Behind the curtain, the Hierarch remained silent. His broken hand had been healed by Haotian, but Ning Que's shoulder, which was injured by the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, was not healed. Just as he told He Mingchi, there were many things that were hard to understand in the Divine Halls of West-Hill, including the recent silence of the Divine Hall of Judgment.
At the Rite to Light, Ye Hongyu, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment, had been questioned by many, especially the descendants of the Great Divine Priest of Light who had returned from the South Sea. But she was of high status. Even though he was the Hierarch of the Divine Hall, he could not punish her without any evidence.
But He Mingchi's words made him even more vigilant. Because of some things that happened many years ago, and also because He Mingchi said that she occasionally looked at the Divine Hall of Light from afar.
The Divine Hall of Light was on Peach Mountain and could be seen at any time. Ye Hongyu was the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. In the past, she could even walk to the front of the Divine Hall of Light and observe it carefully, let alone look at it from afar.
But the Divine Hall of Light was not what it used to be.
Since the peach blossoms all over the mountain were revived in spring and the eternal lamp was extinguished, the Divine Hall of Light had become a forbidden place on Peach Mountain. It seemed to be isolated from the world and no one dared to peep at it.
Since Haotian had performed miracles several times during the Rite to Light, the believers' guess had become the truth. Naturally, no one dared to disrespect the Divine Hall of Light. No one dared to talk about who lived in the Divine Hall of Light, let alone peep at it. Even guessing became a taboo.
The divine priests of the South Sea were temporarily arranged to live in the Divine Hall of Revelation. Zhao Nanhai and the others had returned to Peach Mountain to fight for power with the Hierarch. But now they dared not do anything. They prayed to the Divine Hall of Light every day, hoping that they could see the face of God.
Under such circumstances, Ye Hongyu looked at the Divine Hall of Light from afar, which was puzzling and alarming. What was she looking at? Did she dare to peep at the person in the Divine Hall of Light?
In the depths of the Divine Hall of Judgment, Ye Hongyu sat silently on the black jade throne. Her beautiful face was devoid of any emotion. She was so cold and indifferent. She had spent most of her time on the throne and did not respond to her subordinates' reports. It was as if she had lost the ability to think.
The reason for this was that she had been thinking about a certain scene. During the Rite to Light, Ning Que had destroyed the Hierarch's sacred chariot with one arrow. The short and skinny old Taoist had looked so ridiculous.
Because of that image, she had been tossing and turning these days, unable to sleep peacefully. Her mind was full of thoughts and she could not calm down. Just as He Mingchi said, her mood was naturally not good. As for the fact that she would occasionally look towards the Divine Hall of Light, it was because the news of Ning Que being locked up in the You Prison could not be hidden from her, the Great Divine Priest of Judgment. She really wanted to know how that person in the Divine Hall would deal with Ning Que, and this would affect her thoughts on a certain matter.
Just like Peach Mountain, the atmosphere in the entire West-Hill Divine Kingdom was tense.
Because of the Academy, the Rite to Light did not go smoothly. The sacrifices escaped, and the West-Hill Divine Palace suffered heavy casualties. Because of Liu Bai's death, the Sword Garret officially broke off relations with Taoism. In the end, it ended hastily, or even miserably. Many of the prepared ceremonies were not held.
But many people did not leave the West-Hill Divine Kingdom. The emperors from various countries kowtowed devoutly at the front yard of Peach Mountain and then left reluctantly. But the diplomatic corps stayed, as well as the dancers and musicians who were supposed to participate in the ceremony, and tens of thousands of believers.
Haotian was in the human world, and he might be in the West-Hill Divine Palace. Under such circumstances, how could those devout believers leave the West-Hill Divine Kingdom? They could not be moved even if they were stabbed with knives and axes. Therefore, the front yard of Peach Mountain and the surrounding villages were still filled with people, but no one dared to make a ruckus.
The Tang Empire did not send any diplomatic corps to the Rite to Light. The ones who came to the West-Hill Divine Kingdom were the House of Red Sleeves, which had no official status. In fact, if the West-Hill Divine Palace had not insisted on including this clause in the treaty, the Tang imperial court would not have even sent the House of Red Sleeves. Because everyone knew that the Tangs would not be treated well here.
The House of Red Sleeves was scheduled to perform after the Rite to Light. But Chen Pipi was rescued by the Academy, so the celebration could not continue. After that, they prepared to leave Peach Mountain, but were forced to stay by the West-Hill Divine Palace.
This was a war between the Tang Empire and the West-Hill. The Academy had disrupted the Rite to Light, but they were forced to stay. This was a depressing and dangerous matter.
The girls of the House of Red Sleeves lived in a small town in front of the mountain. Their house was ordinary, and there were many cavalrymen of the Divine Halls guarding outside. The girls were naturally afraid that misfortune would befall them at any time.
The leader of the House of Red Sleeves was Xiaocao. She used to be a childish and adorable girl, but now she had matured. Although she was still young, she already had the demeanor of a great general.
When the Divine Hall revealed their intention of not allowing them to return to Chang 'an, she immediately sent the news back to Chang' an through relevant channels. Just the day before yesterday, the negotiation document from the imperial court of the Tang Empire had arrived. That was why the West-Hill Divine Palace did not do anything to the House of Red Sleeves.
But Xiaocao knew that the letter from the imperial court could only temporarily alleviate the current situation. It could not really bring the girls of the House of Red Sleeves back to Chang 'an. If they continued to stay in such a hostile and dangerous environment, she was worried that the girls, who were on the verge of a nervous breakdown, could only hold on for a few more days.
"Your Excellency, I want a definite answer."
Xiaocao looked at the West-Hill Divine Priest in front of her and said calmly and firmly, "If the Divine Halls do not allow us to leave the West-Hill, I need a reason, and so does the Tang imperial court."
The West-Hill Divine Priest squinted at her and said, "Are you threatening the Divine Halls?"
Xiaocao slightly lowered her head and said, "I dare not. But the Divine Halls also have to be reasonable."
The West-Hill Divine Priest sneered and thought that the Divine Halls had lost face because of the Tangs who made the Rite to Light end up like this. How dare you ask the Divine Halls to be reasonable?
"I said a few days ago that since you are here to dance, how can you leave?"
Xiaocao said, "If you want to see the dance, we can do it anytime. When?"
The Divine Priest frowned and said unhappily, "It is a great honor for the Divine Halls to ask you to dance. Just wait patiently for the order. Why do you have so many questions? Be careful that you will be punished for being disrespectful. "
Xiaocao's chest rose and fell slightly. She suppressed her anger and said, "Even the dance needs time to prepare. Please tell us the date, Your Excellency."
The Divine Priest said indifferently, "I don't know."
Xiaocao asked, "Then who knows?"
The Divine Priest looked at her and said mockingly, "I don't know either."
Xiaocao said calmly, "I want to see the Hierarch Lord. I think he must know."
"Who are you to want to see the Hierarch Lord?" The Divine Priest scolded.
Xiaocao remained calm and said, "Then I want to see the Great Divine Priest of Judgment."
The Divine Priest looked at Xiaocao and said mockingly, "Even now, you stubborn Tangs still refuse to accept the reality? Let me tell you, unless you die, you will never cross this threshold again. "
The Tang imperial court's document failed to persuade the West-Hill Divine Halls to let the House of Red Sleeves go back to Chang 'an. From that moment on, Xiaocao knew that the ending that awaited her and the girls would be extremely miserable. Even if the imperial court was willing to start another war with the West-Hill Divine Halls for these ordinary girls, they would not be able to change the fact that they would die.
The girls of the House of Red Sleeves also understood this, but no one had ever mentioned it. They always held on to the slightest hope. Until the Divine Priest pointed it out, Xiaocao's expression became gloomy. Faint sobbing sounds came from the house behind the courtyard.
The West-Hill Divine Priest was very satisfied with the sobbing sounds. When he was about to say something to make the Tang girls more miserable, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.
He turned to the West-Hill Divine Guards and asked, "What's the matter?"
One of the West-Hill Divine Guards said, "A Lord wants to see the girls of the House of Red Sleeves."
The Divine Priest frowned unhappily and said coldly, "Which hall is the Lord from? I am ordered by the Hierarch Lord to look after these Tang girls personally. No one is allowed to see them. "
The West-Hill Divine Guard scolded, "Who are you? How dare you inquire about such things!"
Hearing this, Xiaocao could not help but feel relieved. But she was even more curious and vigilant. Who dared to ignore the Hierarch's order? Could it be the Great Divine Priest of Judgment who was acquainted with Ning Que?
The Divine Priest trembled with anger. He looked at the crowd and scolded, "How dare you look down on the Hierarch Lord. Do you want to die?"
"Who dares to stop the people the Divine Hall of Light wants to see?"
A very young voice sounded. The West-Hill Divine Guards separated and revealed a girl in white.
The Divine Priest looked at the girl in white and suddenly remembered something. He suddenly felt that all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He collapsed on the ground and could no longer get up.
The girl in white did not even look at the Divine Priest. She walked to the courtyard and looked at the girls who came out of the houses. She frowned slightly and asked, "Who is Xiaocao?"
Xiaocao took a deep breath and took a step forward. She said respectfully, "Yes, I am."
Before the Rite to Light, the people of the House of Red Sleeves were placed under house arrest in this shabby house. She did not know what had happened these days. She did not know what the Divine Hall of Light meant to Haotian Taoism. She did not know the background of the girl in white. But based on the reaction of the Divine Priest, she knew that the girl in white must have an important position in the West-Hill Divine Palace. So no matter what happened next, she had to seize the opportunity.
The girl in white looked at Xiaocao and did not understand why her master specially summoned this Tang girl. Until now, no one could enter the Divine Hall of Light, not even the Hierarch.
Xiaocao followed the girl into the horse carriage and left the town.
The girls of the House of Red Sleeves rushed to the gate and watched the horse carriage gradually disappear. They were full of worry and did not know what Xiaocao would encounter in the Divine Hall of Light.
It was not until then that the Divine Priest of West-Hill woke up from his extreme fear. He left the courtyard in a daze and committed suicide that night.
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(Three small things determine the world. Everything has been good recently, but I can't stand the heat in Hubei. After living in the northeast for a few years, I really can't get used to it. The book review competition will be awarded on the first of June. I will return to the northeast before that day. The coolness is waiting for me. I will work very hard in June. I guarantee 200,000 yuan, but I still won't ask for any tickets. This is to make up for this month. Thank you again.) (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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