Xue Yehan heard a lot about the Devil's Doctrine.
They talked about the Devil's Doctrine and the Devil's Doctrine. In short, they talked about the evil and bloody past. For example, a certain Elder of the Devil's Doctrine with the surname Feng was particularly interested in human skin. Another Elder of the Devil's Doctrine with the surname Yun had done things that could even make Elder Feng vomit.
Ning Que listened to the girl in silence. He did not vomit because he had seen more horrible scenes of hell in his life.
Thinking of Mr. Lyu's attitude towards the Devil's Doctrine survivor at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road, he had a deeper understanding of the attitude of orthodox cultivators towards the Devil's Doctrine. However, his own attitude did not change.
Of course, he would not try to persuade Mo Shanshan or other people who followed the teachings of Haotian. Sometimes there was no reason to talk about faith. He could only try to dispel her vigilance in other ways.
"The Devil's Doctrine has withered these years and even disappeared. Why are you still so vigilant?"
Mo Shanshan looked at him quietly and said, "Disappearing doesn't mean that they don't exist. The Devil's Doctrine hiding in the dark is even more terrifying. Especially now that the Desolate Man's tribe is moving south, the Divine Hall has to be wary of the Devil's Doctrine reviving."
Ning Que looked back at the lonely tent in the snow and thought of the Desolate mother and son in the tent. He shook his head and said, "Although the Devil's Doctrine originated from the Desolate Man's tribe, you can't treat all the Desolate Men as members of the Devil's Doctrine. Moreover, it has been more than a thousand years. Perhaps the Desolate Men have already forgotten what happened in the past."
"In the Desolate Man's tribe, the Devil's Doctrine is called the Enlightenment Doctrine."
Mo Shanshan said seriously, "When the Tang Empire defeated the Desolate Man's tribe, the Desolate Men were forced to move north to the Cold Region. Many powerhouses of the Enlightenment Doctrine stayed in the south and scattered to the grassland and the Central Plains. They never stopped attacking the Divine Hall. This is the origin of the Devil's Doctrine."
Hearing the Enlightenment Doctrine, Ning Que naturally thought of the Great Divine Priest of Light who went to the Wilderness to preach and founded the Devil's Doctrine. He also thought of the "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane that was lost in the Wilderness.
Mo Shanshan continued expressionlessly, "Every once in a while, the experts of the Devil's Doctrine will go to the Cold Region of the Far North to select disciples from the Desolate Man's tribe. The Desolate Man and the Devil's Doctrine have a close relationship that cannot be broken. Now that the Desolate Man is moving to the south, how can the Divine Hall not be vigilant?"
Ning Que was puzzled and asked, "Why did the Devil's Doctrine do this? If he wanted to expand his influence in the world, shouldn't he accept disciples? Why did he go through so much trouble to recruit the Desolate Man as a disciple? "
"Of course, the Devil's Doctrine will also develop sects in the south. However, their cultivation method forcibly absorbs the heavens and earth into their bodies. Such an evil and rebellious nature cannot be tolerated by the heavens. When ordinary humans cultivate, it is extremely easy for the Qi of Heaven and Earth to explode and die. However, the Desolate Man's physique is special and is as strong as metal and stone. It is suitable for them to cultivate in the Devil's Doctrine. Therefore, the Devil's Doctrine will definitely choose disciples from the Desolate Man tribes.
Ning Que was silent for a moment. He thought that perhaps it was not the special constitution of the Desolate Man that was suitable for cultivating the Devil's Doctrine, but the Great Divine Priest of Light who founded the Devil's Doctrine had created such a cultivation method because of the special constitution of the Desolate Man.
He looked at Mo Shanshan and said, "You should know the Great Divine Priest of Light who founded the Devil's Doctrine."
Mo Shanshan nodded.
Ning Que said, "If you don't care about the disrespect of the Devil's Doctrine's cultivation method to Haotian, don't you think it is very interesting? The Devil's Doctrine is completely a branch of Haotian Taoism. "
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly and looked into his eyes. She said, "Although the Devil's Doctrine calls itself Light, it worships Yama. How can such an evil doctrine that disrespects Haotian be compared to Haotian Taoism?"
Ning Que thought of the legends he had heard when he was young and was slightly stunned. He asked, "Isn't Yama a legend?"
Mo Shanshan looked back at the distant wilderness and said softly, "Everyone has heard of this legend when they were young, but no one knows where the Underworld is, whether there is Yama, and no one will believe in it. Even the attitude of the Devil's Doctrine is very strange. They believe in Yama, but on the other hand, the people in the Devil's Doctrine are extremely afraid of Yama's arrival. Because in their doctrine, the arrival of Yama means the arrival of darkness. They … don't like darkness."
Ning Que listened to her and thought of the people in the Devil's Doctrine who worshiped Yama in the dark cave but wished they could never meet Yama. He could not help but laugh and said, "What a group of strange and contradictory people."
The night sky was filled with stars. The starlight fell on the white snow covering the wilderness, making the night seem like dawn. The air after the snow was extremely pure, so there was no obstruction to the view. The tents in the middle of the snowfield could be seen from afar. That was the settlement of the Desolate Man's tribe. It was quiet and beautiful like the snow village in the fairy tale.
Ning Que looked at that place quietly. It was difficult to connect the Desolate Man's tribe with the dark legends, the distant past, and the bloody history.
At this moment, a large mass of dark clouds floated over from the south and occupied the entire sky above their heads. The starlight that filled the entire sky was blocked behind it, and not a single trace of it could be seen. The entire world had darkened.
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On the pitch-black snowfield, near the mountain, there were a few lonely tents.
In these tents lived the Desolate Man who were performing the winter ritual like the mother and son.
There were a few protruding rocks in the snow outside one of the tents. Suddenly, the rock moved. It turned out to be three people dressed in black. The material of this kind of black clothes was extremely thick and hard. The hood on their backs covered their faces, so when they silently appeared on the snowy ground, they looked exactly like rocks.
These three black rock-like men in black were deacons from the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall. They were also the soul-reaping messengers in the hearts of the remnants of the Devil's Doctrine and traitors.
When the countries in the Central Plains were still planning for next spring's attack, the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall had already sent a large number of terrifyingly powerful deacons into the depths of the Wilderness.
The Divine Hall's attitude towards the Desolate Man was very simple. It was exactly the same as Ning Que's attitude towards his enemies. A dead Desolate Man was a good Desolate Man. All Desolate Men deserved to die. However, these deacons of the Judicial Department had important tasks and did not have the strength to challenge or provoke the Desolate Man's tribe which had countless powerful warriors.
However, when they met these lone Desolate Men tonight, they could not suppress their disgust towards the darkness. It was as if they had smelled the world's worst stench, like a lynx patrolling at night seeing a mouse crawling in a hole. Even if they were expressionless and silent as rocks, their hearts were trembling with excitement and could not control themselves.
This was because the education they had received since childhood and the environment they had lived in for decades had given them some almost instinctive mental reactions. The cruel killing of the heretics was the greatest source of pleasure in their lives.
Therefore, when these three black rock-like deacons of the Judicial Department walked into the lonely tent, they did not consider the consequences of provoking the Desolate Man's tribe or whether it would endanger the mission of the Divine Hall. They only wanted to kill the source of the stench and kill these big mice cruelly. They comforted themselves by thinking that there were very few Desolate Men. As long as they could kill one more, it would be a great contribution to the cause of light.
A few soft sounds rang out. The unexpected attack allowed them to successfully subdue the Desolate Man's warrior and tie up his wife and son at the same time.
A deacon slowly took off his black hat and looked at the Desolate Man expressionlessly. He slowly reached out and placed his hand on the man's head. He said piously, "In the name of Haotian, I hereby render judgment."
A very faint but extremely pure light without any impurities lit up under the deacon's palm. This light seemed to be able to penetrate solid objects and clearly illuminated the joints in his palm. At the same time, it illuminated the Desolate Man's dark face and the anger and unwillingness in his eyes.
The Desolate Man's wife and son were already dead on the ground beside him. Their eyes were filled with tears of blood.
The next moment, the Desolate Man died painfully under the Haotian Divine Light.
The three deacons of the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall slowly lifted their hats to cover their faces and silently walked out of the tent.
Dark clouds covered the stars in the Wilderness, and the wind and snow blew, flapping their heavy black deacon robes.
Under the shadow of the black hats, the three deacons' pale faces turned a strange red. It took them a long time to calm their heavy breathing due to excitement and then they walked away.
Through the long history, the deacons of the Haotian Divine Hall finally saw their destined enemy again and launched an attack that they had not seen for thousands of years.
What happened on this snowy night was originally qualified to be recorded in the Haotian scriptures or in the history books of the Central Plains countries. However, because what happened later was unfortunately buried by the wind and snow, no one knew about it.
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Ning Que and Mo Shanshan woke up almost at the same time.
They slept in the corner of the tent. It was a little wet and cold, but the reason why they woke up was not because they could not sleep. It was because they sensed that someone was approaching the tent and the person was very powerful.
Mo Shanshan looked at him and said, "I felt the aura of Haotian Divine Light. It should be someone from the Divine Hall."
Ning Que glanced at the Desolate Man mother and son who were still sleeping and frowned. He said, "What should we do?"
Mo Shanshan looked at his eyes and seemed a little puzzled. She asked, "What do you mean?"
Ning Que spread out his hands and said, "If we fight, who should we help?"
Mo Shanshan frowned slightly. She had never thought about this problem. As a believer of Haotian, she should naturally stand on the side of the Divine Hall. Did she even need to think about it?
Ning Que smiled and reminded her, "Don't forget that we are living and eating with the Desolate Man. If the people coming are those ice deacons from the Judicial Department of the Divine Hall, they will definitely think that we are traitors."
Mo Shanshan said calmly, "We can explain that we are trying to find out the enemy's situation."
Ning Que smiled and said, "I don't believe they will believe this explanation."
The tent curtain was lifted and the cold wind blew the snowflakes into the tent. Three black figures like rocks looked silent and solemn under the light of the small fire in the tent.
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