Many years later, Ning Que walked through that shabby alley and heard the sound of reading from the depths of the alley. He listened to the familiar voice explaining history to the children and felt very emotional, because it happened to be talking about the things that happened in a certain winter. Many people felt the same way as him. Every time they recalled that winter, they would feel a little unwilling, a little sad, but also a little lucky. Their emotions were very complicated.
No matter what kind of emotion they had, that winter would definitely be a winter that the human world would never forget. Because in that winter, the human world seemed to be only a step away from peace. In the war between the Academy and Haotian Taoism, there seemed to be infinite hope in front of them.
On the desolate wilderness, snowflakes danced wildly. The Tang army camp thousands of feet away became very blurred. As for the Tang general Hua Ying, no one knew where he was.
A Da squinted his eyes. His childish face occasionally flashed with some ruthlessness. His slightly blue lips moved slightly as he kept silently praying for the Tengri Heaven.
He had been waiting for a long time in the Wilderness of Wind and Snow, but he did not make a move.
At first, it was because he sensed the destructive arrow intent from thousands of miles away in the south. Now he did not make a move because of the fleet that was slowly approaching from the depths of the wind and snow.
The national master who was patrolling the grassland left Helan City and came to the Qicheng Village.
No one knew what he was here for. No one dared to disobey him … not even A Da. Although he was a gift from the Tengri Heaven to the grassland, he was also a nominal disciple of the national master.
The fleet stopped in the snow. The national master's weathered and calm voice tore through the wind and snow and entered A Da's ears, "What the Tangs want most is to see us lose our minds."
A Da looked at the Tang army in the opposite wind and snow and said, "I can kill him."
The national master's voice sounded again, "At that moment, you will also be killed."
A Da said firmly, "You are here. I am not afraid."
He was opposing the national master's will. In fact, he was expressing his utmost respect for the national master. He firmly believed that as long as the national master was here, the iron arrow from the south would not be able to hurt him.
Even after the Rite to Light, no one knew exactly how high the state of the national master of the Golden Tribe was. Especially after the rain this spring, no one knew if the grassland powerhouse who served the Tengri Heaven devoutly had any improvement. Under the premise of his vigilance, together with the dozens of powerful grassland high priests, Ning Que's iron arrows might really be stopped.
A Da felt that he should be braver in this situation. He wanted to kill the Tang general and lead the cavalry to crush the Tang army. Only in this way could he inflict pain on the person in the far south.
The Imperial Tutor was silent for a moment before replying to his disciple's trust in him.
"The problem is that we don't know where she is."
Yes, this was the biggest problem. Although the iron arrow pointing at the grassland in the distant south was terrifying, as long as one was prepared, one could always find a way to deal with it. As long as one controlled the state or the output of Psyche Power, the iron arrow could not affect this place at all. But what about the other person?
That person was born and grew up in the Wilderness. Although he had disappeared for decades, as long as he was still alive, he would be the most legendary powerhouse on the grassland and the most horrible demon.
Lin Wu, the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine, the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, the Third Sister of the Academy, Yu Lian … No matter what her name or identity was, she would always be the most feared person of the grassland barbarians.
In recent years, it was rumored that she was in the Eastern Wilderness. Therefore, the powerhouses of the Left-Tent Palace were gradually declining and almost all of them were killed by her. Therefore, the national master and the thirteen priests had been guarding outside the city of Helan.
This winter, the national master finally left the city of Helan and came to the field in the south. No one knew what he was here for, but everyone knew that it must have something to do with Yu Lian.
A Da understood. He looked at the Tang army in the south unwillingly and turned back. He walked into the carriage and retreated to the City of Wei with his teacher.
"I heard that … the Divine Hall is negotiating with the Academy."
"Yes."
"So there can be no war for the time being?"
"Yes."
"Peace? I hate this word. "
"That's for Haotian to decide."
As the master and disciple conversed, the carriages moved further and further away. Not long after, they disappeared into the depths of the wind and snow. Still, no one knew where the Imperial Advisor was going or what he was going to do. However, everyone knew that the Imperial Advisor was waiting for someone to appear. He was waiting for the arrival of the iron arrow. Naturally, he was also waiting for Haotian's choice.
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Haotian decided everything in the human world. To put it simply, it was preordained. There was a sense of helplessness in the word, but also the calmness of obedience. However, Sangsang had already left the human world. How could she tell her will to the billions of believers? When she was silent like she was in the past, the so-called will of Haotian was just the will of Taoism. To be precise, it was the will of the Abbey Dean.
Hengmu stood in front of tens of thousands of cavalrymen and looked at the Verdant Canyon that was destined to be written in the history books. He slowly raised his right arm. On the square of the capital of the Kingdom of Song, the cavalrymen who besieged the followers of the New Stream reined in and retreated. The divine priests and deacons stopped attacking because there was a new order from the Taoist Hall. The Golden Tribe Royal Court was waiting for the Abbey Dean's choice. Chang 'an City was waiting for the Abbey Dean's choice. Everyone was waiting for the Abbey Dean's choice …
Only Long Qing seemed to know nothing. He could not hear the nervous breathing of thousands of people outside the wall and did not receive the latest news from the Divine Hall. He felt that the pile of firewood in the yard was not spectacular enough. He picked up the chopper again and chopped the firewood unskillfully, imagining the fire that would come later.
The night was getting longer and the human world was getting colder. The warm West-Hill Divine Kingdom also had a few heavy snowfalls this winter. The cliff plateau was covered with residual snow. Under the moonlight, the traces of the wheelchair were very clear.
The middle-aged priest stood behind the wheelchair and looked solemn. He thought that Haotian Taoism could solve Ning Que's situation by remaining unchanged. But it seemed that the Abbey Dean did not think so.
"Ning Que only wants Haotian Taoism to suppress the enemy? But … it doesn't make sense. "
The middle-aged priest looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and thought about the possible battle in the distant Divine Kingdom. He frowned and said, "The Headmaster of the Academy is getting darker. The longer we delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for the Academy."
The Abbey Dean sat in the wheelchair and looked at the world under the moonlight. He was calm and silent.
The middle-aged priest suddenly understood and said, "So this is what he wants too."
It was related to the root of faith. He could only vaguely understand it, but he could not explain it clearly.
As he said this, the temperature on the cliff plateau suddenly dropped and the cold wind blew. The bright moon was still in the sky, but snow fell from the clouds somewhere. The snow came very quickly and the thick snowflakes fluttered in the air. It did not take long for the cliff and the wheelchair to be covered with a layer of snow.
The Abbey Dean was also covered by the snowflakes. The words that came out of his lips suddenly became colder after being soaked by the snowflakes, just like the meaning in his words.
"He wants to talk to the world. I also want to know what he wants to talk about. Unfortunately, he has been imprisoned in Chang 'an for half a year. He thought he understood everything, but he was wrong after all."
The Abbey Dean said, "He can't see clearly himself or Ye Hongyu. Most importantly, he can't see clearly what kind of situation the human world is in now."
The middle-aged priest said, "He doesn't stand high enough, so he can't see far enough."
There was no one in the human world who could stand as high as the Abbey Dean.
The middle-aged priest pushed the wheelchair toward the cliff plateau. The wheelchair left two deep marks on the snow, which were then broken by new footprints. It was like the fate line of the human world.
"The story Ning Que told me was very interesting. In the words of the Academy, very interesting means very meaningful. It is indeed difficult to convince people, but at least it can be used to scare people."
The Abbey Dean said with a smile, "The problem is that there is no God in his story. There is no God in that world. But in our world, there is Haotian."
The middle-aged priest's expression became more and more solemn. His footsteps became heavier and heavier. The footprints on the snow became deeper and deeper, as if they were going to be deeply carved into the cliff stones.
Haotian, of course, was the most serious topic.
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"Of course, as I said before, I have to agree with the Academy's judgment. So do I. Taoism will definitely fail, and Haotian will eventually perish."
The Abbey Dean's smile suddenly disappeared. He was expressionless, but the emotions in the depths of his eyes became extremely complicated. At first, he was confused and even afraid, but eventually, he became calm.
"But … so what?"
The master of Haotian Taoism said that Taoism would be destroyed. The most devout believer and the most powerful spokesperson of Haotian said that Haotian would die. If these words were to spread to the human world, what kind of shock and chaos would it bring?
But the Abbey Dean had already calmed down after saying these words. He looked at the human world with a smile, without thinking about anything. He looked so quiet and tranquil, as cute as a newborn child.
"Ning Que was right about one thing … Taoism and the Academy, the Headmaster and I, in a sense, are indeed the same people. We are walking on the same path, and we all have ideas about the human world. It is just that we have chosen different paths. Our views on the future of the world and the future of mankind are different, so the methods we choose and the ultimate goals are also different. Ning Que will not agree with the path I choose, so there will be no peace. How can we really be the same people when we are so different?"
The Abbey Dean said, "As you said, he did not stand high enough, and did not see far enough. He did not see the most important … person. But I did. So the Academy has lost."
The question that Ning Que set for Taoism seemed to be a dilemma, forcing Taoism to remain calm and there was no solution at all. But for the Abbey Dean, the question was actually very simple.
Ye Su's life and Ye Hongyu's departure were not a problem for the Abbey Dean.
The Abbey Dean thought that he could just kill the brother and sister.
He did not care that Ye Su might become a sage, or how far the new church would spread. He did not care that Ye Hongyu would die or betray the Divine Hall of Judgment, or that the Taoism would be in chaos.
He did not care, because everything was predestined. Taoism belonged to Haotian Taoism, and Haotian Taoism. Haotian himself had admitted defeat, so how could her Taoism win?
The world outside the cliff was the human world. It was covered with snow, and it was impossible to tell the sky from the ground, as if they had been connected.
"So what? After all, it is the matter of mankind. If Haotian is dead, then we will find a new one. If Taoism is destroyed, then we will create a new one. That is all. "
The Abbey Dean said.
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