The Kingdom of Qi was located in the southwest and was an inconspicuous country among the countries in the Central Plains. Naturally, its capital city could not be compared to Chang 'an. It was not magnificent, but it was exceptionally clean and quiet. Under the yellowish ginkgo leaves, pedestrians weaved in and out. They looked calm or numb, as if the beautiful scenery on the street and the daily life stories around them could not affect them at all.
For thousands of years, the Kingdom of Qi had been a vassal of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. Haotian Taoism enjoyed a high status here. Carriages bearing the emblem of the Divine Halls of Divine Halls would occasionally pass through the streets, and the people would kneel by the roadside devoutly.
There was a white Taoist Temple in the north of the capital. The exterior of the building was inlaid with various gems, and the edges of the rain path were painted with gold powder. It was obviously modeled after the Divine Halls of West-Hill on Peach Mountain, but much smaller.
The height of this Taoist Temple was even higher than the Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Qi in the center of the capital. Standing on top of the Taoist Temple and looking at the Imperial Palace from afar, one would naturally feel as if they were looking down from above.
This difference in height was a deliberate arrangement, and it was also the true portrayal of the situation for thousands of years.
The succession of the Qi Kingdom's throne had to be approved by the Divine Hall. Regardless of military or diplomatic affairs, the Divine Hall's influence could not be shaken off. Therefore, one could imagine how powerful the Divine Hall was here. The red-robed priest who lived in the Taoist Hall had a status even vaguely higher than the Emperor in Qi Kingdom.
With power came endless wealth and resources. All the citizens of the Kingdom of Qi knew that the most dazzling jewels and the rarest items in the Taoist Temple were not in the Imperial Palace, but in the Taoist Temple.
Wealth was always tempting. Even the most daring and powerful robbers would not dare to steal from the Taoist Temple. No robber would be stupid enough to rob here, because this Taoist Temple was the most heavily guarded place in the Kingdom of Qi. No one dared to easily offend it in Haotian's world.
Just a few days ago, something major happened in the Kingdom of Qi. The Celestial Master Taoism of Longhu Mountain was massacred, and the national master, Celestial Master Zhang, died horribly. The Divine Halls and the royal family of the Kingdom of Qi jointly sent a large number of people to investigate. However, the atmosphere in the capital was still as gloomy as autumn.
The security in the Taoist Temple grew tighter. The knights standing on both sides of the stone steps stared coldly at the passers-by. Their eyes were as cold as ice, as if everyone was a thief in their eyes.
On the quiet street, an ear-piercing and unpleasant sound of friction suddenly rang out. The knights immediately became alert and looked in that direction. Their indifferent eyes were suddenly filled with disbelief.
A black carriage was slowly moving along the street. The black wheels of the carriage rolled over the hard stone road, leaving behind a deep mark. Broken stone chips flew in all directions.
The knights were shocked speechless. They wondered how heavy the black carriage was to create such an effect. Also, what material were the wheels of the carriage made of? How could they not be deformed?
What was even more difficult for them to understand was that although there was a tall black horse in front of the black carriage, it was not pulled by the horse. Instead, there was an extremely thick rope tied to the front of the carriage, which was pulled by a young man.
How strong did this young man have to be to pull such a heavy carriage?
This matter was immediately reported to the Taoist Temple. A middle-aged Divine Priest came out to have a look. When he saw this scene, his face became a little gloomy and a little complicated. A person who could pull this carriage with one hand was certainly not an ordinary person. Although he was vigilant, he did not want to cause any trouble.
The black carriage slowly moved up the ramp and stopped in front of the Taoist Temple. The Big Black Horse lowered its head and panted heavily. It looked extremely tired. Some of the knights who were good horses looked at its smooth fur and could not help but feel sorry for it. They thought that the young man was really bad for raising such a divine horse into a sick one.
"What are you doing here?"
The middle-aged divine priest looked at the young man and asked with a slight frown. As a member of the West-Hill Divine Palace, he carried out decrees on behalf of Haotian in the world. He was used to living a high and mighty life in the capital of the Kingdom of Qi. Naturally, he was arrogant and cold. He thought that his question was very gentle, but he did not know how rude it was to others.
The young man was, of course, Ning Que. If it had been in the past, he would not have been able to accept the West-Hill Divine Palace priests he hated the most speaking to him in the most detestable tone. However, he had come to this Taoist Hall for other matters. Moreover, after the battle at the Red Lotus Temple, his temperament had strangely become much quieter.
"My wife is seriously ill. I heard that the Taoist Temple can cure her, so …"
Ning Que said.
Only then did the middle-aged divine priest realize that the young man had come to seek medical advice. He could not help but frown and was about to reprimand him. However, he recalled the scene of the black carriage rolling over the stone path and suppressed his impatience. He waved his hand and said, "It's not time to put the medicine yet. Come back in three days."
Billions of people in the world were believers of Haotian. The West-Hill Divine Palace had to maintain its rule. In addition to its divine power, it naturally had to give its divine grace at the right time.
The will of Haotian could not be sensed by ordinary people. There were very few divine priests who cultivated in the Divine Skill, and they could not really cure believers in the world. However, the Taoist Temples of each country stored many medicinal herbs and even many rare elixirs. They would provide them to believers for free every once in a while.
Of course, no religion would do business at a loss. The West-Hill Divine Palace was no exception. Therefore, the Taoist Temples of each country strictly controlled the time interval when they put the medicine. They gave believers hope and held it tightly in their hands.
"We don't need the divine priests in the Taoist Temple to treat us. We just heard that the Taoist Temples of each country stored the most medicinal herbs, so we came to take a look. Of course, we will still pay for the medicine."
Ning Que said and then took out a banknote and handed it over.
The middle-aged divine priest was slightly stunned and thought angrily. The medicinal herbs and elixirs in the Taoist Temple were all carefully developed by the predecessors of the West-Hill Divine Palace. How could they be compared to ordinary prescriptions in the world? How could this man buy them with money? It was an insult to the Divine Hall …
Suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he saw the number on the banknote and couldn't help but tremble. He thought that if this was an insult, let alone him, even the esteemed red-clothed priest wouldn't mind being insulted a few more times.
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The middle-aged divine priest's good mood did not last long. When he opened the door and mercifully allowed Ning Que to pull the black carriage and the black horse through the side door of the Taoist Temple, he received a second piece of paper from Ning Que. This thin piece of paper was not a banknote, but a list.
The list was densely packed with words. There were at least 30 kinds of precious medicinal herbs and elixirs, and a large number of them were the secret treasures of the Taoist Temple and were forbidden to be spread to the outside world.
The middle-aged divine priest did not know how this young man knew that these medicinal herbs were hidden in the Taoist Temple. He could not help but be shocked. Even so, he noticed that the handwriting on the list was beautiful and beautiful. It was a rare handwriting.
He took a look at the list and then at the banknote. He said with regret and vigilance, "Although I can feel your sincerity to Haotian, I'm sorry to tell you that many of the medicinal herbs on the list cannot be bought with money. No matter how much sincerity you show, it will be meaningless."
Ning Que looked at the medicine warehouse not far away. At this moment, the sound of Sangsang coughing came from the black carriage. He could not help but frown slightly, and his eyes began to fill with irritation.
After leaving the Green Mountain Red Lotus Temple yesterday evening, he did not continue to the Lanke Temple. Although the carriage had been repaired, it would take him at least ten days to reach the Lanke Temple with his walking speed. Sangsang had been in a coma. The poison and the pain had made her face abnormally pale. Under such circumstances, he could only choose the nearest big city and then find the medicinal herbs he needed.
Before leaving Chang 'an, the Eleventh Brother of the Academy, Wang Chi, had left him more than a dozen prescriptions. However, these prescriptions looked ordinary, but some of the herbs could only be found in the back of the mountain of the Academy. They were hard to find in the world, no matter if it was a prescription to suppress the cold aura or a prescription to detoxify. Other than the Academy, the Taoist Temple had the most rare medicinal herbs. Therefore, Ning Que decided to go to the nearest capital of the Kingdom of Qi.
From yesterday evening until now, he had led the Big Black Horse in one hand and dragged the heavy carriage with the other. He did not sleep, rest, drink or eat, and trudged on the muddy road after the rain. He had actually made it to the capital. One could imagine how much effort and price he had paid.
The only thing that could comfort him was that Sangsang finally woke up in the early morning. Although her coughing became worse and showed no signs of getting better, at least he was relieved.
At this time, Ning Que seemed to be fine, but in fact, his physical strength had been exhausted. His mind was a little dazed because of excessive tension and fatigue. He had almost forgotten everything. He forgot that he was going to the Lanke Temple to participate in the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival. He forgot that he had just fought with Prince Long Qing and the fallen knight. He forgot that he had entered the Knowing destiny State. He only remembered that he had to find the medicinal herbs for Sangsang.
However, just when he was about to get the medicinal herbs, something else happened.
Ning Que was still silent, but the emotions in his eyes became colder and colder. In the depths of coldness, there was a terrifying manic emotion. His hand slowly grasped the hilt of his knife.
Seeing this, the middle-aged divine priest's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He could accept this young man insulting him with silver notes, but he could not accept the young man threatening him with violence. He was a divine priest serving Haotian. Anyone who threatened him with violence was threatening Haotian.
Daring to threaten Haotian was blasphemy.
In the Taoist Temple, the Papal Knights who had been silently guarding at the side slowly pulled out their swords from their sheaths. The Taoists with cultivation states began to silently mobilize their Psyche Power. In their eyes, even if this young man had terrifying power, he would be killed if he dared to pull out his knife from its sheath.
Coughing sounds came from the black horse carriage again. It seemed that the person was in extreme pain.
Ning Que's body trembled slightly. He woke up from the frenzied emotions and looked worriedly at the window.
A thin arm stretched out from the window and gently wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. A weak and pitiful voice came from the carriage.
"I'm so tired. Get in the carriage."
Ning Que could fall asleep with his eyes closed. He was indeed extremely tired, but he could not forget the purpose of his trip. He said, "I want to find some medicines."
Sangsang's weak voice sounded again. She said, "Have you forgotten who I am? If I ask them for some medicines, they would be too embarrassed to refuse. "
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(I was supposed to fly to Chengdu today, but I said yesterday that I canceled it in order to go home earlier to write more words and work harder. But I received a call from 72 in the afternoon, asking when I would arrive and if he could pick me up at the airport for a drink. I said I would not come, I would go home to grab the monthly ticket. He was silent on the phone for a moment, and then he laughed wildly … Finally, he said that the monthly ticket was not something you could grab if you wanted to. Then I said that when I got home, I would prove it to everyone. I'm a guy who doesn't grab anything, but once I grab something, it's amazing. (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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