Ye Hongyu believed that the Abbey Dean was far better than the Academy, especially the Academy under Ning Que's leadership. She also believed that her judgment was correct. Killing her and her brother would do Taoism no good, no matter if it was for the immediate benefits or the more far-reaching effects. That was why she had the courage to choose to retreat, to give up a lot, and to put herself in danger. She did nothing so that both sides could look at each other calmly.
However, less than two hours after the conversation at dusk ended, the moonlight shone brightly in the night sky. The silent agreement she once thought had suddenly disappeared. The Hierarch came to the Divine Hall of Judgment to kill her, followed by Zhao Nanhai and the middle-aged priest. The three of them did not know each other would come here, but they gathered here for the same goal: to kill her.
Ye Hongyu frowned. There were two light strokes on her pale face. Her doubts and shock could not be resolved, but she did not have time to think about it.
Looking at the three people in the Divine Hall of Judgment, her eyes became brighter and brighter. If Ning Que were here, he would know that it was her reaction when she met a strong opponent. She would be vigilant but not lose confidence. She would be excited to meet a real powerhouse and then she would use the toughest means to defeat her opponent.
She had shown such eyes many times in the past years of cultivation, such as when she met Ning Que. But her eyes were brightest when she faced Jun Mo in front of the Verdant Canyon.
Tonight, her eyes were unusually bright, even brighter than they had been a few years ago in the Verdant Canyon. Because the three enemies she was facing were all very powerful and could be compared to Jun Mo.
The Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill was a powerhouse in the Tianqi realm above the Five States. Xiong Chumo's title was simple, but it did not mean that he was boring. It only meant that he was terrifying. Once he passed the threshold of the Knowing Destiny State, he would enter another world and a totally different level of cultivation. Ye Hongyu knew clearly that she could not defeat Xiong Chumo. If she could, she would have killed the Abbey Dean a long time ago after the Rite to Light.
Zhao Nanhai came from the South Sea. He was the descendant of the Great Divine Priest of Light who split the West-Hill Divine Palace six hundred years ago. His attainments in Divine Incantation were among the top three in the world. He shared the same path with the West-Hill Divine Palace but did not share it. His state was unfathomable and he was at the peak of Knowing Destiny State. He would not be at a disadvantage even if he fought Ye Hongyu alone.
Xiong Chumo and Zhao Nanhai were undoubtedly the most powerful bigwigs in the Divine Halls of West-Hill. Compared to them, the middle-aged priest standing at the gate of the Divine Hall of Judgment seemed very ordinary.
However, he was the one who truly made Ye Hongyu feel wary. She even faintly felt a chill in her Taoist Heart.
The middle-aged Taoist stood at the door and did nothing, but it seemed that he had isolated the Divine Hall of Judgment from the outside. During this time, Ye Hongyu tried several ways to inform her subordinates, but they all failed!
This ordinary-looking Daoist was definitely not an ordinary Daoist.
The Abbey Dean had been banished to the South Sea by the Headmaster. During those years, the Zhishou Abbey had been managed by this Taoist. His status in Haotian Taoism had not fallen. How could he be ordinary?
Xiong Chumo, Zhao Nanhai, the middle-aged priest …
The three of them could go anywhere in the world and kill anyone.
Even if Yu Lian encountered them, she would have to turn into a cicada and hide in the snow forest. Even if Mr. First encountered them, he would have to stay far away from them. Even the Drunkard, the Butcher, or the Chief Monk of Scripture might be killed by them.
Ye Hongyu thought to herself, how could she win?
The Divine Hall of Judgment was dead silent. On the black stone walls, the Night-Luminescent Lamps were emitting soft and beautiful light. No one knew when the pearls became bright or what triggered them.
Xiong Chumo, Zhao Nanhai, and the middle-aged priest stood in silence. They occupied the Divine Hall from the far end, the middle, and the near end. Their aura filled the air and completely sealed off the huge hall.
She was the only one in the spacious Divine Hall.
She walked down the terrace and came to the side of the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade. She raised her arm and put it on the cold seat. After a long silence, she looked at the middle-aged priest and said.
"Haotian will give his followers a chance to choose, or explain."
The middle-aged priest said nothing.
Xiong Chumo was confused. Even though he was the Hierarch of the Divine Hall, he had no idea why things would turn out like this. He wanted to provoke Ye Hongyu and then kill her. But why did the Abbey Dean send Zhao Nanhai and the middle-aged priest to help him? He wanted to know the explanation as well.
Ye Hongyu looked at him and said emotionlessly, "I still don't understand. How could a commoner like him reach above the Five States? Is Haotian blind? "
The middle-aged priest said seriously, "The power of the Hierarch lies in his naivety."
Ye Hongyu raised her eyebrows and said mockingly, "Naivety is childish?"
The middle-aged priest smiled and did not explain anything. He said, "There are thousands of Taoism skills. To reach the end, you still need to be naive and follow your heart. Childish or even cruel, they have nothing to do with each other."
"Naivety …"
Ye Hongyu pondered and looked at Xiong Chumo. She said, "You are rotten from body to heart. You are stupid and stubborn. You believe in what you believe and listen to what you believe. Can such naivety bring you power? It is said that Chen Pipi is a rare genius in Haotian Taoism. Is it because of this? "
The middle-aged priest thought for a while and said, "Pipi is optimistic but knows his destiny. I think it is different."
Ye Hongyu looked at his eyes and said, "I don't care how naive or stupid people know their destiny. I only know that the Abbey Dean said he would give his life to me. But now it seems that he is going to do the opposite."
The middle-aged priest said calmly, "Maybe one autumn, the Abbey Dean will help the Hierarch Lord return to Haotian's Divine Kingdom and meet you there. This is also a way to send him off."
Ye Hongyu said, "Sending him off after his death is a sacrifice."
The middle-aged priest said, "Sacrifice is also a way to send him off."
Ye Hongyu remained silent. When a figure like the Abbey Dean started to play tricks like a child, there were probably not many people in the world who could be his opponent.
"Then, please explain to me."
She looked at the middle-aged priest and said seriously, "Please give me a real explanation."
She couldn't accept ending up without knowing the cause and effect.
The middle-aged priest said, "Sorry, I can't tell you."
Ye Hongyu looked at Zhao Nanhai.
Zhao Nanhai, who had been silent since he entered the Divine Hall of Judgment, finally said, "Sorry, I don't understand."
Finally, she looked at the Hierarch.
"Then, come on."
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…
Thousands of miles away from the West-Hill, there were countless fertile fields and poor villages, as well as towns. It was not night yet. Under the sunlight, the remaining snow in Chang 'an looked like a blank piece of painting. The remaining snow on the city wall was more well-preserved and looked like a piece of white paper that had not yet been written.
On the southern city wall, there were a few ink spots on the white paper. They were tents and temporary wooden houses. There were two earthen stoves outside the houses. Steam rose from the stoves. The ash was darker than the snow, so it must be very hot.
Ning Que squatted beside the stove and stared at the hot ashes, waiting for the moment when the roasted sweet potatoes were completely cooked. However, he subconsciously thought of the two solitary graves outside the city, the two urns in the graves, the two handfuls of ashes in the urns, and the person who used to hold the ashes. Therefore, he inexplicably felt sad and stood up to walk to the wall.
Standing behind the city wall, he felt a little lonely. He did not like this feeling, nor did he like to show this feeling to the sergeants behind him. So he tried to look far away and did not want to rub his eyes.
The scenery inside the city wall was the streets and alleys of Chang 'an City, as well as the people in the streets. He thought that this kind of city scenery was lively and could dilute his emotions. However, when he saw the Yanming Lake in the distance, he realized that this hope was just wishful thinking. The Old Brush Pen Shop was hidden in the messy streets of the Eastern City and could not be seen at all. This made him even more depressed, and he could only hope to see changes in the situation as soon as possible.
After killing thousands of people and staining the Sishui red, he finally won the chance to negotiate with Haotian Taoism and the possibility of buying time. Only then could he send the two paragraphs to Peach Mountain.
A paragraph for the Abbey Dean and a paragraph for Ye Hongyu. These two paragraphs seemed simple, but in fact, he had used all his effort and experience in his two lives. All the information from the Academy and the Tang imperial court could only be used as footnotes to these two paragraphs. He naturally had high hopes for the effect of these two paragraphs.
He was waiting for the good news from Peach Mountain, but he could never imagine what he would be waiting for. After all, he was not Sangsang who could calculate everything. He … was just an ordinary person.
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