"Two saints, don't rush to convict me. Can you please listen to me?"

At this moment, an old voice came from outside Xuanwu Hall.

Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of light and shadow, and an old man with white beard and hair and a wrinkled face appeared in Xuanwu Hall.

"The fortune teller?"

Zuo Zhenbei and Ma Huaxiao looked shocked.

Lin Yu was shocked. He didn't expect Huang Xiaoxian's master, the fortune teller, to arrive.

The fortune teller got straight to the point:

"Everyone, I am Bai Xiaogu, the master of the Tianji Sect. I have taken the liberty to come here. The main reason is to provide a sacred artifact, which can trace the memories in the minds of living beings and display them in the mirror.

As long as the memory has not disappeared, it will be clear who is lying, Headmaster Lin, or the people of the Lin clan."

Hear this.

The whole audience was shocked. Is there any sacred instrument in the world that can trace back memories? This is too mysterious.

Lin Tianlei and Lin Feng's expressions changed.

If there really is such a holy weapon, then they will lose everything.

"God Counter, are you sure that the holy instrument has such a function?"

Zuo Zhenbei looked curious. As a great sage, he had traveled to many ancient lands and many broken worlds, and had seen various kinds of sacred weapons.

This is the first time I have seen a sacred instrument that can trace back memories.

This is a bit like the legendary Three Lives Mirror. You can see past and present lives in the mirror.

Ma Huaxiao doubted: "It can't be an illusion."

"If Lord Xuanwu doesn't believe it, you can try it yourself."

While talking, the fortune teller Bai Xiaogu took out a three-meter-high bronze mirror from the storage ring. It was made entirely of bronze and had a concave surface.

The Xuanwu Guard Master stopped talking.

Everyone was full of surprise and kept looking at the bronze mirror. Although they had doubts in their hearts, the other party was a saint and did not care about nonsense.

"Headmaster Lin, do you still remember the year, month and day when the Holy Blood was taken away? Just write it on the mirror and look directly at it."

The fortune teller looked at Lin Yu with a kind face.

"Remember."

Lin Yu remembered that day deeply, how could he forget it.

After that, he took three steps and two steps at a time, came to the bronze mirror, and wrote down the calendar of the stolen blood.

He believed that Huang Xiaoxian's master would not harm him.

Moreover, from the eyes of heaven, he also saw that the fortune teller came so eagerly just to help him clear his name.

"Please look directly into the mirror, I'm going to start."

The divine fortune teller stood behind the mirror, using his luck and energy, making mysterious handprints and injecting wisps of dim light into the mirror.

The next moment.

The mirror began to become foggy, and a chaotic energy rippled out from the mirror.

Then, the fog dissipated and the scene inside gradually became clear.

A handsome and upright young man appeared in front of everyone, it was Lin Yu four years ago.

I saw him rushing to Prince Lin's Mansion in a hurry, and met several servants and several members of the Lin clan.

Then, we came to the inner courtyard.

An old man appeared, it was Lin Feng, the great elder of the Lin clan.

The two talked for some time, but for some unknown reason, it could not be transmitted through the mirror, and no one could deduce what they talked about.

Not long after, the two started to quarrel.

Lin Yu walked away with a puff of sleeves and was about to leave the inner courtyard. At this time, Lin Feng suddenly shot from behind and knocked Lin Yu unconscious with one palm.

The memory disappears, fog appears on the mirror, and the picture disappears.

A quarter of an hour later.

The screen appeared again.

Lin Yu was in a secret room, lying half-naked on the bed, with transparent tubes all over his body, and streams of blood were drawn out and transferred into the body of a person whose body was surrounded by halo and blurred.

beside.

There are also Lin Tianlei, Lin Feng, and a man shrouded in black.

The memory only lasted for a few seconds, and the picture disappeared again, falling into chaos.

After being silent for a long time, I don't know if it was one day or two days, the picture appeared again.

This time, Lin Yu no longer stayed in the secret room. Instead, his meridians were destroyed, his legs were broken, and he was dumped in a smelly garbage dump, exposed to the sun and rain, and eaten by hungry dogs, insects, and rats.

I don’t know how long it took.

A skinny little girl appeared. She came crying and carried the crippled Lin Yu in the heavy rain. She stumbled away and knelt down from house to house asking for help.

But no one rescued them.

The two began to live on the streets, and Lin Yu would wake up in great pain throughout the day.

Just like that, a few more days passed.

An old man with gray hair came and picked up the two of them, and the scene ended abruptly.

Zuo Tiancai cried, Zuo Tianfeng also cried. All the young women present shed tears, and even some heavenly kings and semi-saints had wet eyes.

"May I ask these two saints, should this tortured man seek revenge and be sentenced to death?"

The fortune teller asked angrily.

Zuo Zhenbei was silent, and Ma Huaxiao said coldly: "This is just Lin Yu's memory, and it is inevitable that there will be deviations."

"In that case, Lin Feng, come to the bronze mirror, write down the same calendar, and then look directly at the mirror."

The fortune teller stared at Lin Feng, the great elder of the Lin clan.

"I plead guilty!"

Lin Feng was heartbroken and knelt on the ground. He did not dare to go to the bronze mirror.

"Three saints, I was wronged. Everything was arranged by the great elder, and I was just his puppet."

Lin Tianlei knelt on the ground and kept begging.

"The three saints, who slandered Lin Yu and blasphemed me back then, were all handled by the great elder, and I had no idea about it."

Mu Yuanxue looked horrified and told the truth.

"You have all heard it, right? Now there are still people saying that Headmaster Lin went to the Lin clan to take revenge. Is it guilty?"

The fortune teller scanned everyone present.

No one spoke anymore, even Ma Houyuan, who resented Lin Yu, did not dare to speak.

"Three people from the Lin clan confused right and wrong, distorted the facts, and tried to falsely accuse the master of Qinglong Academy and deceive the saints. They should be punished for their crimes. The Xuanwu Guards obeyed the order and immediately pulled them out and executed them.

As for Headmaster Lin.

Since it is a blood feud and no innocent people were harmed, the matter of violating the Xuanwu City Code and harming Xuanwu Wei’s family members is over.”

With a cold expression on his face, Ma Huaxiao pronounced the sentence on the spot.

He secretly sent a message to Xiong Yue to search for his soul before killing someone.

Hear this.

Lin Tianlei, Lin Feng, and Mu Yuanxue looked at the two Xuanwu Guard commanders with despair on their faces.

"Don't be in a hurry to kill."

Zuo Zhenbei waved his hand to signal the two Xuanwu guards to lead them down, and then asked with a stern face: "Lin Feng, who did you help to seize Lin Yu's holy blood and practice magic skills?"

"I have no idea."

Lin Feng looked bitter.

I originally thought that by betraying my tribe, I would be able to embark on the road to prosperity, but who knew I would end up like this.

His heart was filled with regret. He should not have held back back then. If he had known it, he would have eradicated it.

Now that death was imminent, he did not want to betray the Daxia prince and cause the real genocide, so he planned to die.

Having said that, he would cut off his own heart.

"Want to die in front of me?"

Zuo Zhenbei was furious, and a huge spiritual power came, and in just one hundredth of a second, it froze Lin Feng's energy and soul, making it difficult for him to take the next step.
To be continued...