Ning Que sobered up a little when he heard Sangsang's tired voice. He loosened his grip on the hilt of his podao and reached for his waist. He was a Tang from the Academy, so he had no good feelings for these fakes from the West-Hill Divine Palace. Moreover, Sangsang was extremely worried and emotionally unstable. However, there was no need to start a war between the Divine Hall and the Academy if he could avoid using force.
Just as he was about to take his hand out from his waist, an old voice rang out from the depths of the temple. "Mr. Thirteen, you don't have to take it. This is not the Wilderness, and I am not Cheng Lixue."
As the aged voice sounded, the expressions of the middle-aged priest and the knights immediately became serious. A moment later, an elderly priest wearing a crimson divine robe slowly walked out.
Not all Taoists in the West-Hill Divine Palace were qualified to wear crimson robes, especially the red-robed priests who were stationed in various vassal states. They had a status that their peers in the Divine Hall could not reach.
This old red-robed priest had been stationed in the Kingdom of Qi for more than 30 years. Even though he did not have a strong background in the West-Hill Divine Palace, even the emperor of the Kingdom of Qi had to show him enough respect.
Looking at the black horse carriage and Ning Que beside it, the red-robed divine priest's cloudy eyes were filled with vigilance. He thought that this person had already left the Tang Empire's diplomatic corps and went straight to the Lanke Temple. Why would he appear here today?
Hearing the name "Mr. Thirteen," the previously vigilant and cold knights finally knew the identity of the young man beside the black horse carriage. They could not help but feel extremely conflicted.
The Tang Empire was the most powerful country in the world, and the only world that the West-Hill Divine Palace could not control. The Academy and Haotian Taoism had always been enemies. There had been many earth-shattering battles that mortals did not know about, but they had never fallen out with each other.
The respected red-robed priest could not be arrogant in front of a disciple of the Second floor of the Academy, but he would not show any fear either.
Under the protection of the West-Hill Divine Palace, vassal states like the Song and Qi Kingdoms had never experienced the horrors of the Tang cavalry, so they were not afraid. Therefore, the rest of the people in the temple were relatively calm.
Looking at the priest in red, Ning Que said, "Since you know who I am and you don't want those things to happen in the Wilderness, I think we can negotiate. I just need some medicinal herbs from you, and I'm willing to pay for them. I just need you to hurry up."
The red-robed divine priest took the list from the middle-aged subordinate. He frowned and said, "The Academy is indeed worthy of respect, but the Taoism Hall is a place to worship Haotian."
Ning Que could tell that the man was rejecting him. His anxiety and frenzied emotions rose again. He leaned forward slightly and listened to the man's old eyes. He said, "If it was in the past, I would definitely force you to find Ye Hongyu and then humiliate you in front of her. But now I am very anxious, so I beg you to take a good look at the waist token in my hand."
He took out a token from his belt and raised it in front of the priest. The distance was so close that it looked like he had smashed it on the priest's wrinkled face.
The priest in red heard Ye Hongyu's name. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't figure it out. He had lived in Haotian Taoism all his life. Except for the first few years, he had never heard anyone call her by her name.
After a while, he came to his senses and glared at Ning Que. Even if Ning Que was a core disciple of the Headmaster of Academy, it was unacceptable for him to call the great Great Divine Priest of Judgment by her name.
However, when his furious gaze came into contact with the waist token, it immediately froze.
Looking at the ordinary-looking waist token, the priest in red's old eyes were filled with shock. He thought of the rumor he had heard when he returned to the Divine Hall last year. He thought of the little handmaiden beside Ning Que. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and every wrinkle on his face turned pale.
He suddenly felt that he was really old. He had forgotten so many important things. Since Mr. Thirteen of the Academy was in front of him, how could that person not be here?
Being old and muddleheaded meant being muddleheaded. If he was as muddleheaded as himself, how could he continue to be the red-robed divine priest? When he returned to the West-Hill this year, if Commander Luo still refused to let go, then he would comply.
However, so what if he was old and muddleheaded? After 16 years, he finally saw this waist token again. The Great Divine Priest that had been empty for 16 years finally shone again. Everything was enough!
The old red-robed divine priest thought of many things in a very short time after seeing the waist token. Then, he turned to look at the black horse carriage and slowly knelt down.
Seeing this scene, there was a burst of exclamation in the quiet Taoist Hall.
Ning Que was not surprised. He had many waist tokens in his belt. However, people in the world could only remember some of them and often forget others.
However, what happened next still made him feel a little strange.
That red-clothed priest knelt in front of the black carriage, both of his palms landing on the slightly rough stone floor. His grizzled hair trembled slightly as he muttered something. There was no longer the slightest trace of shock or alarm in his eyes, only endless sentimental remembrance, as well as incomparably pious excitement and agitation.
The people present still did not understand what had happened. They did not know who was sitting in the black horse carriage. Even if the Great Divine Priest of West-Hill had come in person, the red-robed divine priest would not have made such a big bow.
Only the middle-aged divine priest vaguely guessed the truth of the matter.
As the red-robed divine priest's most trusted subordinate, he had seen the red-robed divine priest's ecstatic drunkenness many nights after he returned from the West-Hill Divine Palace last year. He had heard something intermittently. Therefore, he knelt down behind the red-robed divine priest without hesitation.
The middle-aged divine priest kowtowed heavily to the black horse carriage. Then, with endless fear or awe, he said in a trembling voice, "Welcome, Lady of Light, to the kingdom of the human world."
The four words, Lady of Light, floated slowly in the building and disappeared without a trace before hitting the wall. However, it continued to sound like thunder in the ears of the people.
Only the dense sounds of cloth rubbing, knees hitting the ground, and heavy kowtows could be heard in the quiet white Taoist Hall. Whether people were standing on the stone steps or reading scriptures, after hearing the middle-aged divine priest's trembling words, they all knelt down as fast as they could.
They worshiped the black horse carriage in awe and did not dare to say a word.
After a long time.
Sangsang's slightly tired voice sounded from the black horse carriage, "Get up, all of you."
No one got up, because the most respected red-robed divine priest was still kneeling in front of the black horse carriage.
From the moment he heard the voice, turbid tears began to flow down his old face. His deep wrinkles were immediately wet, like the cracked earth that had been dry for countless years finally welcoming the spring rain.
His face was covered with tears, and his body trembled. He was so happy that he forgot to stand up.
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(Let me say this, because Mo Yan won the award, I was really happy for a long time, and then delayed some time. Okay, I was mainly packing my luggage and chatting with my parents, so I didn't write much. Tomorrow, I will have to fly for another day. I have to repeat this countless times. The motherland is really f * cking big … I will leave at 8 AM in the morning and try to write some on the plane or at the airport when I have a transfer, and then I will only get home after 9 PM. If I really can't write anymore, then I will change my leave from the Saturday the day after tomorrow to tomorrow and report to everyone.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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