Chapter 914
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Long Qing was able to come out of the abyss alive because of the Gray Eyes and the Heavenly Power Pill. Every time he thought of the difficult process afterward, he would feel a lingering fear, but also a little proud. After all, he had survived and might be the first person to walk out of the abyss alive. Who would have thought that someone would walk out of the abyss today? And that person seemed so relaxed, as if he was taking a stroll in the park.
He guessed the person's identity and was shocked beyond words. The Tomes of Arcane in his hand seemed to lose their attraction. The Abbey Dean also had mixed feelings. He looked up at the falling snow and sighed after a moment of silence, "Since she has left Peach Mountain, it's our turn to go back."
The wind and snow grew stronger and shrouded the Taoist temple and the surrounding mountains. With a squeak, the door of the temple was pushed open. Long Qing and the middle-aged priest came out in a wheelchair. The Abbey Dean sat in the wheelchair with an ordinary blanket on his knees. He reached out his skinny hand and brushed off the snow on the blanket. Then he slowly closed his eyes.
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Peach Mountain was also in the wind and snow. Thousands of divine priests and deacons had gathered on the cliff plateau, but they were all silent. They looked at the half-ruined Divine Hall of Light and thought of the loud noise that came from the abyss below the precipice. They vaguely guessed what had happened, but they could not believe it and were extremely shocked.
No one dared to enter the Divine Hall of Light. The divine priests and deacons stood in front of the Divine Hall of Light with pale faces. They did not know what to do next. They had been standing in the wind and snow for a whole night.
It was an emergency. When the Hierarch came to the Divine Hall of Light last night, he did not have time to take the sacred sedan. His skinny and short body was exposed in front of everyone. The snow was hanging on his sparse eyebrows, which made him look ridiculous. But his expression was so serious, as if he did not care about what had happened in the past.
Nothing was more serious than what had happened in the Divine Hall of Light. When dusk fell, the Hierarch could not wait any longer. He walked into the Divine Hall and came out after a long time. His expression was as solemn as the mountains and as cold as the snow.
The people of the Divine Halls of West-Hill looked at the Hierarch's expression and knew that their guess was not far from the truth. Their expressions became extremely frightened. Some old divine priests even fainted in despair. Had Haotian really left the Divine Halls of West-Hill? Was she going to abandon her most devout followers?
Later, the Haotian Divine Hall was dead silent. The hierarch stood before the curtain. His body was thin and short, and now he was bent over powerlessly. He looked even more pitiful.
There were only him, Ye Hongyu, and Zhao Nanhai in the hall. His voice was a little tired as he said, "The Dao Sect must guard this secret and not let the believers in the world know."
Zhao Nanhai nodded solemnly and agreed with the Hierarch's plan. Ye Hongyu looked at the Hierarch expressionlessly. The sword hidden in her red dress seemed stern.
The Hierarch didn't notice her change. He looked at her and said anxiously, "Send out all the people of the Divine Hall of Judgment. We must … invite him back to Peach Mountain."
His mood was somewhat perplexed and extremely anxious. He did not have the natural and unrestrained bearing of a great swordsman surpassing the Five Realms. He looked like a child who had been separated from his mother on the street.
Looking at the Hierarch's slightly trembling eyebrows, Ye Hongyu showed a slightly mocking expression. Then she slowly raised her right hand and began to shine under the bright light behind the curtain.
She was ready to draw her sword. As long as her Taoist Heart moved slightly, the Taoist Sword would pierce through the air. She knew that the Hierarch was still powerful even though he had been seriously injured. But she did not want to wait any longer.
At this moment, there was a faint noise on the mountain path below the Divine Hall. Then, there were hurried footsteps. Several divine priests suddenly walked into the Divine Hall and reported in a trembling voice, "Someone is coming."
Three people from the Zhishou Abbey came to the Divine Halls of West-Hill. Long Qing walked in front and was the vanguard. The middle-aged priest pushed the wheelchair behind him. The Abbey Dean sat in the wheelchair, looking calm and natural. His indigo robe was so clear in the thin snow that it was as pure as the sky.
Thousands of divine priests and deacons on the cliff plateau looked at the three people walking slowly from the foot of the mountain. They were shocked to think that the Clear Light Array of the Divine Halls of West-Hill did not respond. When they recognized that it was Long Qing who walked in front and vaguely guessed the identity of the person in the wheelchair, no one dared to stop them.
The dense crowd parted like a tide. The Abbey Dean sat in the wheelchair and looked at the Divine Halls that he had not seen in close proximity for many years. His expression was indescribable whether it was nostalgia or indifference. But when he saw the Divine Hall of Light that was already in ruins, he slowly frowned.
Dozens of old divine priests hurried over and then knelt in front of the wheelchair in the most humble manner. They paid their respects to the Taoist in indigo. They had lived long enough to see the true face of the Taoist in indigo.
The divine priests and deacons on the cliff platform were just guessing the identity of the indigo-robed Taoist. Now seeing this scene, how could they not understand? They could not help but look at each other. Some divine priests and deacons of lower seniority were infected by the atmosphere in front of the Divine Hall of Light and also knelt down.
Zhao Nanhai, Ye Hongyu, and the people from the South Sea in the Divine Hall of Revelation all rushed to the Divine Hall of Light. These noblest bigwigs of Peach Mountain all paid their respects to the Taoist in indigo in the wheelchair.
It was the Abbey Dean's arrangement that the South Sea people returned to the Divine Halls of West-Hill. Now that the Abbey Dean had come to Peach Mountain, they naturally had to show their attitude. Ye Hongyu had lived in the Zhishou Abbey when she was young, and her most respected brother was the Abbey Dean's disciple. How could she not kneel?
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There were only two people in the Divine Hall of Haotian. The Abbey Dean sat quietly in the wheelchair, and the Hierarch stood in front of him with a complicated expression.
Looking at the Abbey Dean in the wheelchair, the Hierarch trembled slightly.
He could not understand. The Abbey Dean had been crippled by Ning Que's God-stunning Array, and even Haotian had abandoned him. Besides, he had not come to the Divine Halls of West-Hill for many years. Why did he have to do nothing but show up at Peach Mountain, and yet the Hierarch was deserted by his own people? Only now did he realize that he had underestimated the Zhishou Abbey's status and influence in Taoism.
There was dead silence in the hall. The brilliant light behind the curtain had disappeared, like a candle that had been burnt out, revealing a sense of desolation.
The Hierarch knew that he could kill the Abbey Dean in the wheelchair with a single thought. However, he did not dare to do anything because he was afraid. What scared him the most was that he did not understand why he was so afraid of the Abbey Dean. How could a cripple bring him such a sense of oppression?
Finally, he knelt down in front of the wheelchair and said, "Greetings, Uncle."
The Abbey Dean said, "Have you ever called me Uncle since you became the Hierarch?"
The Hierarch lowered his head and said, "Uncle, you have traveled to the South Sea for many years. It is difficult for us to meet."
The Abbey Dean said, "In your opinion, it is better not to meet."
The Hierarch did not say anything. He knew that any explanation or words would be meaningless in front of the Abbey Dean. He just did not understand what the Abbey Dean wanted to do.
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(I am really sorry. I was so sleepy after two days of traveling that I fell asleep while writing. This chapter only has two thousand words. Also, I would like to thank everyone who participated in the book review activity. Thank you for your hard work.) (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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