God was dead.
Haotian would die too.
The first sentence had once resounded like thunder in a certain world, shattering the dark sky and waking up countless ignorant people. The latter sentence should have had a similar effect when it appeared in this world. Unfortunately, only four people heard it when it first appeared. The only thing that made it less regretful was that the person in the stone house heard it.
The story Chu Youxian told was Ning Que's story. He didn't even know what the story was about, but he recited it very carefully according to Ning Que's instructions, and didn't miss a word.
After hearing the story, the middle-aged Taoist sighed with emotion. When he heard the last two sentences, his expression finally changed, but the stone house was still quiet.
Chu Youxian was prepared for this. He suppressed his uneasiness and continued to repeat Ning Que's words, regardless of the other person's reaction. Those were the words Ning Que wanted to say to the world and the person in the stone house.
"It's better to make progress together than to be destroyed together. There is no eternity in the world. Before Haotian appeared, there was no Haotian. Then why can't there be Haotian?"
"Before Haotian, there was Taoism. Taoism wanted to protect the world, so there was Haotian. So the Academy and Taoism should be the same."
Chu Youxian lowered his head as he spoke. His voice was getting lower and lower, because he vaguely understood what Ning Que meant. He felt that Ning Que's words were too shameless. As the repeater, he couldn't take it for granted like before. Sweat dripped from his forehead and fell on the ground in front of the stone house, but it didn't splash because it was too close to the house.
"Since we are the same, why do we have to fight to the death? For a thousand years, the Abbey Dean had been the strongest in Haotian Taoism. However, Haotian had to die, so Haotian Taoism had to choose a new path. Such a great change had never happened in a thousand years, and only a wise man like the Abbey Dean could handle it. Even if you have reservations, why can't you wait for two more years? Ye Su is your student. If he becomes a Sage, you will be the Sacred Teacher. Chen Pipi is your son. If he becomes a Sage, you will be the Sacred Father. When Taoism embarks on a new path, you will be the Sacred Teacher, Sacred Father and Sacred Lord. Why can't the three Sages be one? "
It was very quiet on the plateau, except for the mountain wind and Chu Youxian's voice. No one in the stone house agreed or disagreed, but just listened quietly.
Chu Youxian's voice was getting lower and lower, but his words were getting smoother and smoother. In the end, he even added his own words subconsciously.
"One is your most promising student, and the other is your biological son. Dao Sect … Isn't it actually your family's business? We're all family, can't we just talk it out? "
After saying this, Sage Chu Youcai found that he had said too much. His face instantly became paler, but his sweat suddenly stopped. He felt that the wind in the cliff was a little cold.
The next moment, he found that he was still alive, and he could not help but feel lucky. He decided that if he could go to the Divine Hall later, he would keep his mouth shut and let Chenqi do all the talking.
After listening to Ning Que's words, the stone house was still quiet. The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand and signaled Chu Youxian and Chenqi to leave the plateau. The two had completed their task, so they did not dare to stay any longer. They retreated toward the mountain path like restless rabbits.
With a squeak, the door of the stone house was opened again, and an ordinary wheelchair slowly rolled out. An old man was sitting in the wheelchair, covered with a gray blanket.
The man in the wheelchair had lived for more than a thousand years. According to the time, he was already old. But in fact, when he occasionally appeared in the human world, he did not look old. Until the battle in Chang 'an, when he was sealed by Haotian in his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi, he aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His hair turned white, and his eyebrows became softer and softer.
But no matter how old he was, even if he was now a cripple, as long as he was alive, he could hold Taoism tightly in his hand, and he was the most terrifying opponent of the Academy.
In Ning Que's eyes, the Abbey Dean was far more important than the Drunkard and the Butcher. It was not because of the unimaginable Divine Sense that the Abbey Dean had shown, but because he was the Abbey Dean.
The human world belonged to the Headmaster of the Academy and the Headmaster of the Academy. But the Abbey Dean had always been there. This fact itself proved many things.
The middle-aged Taoist pushed the wheelchair to the edge of the cliff.
The Abbey Dean quietly looked at the flowing clouds outside the cliff and the remaining snow in the green mountains. He said slowly, "Ning Que has been trapped in Chang 'an for half a year. Many people think that he did nothing but repeat what he did last time. But in fact, he has been thinking, and this is what he has done."
Yes, Ning Que had been thinking.
He had been thinking about how to solve the problems in the human world, and then solve the problems in the Divine Kingdom. Finally, he came to the conclusion that to solve the problems in the human world, he had to convince the Abbey Dean.
Not to defeat or kill the Abbey Dean, but to convince him. He believed that the Abbey Dean could be convinced, because the Abbey Dean was not the Drunkard or the Butcher, nor was he a rotten monster tortured by the obsession of existence. In his eyes, the Abbey Dean was a man who had broken away from the vulgar taste, a man with high aesthetic standards, and a man with a strong heart. In other words, he thought that the Abbey Dean was very similar to the Headmaster, which was a great compliment.
Through the teachings of the Headmaster of the Academy, Ning Que had lived in the Buddha's chessboard with Sangsang for countless years, and had a much deeper understanding of faith than before. He knew the origin of Taoism and Haotian. Therefore, he was sure that the Abbey Dean was not one of those foolish women who cried bitterly at the sight of the Divine Light. The Abbey Dean's piety was not in Haotian, but in his belief.
That belief was the biggest secret of Taoism since ancient times.
Haotian guarded the world. The world was the root, and it was what Taoism wanted to protect.
Whether it was the gambler who founded Taoism or the Abbey Dean who ruled Taoism, Haotian did not have the innate divinity in their hearts.
Therefore, Ning Que tried his best to tell the Abbey Dean the story and the last two sentences.
He knew that the Abbey Dean did not need him to remind him, but he wanted to remind him.
When God died, Haotian could also die.
In that world, there was the New Stream, and Taoism could also embark on a new path.
The old world waved goodbye, and the new world appeared. As long as Taoism took the initiative to embrace this trend, it could still have its own position in the new world.
Taoism could still protect the world, but in a different way.
Ning Que wanted to remind him that the world itself was much more important than Haotian.
This was not only the Academy's view, but also the most essential belief of Taoism.
Then why couldn't the Academy and Taoism be on the same path?
Ning Que chose the Abbey Dean to talk to because he knew that the Abbey Dean could understand him. He knew that the Abbey Dean was wise enough, and the Abbey Dean was a truly great man.
Only a truly great man could make such a great decision.
"The Headmaster of the Academy is a great man to have such a student."
The Abbey Dean said calmly, "Ning Que can see through the foundation of Taoism and see through my belief. He is also a great man."
The middle-aged priest was moved, because the Abbey Dean spoke highly of Ning Que, and also because the Abbey Dean had vaguely admitted his true thoughts.
The Abbey Dean looked out of the cliff and remained silent for a long time.
The middle-aged priest's hands trembled slightly on the wheelchair. Even he felt extremely nervous at this moment, because what was going to happen next would definitely change the fate of the entire human world, and even the Haotian Divine Kingdom.
There were many clouds outside the cliff. The white clouds floated everywhere like the waves on the water. They seemed to come and go at will, but they were actually shaped by the wind and attracted by the earth.
The Abbey Dean looked at the clouds and said calmly, "Unfortunately … he still doesn't understand himself."
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Chu Youxian didn't understand either. Though he was a storyteller, he was no different from a parrot. He didn't know who God was, what the Crusade was, what was the relationship between that religion and Taoism, and what was Ning Que trying to say to the Abbey Dean. How could Haotian die?
After leaving the cliff plateau, Zhao Nanhai and dozens of cavalrymen of the Divine Halls were waiting for them. The situation was a bit tense, but Chu Youxian was not afraid. He pointed at the small stone houses and said, "I can get there, so it's not a mistake. I can come back alive, so you can't kill me."
Zhao Nanhai looked at the small stone houses in silence. No one knew what he was thinking, but he did nothing in the end. He led Chu Youxian and Chenqi to the top of the peak.
The white Taoist Temple at the top of the Peach Mountain was the main hall of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, the top building of Haotian Taoism in the human world, and also the place for the negotiation.
The floor of the Divine Hall was paved with smooth stone bricks, like a bronze mirror, reflecting the sunlight coming in from all directions. It also looked like it was paved with gold. The inside of the hall was spacious, and the walls were engraved with religious murals. Gems were inlaid everywhere, as if the wealth of the whole world was gathered here, and it was extremely solemn and sacred.
Thousands of divine priests and deacons stood in the Divine Hall in a neat line. No one spoke, and no sound could be heard. It was like a silent ocean.
Chu Youxian and Chenqi walked in the crowd, as if they were walking in the ocean. They always felt that there was a terrifying storm hidden in the silent crowd.
After walking for a long time, they finally arrived in front of the high platform in the deepest part of the divine temple. On the platform, there was a light screen that looked like a waterfall. On the screen, there was an extremely tall, god-like figure. That figure's voice was like thunder, and it had a terrifying divine might.
The tall figure used to be called the most mysterious person in the cultivation world, together with the Devil's Doctrine's Twenty-Three-Year Cicada Cultivation. However, after that battle, he was seriously injured by Yu Lian, and could no longer maintain his image. During the Rite to Light, he was shot by Ning Que, which made his position in the hearts of Haotian's believers in the world plummet.
But he was, after all, the Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, a peerless powerhouse who had surpassed the Five States and successfully reached the Tianqi State. He was also recognized by the Abbey Dean as the leader of Haotian Taoism.
Chu Youxian and Chenqi maintained enough respect for the tall figure. They were meticulous in saluting and worshiping, and there was no fault to be found. But to be honest, even the slowest divine priest could tell that their attention was not on the Hierarch behind the light curtain, but on the inconspicuous chair under the high platform.
The chair was not carved from a whole piece of South Sea Black Jade. But because the woman was sitting in the chair quietly, the ordinary chair became the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade.
She sat there with her eyes closed, and the world around her became a sea of blood. Because she was wearing a blood-red robe, she had the most beautiful and coldest face in the world, she was the inviolable Great Divine Priest of Judgment, and she was the real powerhouse of Haotian Taoism, Ye Hongyu.
Ye Hongyu, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, was the one Ning Que wanted to talk to, and also the one Chu Youxian and Chenqi wanted to meet. Today, they finally met.
Chu Youxian and Chenqi were in a strange silence. As they said last night, it was better not to see her. In front of thousands of divine priests and deacons, as well as the Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, how could they avoid Ye Hongyu's gaze and let her hear Ning Que's words?
The ceremony in the Divine Hall had entered the procedure of praising. There was not much time left for Chu Youxian and Chenqi. Whether the negotiation between the Tang Empire and the Divine Hall could continue or not, they would leave Peach Mountain soon, and that sentence was still hidden in their hearts.
Chu Youxian looked at Chenqi and thought of the method he mentioned last night. He felt his lips and tongue were dry, and he murmured, "Are we really going to do this?"
Chenqi stared at Ye Hongyu and said, "What else can we do?"
Chu Youxian was silent for a while, and finally summoned up the courage to take two steps forward with difficulty, attracting the attention of the people in the hall. Then he coughed and interrupted a red-robed divine priest.
"We have something to talk about."
Because of nervousness, he looked at the people in the Divine Hall and said in a hoarse voice, "We have come with the will of peace. Shouldn't you let us talk?"
Thousands of divine priests and deacons in the hall looked at him expressionlessly. Their red, purple, and black robes were like the sea of different colors, silently but blowing on his face, and became a kind of pressure that made Chu Youxian feel difficult to breathe.
At the same time, Chenqi also took a step forward.
The atmosphere in the hall became even more tense and depressing.
But Chenqi seemed to feel nothing. He looked at the ordinary chair in the distance and the sea of blood, and said calmly and firmly, "Would you like to listen?"
The negotiation was a joke. If there was a negotiation, it would have been finished in front of the stone house on the cliff plateau. She closed her eyes and seemed a little tired.
Even though she heard the question, she still did not open her eyes.
Chenqi stared at her and said in a hoarse voice, "Everyone knows … Ning Que wants to talk to the world. In fact, he just wants to talk to you."
Yes, everyone knew that if Ning Que wanted to talk to someone, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment would be one of them. The Hierarch knew it, Zhao Nanhai knew it, the divine priests and deacons in the Divine Halls of West-Hill, and even the servants knew it.
That was why Xiong Chumo wanted the two Tangs to die in Qinghe Prefecture.
That was why they could not meet Ye Hongyu on Peach Mountain.
At this moment, in front of thousands of divine priests and deacons, in front of countless powerhouses, they finally saw Ye Hongyu. They wanted to talk to her, even if they would die in the next moment. Even if they had to die, they wanted her to hear what he had to say.
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