Chen Changsheng had said nothing this entire time, only quietly listened.
The conversation between the Tang Old Master and his son had not been concealed from him.
Thus, he had heard many secrets, not the actual secrets of the Tang clan, but the secrets in the depths of the hearts of this father and son.
He was particularly shocked at the last few words, but this did not mean that he was completely ignorant of this matter.
In truth, the person that the Tang Second Master hated and envied had appeared at the old estate three days ago at his request.
"Since you know that he has also come, what chance do you have?" the Tang Old Master asked.
The Tang Second Master regained his composure and indifferently said, "He is not willing to change his surname, so he has no right to manage the matters of my Tang clan."
The Tang Old Master expressionlessly asked, "And if I had him manage it?"
After a few moments of silence, the Tang Second Master replied, "I asked someone to delay him outside. He can't come."
The Tang Old Master asked, "Even so, what else can you do?"
The Tang Second Master calmly replied, "I can't do much, but I can at least kill that good nephew of mine."
He was too calm when he said this, as if he was speaking of a very ordinary matter. Thus, neither Chen Changsheng nor the Tang Old Master immediately reacted.
"If Brother Tang dies, Father, besides me, you have no other choice."
This time, the Tang Old Master and Chen Changsheng clearly heard his words, and then simultaneously thought of a story in the Daoist Canon.
This story was too old and had no evidence. It was more like a legend, a myth.
It was said that in ancient times, there was once an abnormally powerful empire. One day, while the emperor was inspecting the frontlines, he suddenly died of illness. The accompanying empress and crown prince were stranded in the wilderness by a torrential downpour, and the prince that remained in the capital, with the support of his sister and the ministers, forged a posthumous edict and ascended to the throne first, plunging the empire into internal strife.
At that moment, all the countries of the world began to wage war against that empire, and the situation became extremely dangerous.
Several dozen days later, the empress and the crown prince returned to the capital under the protection of an appointed minister.
The princess and the ministers who supported the new Emperor expressed that they were willing to pay a sufficient price for this matter. They hoped that the two sides could put aside their former enmity and unite all forces to resist the external invaders. At that time, the power of the new Emperor was still strong. For the sake of the overall situation, this seemed to be the only way out. However, the minister did not think so.
Early that morning, during the court meeting, the appointed minister directly beheaded the new emperor with a single stroke of his sword.
Then he told the princess and the ministers loyal to the new emperor that there was only one emperor in the Empire now.
Do you not know what kind of future you should choose for the Empire? Then I'll help you eliminate one of the alternatives. That way, you won't need to be anxious and tormented.
Because the only choice was the best choice.
(Note: This story comes from an awesome novel called Nightfall. But please understand, this doesn't mean that the story of Night Conquering happened before the Book of Choosing Heaven. I can clearly say that it's not like that. It's just that I've been watching Night Conquering again recently, and I can't help but want to write about it for fun.
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At this moment, the Tang Second Master's words and what he was about to do were in a certain sense the same as that myth mentioned in the Daoist Canon.
If Tang Thirty-Six died, what other choice did the Tang Old Master have?
Of course, he first had to do what he said.
The Tang Old Master stared into the Tang Second Master's eyes and asked, "Do you think you have the ability?"
The Tang Second Master thought about the reports he had received, the scene in the granary, and the Fivekind Man by the riverbank, somewhat absent-minded.
"Yes, only today did I realize that I had never truly understood my own clan."
He looked at his father and said, "The Tang clan is just like Sir, still an old well with no bottom. But I am still a member of the Tang clan, so I am well aware that there are no arrangements in the ancestral hall. As long as my people go, they will definitely be able to kill him."
He then turned to Chen Changsheng and said, "Of course, I also have to thank Your Holiness the Pope for coming. Wenshui City has already been tense for two days, and today's chaos is Your Holiness's handiwork. But the more chaotic it is, the easier it is for me to take advantage of the chaos to arrange a few things."
Chen Changsheng said nothing, only stood up.
The Tang Old Master looked at the Tang Second Master and asked, "Do you think that you can still move people?"
Today's events had already proved that the Tang clan was still the Tang Old Master's Tang clan. No matter how many years the Tang Second Master had operated in secret, as long as the Tang Old Master gave the word, those subordinates who were normally loyal and devoted to the Tang Second Master would still not dare to take a single step, not even dare to breathe loudly.
"If it were a person of the Tang clan, I naturally wouldn't be able to move them."
The Tang Second Master calmly said, "Fortunately, Principal Shang gave me a group of excellent assassins."
Which faction did the best assassins of the continent belong to? The former Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.
The majority of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets was now in the possession of the Tang clan, but the powers of the dark were in the hands of the Imperial Court.
To put it more accurately, the terrifying powers of the dark were currently being handled by the Monastery of Eternal Spring in Luoyang.
These were naturally secrets, but they could not be concealed from the Tang Old Master and Chen Changsheng.
Thus, they knew that the Tang Second Master was not lying, nor was he bluffing.
If the assassins of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets had taken advantage of the chaos to infiltrate Wenshui City and were already in the ancestral hall …
Chen Changsheng walked out of the room.
The Tang Second Master looked at him and said, "It's too late."
Chen Changsheng stopped his steps.
The old estate was quiet, almost deathly still.
No one had expected the Tang Second Master to use such a thunderous move.
Now that he thought about it, his silence, his lack of ability, had naturally been a feint to make the Tang clan's old estate and the Orthodoxy lower their guard.
The Tang Old Master's eyes were abnormally deep and serene. Perhaps it was because he knew that his grandson really would die this time.
The Tang clan's Guardian was still in the ancestral hall.
But the Tang Second Master had not even mentioned it.
The Tang Old Master was well aware of what this meant.
The Tang Second Master gazed at Chen Changsheng's back and said, "Your Holiness the Pope, you might also die today. Have you mentally prepared yourself?"
If Tang Thirty-Six died, Chen Changsheng would assuredly think of a way to kill the Tang Second Master.
The Tang Old Master, who had no other choice, could only stand on his son's side.
A war was certain to break out between the Orthodoxy and the Tang clan.
So what would the Tang Old Master do?
The answer was obvious without even asking.
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Wang Po stood on Chicken Crowing Mountain outside Wenshui City for three days.
The wind and snow had arrived, and he was an old friend.
It was not that he was afraid to enter because he was too close.
Three days ago, he had entered the city, gone to the old estate, and had a long conversation with the Tang Old Master, but he had failed to convince him.
If he had failed to convince him, what else could he do? Was he really going to draw his blade against him at the slightest disagreement?
The Tang Old Master had coldly watched the world for several centuries. Even his own sons were extremely callous, but he treated Wang Po extremely well.
No matter what, he could not attack the Tang Old Master. Of course, even if he did attack, he might not be a match for the Tang Old Master.
Even he didn't know how deep the well in the old house was.
But by standing outside the city, he was showing his support for Chen Changsheng, like a guard.
But even as he sensed the activity in the old estate and saw the faint disturbance in the ancestral hall, he still did not descend the mountain.
Because two sedan chairs had arrived at Chicken Crowing Mountain.
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