In the abandoned pavilion, Second Brother quietly looked at the disappearing mountain in the distance. There was no extra emotion on his face, only calmness and silence. His ancient hat was upright like a peak, and his hands were behind his back like clouds.
Soon after, in the space where the disappearing mountain was, countless dark clouds suddenly gathered, and snowflakes danced wildly. Then, some transparent and invisible things vaguely appeared in the distance. The invisible barrier was overflowing with colorful lights, and it was extremely beautiful. Then, countless stars could be vaguely seen twinkling in it.
After an unknown amount of time, the twinkling stars suddenly disappeared, and the space where the snow gathered turned pitch-black. The order and rules there seemed to have become static, or it could be said that the time had come to an end.
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky. This bolt of lightning tore through the space for a very long distance, and was as thick as a river. However, there was no sound of thunder, nor any color, but it was extremely pure and milky white.
The earth trembled slightly, and the dark space suddenly collapsed. The mountain peak that had disappeared inexplicably reappeared in the world. Two majestic and powerful auras ran side by side. After the clouds outside the mountain peak were torn into pieces by these two auras, they slowly accelerated according to an unknown pattern and gradually turned into a huge cloud vortex.
Second Brother silently looked at that place, and after a long time, he sincerely praised, "This is the real Tao."
Standing behind Second Brother, Chen Pipi looked at the cloud vortex at the waist of the mountain, and felt that every inch of his skin was a little numb. He carefully sensed the two powerful breaths that were slowly disappearing, and murmured in shock, "They actually broke through the Five States? This is really incredible. How did they do it? "
"If they can take one step, they can take countless steps. At that moment, who knows how many steps they have taken above the Five States."
Second Brother slightly frowned, and then walked towards the mountain.
Since the mountain had reappeared in the world, it could be climbed. The muddy mountain path seemed to have been altered by the great sculptor of time, making it hard and untouchable. The splashes of mud and the pits formed by the crushed mud were like stone sculptures lying quietly on the ground. Even the smallest details could be seen clearly. Thus, it gave off a completely different feeling from usual. Stepping on the mountain path was like stepping on the beautiful rivers and mountains and the history of mankind.
Since the mountain was still there, the top and the cliff were naturally still there, but it seemed to be reorganized by some kind of power, and became a new existence. The cliff stones were broken into white powder, and it was as fine as the beach of the South Sea.
Only a poplar tree was intact, and stood there alone. It should have grown in the cold peak of the Cold Plain, but now it appeared on the beach of the sea. So it was ridiculous.
She was kneeling on the edge of the cliff, and was constantly putting the remaining ashes on the ground into two urns beside her. Her little hands were very carefully, and her slender fingers were gently digging the cracks on the ground. She gently scraped the edges of her palms, and then she held the urns carefully.
She pursed her lips, but did not cry. She opened her eyes widely, and repeated the action mechanically and numbly. Even her bright eyes were not filled with sadness.
This was the first scene that Second Brother and Chen Pipi saw when they reached the top of the mountain. This scene would stay in their hearts for a long time, and make them support the protagonist of this painting in some aspects without any reason.
Walking to the edge of the cliff, Second Brother looked at the floating clouds in front of him, and reached out his hand to feel the two auras that were about to completely disappear. He glanced at the little handmaiden whose skirt was hanging on the ground, and said, "Let them stay here."
"This is my teacher." Sangsang shook her head and said, pointing to the new urns.
She pointed to the old urns and said, "This is young master's teacher."
Then she lowered her head and said, "Young master must want to know what my teacher looks like, and he must want to see his teacher again. So I have to bring them back to young master, and I can't let them be blown away by the wind."
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In the Taoist Hall deep in the Southern Gate Temple.
Li Qingshan, the Nation Master of Tang, stared at the reflection on the dark-colored paulownia floor in a daze. He did not notice how pale and haggard his face was, because at this time there was only that wretched and ridiculous face in his eyes.
He knew that he would never see that face again. Although he sometimes felt helpless and even a little tired of that face in the past years, he still fell into great sorrow at this time.
Was it because of his Senior Brother's slutty behavior, or because he was always like a child in front of him?
Li Qingshan looked at the reflection on the floor and smiled bitterly. People only knew that he was the Nation Master of Haotian South School Temple, but few people knew about his Senior Brother. However, it was his Senior Brother who helped him block Liu Bai's sword. Now that the Great Divine Priest of Light came to Chang 'an, it was still his Senior Brother who stood in front of him.
"Master, drink the medicine."
He Mingchi raised the medicine tray over his head. He knew that his Master was very sad at this time, but as a disciple, he had to protect his Master's health, especially at such a sad moment.
"Put it down." Li Qingshan restrained his pain and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'll drink it later."
He Mingchi put down the medicine tray and silently withdrew from the Daoist hall. Outside the doorway, he picked up the Yellow Paper Umbrella and tucked it under his armpit. After a few steps, he was surrounded by the Daoist priests and nuns in the snowy garden.
The death of Master Yan Se might not cause a ripple among the people, because not many people knew his name. However, these Taoist priests of the Southern School were different. Their faces were full of sadness and anger.
A Taoist nun asked in a trembling voice, "How could that person hide in Chang 'an for so long?"
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It was still snowing outside the courtyard of the Military Ministry. The sky was gloomy as if Haotian was angry. The atmosphere in the room was depressed like the gloomy sky. The generals' faces were full of anger and shame.
"How could that person hide in Chang 'an for so long?"
The one who asked in a low voice was Defender-general of the State Xu Shi of the Tang Empire. After receiving the secret order from His Majesty, he returned to Chang 'an at an unimaginable speed. However, when he entered the city gate at noon, he heard the shocking news.
Among the military generals who had the qualifications and qualifications to cooperate with Master Yan Se, now he was the only one left in the whole world, the first person in the military of the empire. So this news made him angry and more painful.
Defender-general Xu Shi's face was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water. He looked at the crowd and said in a cold voice, "Just this morning, one of the pillars of the Tang Empire fell. I don't care who the enemy is. I only know that His Majesty gave you dozens of days, but you failed to find and kill him."
The generals in the room lowered their heads. Some wanted to refute that it should be the negligence of the Imperial Center Administration. However, facing the angry face of Defender-general of the State Xu Shi and the strong sense of honor deep in their hearts as soldiers of the Tang Empire, they didn't say anything.
"Don't try to shirk the responsibility, unless you forget your identity … You are soldiers! The land under your feet is the capital of the Tang Empire, Chang 'an. Therefore, you have the obligation to ensure the safety here! Instead of letting a person old enough to be your grandfather take the risk to fight! "
He looked at Defender-general of Huaihua and said sternly, "Why didn't you take the initiative to attack at that time?"
Defender-general of Huaihua stood up, lowered his head and said shamefully, "His Majesty strictly ordered to ensure the safety of the residents of Chang 'an. If we used the armored black cavalry, it would be too shocking. Moreover, the opponent was too strong.
Xu Shi slightly narrowed his eyes and suddenly shouted angrily, "Is the Great Divine Priest of West-Hill so great? You are scared out of your wits, so you can only hide like mice and watch coldly like onlookers! When have the Tang Empire's soldiers been so timid? Have there been less cultivators in the Knowing Destiny State who fell under the soldiers' arrows on the battlefield? "
After saying this, he coughed violently and painfully until he couldn't stand up. Defender-general's gray hair fluttered in the wind and the wrinkles around his eyebrows were very deep. The generals in the hall knew that this was the beginning of the general's lung disease. They couldn't help but feel ashamed and anxious. They hurriedly called for the medical officer to come in and treat him.
Xu Shi struggled to straighten up and looked at the generals with a stern expression. He said, "I don't blame you for what happened this morning. After all, it was the South Gate Temple and the Academy who attacked first. But I really want to know how Wei Guangming could hide in Chang 'an for so many days and why no one in the Tang Empire could find him. What on earth happened?"
"Investigate carefully. If the military is lazy or timid, kill them all. If it's the Imperial Center Administration or the South Gate Temple, report to me. I will ask for the imperial decree to kill them and bury them with Master Yan Se!"
The general's painful coughs and angry shouts intertwined for a long time.
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There were four magnificent Taoist Temples on the top of Peach Mountain closest to the sky. When there was no worship ceremony, no one was allowed to come close. Even the Divine Priests were rarely seen. It seemed empty, quiet, and indifferent.
In the dark temple near the edge of the cliff, there was a painful cough. The Confinement of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment was broken by the Great Divine Priest of Light and was injured until now. At this time, when he heard the news of that person's death, he was so emotional that he coughed.
There was no sound in the Divine Hall of Revelation, only silence.
The white temple, which was relatively the simplest, was completely silent. Because the Great Divine Priest of Light who was supposed to be in the temple had not sat on the throne for nearly 15 years, and he would never come back again.
A sigh was heard from the pristine white Divine Hall at the highest point. It was a soft sigh, but it resounded throughout the Peach Mountain like thunder. Then, it became silent all of a sudden.
After an unknown period of time, the majestic voice rang out again.
"How can the successor of light wander in the mortal world? He should be taken back to Taoism."
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On a nameless island in the far south, a Taoist in indigo stood on a high reef, silently looking at the boiling sea in front of him. He had been watching the sea here for many days, but he did not know what mysteries he had seen.
One day, he felt something and turned to look at the mainland. He frowned slightly and said softly, "What on earth did you see? How much of your light will the successor you have found be able to inherit? How much Lucky Chance does he have? "
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"Is this wine? Does it deserve to be called wine? "
In a small remote county of Gushan Commandery, an extremely angry voice sounded in an inconspicuous wine shop near the street. The one who shouted hoarsely and accused the bad tavern was a tall old man whose face was completely red. He wore a purple lamb skin robe and a black overcoat. The material seemed to be extremely expensive, but it was unknown whether it was because it had been weathered for a long time or because of other reasons, but the old man always felt a little old when he wore it.
The wine shop owner was a very strong middle-aged man. He stared at the old man in front of him and spat on the ground fiercely. He said disdainfully, "This is the most famous Jiujiang Double Distilled Wine in Gushan Commandery. What? You have a problem with that? "
The old man angrily lifted the wine bag in his hand and spat everywhere. He said, "Do you think I have never drunk good wine? How can Jiujiang Double Distilled Wine be as bland as your wine? "
The wine shop owner stared at him and pushed him away. He scolded, "I'm giving you face because you are a little old! Don't take it! My Double Distilled Wine is so bland! What can you do? "
The old man trembled with anger. He rolled up his sleeves and was ready to step forward. He shouted, "I can tolerate the taste of chicken soup stewed into white vinegar! But how can I neglect the wine? If I can tolerate it, I can't! "
After a moment.
The old man was beaten out of the wine shop. His originally meticulously combed hair was now a mess, and the black cloak on his body was torn into several large holes. He looked extremely miserable.
The old man stood on the street and shouted at the wine shop, "Country bumpkin, I have to wait for the old man to come out before I dare to come out. You filthy things don't even know the principle of respecting the old and respecting the wise!"
How could a shop that sold fake wine understand such a profound principle? Immediately, a few shop assistants carrying sticks rushed out.
The old man screamed and ran away with his head in his hands. He ran faster than the young people. Even though he ran in a hurry, he still held the wine bag tightly in his hand. It seemed that even the worst wine was better than nothing.
He ran out of the county and came to a dilapidated Taoist temple.
An old yellow bull was eating grass in boredom. Probably because grass was not as delicious as fish or mutton, it was extremely tired and kicked its front hooves angrily from time to time.
Seeing the old man run back to the Taoist temple in embarrassment, the old yellow bull raised its head and mooed, as if laughing at him.
The old man opened the wine bag and drank two mouthfuls. When his breathing gradually stopped, he could not help but shake his head and sigh that people's hearts were not what they used to be. Then he walked to the stone steps of the temple and picked up a piece of firewood to dig into the ashes of the dying fire.
Two pieces of potatoes were dug out from the ashes and rolled on the ground.
The old yellow bull walked over and looked at the old man attentively and affectionately.
The old man was furious. He pointed at the two burnt potatoes with the firewood and shouted, "I told you to watch the fire, I told you to watch the fire. Can you still eat them after they've been burnt to ashes? Can you still call them potatoes? "
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In the far north, in the Tianqi Mountains deep in the Wilderness.
In the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, which had been forgotten for many years.
Ning Que woke up, but he could not remember what had happened.
He looked around the dark room blankly and found that the hill made of white skeletons had collapsed into rubble. There were only two iron chains left where the old monk was, and the front end of the chains was a pile of ashes.
Then he remembered everything and his body suddenly relaxed.
However, looking at the pile of ashes, he did not know why there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart.
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