As they watched the Monster Bull and the Mountain-toppling Fiend slowly advance into the depths of the grassland, An Hua and the deputy general were speechless for a very long time.
After coming to this world, all the scenes they saw were so shocking.
Lao General recalled that a certain fellow had once said that the Demon Marshal liked to sit in the coiled horns of a Mountain-toppling Fiend.
And in the Pope's world, even a crippled Earth Monkey could sit in the same position.
"General, may I know your name?"
A voice broke his shocked association.
He turned around and saw Chen Changsheng looking at him. He hurriedly replied, "This general is Chen Chou."
Chen Chang Sheng asked, "General Chen, I've always been curious about something. When you decided to go to Gao Yang Village, weren't you worried that your superiors would say you left your post without permission?"
Chen Chou bitterly smiled. "I was a criminal general demoted from Seven Li Xi to the Mount Song Army headquarters, so I had nothing to do. At the time, I thought it would be good to save someone, but I didn't expect to encounter so many things."
Chen Chang Sheng felt that the name Seven Mile Xi was very familiar, but he didn't think too much about it.
He greatly admired this general called Chen Chou, whether it was the risk he had taken to send an array master to Gaoyang Village to seek medical advice, or the courage and resolve he had displayed when facing those experts. He asked, "And now? Do you still want to return to the Mount Song Army headquarters to work? "
Somewhat confused, Chen Chou asked, "My Lady's meaning is?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "If you go to the Mount Song Army headquarters and become a Divine General, presumably no one will be able to keep you idle."
Chen Chou froze. Only after An Hua's soft reminder did he come to his senses. With a face filled with confusion, he pointed at himself and asked, "I'm going back to the Mount Song Army headquarters to be a Divine General?"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Correct."
Chen Chou felt this to be utterly absurd. He couldn't help but bitterly smile and shake his head. "If this was before I was demoted, I would already be the commanding general of roaming cavalry. If I worked hard on the front lines for another ten years, accumulating military merit and increasing my strength, I might really have been able to fight for a position in the Mount Song Army headquarters, but now …"
Right now, he was only a deputy general, the lowest-ranking general. He was six levels away from the position of Immortal General. What else could he say?
In the end, he could only sigh.
He had always felt that his father had given him a bad name.
As the saying goes, it's hard to reward a person with merit, so it can only be left in the file to slowly age.
Otherwise, why would that fellow have been demoted to Sloping Cliff and why would he be in his current situation?
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly realized that he didn't know what to say next.
If his friend were not in Wenshui City but here, perhaps everything would be much simpler.
That friend would assuredly pat Chen Chou on the shoulder and heroically say, "Who is Chen Changsheng? If he says you can do it, you can do it even if you can't. "
This was the reason, but Chen Chang Sheng himself couldn't say such a thing.
Fortunately, there was someone beside him.
An Hua walked up to Chen Chou and whispered a few words to him.
Only then did Chen Chou realize that the one who wanted him to become a Divine General was not some swindling priest from some minor Daoist church, nor was it some insatiably greedy clerk from the Ministry of the Army, but the Pope!
His eyes brightened, then quickly turned blank. His emotions were very complicated.
An Hua knew that this was a reaction from receiving a massive mental blow. Smiling and shaking her head, she ignored him and walked back to Chen Changsheng.
The Li Palace had never interfered in the affairs of the Imperial Court, and in the last few years, it had kept an extremely low profile.
Logically speaking, even if Chen Changsheng was the Pope, he still could not casually arrange for someone to become a Divine General of the Mount Song Army headquarters.
And just as Chen Chou had said, in both seniority and background, he was clearly not a suitable candidate.
But to An Hua, this was not a problem that needed to be considered.
From the snowy mountains to this place, from knowing the origins of the Cinnabar Pill to dispersing the monster tide with a wave of his sleeve, Chen Changsheng's image in her heart had become incomparably sacred and lofty.
She was now Chen Changsheng's most loyal believer and follower.
To put it another way, if Chen Changsheng were to tell her that tomorrow morning, the sun would rise in the west, she would assuredly wait the entire night just to glance at the horizon. If she discovered that the sun was still rising in the east, she would wonder if she had misheard or if she had gotten the wrong direction.
"You and Chen Chou will go together to the Mount Song Army headquarters."
Chen Changsheng said to her, "I will write a letter for you to carry on your person. In addition, there are some other matters that I must trouble you with."
An Hua felt overwhelmed by the Pope's orders, but she also felt an enormous pressure, like she was standing before an abyss. Her voice trembled as she replied, "Yes, Your Holiness."
Chen Changsheng looked at her face and found it rather familiar. His mind stirred as he asked, "How are you related to Archbishop An Lin?"
An Hua's expression became even more modest as she softly replied, "Archbishop An Lin is my aunt."
Chen Changsheng did not continue to ask. Whether it was the Orthodoxy or the Imperial Court, they were all matters between people, so there was no need to say anything more.
His gaze followed the White Grass Path, but he still did not see that temple. He thought to himself, could it have been destroyed by the shards of the sky that year? If he had the time, he should go and investigate. Then, he confirmed that the things he had left here were still intact. Without further delay, he brought An Hua and Chen Chou away.
The wind blowing through the mountains was a little colder. The stars in the night sky quietly watched the three people by the stream.
An Hua and Chen Chou had no experience with spatial shifts, so they couldn't help but be dazed for a moment. It took some time for them to calm down.
"Your Holiness, where are we?" An Hua asked.
Chen Changsheng replied, "Sloping Cliff Horse Farm. That road leads to the Mount Song Army headquarters. There's a horse station twenty-four li away. I'll have to trouble you a little."
Hearing the words' Sloping Cliff Horse Farm ', Chen Chou's expression changed. He turned to the barracks behind him that occasionally had lights, thinking, could that fellow really be here?
At this moment, An Hua finally could not help but ask, "Your Holiness, the world to which Your Holiness rescued us … where is it?"
Chen Chou also could not help but look at him. He wanted to know the answer, but he was also rather nervous.
Chen Changsheng thought it over, then said, "Your guess is correct. That place is the Garden of Zhou, and that mausoleum is the Mausoleum of Zhou."
Having obtained the answer they most wanted to know and confirmed that they had stayed in that legendary place for a few days, An Hua and Chen Chou felt their minds ripple and they felt very satisfied.
There was no more reason to stay, so they had to part ways.
"Your Holiness, please take care of your body for the sake of all the believers in the world."
As he watched those two figures vanish into the darkness, Chen Changsheng fell silent for a very long time.
In the few years after leaving the capital, he had done many things, but it was only tonight, when he asked An Hua and Chen Chou to do those two things, that was the true beginning.
In the last few years, he had followed his martial uncle the Pope's arrangements and followed the agreement he had reached in the Orthodox Academy on that snowy night. He had always concealed his identity and walked the world, silently improving himself. But it seemed that his master and many other people did not believe in his silence.
Silence, silence. No matter how silent he was, he was still the Pope.
He already possessed the unconditional trust and loyalty of countless believers in the world, just like An Hua.
Then he should unconditionally assume the responsibility he should assume.
In the name of His Holiness the Pope.
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