The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

Xiao Jing once again stepped into the mountain gate after being away from the teacher's gate for many months.

Unlike in the past, when he went up the mountain, most of the teachers and disciples watched him coldly, or were suspicious, looked up and down, and watched from afar.

This time, he didn't come here as the Nanyang Chang family, that idiot who couldn't get on the stage and was humiliated everywhere.

Instead, he came back as Lin Jinglin Zhaoying, a high-ranking disciple of Yue Wuchen, the former suzerain of the Wuji Taoist sect.

Before stepping into the mountain gate, a disciple guarding the gate discovered that someone was rushing out of the mountain aggressively, ready to draw swords and sternly reprimand him.

But he was surprised to see that the person who came was dressed in a white Taoist robe, handsome and elegant, just like Lin Jing back then.

Immediately, he shouted out in astonishment: "Lin... Lin Jing? Brother Lin? Are you Brother Lin?"

Seeing this, the rest of the disciples turned pale in shock, and after a while the noise resounded throughout the Taoist sect.

"Brother Lin is back!"

"Brother Lin is really back!"

"Everyone, come out and see! It's Senior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Lin is really back!"

"Which Brother Lin?" In a panic, a disciple asked, "Who is back?"

"It's Senior Brother Lin! Lin, Jing! Lin, Zhao, Ying!" Another disciple shouted, "How many senior brothers Lin can there be in the mountains?"

"Impossible! Brother Lin is clearly... how could he come back?" Some disciples also asked in doubt, looking at the Taoist priest in white Taoist robes in front of him, his face was full of shock and said, "It's really Brother Lin!"

"Quick! Go tell the elders, go!"

In the panic, I don't know which disciple shouted, and immediately a disciple turned around and rushed into the hall.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you pretending to be Brother Lin? What's your intention?"

A disciple snapped, "Say it quickly!"

Xiaojing had a gentle face, smiled slightly, and his voice was as soft as the evening breeze in May, and said softly, "I am Lin Jing, don't you all know me?"

The surrounding disciples looked at each other, unable to believe for a while, a person who should have died seven years ago.

Why does it appear again.

Could it be that it was the previous Chang Xuan who recovered his memory, that's why he summoned the real Lin Jing?

Everyone was discussing, neither dared to draw a sword to stop them, nor dared to let people in, so they could only stalemate for the time being.

Suddenly there was a sound: "He Fangxiao is young, how dare to pretend to be a deceased direct disciple of my sect?!"

Elder Xuanzhen and other elders came out from the crowd.

Seeing the young man in white in front of him, they all showed incredulous expressions.

Elder Xuanzhen choked for words, and said with disbelief on his face, "You...you are... Lin Jing? Are you really Lin Jing?"

"Disciple Lin Jing, I have met all the teachers!" Xiao Jing clasped his fists, imitating Lin Jing's appearance in his memory, and said politely, "It's a disciple, the disciple is back."

Seeing this, the elders all showed surprise on their faces.

You know, Lin Jing died seven years ago.

The body was also severely injured, which is obvious to all.

If the young man in front of him is the real Lin Jing, then who is Chang Xuan?

In other words, Chang Xuan has completely recovered his memory, remembering all the past during his lifetime.

Only then was Nirvana reborn and came to the world again?

If this is the case, can the forest scene in front of me be the original forest scene?

Will he be like Chang Xuan, acting ruthlessly and cold-hearted?

"Nonsense!" Elder Xuanzhen said coldly, "Lin Jing died seven years ago. Who are you? How dare you come here pretending to be Lin Jing!"

"Even the uncle can't recognize the disciple?" Xiao Jing said softly, his every move was well-behaved and polite.

Learn the appearance of Lin Jing in memory, and be Lin Jing again.

"You say you are Lin Jing, so what evidence do you have to prove yourself?" Another elder said, "If you can't prove that you are Lin Jing, then pretending to be a deceased disciple of our sect is an unforgivable crime!"

"Do you need to prove yourself?" Xiao Jing whispered, "How difficult is that?"

He raised his hand and said silently, "Fush."

Hearing a buzzing sound, a whisk flew out from a distance and fell straight into his palm.

Xiaojing's face was as usual, calm and composed, and suddenly remembered that he had released the Demon Emperor by mistake before.

The sword blade inserted into the Demon Emperor's body flew out for some reason.

Presumably, he should have returned to the Wuji Dao Sect by himself.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Xiao Jing grabbed the whisk and swept it casually, hanging it on the crook of his arm.

Then his lips parted slightly, and he read softly: "Jing Ling, it's time for you to return to your place."

As soon as these words came out, there was a loud bang.

From the hall behind everyone, a sword light flashed across the field, lingering with strong spiritual power.

With a whoosh, it flew into Xiaojing's palm, and the blade made a buzzing sound as if seeing a relative.

It seems to be acting like a baby with the master, and it seems that an old friend who has been away for many years is meeting again.

"This... This is Lin Jing's whisk, and this blade is also Lin Jing's sword of fate! It seems that he is really Lin Jing!" An elder said in astonishment.

"It's Lin Jing! This sword has been lost for many years for some reason. Just a while ago, it suddenly flew back from outside. It even flew straight into the clean room where Lin Jing once lived!"

Another elder said: "There is an enchantment around the entire clean room, and outsiders can't get close at all! If he is not Lin Jing, how can he easily recall the clean spirit? And the whisk?"

Some of the disciples on the field had also seen Lin Jing's demeanor back then, and knew the life sword Lin Jing used.

Seeing this scene now, I am even more convinced that Lin Jing is back.

They all clasped their hands together and called out in unison: "Senior Brother Lin!"

Xiao Jing nodded slightly to the many disciples, his expression was calm from beginning to end.

Facing the elders who once kept calling him evil and wanted to kill him on the spot, there was no trace of hatred on their faces.

It is as calm as a clear spring in the mountains, the ancient well has no waves, and there is no trace of fluctuation.

The eyes are deep and gentle, but the demeanor of the whole body is so cold and distant, like the moon in the sky, people dare not approach it, or even look directly at it.

"Masters, this disciple has already proved his identity. I know that the masters have many doubts in their hearts now, but there are so many people at the moment, and it is difficult for the disciples to tell the truth. It is better to move to the main hall, and the disciples can tell the masters one by one. Dominic."

Xiao Jing is no longer as taciturn as before, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

There is no more violence, rampant indulgence, and defiantness.

Instead, he is polite and well-behaved, and his words and deeds make it impossible to find any faults in him.

Mingming's tone of voice is very gentle, but every word makes people feel that they cannot be commented on.

There is no way to refuse any request from Xiaojing.

Although the voice is soft, it is powerful.

The tone is gentle, but uncompromising.

The elders also had this intention, and there were so many people at the moment, they had no choice but to move to the main hall to discuss in detail.

As soon as everyone was seated, Xiao Jing said: "When I come back this time, there are two things that are imminent. One is that the Demon Emperor has come out again and has fled back to the Demon Realm. I think he will unseal the seal in the near future. Back then, the Demon Realm's army made a comeback. By then No matter it is the world of comprehension or the human world, all living beings will be burnt and destroyed!"

"what?!"

"The Demon Emperor came out again?"

"Is the Demon Emperor still alive?"

Surprised by many elders, they jumped up from their seats one after another.

You must know that seven years ago, the Demon Emperor came to the world, ruled the Demon Realm, and disrupted the cultivation world.

Countless cultivation sect families were brutally slaughtered, and countless monks, regardless of gender, old or young, died one after another.

Those eleven or twelve-year-old children were forcibly dragged into the battlefield and became strong men.

If it happens again, I'm afraid it will be another life-threatening disaster.

Back then, it was Lin Jing who sacrificed his life for righteousness and fed the demons with his own body, in exchange for the peace of the cultivation world and the happiness of the world.

Now, is it necessary to push Lin Jing out again?

Now that Lin Jing is back, does he still hold a grudge against the past, does he still have friendship with his teacher, and is he willing to sacrifice for everyone again?

These are unknown, none of the elders dare to ask first.

Each of them was like a bright mirror in their hearts, knowing that Shimen had wronged Lin Jing.

If they were to face a defective and notorious Xiaojing, they still had a bit of majesty.

Now facing Lin Jing, who was as white-clothed as snow, with the wind and the moon shining brightly, there was only endless shame and remorse in his heart, as well as... embarrassment.

Each of them participated in the process of torturing and killing Lin Jing at the beginning, and each of them killed Lin Jing one by one in words or actions.

Everyone watched Lin Jing's pain with cold eyes, and even contributed to it.

Even, there is a sense of fear.

It's hard not to be intimidated.

As long as they look at Lin Jing, the image of Lin Jing covered in blood will appear in their minds.

A monk who was able to seal the Demon Emperor and save the world of comprehension by himself, and Lin Jing, who had an unfathomable level of cultivation and once forced his master to blew himself up in public in the form of a remnant soul.

It's hard not to be wary and fearful.

However... Lin Jing in front of him was as gentle as before, very well-behaved in front of the teachers, without any overstepping, and he called them "Master Uncle" and "Master Uncle".

This made them, who are uncles and uncles, feel so embarrassing.

How embarrassing were they who were secretly on guard in their hearts!

"Masters, don't be so alarmed. Speaking of which, back then, the disciples were not good at learning. They only sealed the demon emperor's serious injuries, but failed to kill him completely." Xiaojing was calm and calm, talking about the past, his voice was as clear as water , as if chatting generally calm.

People can't see the emotional ups and downs on his face, and they can't even hear it. It's hard to figure out whether he is happy or angry in his tone.

"Then why did you refuse to tell the truth back then?" Elder Xuanzhen asked with a complicated face, "Whenever you open your mouth, if you want to... Sigh."

He sighed deeply, unwilling to mention more about the past.

Even, he couldn't bear to look at Lin Jing's face.

Lin Jing didn't think so, talking about the past seemed to be telling other people's stories.

Now, he doesn't want to hide anything anymore.

The most tiring thing in the world is keeping a secret. He has kept that secret for seven years.

This secret once made his life worse than death, painful and wronged.

I thought that his humiliation and humiliation would be able to exchange for Master's peace in the future.

But in the end, the bamboo basket fetched water, and it was all in vain.

These people did not cherish the original Lin Jing, and later, they did not cherish the innocent and kind Xiao Jing.

Instead of correctly guiding Xiaojing into the Tao, Xiaojing fell into the abyss step by step, struggling in pain, helpless, and bearing everything alone.