The middle-aged priest looked pale. His tranquil Taoist Heart, which could never be shaken by the spring rain and autumn wind, suddenly trembled uncontrollably and even showed signs of collapse.
What he heard, the hidden meaning behind the words, and the Abbey Dean's thoughts were too cruel and terrifying for the followers of Taoism.
It was said that the Great Divine Priest of Light was the closest to Haotian. But he knew that the Abbey Dean had always been the closest to Haotian since a thousand years ago.
When Haotian came to the human world a few years ago and the Abbey Dean met her, the closeness became real in a theological sense. They did not see each other, but met each other.
Was he afraid because he saw her? No, he was no longer afraid after seeing it. He dared to think about it, kill it, destroy it, and seize it. Compared to this, whether it was Lotus' ambition, the Academy's ideals, or Haotian's own thoughts, they were all inferior. Ning Que's question was even more ridiculous.
The middle-aged Daoist did not question his judgment. He looked at the snow on the cliffs and felt the cold wind blowing against his face. He suddenly felt a little sad because he was about to see the destruction of a complete old world. The old world that he had once worshiped and protected with all his heart, the world that he cared about.
"Is there really … no other way?"
"The flame of the New Stream will burn the entire human world. The old Taoism and the old Divine Halls will all become the new sacrifices in the fire. Even if the Headmaster of Academy and the Tang Empire are destroyed, Taoism cannot change the result. But why should we be sad? It's just Nirvana. We should celebrate. "
"Is the Nirvana that Buddha mentioned going to happen in this winter?"
"That monk only cares about himself. Why would he care about the entire human world?"
"What should we do next?"
"The fate of the human world was decided by Heaven …"
The Abbey Dean turned his eyes from the night sky to the world of wind and snow at the foot of the mountain. He looked at it for a while and continued, "But now it's in the human world. Of course we have to find her first."
Ning Que asked him to care more about the human world. In fact, he had always cared about it more than anyone else. How could he not care about it when it was supposed to be in Heaven?
After saying this, the Abbey Dean said no more. He looked at the wind and snow outside the cliff, at the villages and fields on the other side of the wind and snow, and at the moonlight that could not be stopped by the wind and snow. He smiled and said nothing.
On the curtain of the night, the clouds were sometimes in the east, and sometimes in the west. Although snowflakes kept falling, they could not cover everything. The moonlight shrouded the whole world.
The wind on the cliff rolled up the snowflakes and danced with the moonlight. As the night deepened, it became colder and colder. The Abbey Dean sat in the chair for a long time, but he was still energetic.
A few years ago, during the battle in Chang 'an, he was seriously injured by the disciples of the Academy with the help of the God-stunning Array. Later, he met Sangsang and was punished by Haotian. Since then, he had become a disabled old man with his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow destroyed. Logically speaking, it would be extremely difficult for him to endure such a bitter cold night. However, he just sat there quietly without coughing. His face was not pale, and there were even two red spots on his cheeks. His expression was always so calm.
His eyes were filled with a yearning for the beautiful scenery of the world, and he was curious about the moonlight, snowflakes, and the sky that sprinkled moonlight and snowflakes. He was as innocent as a child.
Hengmu and A Da, the Divine Sons left by Haotian in the human world, often looked innocent as well. However, that innocence came from their alienation from the human world and their own age.
The Abbey Dean's innocence was different. He looked at the human world quietly and thought about it. He seemed to be ignorant and omniscient. He was a little dull, but not disgusting. He was a little cute, but not annoying. He was different from Hengmu and the others. He was also different from the previous Abbey Dean. He was calmer, like an unintentional cloud that floated out of the mountain, pure and admirable.
When he entered Chang 'an, he flew in the wind like an immortal. In the eyes of the common people, he was like a real immortal. After he was disabled, he became a real mortal. From an immortal to a human, he was a Zhenren.
The middle-aged priest looked at him in the chair and felt the innocent aura. He vaguely understood something and sighed with emotion. It turned out that there was a world above the tranquility.
The Abbey Dean suddenly moved. His hands left his knees and slowly landed on the armrests of the wheelchair. The snow under his palms melted into spring water due to the heat. His expression was as pleasant as spring water.
The middle-aged priest was shocked and speechless. He was shocked because his guess had become a reality. It seemed that the guess that excited him was about to become a reality.
The middle-aged priest's hands on the wheelchair trembled a little.
The Abbey Dean's scheme was broken by the Academy and his people were hurt in Chang 'an. However, it was Haotian who really turned him into a mortal. What did this mean?
The Abbey Dean stood up and left the wheelchair.
It was like the action that human beings had done tens of thousands of years ago.
The snowflakes mixed with the moonlight fell slowly on the cliff plateau. The cold wind kept blowing, making the Abbey Dean's indigo Taoist robe flutter. However, it could not mess up his white hair.
"Look, it really looks like a dog."
The Abbey Dean looked at the night sky and said slowly.
The middle-aged priest did not understand what the Abbey Dean meant. He also did not know that twenty years ago, the Headmaster of the Academy raised his cup to the sky and said something that sounded different but actually had the same meaning.
After saying this, the Abbey Dean clasped his hands behind his back and walked down the cliff in the wind and snow. His indigo robe fluttered in the wind and snow. In the deep night, he left Peach Mountain and disappeared.
Looking at the footprints left by the Abbey Dean, the middle-aged priest was silent. The Abbey Dean had already walked down Peach Mountain. All he could see was his back view and his heart filled with awe.
After a long time, he came to his senses. He looked at the wheelchair and smiled. He pushed the empty wheelchair to the edge of the cliff and pushed it down.
The cliff was so high that the sound of falling snow could be heard. Naturally, the sound of the wheelchair falling could not be heard here. No one knew when the Abbey Dean would return to the Peach Mountain.
The middle-aged priest quickly calmed down. He was a true powerhouse of Taoism and he had absolute confidence in the Abbey Dean. Taoism had existed for countless years and had produced many great figures. They had contributed a lot of wisdom to mankind. For thousands of years, the glory of the human world seemed to be concentrated on the Headmaster of the Academy and the Headmaster of the Academy. But Taoism was still Taoism and the Abbey Dean was still the Abbey Dean.
The middle-aged priest left the cliff plateau and went to the Divine Hall of Revelation.
No one knew what he said to Zhao Nanhai in the Divine Hall. But then Zhao Nanhai silently followed him to the Divine Hall of Judgment. At that time, the Hierarch had already arrived.
Looking at the woman wearing the Divine Robe of Judgment on the terrace, the Hierarch admired her. She walked to the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade in the moonlight and bloomed like a flower of blood.
He had always admired her. He had liked her since they were little. But he had to kill her today. The Abbey Dean had decided the life and death of her and her brother.
"Please give me a real explanation."
"Sorry, I can't say."
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