The Southern Gate Temple at the foot of the imperial city was quiet, even a little lonely. Taoists and nuns walked quietly, occasionally looking up at the young Taoist standing outside the temple, and then quickly lowering their heads.
The young Taoist was holding a yellow umbrella under his arm, and his face was calm and gentle. He was He Mingchi, the first disciple of the Nation Master of Tang. Everyone in the Southern Gate Temple knew that He Mingchi was a gentle and kind person. However, for someone of his status to personally guard the door, one could imagine how important the conversation in the temple was. No one dared to make a sound and disturb him.
Deep in the temple, there were two beautiful cotton cushions on the black wooden board. Nation Master Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se and said slowly, "Senior Brother, that person should be coming to Chang 'an."
In front of the emperor and his respected Senior Brother, Li Qingshan would habitually return to his playful appearance. However, today his expression was extremely serious, and there was a hint of serious inquiry on his face.
Master Yan Se took a deep look at him, and there was no usual wretchedness in his deep-set eyes, but some hidden sadness. He said indifferently, "It was not easy for the Great Divine Priest to escape from that dark place. Why does he come to Chang 'an? Who is he looking for, or is he courting death? "
Li Qingshan smiled bitterly and said, "The Great Divine Priest of Light of the Divine Hall, the second most powerful person in Peach Mountain. Such a person … Even if he comes to Chang 'an to court death, he will surely shock the whole world."
After a moment of silence, Master Yan Se said, "The reason. I want to know why he comes. "
Li Qingshan took out a very thin letter from his arms, and put it on the black floor. He said, "According to the speculation of the Hierarch Lord, it should be related to the thing that happened 14 years ago."
Master Yan Se slightly frowned, and did not continue this topic. It seemed that even the two brothers did not want to talk about the thing that happened 14 years ago.
"What does this letter say?"
"When he escaped from the Divine Hall, he used some means to easily push down the Confinement. The Great Divine Priest of Judgment's Taoist Heart was tied to the Confinement, and he was badly injured by the backfire. Other Divine Priests and Taoists were also killed or injured. The Temple has deduced that he will come to the empire, so they hope that we can capture or kill him at all costs. "
Li Qingshan noticed that his Senior Brother's eyes seemed to sink deeper after hearing this. He paused for a while and continued in a low voice, "The letter also said that the Great Divine Priest of Revelation has led the masters of the Revelation Institute to the border ahead of time. As long as the imperial court agrees, they are willing to come to Chang 'an City to assist us."
"If it weren't for the fact that the Judicial Department was injured and most of its power was invested in the Wilderness, the Revelation Institute wouldn't have to deal with this matter. However, I really didn't expect that my old friend, who had been imprisoned for so many years, was still alive. Instead, he seemed to be getting brighter and brighter. If it weren't for the current situation, with his ability, he might really be able to find the" Ri "Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane for the Divine Hall."
It was hard to tell whether Master Yan Se was praising or sighing.
Hearing the words "Tomes of Arcane", Li Qingshan slightly raised his eyebrows and said, "The Wilderness is already in turmoil, but the" Ri "Handscroll has been lost for a long time. Perhaps it is not even in the Desolate Man's tribe. Therefore, all parties only send the younger generation to try to find it. Senior Brother, if your old friend reappears in the world, he will be much more important than the other side."
Master Yan Se shook his head and did not continue to discuss this issue. He asked, "What did His Majesty say?"
"At the beginning of His Majesty's ascension to the throne, when the imperial court was handing over to the new, the man did such a thing in Chang 'an City. His Majesty had long wanted him dead. But His Majesty's attitude was very clear. Even if he had to be killed, it could only be done by the empire itself. People from the Divine Hall were absolutely not allowed to enter the country and intervene. "
Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se and said after a moment of silence, "Senior Brother, you were very close to him at that time. You'd better leave this matter to me."
Master Yan Se shook his head and said expressionlessly, "Since it is a matter of Haotian Taoism, there is no reason to ask the Academy for help. But it is impossible to kill him with the power of the South School and the Imperial Center Administration."
Li Qingshan said, "You can't judge things in the world only by impressions. Nothing is impossible."
Master Yan Se looked at him and said directly, "He used to be stronger than you. I believe he is stronger now than before."
Li Qingshan smiled and said, "There were several very interesting stories recorded in the Huayang Market of the South School. There was once a Knowing Destiny Grand Cultivator from the South Jin Kingdom who was traveling in the Great River Kingdom. As a result, he was killed by a rascal who was greedy for money."
Master Yan Se knew what he wanted to express and could not help frowning.
Li Qingshan filled the teacup in front of his Senior Brother and said with a smile, "Although I am not talented, I also entered the Knowing Destiny Realm many years ago. As the Nation Master of Tang, I am much stronger than that rascal."
"Above the Great God's throne and under the Firmament."
Master Yan Se looked at Li Qingshan and said slowly, "Junior Brother, you have to remember this sentence."
"Anyone who can sit on the Three Great Divine Thrones in the Peach Mountain is qualified to stand under the Firmament and overlook the secular world. In Haotian Taoism, the hierarch's position is the most noble. But in terms of Taoist Heart cultivation, the hierarch is not necessarily much stronger than the Three Great Divine Thrones. But the person you are determined to kill is the Great Divine Priest of Light, who is known for his wisdom and Taoist Heart. "
Li Qingshan smiled and said nothing more.
Yan Se knew that he did not really listen to these words. He could not help but sigh in the bottom of his heart. Thinking of the temperament of his old friend, he shook his head and said, "Do your best. If it is not easy, don't worry about it. All the fate, Haotian will arrange it."
After Li Qingshan left, Master Yan Se sat on the black wooden floor and was in a daze for a long time. His old and thin body looked more lonely against the cold pillars and floor.
After a long time, he picked up the cold tea in front of him, dipped his finger in the tea, and wrote a word on the floor. Then he reached out his hand to the greasy and dirty Taoist robe and wiped it clean. Then he got up and left.
The tea marks on the black wooden floor gradually disappeared, leaving only some very light water stains. If you looked carefully, you could vaguely see that it should be the word "Chaos".
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The old man's name was Wei Guangming.
It was not because the old man was the Great Divine Priest of Light. In fact, more than 80 years ago, shortly after he was born, he got such a name when he was still a baby. After having this name for decades, he became the Great Divine Priest of Light and enjoyed the love and awe of millions of believers in the world.
At that time, he understood that it was not only a drink and a peck, but also a name contained the will of heaven. If Haotian did not make a choice before he was born, how could his parents, who had been farmers for generations in the Kingdom of Song, take out such a name?
As the most respected Great Divine Priest of Light of Haotian Taoism, although the old man had been imprisoned for more than ten years, there were still countless priests and powerhouses in the Divine Hall who were willing to sacrifice everything for him. There were also countless loyal subordinates in various Taoist temples in the world. Now that he had escaped from the Fan Prison at the foot of Peach Mountain, there were naturally people who helped him to come to Chang 'an quietly.
Getting off the carriage outside the great city, the old man walked along the deep and thick South Gate. With drooping eyes and bent body, he slowly walked forward on the stone road. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something. The moment his right foot stepped on the Vermilion Bird Avenue, it slightly stiffened, and then he took it back and turned to the East.
In the eyes of the passers-by, the old man was just a little inconvenient in his legs. They did not notice anything strange, nor did they know that at the moment when the old man's right foot was about to step on the street, the Vermilion Bird painting deeply engraved on the stone ground far away from the Vermilion Bird Avenue slowly opened its eyes.
After a long time, the eyes of the Vermilion Bird painting slowly closed again.
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"What a big array."
The old man smiled and thought to himself as he walked slowly on the streets of the East City with his hands behind his back.
After a while, the old man slowly walked beside a well in an alley. His indifferent and muddy eyes fell on a withered yellow leaf beside the well, and his brows gradually furrowed.
The leaf was withered and yellow, and the veins were still there. It looked normal, but in the eyes of the old man, it was extremely unusual. In his eyes that could see all the darkness in the world, all the sceneries, street scenes, and life in the city seemed to be covered with a very thin layer of gauze. It did not cover the truth, but covered the fate that circulated between heaven and earth.
The old man walked to the inconspicuous inn at the end of the alley with his hands behind his back. He shook his head and thought with emotion,
"What a big array."
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The big array of Chang 'an City had not been activated, but it had already covered the mystery of heaven, so that the old man could not see the Dark Shadow that he had been chasing for 14 years. However, the big array that made him admire and vigilant did not find out that he was a peerless powerhouse from the West-Hill, and did not give any warning.
Because he was not the Great Divine Priest of Light now. He had restrained all his aura and ability, and even completely forgotten his Taoist Heart. Now he was just a very ordinary, very ordinary skinny old man.
He picked an ordinary inn to stay in. In the following days, he walked around Chang 'an City with his hands behind his back and his body hunched. He went to some ordinary places of interest, went to some ordinary markets, ordered some ordinary dishes, drank some ordinary fragrant jasmine, and listened to some ordinary folk songs. He spent some ordinary winter time like the most ordinary old man in Chang' an City.
Until the winter gradually came and the coldness became stronger, he went to buy an ordinary thick cotton-padded jacket.
An ordinary old man did not need too much sleep. One morning, he got up when the sky was just bright. He wandered around casually and came across a stall selling hot and sour noodle slice soup. He smelled the fragrance and bought a bowl. When he left, someone knocked over the front of his cotton-padded jacket.
A little girl came over with a food box and looked at the embarrassed old man expressionlessly. She pulled out a big towel from her sleeve like a magic trick and wiped the stain for him. Then she bought another bowl of hot and sour noodle slice soup for him.
The old man thanked her, but she shook her head, indicating that there was no need. Then she left with the food box.
The old man was stunned. He handed the bowl of hot and sour noodle slice soup in his hand to an old beggar from the Yan Kingdom who was thinner than him. Then he followed the little girl from a distance.
The old man followed the little girl to an alley called Lin 47th Street and saw a small shop called Old Brush Pen Shop. He watched the little girl working hard in the shop for a whole day.
The more the old man looked at her, the more he felt that the little girl was fresh and delightful. She was extremely clean from her appearance to her temperament, like an absolutely transparent glass bead. As long as there was a little sunshine, it would definitely shine brightly.
The little girl's skin was a little dark.
But it was also so clean and bright.
So the Great Divine Priest of Light from West-Hill stood in Lin 47th Street and couldn't help admiring her with joy.
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(It's been a long time. Brothers and sisters, I'm tired. I've had ten days off. I'm not qualified to complain, so I can only talk about my thoughts. There are some problems with the Internet at home, so I haven't been online these days. I'm a few days late. I sincerely wish everyone a happy New Year and a healthy family. Finally, a more sincere thank you. Finally, I must add that I haven't updated for ten days. I just entered the upload password for half an hour. Half an hour! I'm so …) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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