Chapter 66: Neither Demon nor Immortal 6
Facing the cliff.
Wu Lingpan sat on the cushion and started to look through the scroll that his master had given him.
The wuling sank its consciousness into the scroll, and then it saw the scene that had passed for more than a thousand years.
Because what is recorded in the scroll is not about anything else, but the scene a thousand years ago when Yan Xi committed a heinous crime that led to the extinction of his sect and was jointly tried by the three sects and four factions.
"You demon! Why on earth did you do this? Tell the truth. How did you collude with the demons and massacre the sect?"
A voice like thunder suddenly sounded. On the high platform, there sat a circle of sect elders with serious faces, and Yan Xi stood alone in the center of the judgement platform.
The moment Wu Ling saw the figure below, he was stunned.
If Wu Ling had not been told in advance that it was Yan Xi, he would not have recognized that it was the familiar and gentle Fellow Daoist Yan who was so friendly and conversational.
At this moment, the sinner who was being scrutinized by everyone in the audience had a hunched body and skinny body, but his hands and feet were shackled with layers of extremely heavy shackles. The shackles pressed him down, making it difficult for him to even stand up, and he could only maintain a crawling posture.
Yan Xi's body was in a terrible state, as if he had been tortured. His robe was torn, and blood, new or old, was all over his body. The color of the clothes could no longer be seen. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his exposed skin, and it was covered with all kinds of scars. The scars were all over his face, completely covering his original appearance, so that others could only see his eyes.
He stared ahead with calm eyes, his pupils like two crows flying down from a land full of war.
Facing their questioning, Yan Xi said nothing, as if he didn't want to say even a single word.
No one cared about his attitude. A disciple dressed in white and with red eyes walked out from the dense crowd on the side.
After he stepped out of the line, he bowed to the elders at the head, and then began to suppress his anger and said, "My fellow elders, I have clear evidence of Yanxi's crime of colluding with the demons to harm the Tiandi Sect."
After saying this, he threw the image stone in his sleeve upwards. The spirit stone was activated in mid-air, and then a recorded image of the past appeared in front of everyone present.
The picture shows the day when the Tiandi Sect was destroyed. There was a tragic scene with corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing like rivers throughout the sect. In this heartbreaking scene, there was a gray figure walking through it as if nothing had happened.
Slowly, the light got bigger in the picture, and everyone watched Yan Xi turn around, with wisps of black air emanating from his body.
The scene ended, and the crowd of onlookers suddenly started to quarrel, and then an angry voice that was louder than everyone else rang out, "Traitor Yanxi, with such solid evidence, why are you still refusing to plead guilty!"
"Do you think there is no justice in this world anymore?"
After he finished speaking, the place was extremely quiet. Everyone was waiting for him to confess his crime and be punished, but Yan Xi still just lay quietly on the ground without saying a word.
Just as he was silent, another tearful voice screamed, "My fellow immortals, no one from our Tiandi Sect, from new disciples to elders, survived! Even now, the murderer has not even shown a trace of remorse. Where is justice? Where is justice!"
After saying this, the disciple dressed in white with an excited look summoned his own natal sword and prepared to stab it towards his own spirit altar.
"Brother, you can't do that!" Upon seeing this, the disciple standing next to him, who was also dressed in white, hurried forward to block his sword that was halfway through stabbing, and begged, "Brother, since our master has passed away, you and I are the last remaining heirs of the Tiandi Sect. How can you easily abandon your brother? If you want to sacrifice your blood to the spirits of our master and fellow disciples, then let your brother do it."
Having said that, he snatched the sword from his fellow apprentice and prepared to stab it towards his own altar.
"Don't do that, kid!" Seeing that the sword in the guy's hand had already stabbed halfway, the elders on the platform could no longer sit idly by. A solemn man in black stood up, raised his sleeves, and a gust of air swept over, snatching the swords from the hands of the two men.
He then spoke again, his upright face showing half sorrow and half anger, "As a fellow righteous cultivator, how could I stand idly by while watching the demons do such a thing? Since the three sects and four schools are conducting a joint investigation today, we will definitely give you a fair result."
After saying this, he looked at Yan Xi who was lying on the ground below again and said in a cold voice, "Sinner Yan Xi, the fact that you colluded with the demons has long been proven by evidence. Even if you refuse to admit your crime today in order to escape, you will never be able to deceive the justice of this world..."
Everything seemed to be finally settled, but Yan Xi remained motionless and didn't say a word. He was not at all curious about what was happening above. He just listened quietly as the people above listed his sins one by one and finally sentenced him.
"...You held a demon feast in the west, slaughtered your fellow disciples, and colluded with the demon clan. Your sins are grave. I now sentence you to receive eighty-one soul whips and be imprisoned in the Soul-Suppressing Tower, where you will never be able to reincarnate!"
This is the end of the screen.
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Wu Ling put away the scroll and closed his eyes with a tired look.
This scroll faithfully recorded the impact of a thousand years ago. Even if he looked at it now, he could still feel the extremely strong emotions and the fear he felt when facing the elders.
But why did he always feel that there was something strange? Why?
At this moment, a breeze gently brushed his cheek. He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed, "Senior!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Le Kun appeared in front of Wu Ling with a serious face. The lid of the water bottle in his hand was opened for the first time. Wu Ling could feel that he was a little irritated, but when he saw him, he still asked calmly, "What happened? Weren't you busy practicing every day before? How come you have time to waste here today?"
"Senior." Wu Ling called him, then looked at him and said nothing more.
Le Kun gave him a strange look, then quickly looked away.
He looked up and down the dilapidated cave carefully.
"Senior, you came to me because you have something to tell me."
"No." Le Kun denied sullenly, then found a place to sit down in the cave.
Wu Ling kept watching his movements closely, and finally spoke after he sat down, "Grandmaster, you have lived for about a thousand years, right?"
"Huh? Why are you asking this?" Le Kun glanced at him strangely.
"Grandmaster, you must know what happened a thousand years ago." Wu Ling went around in circles and finally revealed his true purpose.
"Me? Hahahahahahaha!" The old man with a long beard and a sloppy Taoist robe suddenly burst into laughter.
After he laughed enough, Le Kun suddenly flashed in front of Wu Ling. Wu Ling was startled by the big face that suddenly appeared in front of him, but he quickly calmed down and stared at the old man carefully to see what he was going to say.
But the old man just gently stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, then said maliciously, "If you are so curious, why don't you go and see it yourself?"
As he finished speaking, the black spirit closed its eyes lightly, and its body fell to the ground as its master fell into a coma.
When he opened his eyes again, he returned to the Tiandi Sect more than a thousand years ago.