Of the more than 30,000 visitors invited to Wensheng Mountain, less than 3,000 came down the mountain intact.
Most of them had their souls or souls killed.
A small number died.
The executioners of the Yin soldiers responsible for executions at the top of Tianren Peak changed one batch after another. When the sun set in the west, all the visitors were finally dealt with.
Next, is the main course of this festival.
Most of the day had passed, and all the academy disciples were escorted to the top of the mountain.
Looking at the densely packed academy disciples in front of them who were crying one after another, the people from the Special Administration Bureau were silent, the judge was silent, and Yang Ning yawned.
"Judge, look, how do these academy disciples judge?"
Just after Yang Ning asked this question, a copper bell tied to the shoulder of the green-faced judge kept jingling.
When Yang Ning noticed the bell, the bell stopped.
The judge wiped the sweat from his forehead again and said: "This, this, there are more than 13,000 disciples in Qichuan Academy, including 720 core disciples, 3,010 inner disciples, and 9,000 outer disciples. More than four hundred people..."
"Among these disciples, there are 4,766 people with good merit and virtue. Are these going to be released to the mountain?"
When he said the last three words "put down the mountain", the judge's legs were shaking violently.
He still remembered what Yang Ning said before, that he wanted to destroy the entire academy.
However, Qichuan Academy prides itself on being a well-known and authentic family. It does a lot of bad things on weekdays, but it is not that it has never done good things. It is impossible for all members to die.
This time, the underworld represented by the judge suddenly became difficult to deal with.
In the absence of natural disasters or man-made disasters, taking away more than 4,000 innocent souls for no reason will be punished by God.
God dare not punish Yang Ning, but he is not polite to the people in the underworld at all.
Thinking that his boss had just experienced jumping off a cliff and was about to be struck by lightning again, the trembling green-faced judge couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
He secretly glanced at the very "easy to get along with" Mr. Yang next to him, and saw that the man was looking at the slowly setting sun and said nothing.
The red sun setting in the west casts a blush on the top of Tianren Peak, like a blood-colored glimmer.
The judge was in agony as if he was in a sea of fire.
He had to turn to others who were on the top of the mountain at the moment.
However, among the black and white impermanence, the two Yin generals, the four ghosts of the Special Administration Bureau, and Chao Gexue who is watching from a distance, who dares to come out to intercede at this time?
Yang Ning had just said not long ago that he wanted to destroy the whole academy. If he came out to plead for mercy at this time, wouldn't it be tantamount to slapping Yang Ning in the face?
Who dares to hit that face?
But in fact, some people really dare to fight.
That person is Yang Ning himself.
Facing the dim light of the setting sun and the strong wind blowing from the top of the mountain, Yang Ning said with a smile: "I don't want face, so just slap me in the face. Who told me to brag so much just now?"
"Human life is at stake and there should be no misjudgment."
At this moment, the green-faced judge couldn't believe his ears.
Is this person really, really so easy to get along with? !
Until Yang Ning’s next sentence——
"Let these academy disciples with good merits and virtues live the lives of ordinary people."
"I heard that there is a mother-in-law in the underworld who can erase people's memories, right?"
Immediately, the green-faced judge, who was already soaked, took the drink and once again broke out in cold sweat.
At the same time, the four ghosts of the Special Administration Bureau and Chao Gexue at the foot of the mountain also trembled.
Erase your memory and live an ordinary life?
this......
"In the final analysis, Qichuan Academy was destroyed."
"And it was destroyed from the root."
Han Yang's two sentences defined the whole matter.
The green-faced judge came back to his senses and said tremblingly: "Then, then, I, I will ask Po Meng to come over right away!"
After speaking, he took off the copper bell from his shoulder and flicked it on the rope tied to the end of the bell.
In an unknown, dark space, a middle-aged man who had "accidentally" fallen from a mountain before put his ear on a copper bell tied with silk thread and listened carefully.
When the silk thread on the copper bell swayed slightly, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's better if you don't die, it's better if you don't die!"
Putting down the bell, the middle-aged man shouted loudly in front of him: "Notify Po Meng immediately!"
"Let him go on a business trip to the underworld!"
...
A deserted space.
There was no sun, no stars or moon, and a light source from nowhere illuminated this space without any sign of life.
A broad, rushing river passes through the endless land of this space, and a long arch bridge stands on the river.
The bridge is very long, and the bridge is filled with dead souls standing one after another.
These dead souls lined up to move forward, and the end of the queue extended all the way to the bottom of the bridge, to the end of the barren land.
In the middle of the bridge, a gap as wide as a finger appeared here.
Through this gap, you can see the rolling river water under the bridge.
Every soul passing by saw this gap and felt a strong sense of fear inexplicably.
Not to mention the dead souls, even the ghost soldiers standing on the bridge did not dare to look directly at the gap on the bridge.
An old woman leaning on the bridge with a cane sang softly: "But if there is a bowl of soup on the bridge, no one will see you when you look back..."
Beside the old woman, several ghost soldiers scooped out bowls of turbid soup from a cauldron burning with fire and handed them to every dead soul who passed by.
Before drinking the soup, a passing ghost asked the mother-in-law: "Has anyone ever gone on this bridge and gone back again?"
The old woman looked into the distance with a hint of fear in her eyes, "Probably, more than four thousand days ago..."
"Someone took a child from here."
As she spoke, the old woman glanced at the gap on the bridge and said, "These are the traces left by that person."
"It's been so long and it hasn't been repaired. I guess it won't be repaired either."
After hearing this, the dead soul drank the soup in his hand and walked to the other side of the bridge.
After a while, the copper bell on the old woman's body made a slight sound.
After holding the bell and listening to it, the old woman's expression changed on the spot.
She looked at the rushing river under the bridge and rolled her eyes in her cloudy eyes——
"Ouch!"
The old woman turned over and fell into the rushing Nai River.
While splashing in the water, she yelled to the ghost soldiers on the bridge: "Tell your lord, just say that I fell into the river and can't go on a business trip to the underworld!"
Immediately, the ghost soldier on the bridge shouted: "Mother-in-law! My Lord said! You have to go even if you drown today!"
The old woman in the river: "..."
...
Wensheng Mountain, the top of Tianren Peak.
At the last moment before the sunset completely disappeared, the old woman carrying a big gourd on her back and her face covered with a black strip of cloth was carried to the top of the mountain by Black and White Wuchang.
Because her own movement up the mountain was too slow, Yang Ning couldn't stand it at all, so she had no choice but to let Liang Wuchang go down and carry him.
Looking at the old woman, Yang Ning smiled and asked, "Mother-in-law, do you still remember who I am?"
"I don't remember, I don't remember!"
The blindfolded mother-in-law shook her head quickly and said, "I'm on a business trip and I don't recognize my old friend!"
"Give me a pot and make soup!"
"Yes, make soup!"
"I'm here to make soup!"
...
