This was a very strange dream. Ning Que was immersed in the pleasure brought by a man and a woman, but at the same time, he felt the terrible pain of having his flesh cut and bones cut. The two completely different and opposite feelings made his mind feel like it was about to be torn into two halves, and he almost chose to surrender in front of the Divine Power.
Fortunately, he saw Sangsang's face at this critical moment. The old face and the youthful face brought him true peace. He kissed her and came back to life. He came back to life from the erotic and terrible nightmare. He found himself still lying on the cold stone bed, covered in sweat.
He knew that this dream was the result of the confrontation between his consciousness and Sangsang's. He could not help but feel a lingering fear when he thought of how he was almost subdued. He clenched his fists and stretched the muscles on his arms. Suddenly, he felt a strong pain and discomfort. He confirmed that what happened in the dream was real. He was cut into pieces again.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the quiet cell. Ning Que looked out of the bars and found that it was not the deacon from the Judicial Department who pretended to be deaf and mute, but someone he knew.
The man was young, gentle, and handsome. He wore an ordinary Taoist robe and had a yellow oiled-paper umbrella under his armpit. He was He Mingchi, the disciple of Li Qingshan, the former Nation Master of Tang.
After Li Qingshan's death, He Mingchi took over the Imperial Center of the Tang Empire. But no one knew that he was the most important person the West-Hill Divine Palace had hidden in Chang 'an. He directly accepted the orders of the abbey dean and the Hierarch and did what Haotian Taoism had failed to do for a thousand years. He used the shadow left by Haotian in Chang' an to destroy the God-stunning Array. He was also the one who caused the chaos that night in Chang 'an.
He Mingchi was the one who caused the greatest harm to the Tang Empire in this world war against the Tang Empire. He was undoubtedly at the top of the list of people the Tang Empire must kill for revenge. Because of this, the Hierarch sent him to the south after the war and did not let him return to Peach Mountain until the Rite to Light.
Ning Que looked at him outside the bars. His eyes were calm, without a trace of anger. But this absolute calmness showed his true attitude, because he could only be so calm when he was looking at a dead man.
According to the Southern Gate Temple's Taoist system, He Mingchi should be his senior brother. But in his eyes, He Mingchi was already a dead man. In the eyes of all the Tangs, He Mingchi could only be a dead man.
He Mingchi pushed open the bars and walked into the cell. He placed the food and water on the stone table and then gently lifted the front of his Taoist robe. He sat on the stone chair and looked at Ning Que on the stone bed.
Different from Ning Que's calm and emotionless eyes, the emotions in his eyes were very complicated, with some envy, some jealousy, some fear, some sympathy, and some admiration.
In Chang 'an, He Mingchi always held a yellow oiled-paper umbrella under his arm and walked between the Imperial Palace and the Southern Gate Temple with his body slightly bent. Compared to Ning Que, he was so low-key that he did not attract any attention.
Now Ning Que naturally knew that this was just a facade he deliberately put on. His status in Haotian Taoism was probably far beyond people's imagination. Otherwise, the Abbey Dean and the Hierarch would not have given him such an important task, and he would not have been qualified to enter the You Prison to see him. If Long Qing was said to be the brilliant and beautiful Son of God under the sunlight of the West-Hill Divine Palace, then He Mingchi would be the opposite hidden in the shadows of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
This person was very shrewd and his cultivation state might have long surpassed the upper state of Seethrough. Even after the chaos in Chang 'an, no one in the Tang Empire knew if this person had reached the Knowing Destiny State. Of course, now that Ning Que had become a useless person, He Mingchi's true state had nothing to do with him.
Ning Que only felt a little regretful. That day in the front yard of the Peach Mountain, when he received Tianqi and was invincible, he had looked for He Mingchi. However, he did not know if this person had an unimaginable ability to predict danger, or if he was extremely lucky, but he had actually left the Hierarch's sacred sedan and hid somewhere.
He Mingchi did not speak, and Ning Que naturally would not speak either. He had no interest in talking to this person. Thus, the silence in the cell continued until a very soft sound was heard.
A drop of water fell from the front of the yellow oiled-paper umbrella to the ground.
Ning Que looked at the stone window and found that he could only see the gray sky. There was no rain.
He Mingchi said, "It's raining outside. It's a pity that you can't see it from here."
Ning Que said, "It's not a bad thing to not be drenched by the rain."
He Mingchi said, "It's not a good thing to never be drenched by the rain."
"You can't be here to ask me about something. Even the Abbey Dean and Xiong Chumo are not qualified to ask about it, let alone you. So what can you do here? Get some kind of pleasure from seeing me being imprisoned? Not being able to see the rain is part of it? But why do I feel that you are jealous of me? "
Ning Que said while looking at the stone window. There was no emotion in his voice.
He Mingchi was silent for a moment and said, "I am indeed jealous of you."
Ning Que looked at him and said, "There are thousands of reasons for people to be jealous of someone like me. It can't be helped if one is too outstanding. You don't have to feel inferior because of it."
He Mingchi laughed at himself and said, "Being imprisoned and unable to leave the Peach Mountain alive, yet you are still so confident and proud. In this aspect, I am indeed not as good as you."
Ning Que said, "You are not as good as me in all aspects. There is no doubt about that."
He Mingchi said, "That's your opinion. It doesn't represent mine. Yes, I am indeed jealous of you. Because I don't understand why Haotian let you live."
Ning Que saw the confusion and piety in the depths of his peaceful eyes and understood the subtle reasons. He said, "Your level is too far away from these things."
He Mingchi said, "In Chang 'an, I followed Haotian's shadow. Under her will, I destroyed the God-stunning Array. I am the mortal closest to her in this world."
Ning Que said, "No one is closer to her than me."
He Mingchi said, "Yes. That's why I am jealous of you."
Ning Que said, "Jealousy can easily drive people crazy. Or you can try to kill me."
He Mingchi said after a moment of silence, "No one can go against Haotian's will."
Ning Que said, "My Master did it, Youngest Uncle did it, and I did it many times."
He Mingchi said, "So the Headmaster and Mr. Ke are both dead."
Ning Que said, "But I am still alive."
He Mingchi said, "Yes."
Ning Que said, "As long as I am alive, I can prove that Haotian is not omnipotent."
He Mingchi said, "Yes."
Ning Que said, "So you really want to kill me."
He brought the conversation back to the key point. He knew very well that he was a blasphemous existence in the heart of a devout Taoist follower like He Mingchi.
He Mingchi stood up in silence and put the yellow oiled-paper umbrella back under his armpit.
Ning Que reminded him, "The umbrella is wet. It's indecent for your armpit to be wet, and people will easily suspect that you have a body odor. Similarly, if you want to kill me, don't have killing intent towards me. Otherwise, it will be difficult to succeed. "
He Mingchi held the yellow oiled-paper umbrella in his hand and looked at the water stains on the ground. He asked confusedly, "Why do I feel that you really want to be killed by me?"
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "This is still something you can't understand."
If he died, Sangsang would die, and the Academy and the Tang Empire would win the war. The Headmaster would have a much higher chance of winning in Heaven, and there would be hope in the human world. He was on the verge of collapse after being tortured by a thousand cuts. He had many reasons to die.
But he didn't want to kill himself. He didn't want Sangsang to die because he was afraid and unwilling. So he hoped to be killed so that he could die with Sangsang. At least that was out of his control.
He Mingchi didn't understand what he meant, but he felt strongly humiliated. He mocked, "Now you have no chance to kill me. Don't you feel a little regretful?"
Ning Que said, "I felt regretful before, but not now. Because I suddenly realized that even though I'm a useless person now, there are still countless ways to kill you. To put it more accurately, if I want to leave Peach Mountain or the human world, I will kill you first. That means you won't live for long. "
He Mingchi still didn't understand what he was saying, but for some reason, he felt a chill in his heart. He asked, "How could you kill me?"
Ning Que looked at him and said, "If Haotian wants you to die, how long can you live?"
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He Mingchi repeated the conversation in the You Prison without missing a word.
"Even though you made a great contribution to Taoism in Chang 'an, if something like today happens again, I will have to grind your bones into ashes."
The Hierarch looked at He Mingchi who was kneeling down the stone steps and said.
He looked very tall in the gauze. Even though everyone knew that he was just a short and skinny Taoist after the Rite to Light, he still shone brightly in the Divine Hall and no one dared to question him.
He was reprimanding He Mingchi, but his voice was so humble because he knew that if the one in the Divine Hall of Light was willing to listen, he would be able to hear his voice.
He Mingchi said, "I don't understand why Haotian didn't kill Ning Que."
He knew that Haotian was on the Peach Mountain, and he knew that Haotian knew everything. But he still raised his doubts. It didn't mean that he had lost his respect for Haotian, but he thought that he was thinking for Taoism and that his piety would be understood by Haotian.
Many people in the West-Hill Divine Palace, including him, could not understand why Ning Que had not been executed. After all, once he died, the God-stunning Array would lose its master. If the two seniors were to kill the masters in the Academy, Chang 'an would fall, and the Tang Empire and the Academy would be destroyed.
The Hierarch frowned slightly and scolded, "How can we ordinary mortals understand Haotian's will? You have no right to think about these things. "
He Mingchi lowered his head and kept silent for a long time. He suddenly felt that Haotian might need his help, just like how Ning Que wanted to be killed. But this thought was too disrespectful. He was terrified and sweated profusely.
To dispel this fear, he thought of something important and reported, "I heard that the Great Divine Priest of Judgment is in a bad mood these days and occasionally looks at the Divine Hall of Light from afar."
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