The Record of Righteousness

Looking at the back of Leng Tiancun who left sadly, Wan Qing narrowed his eyes and chin, not knowing what he was thinking.

The candle on the table flickered and gradually burned out, until the black crow screamed twice outside the house.

Wan Qing suddenly came back from his thoughts, slowly stood up, took off his official robe, and put on a pair of night clothes. His whole body was completely dark, only a pair of sinister eyes were exposed, as if he wanted to swallow up all the light. .

He remembered that he still had some things to do.

Killing without eradicating the roots will bring new life when the spring breeze blows

Qingcheng faction! If you are not destroyed, I will have trouble sleeping and eating!

. . .

In the past few days, everyone in the Qingcheng Sect has been depressed.

The sect is decorated with white curtains and white lanterns.

Huge wreaths and memorial inscriptions filled the world, and numerous spiritual tablets were placed in the ancestral hall.

At the front are the spiritual tablets of the three elders, followed by the spiritual tablets of ordinary disciples.

In that martial arts trial meeting, the three elders Han Xiao, Chang Sun Ying, and Mo Sigui, as well as many disciples, were all killed by the eunuch.

Meng Zhizhou and two Wudang sect disciples escaped from the martial arts trial meeting.

Several huge candles were lit at night, and there were three or five disciples wearing sackcloth and mourning. Their eyes were full of exhaustion and sadness, and there was no life at all.

The sect has undergone such drastic changes, the three elders have returned to dust, and all the messy trivial matters in the sect have fallen on Shen Tulan's shoulders.

Since his martial arts was abolished, he has been unable to recover. In addition, he seemed to have aged a lot since the death of his apprentice, so he could only hold on to hold a memorial ceremony for the deceased.

Shen Tulan leaned on two crutches and lit three sticks of incense for each deceased person, and the faint fragrance spread.

Shen Tulan could no longer suppress the anguish in her heart, and started talking to herself with those familiar souls.

"Elder Han, I came to see you. I misjudged you. I said that your dignified elder was still timid and fearful of offending that eunuch, but now you are the one who takes the first step. Brother, I am still alive in this world. It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous. "

"Elder Changsun, you can go with peace of mind. Your apprentice Zhizhou is still well taken care of. The master made a statement two days ago and asked Zhizhou to leave with the two young men from the Wudang sect. No matter what, Wudang The martial arts of our sect are much better than those of our small sect, so you can just rest in peace."

Shen Tulan moved tremblingly to the place where Mo Si died, and placed the three plump and red pomegranates he had prepared on it.

"Elder Mo, you have such a big mouth, so you can only eat this mouthful of pomegranate. You see, I understand you."

Walking to Ling Wandu's memorial tablet, Shen Tulan put three sticks of incense in the incense burner in front of him with trembling hands. He looked at the memorial tablet in trance, his lips murmuring and tears streaming down his cheeks before he knew it.

"Wandu, I just wish I had let you go during the martial arts trial that day. According to your temper, I know I can't stop you, and I also know that you don't regret it."

"You and I have been masters and apprentices for twenty years. I always treat you as my own son. How could I have thought that now the white-haired man will give away the black-haired man? I hate that I am a useless person. I can't even help you get revenge." "

Having said this, Shen Tulan fell into silence for a while, his eyes red.

Limping in the quiet and depressed sect, he walked to Shangqing Pavilion in the back mountain. This is the residence of the leader Yu Haifeng. Ordinary disciples are not qualified to enter.

Shen Tulan pushed open the two heavy doors with a bang, showing no respect at all.

He couldn't remember how many times he came to see Yu Haifeng.

Looking at the leader who was still sitting cross-legged and meditating, he couldn't hide the dissatisfaction and resentment in his voice.

"Head! Are you really going to sit idly by and let the Qingcheng Sect be destroyed in your hands?!"

Normally, when Yu Haifeng saw Shen Tulan coming to question him, he would close his eyes and turn a blind eye and not say a word.

But this time, Yu Haifeng still closed his eyes and didn't answer the question.

"Elder Shen, do you believe in cause and effect?"

After being asked such a vain question, Shen Tulan thought calmly and said decisively:

"I don't believe it."

"My disciple and the three elders have done countless good deeds on weekdays. If there is cause and effect, why do they all die?!"

He seemed to have recognized the reality and said in a deep voice:

"In this world, good people don't get good rewards, and evil people don't get bad rewards."

"Well said! Elder Shen, I don't believe in karma either."

Yu Haifeng has two black beards under his nose, a Taoist hat on his head, and a Taoist robe in blue.

This middle-aged man's appearance and voice are full of vicissitudes of life.

"My Yu family has been running Qingcheng for more than a hundred years. We have never oppressed the people, let alone accumulated good deeds. But now that the Qingcheng Sect has been passed into my hands, Yu Haifeng, the good deeds have not been exchanged for good results."

"A few days ago, I made a prediction, which was a sign of great misfortune. It foreshadowed that my Qingcheng life span has expired. This is a disaster that cannot be saved by gods! It is better to just follow the way of heaven and let it fall in the wind."

Yu Haifeng smiled bitterly and slowly opened his eyes, waving his sleeves rather decadently.

"Elder Shen, please go and distribute the money, food and other items in Qingcheng to my disciples and the people. As for paintings, calligraphy, antiques, real estate deeds and other items, do not donate them to the government. After selling them at a low price, scatter the gold, silver and silk. Just give it to the people.”

Shen Tulan was shocked for a long time. It took him a moment to react and had to face this fact.

The Qingcheng faction is going to die!

The Qingcheng faction is going to die! ! !

Words of warm comfort came to his lips, but he couldn't speak any more.

He also knew that it would be really difficult to regain people's hearts once they were gone. Looking at Yu Haifeng's tall and thin figure, Shen Tulan's eyes were filled with tears, and his thousands of words turned into only one word of doubt.

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