Two years ago, in Chaoyang City, Chen Cun and the other two priests in red exploded themselves to help Ning Que and Sangsang escape. During their escape, the priests of the Divine Hall of Light had been secretly helping them. At that time, Sangsang was the Daughter of Yama. It was hard for outsiders to understand what they did. For Haotian Taoism, it was an unbearable betrayal.
The West-Hill Divine Palace was enraged, especially the Hierarch and other bigwigs. They were enraged, so a bloody purge began quietly within Haotian Taoism. In just a few months, countless people had died. What was even more terrifying was that the outside world did not know about it at all.
After Chen Cun's death, the Taoist Temple of the Kingdom of Qi fell into the hands of a red-robed Divine Priest who was favored by the hierarch. The subordinates who were loyal to the old Divine Priest were severely tortured. As a trusted follower of Chen Cun, the middle-aged Divine Priest was not spared. He offered a large sum of property that he had accumulated for decades to the new red-robed Divine Priest, and luckily survived. However, he could only do some chores in the Taoist Temple. Although he was still a Divine Priest, he could no longer have the status he had before. He was even lower than an ordinary deacon. Even the guards at the door dared to scold him like a dog.
The middle-aged priest thought that this was the end of his life. However, he would rather endure endless humiliation than leave the Taoism Temple. Because he wanted to continue looking after it for Chen Cun. He wanted to wait for the revival of the Divine Hall of Light. Most importantly, he was waiting for the young couple who had come to ask for medicine.
Those who believed in Haotian would be rewarded. This was the clear meaning of the West-Hill Divine Palace's scripture. The middle-aged priest finally received his reward.
The spring rain was cold, and the ground in front of the Taoism Temple was wet. Ning Que listened quietly to the middle-aged priest's narration of the past two years and asked, "Where are the others in the Divine Hall of Light?"
Through the middle-aged divine priest's answer, Ning Que knew that in that bloody purge, the Divine Hall of Light, which had been weak for more than ten years, had suffered a devastating disaster. Those old guys that the Divine Hall of Light had sent to various countries were basically all dead, and it was difficult for them to continue their legacy.
The middle-aged priest cried bitterly as he spoke.
Ning Que did not speak.
At this moment, Sangsang's cold voice came from the carriage behind him. "Get in."
Last spring, the Divine Hall of Light on Peach Mountain had changed. Many people in Taoism had vaguely guessed the truth, especially the middle-aged divine priest, who was a member of the Divine Hall of Light. He had endured the pressure of the new red-robed priest and the ridicule of the deacons for another year precisely because he had hope.
He knew the relationship between Ning Que and Haotian. When he heard the voice in the carriage, his face suddenly turned extremely pale. His body trembled violently as if he would faint the next moment.
But at this moment, how could he fall unconscious? The middle-aged priest bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up with the pain. Then, he pushed the gate of the temple open with all his might.
The main door of the Taoist hall was thick and heavy. He seemed to have used all his strength. His teeth were chattering and his joints were cracking. His expression seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.
At this time, the red-robed priest was in charge of the affairs of Taoism in the Kingdom of Qi. The deacons and guards in charge of the safety of the gate were naturally his trusted followers. They were drinking and merry-making behind the gate.
Previously, when the middle-aged priest opened the gate a little, those people were extremely annoyed. Now, seeing that he not only did not listen to them but also pushed the gate open completely, they could not help but become even more furious.
When the gate was opened, the wind and rain outside fell in. The cold wind blew the dust under the bronze stove everywhere, and the rain diluted the meat soup in the copper pot. How could they not be angry?
"Are you f * cking crazy? Can't you see that we are boiling meat? "
"If you don't close the gate, I will slap you!"
Curses kept ringing around the table.
If it was any other time, the middle-aged priest would have admitted his mistake and hurried to remedy the situation after being scolded by the trusted followers of the red-robed priest. But today, he did not react at all.
He held the reins and led the carriage into the Taoist hall. He looked humble, but those people were not in his eyes.
Looking at this scene, those deacons and guards were a little surprised. Some of them were so angry that they laughed. Another deacon knocked on the edge of the pot with his chopsticks and simply cursed.
Looking at these deacons and guards, Ning Que could not help but shake his head when he thought of those worshippers outside the Taoist hall in the rain.
The deacon knocked the copper pot even more loudly and cursed even more filthy.
Ning Que's hand fell on the hilt of his knife. There was water on the hilt, and it was slightly cold.
He did not do anything because they were in the Taoist hall.
The deacon who cursed suddenly found that something fell into the copper pot in front of him. As the soup boiled, that thing immediately began to emit a strong smell of meat.
The deacon was a little surprised. He reached out his chopsticks and swung them in the soup. It was a very tender piece of pig's mouth.
"Such a big piece of pig's mouth. Why didn't you cut it before putting it into the pot?"
He habitually complained and scolded, but found that he was only opening his mouth, and no sound came out. His companions at the table looked at him with shocked and strange eyes.
Those people seemed to have seen a ghost.
The deacon was stunned, and then found that the front of his robe was full of blood. He screamed in panic, but still could not make a sound. Instead, he spat out a lot of blood!
Until then, he found that his tongue had been cut off!
His tongue was rolling in the boiling soup!
His face was pale, and his expression became muddled. Subconsciously, he held the chopsticks with trembling hands and reached into the soup, trying to fish out the half-cooked tongue.
At this time, a straight line of blood appeared on his wrist.
His right hand holding the chopsticks was cut off at the wrist, and fell into the boiling soup, splashing a lot of soup.
The scalding soup fell on his body, but he did not react at all, because he was already stunned.
The deacons and guards at the table screamed because of the scalding soup. But their screams only lasted for a very short time, because the next moment, they also lost their tongues.
The main entrance of the Taoist hall suddenly became silent.
In the strange and horrible atmosphere, those deacons and guards turned pale in pain, and desperately covered their mouths. The next moment, they finally woke up and ran desperately into the hall.
Ning Que did not stop them.
It was still quiet in the carriage.
The middle-aged divine priest pulled the reins and looked at the backs of those people as if they were dead. He looked extremely indifferent, but deep in his eyes, there was the flame of revenge burning.
The alarm in the Taoist hall rang, and the sound of armors and weapons colliding could be heard everywhere.
The carriage slowly stopped when it reached the depth of the Taoist hall. Hundreds of divine priests, deacons, and fully-armed cavalrymen came from all over the Taoist hall, forming a tight encirclement.
A red-robed divine official with an arrogant expression walked out from the crowd.
He looked at the middle-aged divine priest, Ning Que, and the seemingly ordinary carriage, and slowly raised his arms indifferently, with his palms facing the gray sky.
"I don't care who you are, but this is the Divine Hall of Haotian! In the name of Haotian, let me send you to the deepest part of the Netherworld with the most holy Divine Light! "
As soon as he finished speaking, a Divine Light slowly emerged from the palm of the red-robed divine priest.
Ning Que found that the Haotian Divine Light was very pure, which surprised him. He thought that the person Xiong Chumo chose to purge the Divine Hall of Light was really capable.
Looking at the holy Divine Light, hundreds of divine priests, deacons, and cavalrymen in the Taoist hall showed a look of awe. Even those who covered their mouths with their hands and were covered in blood became excited. But they did not expect what would happen next.
The Haotian Divine Light fell directly on the body of the red-robed divine priest!
Everyone was shocked and did not know what happened. Some stupid people thought that it was the new Divine Skill of the divine priest, until they found that the Lord in the flame was in great pain!
The red-robed divine priest struggled desperately in the flame, trying to escape and lie on the ground to put out the fire. But he could not do anything except struggle.
The holy flame burned fiercely on his body. His divine robe was instantly burned into ashes, and his skin was cracked, revealing his bloody flesh. It looked extremely miserable!
The power of the Haotian Divine Light was so terrifying that it could melt copper and iron into liquid in an instant, let alone a human body. But somehow, the red-robed divine priest did not die immediately …
It was even more terrifying because he had to endure the pain brought by the burning!
The curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly. Sangsang glanced at the scene without any expression.
The Haotian Divine Light on the red-robed divine priest suddenly became fiercer, but the speed of the burning became slower. Not only his body, but also his Taoist Heart!
Even the most devout Haotian fanatic could not bear the absolute pain both physically and spiritually, let alone the red-robed divine priest who indulged in worldly pleasures.
An extremely miserable howl suddenly rang out from the blazing Holy Fire!
The shrill scream broke through the spring rain above the Taoist hall and the rain clouds above the capital of the Kingdom of Qi. Then it fell on the streets and alleys of the capital and countless people.
In the capital of the Kingdom of Qi, hundreds of thousands of people heard the scream in the spring rain at the same time!
The scream was full of infinite pain and regret. It was so clear and deep that people who heard it felt like they were carrying countless sins and knelt down.
The hundreds of divine priests, deacons, and cavalrymen in the Taoist hall were even more so.
They had already knelt down in the rain, a dense mass of people.
Sangsang looked a little tired. She ignored these people and walked directly into the hall.
The people kneeling in the rain looked at her big figure and were extremely frightened. They wanted to attack, but found that their bodies were trembling as if they were about to fall apart. How could they stand up?
Suddenly, thunderous hoofbeats sounded in the wind and rain outside the Taoist hall.
A commander of the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill came to the scene, soaked.
Seeing his armor, the people kneeling in the rain recognized his identity. They were slightly refreshed and looked hopeful, thinking that the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls must be chasing after a strong enemy.
No matter how powerful that woman was, how could she be a match for the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls? The people in the rain thought so, but they did not realize that what happened today was already beyond their imagination.
With a bang, the commander of the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls knelt down with rain splashing everywhere. He looked at Sangsang's back and touched his forehead heavily on the wet ground, not daring to raise his head.
Ning Que looked at the commander and said, "Finish it. Don't make too much noise."
"Yes." The commander answered without hesitation and stood up to draw out his saber from the sheath.
Hundreds of cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill who were on standby in the rain quietly poured into the hall.
The people kneeling in the rain finally gave up hope.
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(The story that Sangsang asked Ning Que to be the monarch and help the Second Prince of Wu marry a concubine came from the story of Armstrong. Before I started writing, some readers had already guessed what would happen in the end. Of course, I would not forget to play. My pleasure in writing came from playing with you. It suddenly rained in the Qing Kingdom. It was colder than the spring rain. Like Sangsang, I also caught a cold. I will write one chapter today and tomorrow, and three chapters the day after tomorrow and the day after that.) (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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