The people near the white stone altar knew that the Academy would come, but they did not know when. This kind of waiting was undoubtedly a kind of mental torture, so they looked solemn and silent. This kind of silence, in a sense, represented the respect and even awe of the Academy. However, at this stage, no one believed that the Academy could still win, even though they were in awe.
Liu Bai's sword, the Hierarch and the Judgement, the national master of the Golden Tribe, the generals of the royal court, and Qi Nian of the Buddhism Sect were all powerful cultivators. Though none of them were as powerful as the Abbey Dean, this was not the Verdant Canyon or Chang 'an. This was the home field of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. With the tactical array and manpower that Haotian Taoism had accumulated over the years, Mr. First, Mr. Second, and even Mr. Third, who was rumored to be the Twenty-Three-year Cicada Cultivation, were all here. Not to mention that Qi Nian and the national master had vaguely guessed the secrets of the Divine Hall of Light, and those in the Divine Hall knew about the Drunkard and the Butcher. This was not something that the Academy could fight against.
Ignorance always made sense, especially on the religious Peach Mountain. Unlike the bigwigs around the altar, the tens of thousands of devout believers who had just woken up from the rain of peach blossoms had no idea of the hidden dangers of today's Rite to Light. They did not know who the fat man on the altar was either. They only knew that since he was the sacrifice for the Rite to Light, he must be a rebellious and evil person.
The believers stood on their tiptoes, trying to see the fat man more clearly. They stared at him with disgust and even hatred. If looks could kill, Chen Pipi would have been riddled with holes.
Chen Pipi was fat and thick-skinned. He stood on the white stone altar, facing the tens of thousands of hostile eyes. He seemed to be unaware of them, and then he did something that no one expected.
This was the Rite to Light, a sacred altar. Everyone was waiting to see him burn to death, but he did not have any self-awareness as a sacrifice. He was either crying and repenting, or he was so nervous that his face turned pale, or he was like all the great devils in history, angrily rebuking the Heavens and then being struck by lightning. He sat on the altar.
Chen Pipi felt it was too tiring to stand. Besides, when he was escorted out of the You Prison, he felt cold and uncomfortable. The altar was warmed by the autumn sun, so it should be more comfortable to sit. So he chose to sit. Why would he care about the murderous eyes and the sacred ceremony? Get this straight, I'm the one being burned to death, okay? Am I supposed to pay attention to my appearance at this time? Do you think I'm the Second Brother?
The altar was indeed warm, even a little hot. Chen Pipi tilted his body and showed his left buttocks to the hierarch behind him. Then he opened his shirt and started fanning himself.
"This damned autumn."
He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and shouted to a West-Hill Divine Guard below the altar, "It seems that you are still waiting for someone. Can you give me some water?"
The expression on the West-Hill Divine Guard's face was very stiff. He had never seen a prisoner on death row like this. He was clearly about to die, but he did not show any fear and even wanted to drink water.
The VIPs who came to attend the Rite to Light were very close to the white stone altar. When they heard Chen Pipi's words, their expressions changed. Monk Guan Hai put his palms together and silently chanted the name of Buddha. He thought to himself that this man was indeed Ning Que's Senior Brother. Even his style of doing things was the same … indescribable.
Qi Nian silently thought to himself that Chen Pipi was indeed a disciple of the Academy. He was still so ferocious even in the face of death. Emperor Yan Chongming frowned and thought to himself, "This man is obviously not a Tang, but why does he speak and act like one?" Ye Hongyu in the sacred sedan thought to herself, "This guy is still so thick-skinned."
General Lebu, the most powerful martial artist in the Golden Tribe Royal Court, looked at Chen Pipi on the altar and said in a low voice, "You are about to be burned to death by the Divine Fire. Are you afraid of thirst?"
Chen Pipi acted as if he did not hear the sarcasm in General Lebu's words. He looked at him and explained seriously, "Being burned to death is completely different from dying of thirst. The West-Hill Divine Palace has to keep their promise, right?"
General Lebu's face turned ugly upon hearing his words.
Chen Pipi looked at him and shook his chubby index finger contemptuously. He continued, "Don't think that you can humiliate me just because I can't beat you now. If I were still the same old me …"
Lebu's face turned even darker. He took a step forward and then returned to the side of the Nation Master.
Chen Pipi looked at the footprint left by his right foot on the hard ground and thought to himself, "Damn it, even if my Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow is not destroyed, I probably can't beat this man."
The Academy was particular about taking things for granted. The disciples of the back of the mountain liked to take things for granted and were used to using the word "so" everywhere. He was so ashamed that he became angry.
He rolled up his sleeves and walked down the altar. He yelled at Lebu, "If my father is not destroyed, he can crush you with his little finger. Any of my Senior Brothers and Sisters can beat you until you cry for your parents. What right do you have to be so arrogant in front of me? Beat me to death now if you can! "
The sacrificial offering of the Rite to Light walked down the altar by himself. It was a funny scene. It was chaos around the altar. The head of the Revelation Institute hurried to stop him with several West-Hill Divine Guards.
Chen Pipi did not stop. He cursed at Lebu through the divine guards, "Come and beat me to death if you can. What's there to be afraid of?"
He then yelled at the head of the Revelation Institute and the divine guards, "Don't stop me! Let me beat up this grassland barbarian first! Are you people from the Central Plains or not? It's fine if you don't want to help me, but why are you stopping me? I won't run away. I just want to show him the unique skill of Haotian Taoism — Natural Stream Magical Finger! "
His Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow had been destroyed. It was difficult for him to catch a chicken, let alone the Natural Stream Magical Finger. But he still yelled desperately. He did not look like a genius of Haotian Taoism. He was more like a ruffian in the city.
The Divine Hall felt like they had caught a chicken. They wondered if the sacred and solemn Rite to Light was going to become a ridiculous farce.
The head of the Revelation Institute said sternly, "Don't say anything. This is the respect of the Divine Hall to the Abbey Dean. If you don't want to be stuffed with your stinky socks, you'd better behave."
Chen Pipi looked at the headmaster who was also in the Knowing Destiny State and said helplessly, "You are really knowledgeable. You can even deal with me."
Without waiting for the head of the Revelation Institute to reply, he held his head high and said, "I want water. If you don't give me water, you can just kill me now."
The national master of the Golden Tribe who had been silent and smiling suddenly spoke.
This ordinary-looking old man was playing with the small wooden tripod in his hand. He looked at Chen Pipi and said, "The Abbey Dean is far away from the Immortal World. Ordinary people like us can never hope to catch up to him. What Lebu said was indeed inappropriate. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Chen Pipi squinted and looked at the small wooden tripod in the hands of the national master of the Golden Tribe. He found it familiar. Thinking of the title of the Great Divine Priest of Precious Tripod, he became even more uncertain.
The national master of the Golden Tribe looked at the head of the Revelation Institute and said with a smile, "I think it's okay to give him some water."
The Golden Tribe Royal Court, which was the most powerful force in the Wilderness, had changed their faith and became a follower of Tengri Heaven. They were bathed in the glory of Haotian just like the Central Plains. This was the biggest success of Taoism in countless years. The war that started last autumn almost drove the Tang Empire into despair.
The West-Hill Divine Palace followed the example of the Tang Empire's Southern Gate Temple and officially conferred the national master of the Golden Tribe as the Great Divine Priest of Precious Tripod. This was because the Golden Tribe Royal Court was as important to Taoism as the Tang Empire. The national master played the most important role in changing the faith of the Golden Tribe Royal Court. If it were not for his prestige in the grassland, how could Haotian Taoism successfully preach in the grassland?
For the West-Hill Divine Palace, it was still a mystery how the preaching divine priest who went to the Wilderness could persuade the unfathomable national master. It would be fine if the national master had seen Haotian's miracle with his own eyes. However, as the war started, the Golden Tribe Royal Court fully cooperated with Taoism. The Divine Hall had no reason to doubt it. They could only attribute it all to the great will of Haotian Taoism.
The head of the Revelation Institute looked at the Hierarch's sacred sedan and did not hear any objections. He then waved his hand to signal the West-Hill Divine Guards to bring a bowl of water.
Chen Pipi held the bowl of water and sat on the white stone altar. He looked around and frowned slightly.
The more solemn and sacred the Rite to Light was, the more annoyed he was as a sacrifice. Therefore, he had made a scene earlier. But more importantly, he wanted to make the scene more chaotic. It would be best if he could find a way out of the chaos and let that barbarian called Leeb slap him to death with one palm strike.
Chen Pipi was afraid of death. He was afraid of being burned by Haotian's Divine Flame or killed by a palm. But he was indeed seeking death, and a quick one at that. He did not want his fellow disciples from the Academy to take the risk to save him.
That day when he dragged the handcart in the wind and snow, he saw her. From that moment on, he knew that the Academy could not win. Even if the Headmaster was still in the human world, he could not win, not to mention that the Headmaster had turned into the moon.
After knowing that he had become a sacrifice for the Rite to Light, he began to try to die. He hit the wall, refused to eat, bit his tongue, cut his wrists, swallowed porcelain pieces, destroyed his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi, and tried many other ways.
However, the Judicial Department was very experienced in this aspect. The woman in charge of the Judicial Department knew him very well. He had no chance of success. As for destroying his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi, which seemed to be the most feasible … His Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi had already been destroyed. How could he destroy it a second time?
Chen Pipi frowned because he could not find Ning Que. Then he was happy because he did not see Jun Mo and Ye Su. His two most respected Senior Brothers and Tang Xiaotang did not appear.
Frowning and happiness, these two different emotions showed the subtle difference between Ning Que and the others. It was hard to describe, but if one were to force it, it would be the following.
You and I are Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers are also brothers. I saved your life, so you have to save mine. Even though I said at the stone window that I did not want you to save me, how could you not come to save me?
Of course, Chen Pipi did not want Ning Que to come. But he felt a little disappointed and wronged when he could not find Ning Que. Moreover, there were tens of thousands of people in the front yard of Peach Mountain, but he did not know anyone. Wouldn't it be too lonely to die like this?
Then, he saw the blood-red divine chariot and Ye Hongyu sitting in it. He realized that there was actually someone he knew. Even though he was about to die, he was still subconsciously afraid. Then he said something that he had wanted to say since he was a child.
"Ye Hongyu, you heartless girl!" He held his belt and shouted in grief and indignation, "When I was a child, my Senior Brother bought me five sugar cakes, and I let you eat three! Now you have the nerve to watch me burn to death! I only peeped at you bathing once, right? How about I let you watch me today! "
Ye Hongyu, who was in the sacred sedan, wanted to tear his mouth apart. The headmaster of the Revelation Institute, who was standing by the altar, regretted not gagging him earlier. The sacred and solemn Rite to Light had finally become absurd because of the sacrifice.
The Headmaster of the Academy once said that Chen Pipi had a pure heart and was optimistic, so he entered the Knowing Destiny State. This was also the principle of the Academy, so he became the youngest person to enter the Knowing Destiny State.
He was just that optimistic, even though he was about to die.
But he did not know if Haotian would find this really funny.
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(I wrote it quite funny. I have already said that this night is a comedy, but you just did not believe me … There is a separate chapter below. It is not about canvassing for votes, but an announcement of several important things.) (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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