The middle-aged priest said, "Man's plan is not God's plan."
"Heaven can calculate everything, but she might not be able to calculate herself."
The Abbey Dean held his teacup and looked at the Peach Mountain outside the wall. In order not to let the one in the Divine Hall of Light know his plan, he did not even know what he wanted.
If that one could return to the Kingdom of Haotian, he would let the South Sea people return to the Peach Mountain. It could be said that the true successor of the Divine Hall of Light would be hosting the Rite to Light. But if that one could not return, then the Rite to Light would be meaningless. Taoism had to consider its future. The South Sea people were his power, and Chen Pipi did not need to be sacrificed.
The middle-aged priest said, "How could she lose?"
The Abbey Dean said, "She was kept in the human world by the Headmaster. If she could not sever her ties with the mortal world, then she would lose."
The middle-aged priest said, "Even if she could not, she could still take the lives of Taoism."
The Abbey Dean said, "Although she has come to the human world and is no longer the Haotian I believe in, she must be absolutely objective and fair just like Haotian. I have done so much for Haotian Taoism, why does she want to kill me? I have traded my faith for my survival. No one can break it. "
The middle-aged priest asked, "What about the South Sea people?"
The Abbey Dean said, "If they can live, then they will be the future of Taoism. If they die, then please rest in peace."
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In the front yard of the Peach Mountain in the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
The head of the Revelation Institute stared at Zhao Nanhai and asked, "What do you want?"
After six hundred years, the Great Divine Priest of the South Sea had returned to the human world. Of course, it was not for the Rite to Light. Zhao Nanhai looked up at the Divine Hall of Light and said with a complicated expression, "We want to return to the Divine Hall of Light and light the eternal lamp."
The South Sea people inherited the Great Divine Priest of Light and were recognized by Taoism. Now that the Divine Priest of Light was without a master, it was not unreasonable for them to ask for the position.
Most importantly, from the previous Rite, people could vaguely feel that these returning divine priests might really have the ability to return to the Divine Hall of Light.
Hearing the South Sea people's request, the Hierarch no longer leaned forward. Instead, he sat up straight with indifference, as if he did not care at all.
If it were before, even if he were to face the South Sea bloodline that had suddenly returned, he would find it a little tricky, because whether from the perspective of orthodoxy or inheritance, the other side had the qualifications and reason to retake control of the Light Palace. But now he did not care about this matter at all. Even though the eternal lamp had been extinguished, it did not mean that there was no one in the Divine Hall of Light. But as long as the Hierarch was still in the Divine Hall of Light, no one could return would be the greatest joke in the human world.
The Chief of the Revelation Institute looked at the people of the South Sea and said, "The succession of Haotian Taoism is a matter of great importance. We will discuss it seriously after the Rite to Light. Now, please step aside."
Apart from the Sect Leader, no one knew the true purpose of this Rite to Light. Not even the Dean knew. However, the Rite to Light was the grandest sacrificial ceremony of the Dao Sect. He could not allow the people from the South Sea to disrupt it.
There was a young girl among the people from the South Sea. She was Miss Xiaoyu, who had declared that she would wipe out the Black Ink Garden when they passed by Mogan Mountain. She looked at the headmaster and said mockingly, "The people of the Divine Hall of Revelation are ignorant and incompetent. They can't even read the Worship to Heaven well. What qualifications do they have to host the Rite to Light? You should be the one to step aside. "
The head of the Revelation Institute's expression darkened when he heard this. However, the previous facts had proven that he was indeed inferior to these people from the South Sea in terms of understanding and mastery of the West-Hill scriptures.
Zhao Nanhai looked at the Hierarch in the chariot and said expressionlessly, "The Divine Hall of Light has been without a leader for nearly twenty years. Haotian Taoism served the Heaven to attack the Tang Empire, but in the end, they gained nothing and suffered heavy losses. The Great Divine Priest of Revelation has returned to the Divine Kingdom for several months, but there is still no successor. The Hierarch Lord can be called muddle-headed."
The crowd burst into an uproar. No one had expected that the successor of the Great Divine Priest of the South Sea not only wanted to regain control of the Divine Hall of Light, but also wanted to remove the Hierarch from his position as the Lord of Peach Mountain.
The South Sea lineage only had a dozen or so people, so where did they get their confidence from? The front yard of Peach Mountain was crowded with powerful cultivators. No matter how weak the Divine Halls of West-Hill was, they could still suppress these people.
The divine priests and deacons of the Divine Halls of West-Hill were enraged by this man's disrespect towards the Hierarch. Some of them even yelled at him. However, the Hierarch in the chariot remained silent, which made people feel strange. But no one knew that it was because he did not care to answer.
Seeing that the figure in the chariot was still calm, Zhao Nanhai frowned slightly. He did not expect that the Hierarch of West-Hill was not as hot-tempered and arrogant as he was rumored to be. His eyes swept across the guests around the altar and suddenly fell on the national master of the Golden Tribe and General Lebu. He scolded unhappily, "Even the barbarians from the grassland can come to Peach Mountain to attend the ceremony. The Divine Halls are getting more and more out of hand."
He was talking about the Golden Tribe Royal Court, but he was still criticizing the Divine Halls of West-Hill. He was still aiming at the Hierarch in the chariot. Before the Divine Halls could react, Lebu raised his eyebrows.
The national master looked at Zhao Nanhai without saying anything. He held the wooden tripod and smiled.
Zhao Nanhai was the most senior in the South Sea. He had reached the peak of Knowing Destiny in the Divine Skills of West-Hill. If the South Sea wanted to take over the Divine Hall of Light again, he would be the best candidate to be the Great Divine Priest of Light.
However, the most powerful man in the South Sea frowned slightly when he saw the faint smile on the national master's face. The wrinkles on his tanned face deepened and he looked extremely solemn.
There was no wind on the front yard of Peach Mountain. The Qi of Heaven and Earth did not change. Zhao Nanhai and the national master merely looked at each other and their sense of perception was stirred up.
This was a battle of pure Psyche Power. It did not move any objects or disturb the autumn leaves. Outsiders could not feel any fluctuations. But it was extremely dangerous for the two of them.
The national master of the Golden Tribe had only cultivated his Psyche Power. After decades of meditation, he had cultivated his Psyche Power deeply. Even Ning Que, whose Psyche Power was as strong as the ocean, almost suffered a great loss when he met the national master in the Wilderness last year. Although Zhao Nanhai's cultivation state was unfathomable, he had cultivated the Divine Skills of West-Hill. It was only natural that he was at a disadvantage when the national master dragged him into a dangerous battle of Psyche Power.
Zhao Nanhai snorted. There seemed to be a divine light shining from his eyes. It floated a few inches away from his cheeks and then disappeared. He had used the Divine Skills to cut off Psyche Power and forced himself out of the battle.
The national master did not look at him anymore. He held the wooden tripod and said nothing. His face was still smiling.
The battle between the national master of the Golden Tribe and the most powerful descendant of the South Sea began quietly and ended abruptly. Zhao Nanhai seemed to be at a disadvantage. But when he sensed that something was wrong, he withdrew from the battle of Psyche Power. One had to admit that the national master's attainment in the Divine Skills of West-Hill was unimaginably high.
The battle ended in an instant. Many people around the altar did not even know what had happened. General Lebu, however, remembered the humiliation he had suffered. He took a step forward and punched from afar.
Lebu was the most powerful martial artist in the Golden Tribe Royal Court. His muscles and bones were as tough as iron. Every move he made could shake the earth and mountains. When he punched from afar, the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the front yard whistled along with it. It was as if he had thrown a small mountain at the people of the South Sea!
Zhao Nanhai looked at the national master of the Golden Tribe. He did not care about the punch at all. A skinny man from the South Sea took a step to the side and also punched without any fancy moves.
The previous battle of Psyche Power took place in the air. Now, the fists of Lebu and the skinny man from the South Sea were also launched from several meters away. The wind in front of the altar suddenly roared, accompanied by the sound of thunder.
With a loud bang, the two fist intents met in the air. The peach blossoms that had fallen on the ground before the Rite to Light were shaken and fluttered like butterflies. Then, they were torn into countless pieces.
The ground in front of the altar seemed to have gone through a drought for several years. There were many deep marks on it. The cracked ground looked like it would collapse at any time.
The lean man gave a muffled groan and took a step back. The bamboo hat on his head split open like it had fallen to the ground, and then it rustled and fell, the fragments covering his head and face.
General Lebu did not step back. He just swayed a little and then slowly withdrew his fist. He looked at the people from the South Sea and said indifferently, "The successor of the Great Divine Priest of the South Sea … is just so-so."
Zhao Nanhai looked at the national master of the Golden Tribe and said, "No wonder you could stand against the Tang Empire for so many years. You are indeed impressive."
The national master of the Golden Tribe and the general had shown their powerful states. It was not surprising that they could stand against the Tang Empire for so many years. What really shocked people was the people from the South Sea.
The South Sea lost both battles. But people could clearly see that Zhao Nanhai's state was indeed unfathomable. If he really went all out, even the national master of the Golden Tribe would find it tricky.
As for that lean man who was slightly inferior to General Lebu, he only stood at the 6th place among the people of South Sea. If the people of South Sea were ranked according to their strength, didn't it mean that all of them had the strength to approach or even defeat Lebu? Lebu was the most powerful martial artist in the Golden Tribe Royal Court!
If all the people from the South Sea were in such a state, the Divine Halls of West-Hill would be in big trouble today. How would the Hierarch, who was the target of the South Sea people, deal with it?
The Hierarch still did not say anything because the Divine Halls of West-Hill had their own people to deal with this matter. It was the Divine Hall of Judgment that was responsible for maintaining order in Taoism.
At this moment, Xiaoyu from the South Sea looked at the Sacred Sedan of Judgment and saw a beautiful woman sitting behind the blood-red gauze. She asked, "Are you Ye Hongyu?"
Ye Hongyu ignored her. A deacon from the Judicial Department said coldly, "This is our Lord of Judgment. What do you have to report? If you need anything, tell us now."
"So you are the current Lord of Judgment." The South Sea girl looked at the Sacred Sedan and felt that the color did not look good. She said, "Come down, I want your position."
The front yard of Peach Mountain was in an uproar. No one had expected that this girl would be so bold as to ask Ye Hongyu to give up her position as the Great Divine Priest.
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