The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

"Have you met my master? He is a very good person. It's a pity that you didn't see him when he taught me before. He taught me benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. He taught me to be a good person and not a demon. When the demon cult came to me, he told me to do my best to save Nanposozhou from the water and fire, and save the people from the water and fire."

"I promised my master that during his lifetime, I would see the seas and rivers calm and the country peaceful."

"But I don't have any feelings for Nanposazhou."

"Why should I save Nanposozhou?"

"Everything I do is to fulfill my promise to Master. In my eyes, Nanposo Continent, the Pope, the Gods, and the common people are all insignificant. All my efforts are to respond to Master's promise."

"Because only my master gave me a home. When I was hiding in the cold night and the rain, only he reached out to me and brought me back home."

"I thought I did a good job, but I failed in the end. Master died. He died in the mouths of the people who said the country was peaceful and prosperous, and he died in the hands of the officials who said the country was peaceful and prosperous."

"Then what's the point of everything I do?"

"Then what's the point of me living?"

The Pope sighed and stood up.

There was no joy or sadness in his eyes, only relief.

She had no favorable impression towards Nanposo Continent, and the only favorable impression she had was because her master was from Nanposo Continent.

Nowadays, there is nothing that can make her care about it anymore.

"Are you the Way of Heaven?"

the Pope asked.

“Do people go to hell after they die?”

"Will I see my master again in hell?"

Her tone was somewhat arrogant and there was a gleam in her eyes.

Wen Youqing had no way to answer her.

The light in her eyes was fleeting.

"Forget it. Even if Master sees me, he will be disappointed, right?"

"He doesn't want to see me, does he?"

The Pope lowered his head, with an unimaginable loneliness in his eyes.

"I did wrong."

"I accept any punishment... I am willing to be condemned to eternal damnation, to lose my soul, to suffer all the punishments..."

"It's just that, Lord Tiandao, can you let me see my master again, just once..."

"One glance is enough."

112. The Pope (IX)

Wen Youqing just watched quietly.

She watched the Pope for a long time, from her youthful high spirits, to her maturity and stability since she became atop the Holy See, to her current state of revenge with a vengeance in mind.

Wen Youqing felt that she had entered into the Pope's life. After putting herself in his shoes, she would make the same choice as the Pope.

In the past, her hands were stained with the blood of countless people, and just like the current Pope who was full of revenge, she could understand why the Pope made this choice.

Wen Youqing wanted to comfort the Pope and tell her that no, she would not go to hell.

After all, even a witch like me didn’t go to hell.

Neither will the Pope.

But she could make no sound, could not speak.

Wen Youqing's perspective is the Pope's perspective. She is powerless and cannot say a word of comfort.

Therefore, Wen Youqing could only close his eyes, stretch out his arms, and slowly embrace the Pope.

Embracing this unknown pope forgotten by history——

The Pope seemed to have sensed something. She slowly knelt in the silent hall, before the blank stone tablet.

As the Pope, it is impossible for her to not have made mistakes. There are many people who resent and hate her, and even more people are afraid of her.

Fear of her strength, fear of her scheming, fear of her tactics...

There is only one person she can rely on without any guard, confide in, and tell about her troubles.

That was the master who gave her a home.

Only in front of his master did the Pope dare to show his weak side and vent his emotions.

But now, that person is gone.

Nothing else matters anymore.

Be it the Demon Sect, the God Clan, or the Southern Posuo Continent, the people of Dawn, and all the people in the world - after her master's death, everything became unimportant.

Everything she did was for her master to see.

“Are you hugging me?”

There were stars in the corners of the Pope's eyes. Those were her tears. This Pope, who had never shed a tear and had fought on the battlefield for his country and his people all his life, finally couldn't hold back his emotions anymore.

She sat in the hall, lowered her head and sighed.

"I didn't expect that you would accompany me in the end."

"You are not the Heavenly Dao. The Heavenly Dao will not be so gentle. Then who are you? Are you the one who comes to judge me?"

"Judge my life's work."

"So am I a wise pope?"

"I turned the tide and saved the city from collapse. I kept the foreign enemies out of Nanposo Continent. At the same time, I conquered the vassal kings, pacified the aristocratic families, built up the arsenal internally, and promoted the development of hundreds of schools of thought. I reorganized the originally weak Nanposo Continent into an iron plate, gathered military power, balanced the cultural relics factions, and established checks and balances with the Church."

"Am I wise?"

"Or am I really a tyrant as they say?"

"The massacre of clan members chilled the hearts of the original meritorious officials. The confiscation of the noble families destroyed the pride of many scholars. Large-scale wars were costly and resulted in nine out of ten houses being emptied. The battlefield was filled with the loss of lives."

"Am I a tyrant?"

The Pope asked this.

She knew very well what she had done. She dared not forget it, and she had never forgotten it.

People should be responsible for what they have done.

"Since you are here to judge me, then I will erect a stone tablet for myself. You can write your evaluation of me on it. Whether it is good or bad, I will let it last forever and will never change a single word on it."

As he spoke, the Pope stood up, waved his long sleeves, and faced the stone tablet in front of him.

This is a stone tablet built in front of the Pope's tomb, which records his life's merits and demerits.

The Pope gave this opportunity to the shadow that had always been by her side, watching her grow. Although she was invisible and intangible, the Pope was certain of her existence.

No one's evaluation can be more accurate than that shadow.

But Wen Youqing couldn't do it. She just stared blankly at the inscriptionless monument in front of her, her mind struck by lightning.

Countless confusing memories flooded into her mind.

What belongs to her, what doesn’t belong to her, from the past life, from this life...it’s all broken and confusing.

She saw the distant moon and the cold wind blowing on her cheeks like a sharp knife. She was wearing a simple and thin linen dress and was shivering in the cold winter night.

A good-looking man in white stopped in front of her and held out his hand to her, which was big and warm.

From then on, she had a home.

......

She saw a burning candle and a man in white smiling and writing something on rice paper. She couldn't understand what he was writing, so she timidly ran to the man and asked him in a low voice what he was writing.

The man smiled and answered her.

"The sea is clear and the river is calm, the country is peaceful."

......

She saw several old men in yellow robes standing in front of her. They looked extremely scary with their aura of majesty. She was so scared that she ran into the house. Her master, wearing thin clothes, stood in front of her and saluted them with a smile.

The old men said she was the next "Pope".

"Pope"?

What is the "Pope"?

The girl's face was full of confusion. She was herself, not some strange person. She was her master's apprentice, and her master was her master.

She doesn't want to be the Pope.

......

She saw the master holding her little hand as they walked on a rugged road, surrounded by disaster victims who were too hungry to get up. She saw women who had lost their husbands, mothers who had lost their sons, and young children who had lost their fathers.

The master rubbed her hair and spoke to her slowly.

"You can change all that if you want."

"But you will be very tired...Master feels sorry for you."

The girl looked at her master's worried face, shook her head and said seriously.

"One day, I will let Master see that scene."

"That... scene of peaceful seas and calm rivers, a peaceful country and a prosperous family."

"Most definitely."

......

The memories of the Pope emerged in Wen Youqing's mind, and the girl shook her head desperately. She didn't understand why these memories appeared in her mind even though she had never seen all these things that the Pope had experienced.

That's just... weird.

In the end, the Pope never waited for the person who judged her.

There was no text engraved on the stone tablet.

"Ah."

The Pope smiled, and his smile returned to his usual superior and indifferent look.

"Even you who have always been by my side, can't judge my life?"

"So, from now on, no one can judge my life. My merits and demerits will be judged by future generations. No one can judge me, and no one can judge me."

"At least, those traitors who intend to rebel are not qualified to engrave a single word on my stone tablet."

The Pope smiled faintly and said that the monument without words stood tall above the Pope’s palace, and no one could shake it.

There is no text on it.

This is how she evaluates herself.

Right and wrong, merits and demerits will all be judged by future generations, and all the sages and wise men in ancient times have become a laughing stock.

The spies of the Royal Guards had already found out everything, and some ministers plotted to assassinate her in the Demon Palace.

The Pope just thought it was ridiculous. She was tired. After all, there was nothing left in this world that she cared about or cherished.

She was already very tired, it was good to end it like this.

As for the future, who cares? Whether those rebels lead the cult to glory or become the dust of history, who cares?

She doesn't care anyway.

Speaking of which, she also has a bit of a bad taste and wants to see what the ending of Nanposo Continent will be after the death of her so-called "tyrant"?

Unfortunately, she can't see it.

Because she was tired and wanted to rest.

So be it.