds of years ago, didn't you decide that I was a bad person?"

The screams and sounds of killing did not subside until a long time later. The little boy was locked in a neighboring house and blindfolded. He couldn't see anything and could only smell the blood.

Until a pair of soft hands peeled off the cloth.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" said the woman in green.

“…”

"Hate me?"

“…”

"Want to kill me?"

The little boy looked at her blankly without giving any answer.

Until the softness and fragrance enveloped her cheeks.

"I'm sorry for giving you a nightmare. So in the future, you will become the same as me. This is all because of your uncle." The green-dressed woman held the little boy's face and giggled, "When you grow up, come find me."

As she spoke, she patted his face and said, "I should go now. Those guys from Liaoyuan are still waiting for me... As for you."

"Welcome to the world of nightmares."

The words left by the woman in green were like a nightmare, always lingering in the little boy's heart.

Will I become like her?

Will I verify...her prophecy?

Will I make the same mistake as my uncle?

Baopu Temple brought the little boy back but concealed the truth - which was actually not difficult. Because after the little boy was brought back, he didn't speak a word for a whole year.

A year later, the little boy had a Buddhist name.

After that, the little boy became a disciple among the younger generation of Baopu Temple, known for being "old-fashioned" and "obeying the rules".

But even so, the eyes of the woman in green still appeared in his nightmares.

"You will become me."

This sentence is like the most terrifying curse.

Until today.

Ning Mingmei: ...

No one would have expected that the Buddhist beads in the Xiaojin Tower, the high monk in the Baopu Temple, and the relationship between Kong Huan and Monk Ye actually hid such a past.

And it spreads across the country?

Why are there Liaoyuan people here?

What is the relationship between this woman in green and the Liaoyuan people? A woman in green, a Ye Di, a Wu Yun, and the sneaky but extremely radical Bai Mian... Ning Mingmei became more and more suspicious of the purpose of this organization.

Is this organization extremely biased towards the Avengers? So why not call it the Avengers.

Kong Huan became even more depressed after telling this story. However, Ning Mingmei finally had some understanding of his heart knot. He then said: "In any case, the headmaster and elders of Baopu Temple have taken great care of you."

"I know." Kong Huan whispered, "So, I think..."

I feel even more guilty.

The words "Don't become the woman in green" have almost become his nightmare, forming a noose together with the way things should be done in the secular world, almost strangling him to the point of suffocation. His refusal this time caused a lot of discussion in Baopu Temple, making it almost impossible for his master to raise his head.

Ning Mingmei said, "Don't worry. Since they named you Kong Huan, they hope you will be happy for the rest of your life. It's easy to repay the sect, and it's also easy to repay the master. You will bring them real joy."

Kong Huan: "Real joy?"

Ning Mingmei: "Have you considered what gift to give to Master? I think this old platinum is quite suitable."

Kong Huan: "But old platinum contains milk..."

We vegan Buddhists do not eat meat, eggs or milk.

Ning Mingmei pushed up his glasses and said, "It's okay. We use non-dairy creamer, which is also considered a kind of vegetarian food. It is more suitable for the physique of the abbot of Baopu Temple."

Kong Huan: “Oh…”

Ning Mingmei: "And we have recently developed a new product, Leshi potato chips, which are non-meat. Would you like to try it? Bringing my product to your sect is the greatest reward you can give to your sect."

Ning Mingmei and Kong Huan were chatting animatedly off the stage. On the stage, Lin Heting and Song Mingke were already fighting.

Both of them have divine looks, and this competition is thrilling. Bai Ruoru, who was watching from the stage, also found it pleasing to the eye.

She said to Qi Miancheng beside her: "Look, Junior Brother Mingmei is here too."

Qi Miancheng looked towards the corner.

"Yeah." He said softly, "Junior Brother Mingmei looks very happy."

There was something ambiguous about these words, and Bai Ruoru suspected that she had heard it wrongly. However, Xiang Wuxing beside her was obviously more concerned about another issue.

"The two have been evenly matched for a long time, and it's really hard to tell who will win!" He sighed, "I guess they will have to fight for another hour?"

"One hour? Maybe two or three hours." Jiang Ying sighed, "But Lin Heting's progress is so fast, it's really unbelievable."

"Song Mingke is about to break through to the late Jindan stage."

At this moment, Qi Miancheng suddenly seemed to have sensed something and looked towards the sky.

The battle was at a stalemate, but neither of the two men showed any intention of giving in. Lin Heting said to Song Mingke: "Mingke, you will lose here this time."

Song Mingke just said: "It's still early."

Half a year has passed, and Song Mingke's temperament has become more stable and gentle than before, and his cultivation is about to break through to the late Jindan stage. Facing each other, neither of them dared to be negligent and both were looking for an opportunity to attack.

Until someone screamed.

"What's that...coming?"