Zhu Yicai wouldn't waste his emotions on the Zhu family.
However, there is still one person whose problem needs to be solved.
The article points to Shen Hanfang, who accused Zhu Yi of murdering her elder sister.
She was filled with resentment and jealousy when the Zhu family left without taking her with them. Without thinking, she angrily took Zhu Yi to the disciplinary hall.
She didn't take Zhu Qianying's previous instructions to heart at all.
The judge carefully reviewed Li Chen Hanfang's appeal.
The old man with the white beard got angry and immediately called Zhu Yi and Mu Yu over.
Today is a major event for the Tianlan Sect. The Discipline Hall's Master of Admonitions has sent a letter to Master Yujing, requesting a trial for Zhu Yi!
"Did I hear that right? Is it really Zhu Yi?"
A few junior disciples, who were good at gossip, huddled together and chattered, "Would Master Yujing be willing?"
"He probably wouldn't want to. But Master Jieduan's seniority is much higher than Master Yujing's, so Master Yujing can't very well disobey him!"
The research done by the younger disciples does make some sense.
The elders of the Discipline Hall are senior members of the previous generation.
It was to prevent the sect elders from doing evil deeds, so that the disciples would not be able to punish them.
The Discipline Hall occupies a mountaintop on its own, located in the back mountain of the sect. The path is uphill and enchanted, preventing the use of any flying artifacts. All Tianlan Sect disciples who come here must climb the mountain by themselves.
There's no other reason than that both those who come to observe the trial and those who come here to seek justice and be tried use this mountain climbing method to calm their minds.
The Tianlan Sect elders who came up with this method had very simple ideas at the time.
Everyone is engrossed in cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao every day. If they really encounter disputes that they cannot resolve, they can reflect on their mistakes while climbing the mountain when they come here for judgment.
Of course, how could Zhu Yi possibly reflect on her mistakes?
Even if she's wrong, she won't admit it, especially since it involves Zhu Qianying and Shen Hanfang.
As they walked uphill, Mu Yu silently led the way. Zhu Yi felt every pore on her body relax, and her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. The sore and swollen sensation gave Zhu Yi an indescribable sense of pleasure.
A fleeting thought flashed through her mind, and Mu Yu, who was in front of her, suddenly turned around and whispered, "We're here." Zhu Yi couldn't grasp the flash of inspiration in her mind. What came into view was the simple black, white, and gray hall of the Discipline Hall. Although it was called a "hall," it was actually very large.
The pine and cypress trees on both sides stand tall and straight, as if they had been measured with a ruler.
Looking up from the mountaintop, the dark and ever-changing clouds on the horizon seemed tangled and impossible to unravel.
The Tianlan Sect was bustling with activity, while the Discipline Hall was deserted and quiet.
Even the onlookers who used to laugh and whisper were now standing in a respectful line. The path beneath their feet was paved with neat stone slabs, one slab at a time, with one person standing on each slab, making it look like a black and white checkered pattern filled with black chess pieces.
The crowd stood solemnly, and even the sound of their clothes rustling could be heard clearly as they walked.
Despite it being a sunny day, the low-pressure, condensing atmosphere made Zhu Yi feel a little short of breath.
What kind of human suffering is this...?
Zhu Yi looked at the meticulously combed white-bearded, white-haired, white-robed, yet livid-faced Master Jiedushi. She twitched her lips, and just as she lifted her right foot into the Discipline Hall, the old man, sitting high in the main seat, shouted sternly, "Why aren't you kneeling down? Your behavior is so unruly, what kind of decorum is this!"
Unconsciously, her legs trembled, and Zhu Yi's body involuntarily knelt heavily on the prayer mat opposite Shen Hanfang, following the words of the True Man of Admonition.
Shen Hanfang also knelt opposite her. Fortunately, this made her feel more at peace.
Her strength was almost completely dissipated, and she felt a thousand pounds on her shoulders, an indescribable force pressing down on them. Zhu Yi unconsciously gritted her teeth.
"I have summoned you here today to examine the matter of the sect's trial." The old man slowly sipped his tea, his eyes sweeping across the room. A small, fluorescent paper crane flew in from outside the door, transforming into a letter and unfolding it before the Admonition Master.
Master Yujing said that whatever the matter was, he should just ask his senior uncle to investigate it thoroughly so that the wronged party wouldn't suffer injustice. He added that the weather had been hot lately, so he was too lazy to climb mountains and was staying in Peach Mountain eating sweet and sour cold noodles. He said that when he had time, he would make an extra bowl of cold noodles and send it over, and so on...
Dressed in white, Master Judgment, holding a ruler, snorted coldly, seemingly displeased. "You think you can bribe this old man with just a bowl of noodles? Do you really think I'm too old to use a ruler?"
For some inexplicable reason, Zhu Yi felt that there was an undetectable doting in the words of the Admonition Master?
Ignoring Zhu Yi's probing gaze, the Master of Admonitions fixed his sharp, eagle-like eyes on Shen Hanfang and said, "You are the aggrieved party. What matter do you have that I need to investigate for you in my Discipline Hall today?"
Sobbing, Shen Hanfang removed her veil, revealing her face scorched by the ghostly flames. The once quiet hall was filled with gasps of shock.
The deep, hesitant breaths were like barbed whips, striking Shen Hanfang's face and body with a sharp, agonizing pain, piercing her last vestiges of girlish dignity.
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