The situation in the world was extremely tense. On the border of the Tang Empire, in the capital of the Song Empire, and at the bottom of the Giant Sinkhole, there were confrontations everywhere. Wars were on the verge of breaking out. Some had already started, while others had never stopped.
The people in the world pinned their last hope on the envoys sent by the Tang Empire, hoping that they could reach an agreement with the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
The two envoys were just ordinary people who did not know how to cultivate, let alone powerful cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State. But at this moment, they were the most important people in the world.
There were two kinds of people who loved peace. One was afraid of war, and the other was worried that they could not win, so they loved peace temporarily. Chu Youxian and Chenqi belonged to this kind of people. They did not know that they were carrying the burden of the world, but they had the same idea as the world. They also wanted to reach an agreement with the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
However, the problem was that they could not see the two people they wanted and had to see. What made them even more terrified was that if the two people wanted to see each other, they would be able to even if they were in the Divine Halls of West-Hill. But they could not see each other now, which seemed to be a bad sign. Did no one want to know what Ning Que was going to say to them?
Not being able to see each other was the source of all anxiety. Chu Youxian and Chenqi were very anxious. They pondered in silence in the Revelation Institute, but they could not find a way to complete the task.
Today, it was an ordinary divine priest in a brown robe who came to the Revelation Institute to meet them. Judging from his clothes and extravagance, this divine priest obviously had a very low status on the Peach Mountain. In fact, these days, the Divine Halls were getting colder and colder. After Chu Youxian and Chenqi refused to talk to Zhao Nanhai, the divine priests who talked to them became lower and lower in rank.
"I'm just a nobody, so I'm not the one you want to see." The divine priest in a brown robe looked at the two and said, "So who do you want to see?"
Judging from this question, the Divine Halls of West-Hill were getting impatient, or less curious. They even wanted to tear the window paper.
At this point, it was meaningless to hide. It was better to have a try, even though it might be in vain. Chu Youxian thought for a while, looked at the divine priest in a brown robe, and said seriously, "We want to see Ye Hongyu very much."
The brown-robed priest was not surprised and asked with a smile, "Why?"
When they were almost assassinated in Qinghe Prefecture, Chu Youxian and Chenqi had already guessed what Gu Changle had guessed. Therefore, they were not surprised that Gu Changle was not surprised.
"The Daoist Sect has no faith. We … to be precise, Mister Thirteen only believes in the Divine Priest of Judgement."
"Alright, that's a more reasonable explanation."
The brown-robed cleric calmly said, "I will report your thoughts. As for whether or not they will make arrangements, that is not something I am responsible for."
After saying this, the people from the Divine Hall left the Revelation Institute. Just like this sentence, Chu Youxian and Chenqi were irresponsibly forgotten again until dusk.
Standing on the stone steps in front of the Revelation Institute, Chenqi looked at the fallen peach blossoms and imagined the three arrays hidden in the mountain path and peach bushes. He said, "Even if the Divine Hall can resist my army, everyone outside the array will be killed by Mr. First."
Chu Youxian asked, "So you are puzzled by the Divine Hall's reaction?"
"No, what I don't understand is the attitude of the Academy." Chen VII shook his head and said, "Why is Ning Que in such a hurry to negotiate with Taoism? What is he afraid of? "
The sun was setting, and the twilight was as red as blood. The two were silent with a heavy heart. At this moment, they finally received a reply from the Divine Hall, which was a congratulation.
Tomorrow morning, the Hierarch Lord would summon them in person. The Divine Hall had arranged a very grand ceremony for this negotiation, and the Divine Priest of Judgement whom they wanted to meet would also be there.
After the banquet, Chu Youxian and Chen VII returned to their room and looked at each other without saying a word, just like when they were looking at the peach blossoms in the twilight. Their hearts were still heavy.
Tomorrow, the Hierarch Lord and thousands of divine priests and deacons would be in the Divine Hall. How could they talk to Ye Hongyu in private in front of so many people?
"Or, we don't have to talk in private." Chen VII suddenly said.
Chu Youxian was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"
After a moment of silence, Chen VII said, "We are only responsible for telling Ning Que's words to her, no matter what the occasion is, as long as she can hear it."
Hearing this, Chu Youxian was silent for a long time, and his face turned pale. He murmured to himself, "It's better not to see each other."
Meeting in front of thousands of people and saying those words meant that he was courting death.
He raised his head, looked at Chen Qi, and said with a sigh, "You are really cruel."
Ning Que chose them to pass the message to the Divine Hall because of Chen VII's plan and Chu Youxian's unscrupulous behavior. But now it seemed that Chen VII was better at cruel means.
Just as Chu Youxian said, he was cruel to both others and himself.
Chen VII said, "If thousands of people heard those words, it might be more effective."
Chu Youxian's mood was a bit complicated. How could he be happy when he saw himself running on the road of death? But he had already been aware of this when he left Chang 'an. So he was still calm even though his face was pale.
"Since we have to die after saying those words, maybe we should try to see that person first."
Chu Youxian walked to the window and said while looking at the cliff plateau halfway up the Peach Mountain, which looked like it was cut by a knife and axe, and at the inconspicuous stone houses in the darkness.
Chen VII walked to him and said with a frown, "It's hard to get there."
Chu Youxian glanced at him and said bitterly, "Harder than death?"
It was a silent night. Both of them were silent and said goodbye to the past. So when they woke up in the morning, they were not in good spirits, especially Chu Youxian, who had two very deep dark circles under his eyes, which looked both funny and depressing.
"It's a happy funeral." Chu Youxian comforted himself.
Led by the deacon of the Divine Hall, the two left the Revelation Institute and walked up the stone steps to the Peach Mountain. Peach blossoms were falling on the green hillside, and the snow that had fallen a few days ago had accumulated on it, which made it very beautiful. The bluestone steps were wet with dew, which was even more striking in the fragrant snow.
It didn't take long before they saw the white Divine Hall on the top of the mountain. The morning light shone on it, and the holy aura was spreading.
Chu Youxian and Chen VII looked at each other, and suddenly turned around and ran to somewhere on the cliff plateau!
Stepping on the hard stone steps, they breathed as fast as the mountain wind. They ignored the deacon's panicked cries and the cavalrymen of the Divine Hall who were chasing after them. They swung their arms and opened their mouths, and ran desperately to the depth of the cliff plateau.
It was really a mad dash, a mad dash that burned their lives. The two people, who were already prepared to die, burst forth with an unprecedented speed in this early morning. They were like two fleeing rabbits, passing through the grass, and even their figures became blurred with a whooshing sound.
The Divine Hall's reaction was a little slow. The deacon and the cavalrymen didn't catch up until they reached the middle of the cliff plateau. But somehow, they didn't dare to take another step forward.
Zhao Nanhai floated down from the top of the Peach Mountain. Looking at the two figures on the cliff plateau, he was expressionless, but he was in a strange mood.
If the person in the stone house at the end of the cliff plateau didn't want to see him, the two Tangs wouldn't be able to run here even if they really did burn their lives.
Why did he want to see him?
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Running to the stone houses at the end of the cliff plateau, Chu Youxian and Chen VII were panting and holding their waists. They almost couldn't stand up straight and felt that their lungs were about to explode.
The Divine Hall didn't send anyone to chase them here, maybe because they were afraid, or for some other reasons. It was actually the result of their calculation, so it was not a surprise.
The person in the stone house was really willing to see them, because even he wanted to know what Ning Que was going to say. Chu Youxian wiped the sweat off his forehead and thought proudly.
With a light sound, the door of the stone house was pushed open, and a middle-aged priest came out.
The middle-aged Daoist was wearing an ordinary Daoist robe, and his appearance was also very ordinary. There was nothing outstanding about his appearance or his aura — no matter how one looked at it, this Daoist should not and could not be an ordinary person, but he had been ordinary his whole life, which was very unusual.
Chu Youxian knew that this was not the person he was looking for, but he still looked extremely respectful. His hands were even trembling when he was tidying up his clothes.
The middle-aged priest looked at him and said with a gentle smile, "You have to come here to see me. What do you want to say or do?"
What did Chu Youxian want to do?
He knelt down to the middle-aged priest and the person in the stone house without hesitation and said humbly, "Chu Youxian wants to hear a story, Taoist Master."
The middle-aged priest looked at him quietly, as if he didn't expect that Chu Youxian would kneel down so naturally and decisively. He didn't even give himself a chance to stop him.
Chu Youxian looked calm and naturally knelt down. Ning Que chose them to negotiate with Taoism because of Chen VII's wisdom and bravery. As for Chu Youxian, he had no bottom line.
The middle-aged priest asked with a smile, "What story?"
Since Chu Youxian and Chen VII could come to the stone house, it meant that they had permission. The person in the stone house wanted to hear it, whether it was a story or a fable.
Chu Youxian said respectfully, "The story happened in a world very similar to our world. In that world, there was a religion very similar to Taoism. The god of that religion was called God, who was omniscient and omnipotent …"
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As the morning light faded, Chu Youxian's mouth became drier and drier, and his voice became hoarse. Finally, he told the long story briefly.
The middle-aged priest looked at him quietly, and then looked back at the stone house. Finally, he looked at the sky and clouds outside the cliff yard and said, "It is indeed a long story."
The past and present of Christianity, the rise of Protestantism, and the retelling of history, no matter how simple it was, was bound to be long. Two thousand years of history were condensed into a story. Looking back at the end of the story, those bloody religious wars were indeed a bit ridiculous.
Chu Youxian bowed his head respectfully.
The middle-aged priest thought about the beginning and ending of the story, the cooperation and disputes between the royal family and the believers, and the distribution of interests, and found the story more and more interesting.
"I heard that Mr. Thirteen told many stories to Haotian. I don't know whether he has told this story or not. But at least it proves that he is a good storyteller."
The middle-aged priest said. He knew that it was a story told by Ning Que. Then he stepped aside, and the door of the stone house appeared directly in front of Chu Youxian and Chenqi.
This story was just the beginning of the conversation. Ning Que used such a grand story as a prelude, and even the middle-aged priest began to wonder what he was going to say.
Looking at the closed door of the stone house, Chu Youxian's face became paler and paler, and Chenqi also became short of breath. The man in the house had a very different status and meaning to the believers of Haotian in the world. Even they couldn't bear it.
The middle-aged priest said, "What do you want to say? Just say it."
Chu Youxian became more humble, and his forehead seemed to be pressed into the ground of the cliff plateau. However, what he said next in a trembling voice was so rebellious.
"God is dead, and so will Haotian."
"So, please think more about the things in the human world."
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(The story of the Religious Reformation, whether it was told by Ning Que or done by Ye Su, can't be written in tens of thousands of words. So I have to keep it simple. It's enough for you to convince yourselves that you have already seen the story. If you really want to read it, you can just read some related books. Jiang Ye is not a religious novel, so you have to make way for him. Besides, in the story of Jiang Ye, I have to rely on my energy, Qi, and spirit to break through, because spiritual temperament is the most important to the end. Now I am not in good health and spirit, so I have to fight hard. Only the one with the knife can win! But I won't pay much attention to the structure of the sentences, because too much thinking will really affect the temperament. Even a person with a temperament like me can't do that!)
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