Liu Yiqing asked when the Academy would act, and he meant Qinghe Prefecture. As long as Qinghe Prefecture was conquered, the South Jin Kingdom would be united with the Tang Empire. It would be difficult for the West-Hill Divine Palace to do anything.
The West-Hill Divine Palace's target was naturally the South Jin Kingdom. The South Jin Kingdom was powerful. Taoism would never give up the South Jin Kingdom if they wanted to defeat the Tang Empire. Moreover, the South Jin Kingdom had always been under the Divine Hall's control.
Liu Yiqing was about to say something, but Tang Xiaotang came back from shopping. It was not appropriate for him to say more. He bowed to them and left with the disciples of the Sword Garret.
Chen Pipi looked at the disciples of the Sword Garret disappearing in the dusk. He was silent for a long time. He knew that the South Jin Kingdom was under great pressure from the West-Hill Divine Palace, especially recently.
It was a secret to ordinary people that they were trapped in the chessboard by Buddha. But it was not a secret to him, who could keep in touch with the Academy.
Because of this sudden change, the Academy had to adjust their original plan. Taoism, especially his father, would never miss such an opportunity.
"I've been cultivating Taoism since I was a child, and I've never had any obstacles. People in the abbey praised me as a rare genius in Taoism. Later, I got six A + grades in the Academy and was directly summoned to the Second floor by my teacher. I became a member of the Back Mountain of the Academy and entered the Knowing Destiny State without knowing it. Cultivation is never difficult for me.
Chen Pipi stood in front of the window and looked in the direction of Chang 'an. He continued, "Maybe because of this, or because I don't want to compete with my Senior Brother for Taoism, I don't pay much attention to cultivation and am not interested in power. But now, I have become a useless person and can no longer cultivate. I can no longer have the same or even stronger power as before. But I suddenly want power."
He wanted to do something for the Academy. That was why he wanted power.
Tang Xiaotang walked to him and held his hand. She said, "Don't worry too much."
"I can't not worry."
Chen Pipi's two most respected Senior Brothers, Jun Mo and Ye Su, were both doing the most difficult things. He felt anxious every time he thought of this.
Tang Xiaotang said, "Fourth Uncle sent a letter saying that the Academy is trying to open the chessboard, but has not been able to do so. Why don't you worry about it?"
Chen Pipi said, "Buddha's chessboard cannot trap Ning Que."
Tang Xiaotang was confused and asked, "Why?"
Chen Pipi said, "Because he's with Haotian."
Tang Xiaotang said, "But … doesn't Buddha want to destroy Haotian?"
Chen Pipi said, "Even if Buddha can really predict what will happen to Haotian after his death, he can't predict Ning Que. He is a variable."
Tang Xiaotang trusted him very much. Since he said she didn't need to worry, she really didn't. Her expression became bright and cheerful as she said, "To celebrate, let's eat an extra bowl of rice tonight?"
Chen Pipi sighed and said, "No, I still have no appetite."
"What are you still worried about?" Tang Xiaotang was a little perplexed.
"Since this matter is related to Haotian Taoism, it must be arranged by my father. No matter whether the Buddha's chessboard can trap Haotian and Ning Que, I'm afraid Haotian will eventually return to the Divine Kingdom."
Chen Pipi said, "At that time, the war in the human world will start again. Can the Academy still hold on? Every time I think about this, I feel like I'm chewing wax. How can I have any appetite? I can only eat five bowls tonight. "
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In a city in the Kingdom of Song, Ye Su was standing in the old yard of a shabby Taoist temple. He was explaining some chapters of the West-Hill scriptures to a dozen new followers.
After leaving Linkang, he traveled around the world, hoping to spread the doctrine of the New Stream more widely and awaken more poor believers. In the end, he came to the Kingdom of Song, the most powerful Taoism force and the most devout belief in Haotian, to preach.
His light-colored robe fluttered in the damp breeze from the sea. The stains on it were obvious and gave off a faint stench. It must have been smashed by rotten eggs.
Preaching in the Kingdom of Song was much more difficult than in Linkang. He had been mentally prepared when he chose this place. But he didn't expect the hostility of the people to be so direct.
Several broken bricks flew over from the other side of the wall and fell to the ground, making a muffled sound and then breaking into pieces. The dozen followers were frightened and panicked.
Then, the wooden door of the small Taoist temple was savagely smashed open, and dozens of people rushed in with sticks in their hands, cursing and swearing. Two children were mixed in with the adults, watching this scene with excitement. They held bricks in their hands, eager to try. It seemed that they were the ones who threw the broken bricks earlier.
Rotten eggs and chopsticks flew everywhere in the courtyard of the Taoist temple. Not long after, Ye Su's body was in a mess. Vegetable leaves hung on his body, and his hair was full of stinky egg juice. The ten or so followers were beaten badly. Their heads were bleeding, and they begged bitterly to be let out of the Taoist temple.
Ye Su was the only one left in the Taoist temple.
He looked at the angry people. There was no resentment or disappointment in his eyes, nor was there any pity common to Buddhism monks. He looked calm and even smiled.
His reaction made the people even angrier. Some of the men raised sticks and smashed at him.
There were many people outside the small Taoist temple. Hearing the noise inside the wall, those who had nowhere to vent their anger couldn't bear it anymore. They squeezed in through the door.
The Taoist temple was really small. It could only accommodate dozens of people at most. But in a moment, hundreds of people squeezed in. The scene became very chaotic. Many people were pushed to the ground, unable to stand up. People were trampled everywhere. Sounds of bones breaking and screams could be heard from time to time.
Ye Su was beaten to the point that he was covered in blood. But he still stood where he was without dodging. Finally, he bent down and squatted on the ground.
The men at the front didn't care about the crowd or the screams. They separated the crowd with brute force and continued to hit Ye Su with sticks.
Dull sounds and sounds of bones breaking could be heard one after another.
After a long time, the crowd finally calmed down. Then they realized the scene was so chaotic. Many people were seriously injured. They hurriedly helped the injured out to seek medical treatment.
Suddenly, a miserable voice came from outside the Taoist temple, "My child! My child! Where are my children? Have any of you seen my two children? "
A woman in simple clothes cried as she rushed into the Taoist temple. She searched the injured people on the ground. The people who came to cause trouble today were all neighbors. They all knew each other. They hurriedly went to help.
The ground was covered in blood. She couldn't find them. The woman's face was pale. She cried so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. She sat on the ground and couldn't get up again.
The people in the Taoist temple looked at each other. They thought that in the chaos earlier, even those strong men were seriously injured. Could it be that the two children were trampled to death?
That was what they thought, but no one dared to say it in front of the woman. For a moment, the scene became extremely quiet. Some people thought angrily, if it wasn't for that person, why would everyone come to the Taoist temple?
"It's all your fault! You're the main culprit! "
An old man walked in front of Ye Su. He was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He raised the walking stick in his hand and smashed it at him. There was a muffled sound. Ye Su spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.
The old man hadn't vented his anger. He was ready to hit him again. Some young men also picked up sticks and followed. They thought that they must beat this blasphemous Taoist to death today.
However, the next moment, everyone stopped what they were doing. The walking sticks and sticks in their hands could no longer smash down. They saw a scene.
Ye Su let go of his hands and sat on the ground weakly.
There were two children in his arms.
The two children's faces were pale. They didn't know what had happened. They looked at the neighbors and uncles surrounding them with sticks. When they looked again, they realized that they were so close to Ye Su. They couldn't help but scream in fear. They subconsciously picked up the brick in their hands and smashed it at him.
Ye Su's face was bleeding profusely. Even though he had been hit by the brick, it was only one more wound.
He looked at the two children and asked with a smile, "Are you okay?"
The children didn't know how to answer. No one in the Taoist temple knew how to answer. It was quiet.
The old man looked a little confused. The walking stick in his hand slowly fell.
Who was this person?
After a moment, he came to his senses. He reached out and patted the two children's heads. He scolded, "Silly things! You can hit anyone? "
The woman rushed over and held the two children in her arms. She thanked Ye Su repeatedly.
The old man looked at the young men behind him and scolded, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and call the doctor! "
The men were a little flustered. They asked, "Sir, the doctor is outside."
The old man shouted, "Please come in. Let this gentleman have a look."
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This was Ye Su's current life.
What he was doing was actually very similar to what Jun Mo had done in the underground field. They both wanted the people to know more things. For example, what was in the field above the cliff. For example, what wasn't in the West-Hill Divine Palace. For example, what they could do and what they didn't need to do.
Faith was the last hope of the unfortunate. But faith couldn't be the root of misfortune or the reason to explain misfortune. True faith should let people have the courage to change their misfortune.
So first of all, people should learn to believe in themselves.
Ye Su and Jun Mo used to be both proud and brilliant. They went their separate ways in front of the Verdant Canyon. But they finally walked the same path. This path was worth applauding.
But it was certainly not a good thing for the Buddhism Sect and Haotian Taoism. If human beings all chose to believe in themselves, then the power of Buddha and Haotian would naturally become weak.
There was a wheelchair in front of the stone house on the cliff plateau of the West-Hill Divine Palace.
The Abbey Dean sat in the wheelchair. He seemed to be afraid of the cold wind on the cliff. He wrapped the blanket around himself with difficulty and said, "When Haotian returns to the Divine Kingdom, I will go and kill them."
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