Master respects him by serving the devil

The picture scroll is simple and unsophisticated, some years old.

Old Ancestor Yun's voice was like a bell, interrupting the discussion.

"Fellow daoists, in the battle between immortals and demons 200 years ago, all the surviving people, including the old man, were forced to enter the death test by Bai Ruoyi. Now that Master Liaochen has passed away, the remaining people are dying of old age. In the pass, only the old man is lingering on his last breath, hanging this life, just for today, to expose this conspiracy and lies!"

"Back then, we all thought that Bai Ruoyi killed the demon king with the Jichen sword, but we didn't see the demon king's soul fly away. Now that we think about it, it must be Bai Ruoyi deliberately covering up and secretly performing forbidden techniques to make the demon king seize his body. Rebirth!"

Old Ancestor Yun squinted his narrow and drooping eyelids, and glanced at everyone present.

"Where is the cloud frequency?"

A young man came out of the crowd, he was an outer disciple who was arranged to enter Zhuoguang and stay under the seat of Elder Tianshu in exchange several years ago.

"How did you come?"

Shi Jue was obviously surprised, even if he was an exchange disciple, he should obey the sect rules, he didn't summon Yunpin, this person shouldn't appear here.

Yunpin was smiling, but his eyes were indifferent and playful, he politely bowed to Shi Jueming, and called respectfully.

"Mountain Lord."

Yun frequently looked like a modest gentleman, walking to Patriarch Yun's side step by step.

"I have lived up to my ancestor's respect, and my disciple has fulfilled his mission. What should be done has been done well."

Immediately afterwards, his words resounded loudly, as if they had exploded.

"Chensi Immortal Venerable hid the corpse of the Demon Lord in the Shenmo Well in Zhuoguang Mountain, and made offerings with spiritual veins every day. Now, the corpse has been brought here to commiserate."

It was like boiling water dripping into boiling oil, and suddenly the pot exploded. Such an unimaginable thing is really jaw-dropping and unbelievable.

"Just stop outside the Mincang Pagoda..."

Hearing this, the ancestor looked at Yunpin appreciatively, and unfolded the scroll in his hand.

It was a brocade-wrapped scroll of Chengxintang paper, and the scrolls at both ends were made of light-colored pear blossom wood, exuding a faint and dark fragrance.

In the painting is a young man with splashed ink on his clothes, black hair and star eyes, two iconic pear dimples slightly outline the corners of his lips, with a faint smile.

The young man smiled sweetly, and a drop of cinnabar mole could be vaguely seen on the slightly opened clothes on his chest. Looking carefully, it was not a cinnabar mole, but a scarlet organ stuffed into the flesh and blood.

These are not important, the important thing is that the face on the painting is the same as the trapped Su Ye to the extreme.

No!That was Su Ye's face!

The old ancestor said: "You are all monks, you must be able to see the year and month of this painting, it is not made in these years, it cannot be forged under the accumulation of time."

Someone answered, "It looks like this painting is at least a hundred years old."

"No, let's talk less about a thousand years! Before I went down to cultivate immortals, my family was in the business of appraising treasures. The ink and traces of this painting penetrated to the extent of the back of the paper. It is a conservative estimate-a thousand years! I just don't know what method was used. It can be preserved so well…”

"It doesn't matter how old he is!"

Some people were too lazy to ink, and went straight to the point, "What does the ancestor mean? I am a rough person, and I don't understand those twists and turns, so the ancestor should just say it straight." The tone was somewhat impatient.

Patriarch Yun slightly lifted his drooping eyelids, and chuckled mysteriously.

"This painting was found in the residence of the Immortal Venerable Chen Si 200 years ago. Regarding the handwriting and brushwork of the Immortal Venerable, I believe Master Shishan knows better."

Everyone gasped, unbelievable yet forced to believe. Amidst the discussions and sighs, their burning gazes turned to Shi Jueming, who was stunned for a long time.

He typed the painting and looked at it carefully. The strokes and strokes were indeed the same as Bai Ruoyi's habit, and there was no difference from the letters sent to him over the years.

The more determined he was, the more terrified he became, and his whole body almost turned cold.

"How? Lord Shishan, is it Bai Ruoyi's handwriting?"

"Yes or no, just nod your head, and chatter."

The urging voices around were like fruit flies, causing headaches. They didn't even call out "Chensi Xianzun" with respect, but called "Bai Ruoyi" one by one, and they haven't been convicted yet. The old respect is like a joke.

Shi Jueming didn't know how to react, the more silent he was, the more certain the people around him felt.

"...This matter, there must be a misunderstanding..." These words seemed very weak.

Silence was broken.

"In other words, we can confirm that this painting was painted by Bai Ruoyi?"

Shi Jueming closed his eyes and nodded, he knew that his denial or justification was useless, they would find the letters and paintings written by Bai Ruoyi and compare them one by one.

sooner or later...

Malicious speculations don't need Ancestor Yun to tell them one by one, and Ancestor Yun didn't intend to give a real answer.

For things like the truth, it is enough to throw out one or two points, and they will fill in the rest by themselves.

People always believe in the stories they make up, and hope that the people around them will believe what they say.

"Thousands of years ago, this painting... Did the Demon Lord exist thousands of years ago, or... the Demon Lord was created by Bai Ruoyi?"

"Collude with the devil? No wonder 200 years ago he tried every means to revive the devil..."

"A man, painting a portrait of another man, heh, have you ever heard of anyone Bai Ruoyi has painted over the years?"

"You mean..." The man winked, his expression narrowed and subtle.

Many people looked at Su Ye, who was bound by heavy cages and shackles, with intimacy, disgust, ridicule, or ridicule in their eyes.

Su Ye was numb all over, his sea of ​​consciousness was already in chaos, and his headache was about to split.

Those words were like countless thunderbolts, which exploded in his ears and turned into a raging fire, scorching him to pieces.

The devil's hat was already on Su Ye's head, it was embedded in the flesh and bones, and he couldn't get rid of it.

What's even more frightening is that they didn't stop there, and even wanted to drag Bai Ruoyi into the water, and public opinion moved in two directions.

One is: in the name of protecting the common people, Bai Ruoyi actually colluded with the devil and harmed the living beings. On the surface, he also maintained the good reputation of the immortal.

The other is: Bai Ruoyi was blinded, had an affair with the devil, and was even so infatuated that he painted a portrait of him, leaving his mission and responsibility behind.

No matter which set of rhetoric it is, it is enough to nail the master and apprentice to the pillar of shame.

If it was just Su Ye being abused, maybe Shi Yu Nie could hold back, but when they started insulting Bai Ruoyi, Shi Yu Nie refuted those people like crazy, but he only had one mouth, he couldn't speak to them.

His eyelashes were stained with tears, and he stared angrily, grabbing those people by their collars one by one, yelling and shouting: "No! No Immortal Venerable! You are talking nonsense!"

"Have you forgotten? Forgot that he once saved the people from fire and water...forgot that he used to mend the ban on city by city regardless of serious injuries...forgot that he once saved your relatives, friends and citizens from the mouth of demons..."

After he said it, his throat became hoarse, and the tears rolling in his eyes finally rolled down.

Several people were choked and couldn't speak for a while.

But soon, someone picked up, "Bai Ruoyi has done good deeds, but this does not serve as an umbrella for him to do evil. Among the Xianmen and Baicheng present, who has not done good deeds?"

Discussions broke out again, hands and feet were danced, and the winks were morbid, angry and excited.

Shi Yu Nie felt that he couldn't understand, so he turned his gaze to Su Ye, with red eyes, rushed over, grabbed Su Ye's skirt, forcing Su Ye to look up.

Shi Yu Nie's eyes were flustered and chaotic.

He wanted to say: "Quickly explain, hurry up, say that those things have nothing to do with Xianzun, Xianzun is innocent, you... don't implicate Xianzun!"

But the moment he saw Su Ye's face, he was stunned.

Su Ye's eyes are dull, as if covered with a layer of gray fog, as if the soul is not in the body, only the rolling tears flow down from the eyelids, the whole body is trembling densely, as heavy as a thousand chains Pull his arms to the ground very high, strangling into the flesh, the skin is ripped apart.

Xue Lang stood tall, and said to Shi Yu with a judgmental attitude: "Young Master Shi, don't you believe it? What do you not believe? Do you not believe that Bai Ruoyi has an affair with the Demon Lord, or do you not believe that Su Ye is the Demon Lord?"

He said in a loud voice: "If you still have doubts, why not go out and look at the corpse of the demon lord together. Facts speak louder than words. You can tell right from wrong at a glance."

As soon as the words fell, the monks present, whether they were convinced or doubtful, all acquiesced.

They were guided one by one, walking outside, out of the dungeon, towards the light.

Xue Lang escorted Su Ye in a cage, winding behind him.

He whispered into Su Ye's ear and said in a low voice, "He won't come to rescue you, even if Shi Jueming sent someone to report, he won't be able to come back in time."

Su Ye suddenly understood that Xue Lang shouldn't know about Bai Ruoyi's trip to the extreme north, unless...

"...The restriction of the extreme north..."

Xue Lang chuckled, "There is no restriction at all in the extreme north."

He continued: "Whether Bai Ruoyi's good reputation can be maintained depends on you. You don't have to blame me, I never wronged you, isn't what they said true?"

Su Ye was dragged by the thick black iron cage, and the blood was splattered all over the ground. He was panting heavily and could hardly speak.

After leaving the dungeon, his eyes, which had not seen the sun for a long time, couldn't adapt at all, and were stung by the light. In a trance, he felt like a big mouse with its thorns pulled out in a dark corner. It's time to melt.

What Xue Lang said was right, he was powerless to refute, he was once a demon king, his hands were stained with blood, he had committed countless sins, and he had forced Bai Ruoyi to lie under him, humiliating him for two lifetimes.

Those people did not wrong him.

His crimes are self-inflicted.

Even if he hides for hundreds of years and changes his shell, he can't get rid of those pasts, they follow him like a shadow.

Those debts were repaid even after death in the previous life...

He seemed to see countless wronged souls around him, stretching out black and rotten hands, resenting him, scolding him, cursing him, trying to drag him into the abyss, into hell.

Ask him to pay for his life, and ask him to pay for what he did.

He once thought that he had died once, all the debts that should be paid were paid off, and he could start anew in this life and be a new man. If he had the opportunity, why wouldn't he want to be a kind, upright, and beloved fairy king?

Those he saved also said to him "thank you..."

But, they were right, the good deeds he had done did not offset the sins he had committed.

Can't hide, can't hide anymore, maybe it's not bad to use the last courage to accept fate.

Waiting for the trial, or killing at the neck, is always the sweetest thing.

only……

There is still reluctance in his heart, reluctance to let go of that fire, that handful of snow, that clear spring in his heart...

In this life, in the last life, perhaps the last thing she can do is to rectify Bai Ruoyi's name and remove the three inches of dirt on his white clothes.

Master, you stand on the sky, don't let the mud and blood splash on...