So it was Little Aunt-Master's words. Ning Que looked at the faintest light in Chang 'an City in the distance. After a long silence, he asked, "Teacher, do we really have to go to the Lanke Temple?"
The Headmaster said, "It's up to you. But if you don't go, no one will be able to answer your doubts, not even me. And I always feel that this trip to the Lanke Temple is your Lucky Chance. "
Ning Que asked, "What kind of Lucky Chance?"
"I'm not a person who believes in destiny." The Headmaster said, "However, after seeing many things over the years, I gradually feel that my views are too stubborn. I have some new understandings. Fortuitous encounters are not something that is destined to happen by the Heavenly Dao. Instead, some people living in this world, because of the ideals in their hearts, even a single thought will begin to affect the environment and people around them. In the end, it will affect the other party who is extremely far away. "
"Until you meet them, the thoughts in your mind will turn into actual stories. Then, you will go back to the beginning of the story, and you will often find that what you want in the end is what you want. This is probably fate."
The Headmaster continued, "Sangsang might be able to recover on her own, but it would be better if she could take a look at the little monk in the Lanke Temple. You have inherited your Youngest Uncle's legacy, so you still need to learn some Buddhist Dharma to dilute the hostility. You have to figure out if you are the Son of Yama, and you should go and see what the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival is all about. It is your Lucky Chance that you need to do all this."
Ning Que said absent-mindedly, "It sounds like what the monks say, but I don't understand."
The Headmaster said, "You'll understand if you listen more to the monks."
"Will it be dangerous?"
"You'll get hit by a carriage while walking."
"Teacher, I'll take your words as a tacit agreement."
"Since when did I recognize him?"
Ning Que withdrew his gaze from Chang 'an and looked down at his knees. He said, "If even you think it's dangerous, what about me and Sangsang?"
The Headmaster smiled and said, "Without simmering it for three days and three nights, how can the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall be achieved? If you don't … "
Ning Que raised his hands and begged for mercy. He said painfully, "I've heard what Youngest Uncle said so many times. Teacher, you don't have to say it again."
The Headmaster said, "Let's go and take a look. We won't know until we see."
Ning Que sighed and said, "The world is so wonderful."
The Headmaster said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to receive it so well."
"What's good about it?"
"There's a rhyme."
"I just feel bored."
It was still windy tonight, and the cliffs were very gentle. However, Ning Que was not in a relaxed mood. He asked with a gloomy expression, "Teacher, you are a man of great ability. Can't you see the future?"
The Headmaster said, "The end of cultivation is time. Even though I have lived longer than ordinary people, I am not old enough to experience the last Underworld Invasion. I did not see what happened before the Everlasting Night. It is probably because of this that I cannot fully understand the" Ming "Handscroll. I do not know how this story will develop. Now that you are a character in this story, I do not know what changes will happen to you in the future. But I hope it will be good."
Ning Que asked, "Are there still people in this world who experienced the last Underworld Invasion?"
In the past, he did not believe that cultivators could live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. However, as he entered the back of the mountain of the Academy and became more knowledgeable, he began to wonder if there was such a thing as immortality in the world.
The Headmaster said, "I know two people who experienced the last Everlasting Night."
Ning Que did not expect that there would be such people. He asked in surprise, "What kind of people?"
The Headmaster seemed to have thought of something, and his expression became a little complicated. He said indifferently, "A drunkard and a butcher … But they do not care about the affairs of the world. I am afraid they are not people."
Ning Que once again thought of the strange dreams he had.
In one of his dreams, a drunkard and a butcher appeared. They stood beside him and stared at him. In another dream, the Headmaster snatched the wine bag from the drunkard's hand and drank a mouthful. Then, he snatched a pig's hind leg from the butcher's back and took a bite. Could the Headmaster be talking about those two people?
Ning Que was shocked and said, "Teacher, do you really not want to hear my dream?"
The Headmaster looked at him and said with a smile, "Do you still not understand? That is your own dream after all. "
At this point, Ning Que finally understood what the Headmaster meant.
Any story needed to be advanced in order to know the future development. Any scene had to be seen with one's own eyes in order to know what color it was. Whether one was the Son of Yama or what would happen in the future, one had to walk in the story and then choose. In other words, one was the author.
The Headmaster floated away.
Only Ning Que was left on the dark cliff. Looking at the night sky and the flowing clouds, he thought of what Master Lotus said to him before he died and frowned.
"You have joined the Devil. If you want to cultivate the Devil, you must first cultivate the Buddha. Then please walk bravely into the night. Although you have no chance of success and may die as soon as you start on the road, I still wish you well and curse you. "
He silently repeated these words, then stood up and waved his hand at the darkness that occupied his entire field of vision, saying, "If you really are the Netherworld King, if I really am your son, then please remember that when Teacher can't protect me, you must protect me a little."
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In the West-Hill, on the lush spring Peach Mountain, the black Divine Hall of Judgment exuded a cold and murderous aura. The hall was extremely spacious. Hundreds of priests in red robes and deacons in black kneeled on the smooth and flat ground, looking like a red flower in the dark night on the ground.
The priests and deacons had been kneeling for a long time and their knees were already aching. But no one dared to get up or even look up. They looked down at their own reflections on the smooth floor of the Divine Hall and saw the humble expressions on their faces. Even they could not understand why they were so humble. A deep fear from the bottom of their hearts made their bodies stiff. As a result, the red flower in the dark night on the ground became a little rustling. Instead of feeling beautiful, it could only make people feel cold and bloody.
For countless years, the Judicial Department of the West-Hill Divine Palace had been like this. People in the Judicial Department dealt with horrible punishments all day long and believed in the principle that the strong would always be strong. So no one was unfamiliar with this atmosphere.
The Divine Hall of Judgment did not change much. It was still empty and cold. The blood-like Seat of Heavenly Black Jade was still there. But the bead curtain in front of the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade had been broken into bead powder in the battle a few days ago and could no longer be repaired. In the end, it was swept into the garbage by the handymen and disappeared.
The bead curtain had been in the Divine Hall of Judgment for many years and added a lot of mysterious and horrible aura to the powerful man on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade. People were used to the existence of the bead curtain. Now they had to get used to the bead curtain because the powerful man on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade was dead.
Now sitting on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade was a young and beautiful girl. Of course, in the eyes of the subordinates of the Judicial Department, the girl's body now had some kind of divinity. Because they could not look at her directly, they did not have the concept of beauty in the secular world. She represented power and horror.
After a long time, Ye Hongyu sat on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade with her hands supporting her chin. She remained silent and expressionless. She was extremely calm, which made her look extremely cold.
When she did not speak, the entire Divine Hall of Judgment did not dare to make any sound. All the divine priests and deacons knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up. They did not even dare to guess what was going on. Some timid people clenched their teeth in fear and found that the sound was so clear that they almost fainted.
Ye Hongyu looked at the people who knelt respectfully in front of the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade and listened to their nervous and frightened breathing. She recalled what she had seen and experienced over the years. There was a faint sense of mockery and disgust in her beautiful eyes. She even felt a little tired.
A divine priest walked in from the side of the Divine Hall and bowed respectfully in front of the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade.
Ye Hongyu waved her hand in annoyance.
The divine priest opened the thick dossier and looked at the people who knelt in fear in front of the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade. He said expressionlessly, "The merciful and majestic Haotian has guided people out of the dark Wilderness. The apostles with sharp swords have broken the ice in the ancient river and stand in front of the bonfire to announce to the people …"
Like the change of dynasties in the secular world, the inheritance of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment would always set off a storm of blood. As the indifferent voice of the divine priest sounded, 14 red-robed divine priests and deacons in black were dragged out of the Divine Hall of Judgment. There were sounds of axes chopping and cries from time to time outside the hall.
These 14 divine priests and deacons were the staunch supporters of the former Great Divine Priest of Judgment. Some of them had to die. They might have to live to continue to contribute to the West-Hill Divine Palace. The dead should be rejoiced because the living would spend the rest of their lives regretting their foolishness when the Tao Addict lost her power.
The divine priest's voice echoed in the empty Divine Hall of Judgment. As the names were called out one by one, the subordinates of the Judicial Department who knelt on the ground became more and more frightened. No one knew if their name would be called. Only the commanders of cavalrymen of Divine Hall in black and gold armor who knelt in the middle seemed relatively calm.
The commanders of cavalrymen of Divine Hall were directly under the jurisdiction of the Judicial Department. But after the death of Prince Long Qing two years ago, the power of personnel and punishment of cavalrymen of Divine Hall was transferred from the Hierarch Lord to the commander of the divine guards, Luo Kedi. And these commanders believed that although they were not respectful to the current Great Divine Priest of Judgment, they were not those powerless divine priests who only knew how to read scriptures. They were powerhouses in the Seethrough State.
The Judicial Department was very realistic. As long as one had enough power, he could redeem the corresponding sins and be qualified to continue living. After all, the West-Hill Divine Palace ruled the world by executors like them.
However, what no one in the temple expected was that the priest's gaze finally landed on the gorgeous black and gold armor of these cavalry commanders. He then slowly read out their names.
"Zi Mo."
"Yuan Jun."
"Liu Xiao."
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Hearing their names, the commanders of the cavalrymen of Divine Hall could not suppress their fear and bewilderment. They raised their heads and looked at the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade one after another. However, they found that the girl sitting on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade was supporting her chin with her hands and eyes closed, as if she had fallen asleep.
The cavalry commander named Zi Mo was the most qualified and the most powerful among them. He looked at his colleagues who were frightened but did not know what to do. He shook his head and slowly stood up, patted his knees, looked at the girl on the throne and asked slowly, "Why?" If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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