Chapter 805 Seeking Justice (55k Two-in-One)

Chapter 805 Seek justice and fairness (5.5k two-in-one)

It was early morning, and the sky was already light.

Yu Chen's enlightenment in the ruined temple seemed to be just a moment, but in fact it had passed a whole night.

And when he truly realized his own "Tao", he also woke up from the confused state.

At this moment, it was the old Taoist's turn to be confused.

He heard with his own ears that the young man in front of him kept saying that he wanted to help him.

But he didn't even know who he was, where he came from, and where he was going.

The old Taoist sighed and just thought it was just the young man's hot-heartedness.

Then he waved his hand, "Young man, you can break through the realm of Tianzun at your age, which is already a gifted talent, but the old man's business... you can't intervene..."

After that, he was about to go out.

"Old sir, please wait a moment, follow me."

After Yu Chen said that, he walked out on his own.

The old Taoist frowned and followed Yu Chen out in confusion.

On the way, they met a hunter in the town under the dilapidated temple.

The other party was carrying a bow and arrow and leading a hunting dog. It was obvious that he still recognized Yu Chen, so he greeted him eagerly: "Little brother, see you again!"

Yu Chen also smiled and bowed.

The hunter said again: "By the way, little brother, you look like you are from another place, and your clothes are either rich or noble. Be careful. There is no peace in the past two days. Look, it seems that someone died in the fields in the town."

Yu Chen bowed and thanked.

The hunter smiled honestly and led the dog up the mountain.

Yu Chen raised his hand and a halo quietly merged into the hunter's body.

The latter yawned, but didn't notice it.

"This infusion of heaven and earth Qi is enough for this little guy to be strong and healthy, and to live for decades more out of thin air." The old Taoist saw everything and said.

"I realized the truth yesterday and met him by chance. He helped me, just like you, old sir." Yu Chen nodded: "--Just a small reward."

After that, he walked forward again, "Old sir, let's go."

The old Taoist still didn't understand, but for some reason, he subconsciously followed Yu Chen.

"Little Taoist friend, where are we going?"

"To see someone."

Yu Chen said.

The two of them walked like this until they came to the farmland outside the town under the dilapidated temple. There were already countless people gathered here, forming a circle, standing and watching, talking about it.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, so miserable, so scary!"

"Such a huge pit, this must be the work of the immortal master, right?"

"That's for sure, didn't you see the government officials hurried away after they came? They don't dare to interfere in the affairs of the immortal master."

"What is this person's identity? There are so many wounds all over his body... It makes my scalp numb!"

"..."

The old Taoist followed Yu Chen through the crowd, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

It seemed that there was a voice telling him.

- Don't go, don't look, don't be curious.

But the old Taoist didn't listen, just gritted his teeth and followed Yu Chen forward.

Through the crowd.

They saw that there was a huge deep pit with a radius of 100 feet in the rice field, and there were dense spider-web-like cracks around it.

- There was also an unlucky guy who got his leg stuck in it while watching the excitement. It was hard to pull it out, and the skin was scraped, bloody, and screaming.

In the center of the deep pit, there lay a body that had already been cold and stiff.

He was wearing a black Taoist robe, but his upper body had been broken, revealing his body that looked like a coiled dragon.

But what was even more terrifying was that there were old scars all over the body, including wounds that looked like those torn by claws, huge tooth marks, and burn scars...

In addition to these old wounds, there was a hideous blood hole about a foot in size on his chest, which had already solidified.

——Looking at the appearance, it should be a fatal wound.

This miserable state should be considered horrible for the ordinary people around.

But to be honest, it was not a miserable state for the Qi-refining practitioners.

But the old Taoist was shaking all over.

Like sifting chaff.

"Impossible... Impossible... This is absolutely impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

At that moment, his eyes showed confusion and horror.

Of course, it was not because of those injuries.

It was because of the face of the body.

It was exactly the same as his.

"The old man is... dead?"

He was panicked and at a loss.

But strangely, his voice did not subside at all.

But the mortals around him turned a deaf ear to it.

It was like... they could not see him.

Or rather, they really could not see him.

"Let's go, old man."

Yu Chen sighed.

In fact, when he first came here yesterday, he had already seen the body of the old Taoist in the field.

But at that time, his mind was full of enlightenment, and he only saw this thing.

Then, he went to the dilapidated mountain temple and saw the ghost of the old Taoist.

- At that time, the old Taoist was already a lonely ghost.

This is why he trusted Yu Chen so much, of course not because he was born with good relationships.

But because of the mysterious connection between ghosts and the Sutra of Salvation, it influenced the old man and let him know that Yu Chen would not harm himself.

So there was the "preaching" last night, which helped Yu Chen break through the confusion and realize the truth.

But no matter what, it could not change the fact that the old man was dead.

"So that's it... So I, the old man... am already dead..."

When the old Taoist saw his own corpse with his own eyes, he suddenly realized. Those memories that he had deliberately forgotten came out like a tide.

"I am a worthless old man... It's not a pity to die... But those old man's disciples... can't die in vain..."

His eyes were gray, and his whole body was full of despair.

Yu Chen took a deep breath and said: "Old man, you have helped me realize the truth, and I should treat you with respect. In this case, I will fulfill your last wish."

After hearing this, the old Taoist suddenly raised his head and shook his head like a rattle.

"No...no...don't get involved...it's a bottomless pit...a whirlpool...it will swallow everything......"

Yu Chen raised his eyebrows and took the ghost of the old Taoist away from the crowd.

He took out the Sutra of Deliverance, and as the golden light shone, the old Taoist's revolving lanterns flooded into his mind one by one.

This old Taoist, whose Taoist name is "Chu Weizi", is now five thousand years old.

Five thousand years ago, he was born in a large sword cultivation sect. He practiced all the way, with twists and turns, and finally broke through the realm of Tianzun at the age of eight hundred.

After that, he followed the sect to participate in the war and joined the "Kundi" Heavenly Army of the East Wilderness Coalition, and stepped into the battlefield outside the domain.

Fighting for a thousand years.

Countless companions died and injured, and he also broke through to the realm of "Hedao" in the battle.

But after serving for 1,200 years, he was seriously injured in a war, which damaged his foundation of Taoism, and his Taoism fell to the realm of Tianzun, and he withdrew from the battlefield outside the domain.

After two hundred years of fighting, the land of East Wasteland has changed a lot.

His original sect had been split into several small sects due to bad luck, lack of successors, and internal strife.

Chu Weizi was upset and turned away. Later, he occupied a barren mountain, built a Taoist temple, and settled down.

In the next thousand years, he accepted seven disciples, five boys and two girls.

The seven disciples were gifted, devoted themselves to practice, and grew up safely.

But probably because they had heard Chu Weizi talk about his bravery in killing enemies in the battlefield outside the domain since they were young, the seven disciples all yearned for killing enemies to protect their homes.

So hundreds of years ago, seven disciples, three Tianzun and four Tongtian, joined the East Wasteland coalition to resist the evil outside the domain.

Not long ago, Chu Weizi received the front-line battle report of Tianji Pavilion at the Taoist temple.

It is said that of his seven disciples, six died in the battle, leaving only the youngest female disciple, who was also seriously injured and her soul was damaged.

That night, after sending off the messenger of heaven, Chu Weizi sat all night.

The old locust tree at the gate of the courtyard was planted by the eldest disciple; the rockery in the courtyard was carved by the second disciple; the goldfish in the pond was bought from the market by the third disciple; the ghost face on the courtyard wall was painted by the fourth disciple when he left...

Every part of the Taoist temple is full of their traces, as if they are still there, laughing and playing.

But the old Taoist knows that he will never see them again from now on.

It was only at that sad moment that Chu Weizi was also proud of his disciples.

"They are all great! Their blood... is all hot!"

Chu Weizi commented.

Until later, the little disciple who was lucky enough to survive was sent back from outside the domain by the messenger of heaven.

She was covered with wounds, her Taoism collapsed, and she was more fragile than ordinary people.

She returned to the Taoist temple and told Chu Weizi a horrifying truth.

She said that the death of her senior brothers and sisters and those comrades was not an accident, not because of defeat, but... a problem with the magic weapon.

The battlefield outside the domain is located in the turbulence of time and space.

Even if you are at the level of Tianzun, you must be careful.

All those who participate in the war will receive magic weapons, elixirs, resources and Lingzhu distributed by the "Chitianshan" composed of the Tianji Pavilion and the Seven Saints and Eight Families.

The most important magic weapon is called "Duankong". As a magic weapon for the soldiers to protect themselves, it has countless forms, some are armor, some are bracelets, some are hairbands, and some are shields...

But in short, although the appearance is different, the core is the same, and the effect is also the same - the function of the magic weapon "Duankong" is to help the Qi-refining people offset the damage caused by the chaotic turbulence of time and space and resist the pollution of the evil outside the domain, so that they can fight without scruples.

In a certain battle, the "Thorn" team of Chu Weizi's seven disciples, a total of 83 people, were carrying out an annihilation mission.

But suddenly, the magic weapons of the 83 people, "Duankong", stopped working at the same time, causing them to face the invasion of time and space turbulence, endure the evil pollution from outside the domain, and fight with those terrifying monsters.

The result is self-evident.

Almost all of them were wiped out.

Except for the little disciples who supported them from the rear, all the people in the "Thorn" team were eaten and swallowed by those monsters.

The surviving little disciple was also seriously injured and comatose for three months before he was out of danger and sent back to the East Wilderness from the front line.

Back at the Taoist temple, she shed tears of blood while telling these stories, and her whole body couldn't help shaking!

After she finished speaking, she took her last breath and died.

Chu Weizi was stunned.

Previously, he was proud of the martyrdom of his disciples.

But now, he only feels... sad and ridiculous!

My own disciple!

A lively person!

A living life!

Go to the battlefield with the heart of killing the enemy and protecting your family, and spill your blood to the world!

Fight to death in the end!

But it's not because his skills are inferior to others, but because there's something wrong with that damn magic weapon "Duan Kong"!

If there was a problem with just one "Duan Kong", it would be understandable.

However, problems arose in the "Duan Kong" of more than 80 people at the same time.

Who would believe that there are no ghosts?

Chu Weizi didn't know whether others believed it or not.

But he didn't believe it.

So, he took the "Duan Kong" magic weapon brought back by his young disciple, a golden bracelet, and found Shangguan Jin, the lord of Yuhua City, who went to the capital to order him.

——Although nominally, Shangjing Mansion is governed by the Seven Saints and Eight Families, in fact, they are under the jurisdiction of Tianji Pavilion and have channels to communicate with Tianji Pavilion.

The Eastern Wilderness Allied Forces on the battlefield outside the territory and the "Chi Tianshan" that leads the Eastern Wilderness Allied Forces are led by Tianji Pavilion and are jointly controlled by many Holy Land families.

Come to Shangjingyu and explain your intention.

City Lord Shangguan Jin did not dare to slack off or look down upon this veteran with outstanding merits, and immediately contacted Tianji Pavilion to explain the situation.

Only half a day later, the messenger from heaven arrived and told Chu Weizi that they would investigate the matter thoroughly and take away the problematic "Kong Duan" magic weapon.

However, just when Chu Weizi returned to the Taoist temple on the mountain, he was ready to wait for the news.

Suddenly, he discovered that his Taoist temple was in ruins.

Then, in the night, a terrifying purple light penetrated the sky!

It penetrated his chest.

Chu Weizi was frightened and angry, and rushed to Beijing to seek shelter and justice.

It's a pity that he didn't reach Shangjingyu in the end. His vitality collapsed and fell down, hitting him near the ruined temple of the mountain god.

But even if he died, he still couldn't rest in peace!

Just like he said.

He has only one life, and when he dies, he dies.

But his disciples have a bright future and are full of enthusiasm.

He could accept their death in the evil fighting outside the same territory, shed their blood for Donghuang, and die on the battlefield!

But he absolutely cannot allow them to die in such an unknown manner!

But...what can he do?

He is dead.

Killed and silenced.

There was only a ray of obsession left, turned into a lonely ghost. Yin and Yang were separated, humans and ghosts were on different paths, and he couldn't do anything.

In such powerlessness and despair, he subconsciously forgot the fact that he was dead, only remembering that he was still on the road to seek justice for his disciples.

On this endless road that can never come to an end.

Finally, I met Yu Chen who was enlightened.

Yu Chen took him to see his body.

Those forgotten memories were just like a rolling flood, pouring out.

——Remembered everything.

After he really remembered everything, the old Taoist sat down on the ground dejectedly.

Blood and tears flowed from the eyes of the ghost body.

"Old man, I have been fighting for the Eastern Wilderness for two hundred years. I have killed countless enemies and suffered countless scars. As a result, my realm has fallen, my Taoism has been greatly damaged, and I will never be able to ascend to heaven and join the Tao. But the old man has never regretted it."

Chu Weizi exhaled a long breath and murmured

"The old man's seven disciples are well-behaved and sensible. The old man has watched them grow up. They are more than just disciples? They are simply the old man's children!

They were full of passion, joined the army to protect their families, rushed to foreign lands, died in battle, and the old man never complained.

But they died not because they were not good at their studies, but because they died so...unclearly! The old man...can never accept it!

The old man went to Beijing just because he wanted the truth! What's the problem with the space-breaking magic weapon? Who is the culprit for the death of those passionate children?

But they didn't give the old man justice, nor did they give him the truth. They just told him to shut up completely. "

Under the old man's eyes, thick traces of blood and tears flowed, and his old face was full of despair and decadence.

Then, he looked at Yu Chen, shook his head and said: "Little fellow Taoist, you and I are actually masters and disciples, but you don't need to be called masters and disciples, otherwise they won't let you go - they can kill the old man, and they can kill you.

The fact that they dare to openly kill the old man in the Eastern Wasteland shows that they are powerful. The old man cannot defeat them, and neither can you.

So don't think about helping the old man seek truth and justice, and don't think about helping the old man get revenge. "

After a pause, Chu Weizi sat down on the ground, his expression downcast and gloomy.

"——There is no justice in this world."

I can tell.

He is not playing hard to get, nor is he retreating in order to advance.

This old man really didn't want Yu Chen to be in danger.

The evidence is - his soul has begun to become thinner and slowly dissipate.

He would not close his eyes until death, and his obsession would never go away.

But he restrained his obsession.

Desire...soulless.

"Old sir, yes." Yu Chen took a deep breath and opened the Book of Saviors. A vast golden light projected out, covering Chu Weizi's soul to prevent it from disappearing into thin air. "——There is justice, and the laws of heaven will also exist. some."

Chu Weizi's expression was dejected and lackluster, and he said: "Little fellow Taoist, why can't you understand? Old man, I only told Shangguan Jin, the edict of Shangjing Mansion, about this matter, and also the envoy from Tianji. Shangguan Jin is Shangjing. The government order naturally does not have the ability to destroy my Taoist temple, nor does it have the ability to kill me.

Therefore, the only person who kills people and silences them is..."

"Tianji Pavilion." Yu Chen took over the conversation.

"That's right, Tianji Pavilion..." The old man lowered his head, his tone full of helplessness, "——This justice is unattainable."

As a veteran of foreign battlefields, Chu Weizi knew better than ordinary Qi practitioners how terrifying Tianji Pavilion was.

——Even if it is just a Heavenly Secret Envoy, to all living beings in the world, that is a terrifying status equivalent to that of an immortal.

And a Heavenly Secret Envoy also has no ability to quietly destroy his Taoist temple and kill people to silence them.

It shows that behind it, there is a higher, stronger, and more terrifying existence.

That's not something they can fight.

Even the behemoth of the Holy Land family, which is so high up there, may not be able to fight against it.

"You can get it." Yu Chen still stubbornly shook his head, "Old sir, if you have given me the grace to enlighten me, I will call you teacher. Teacher, I will definitely get this justice for you."

Chu Weizi raised his head, "How do you ask for it? Why do you ask for this justice from Tianji Pavilion?"

There was deep pain and helplessness in those eyes - why didn't he want the truth, why didn't he want that justice?

But he didn't want to risk Yu Chen's life for this.

Faced with Chu Weizi's rhetorical question, Yu Chen did not answer, but asked: "Have you ever heard of Yaochi Fairyland? Have you ever heard of Ancient Immortal Angri? Have you ever heard of Judge?"

Chu Weizi was stunned.

——The ancient immortal Angri broke out of the Yaochi Wonderland and was eventually killed by a mysterious man named "Judge".

This news is top secret, and few people know it except Tianji Pavilion, Seven Saints and Eight Families, and Thirty-Six Tiangang Sect.

But Chu Weizi, as a veteran of the Eastern Barren Alliance Army, had his own circle, and the news about Ancient Immortal Angri had already spread.

But Chu Weizi didn't understand how Yu Chen knew this news.

Despite this, he still nodded: "I heard that the ancient immortal Angri was born and died at the hands of the 'judge' - but the old man felt that it should be a rumor. After all, the ancient immortal was extremely vicious and terrifying, and a descendant , I’m afraid I can’t do it.”

"No, it's not a rumor."

Yu Chen exhaled a breath and wiped his hands down from his forehead.

"You ask me why I seek this justice?"

The black and white mottled ghost mask covered his face.

It seems to be crying and laughing, eerie and terrifying.

"By me, I am the judge; by me, I killed the ancient immortal."

After a pause, he shook his head slightly and added:

"—more than one."