As they spoke, the group arrived in front of the cliff.
Pine trees would occasionally stretch out from the cliff, and tiny waterfalls would fall, splashing water into the air.
In front of the cliff was a large plateau. The terrain was rather flat, stretching out into the distance with no end in sight. It was like a plain.
The plateau was covered in green trees, and as one went deeper, one could see many flowering trees. Behind the flowering trees were countless buildings, their black eaves and white walls hidden in the forest. It was a rather beautiful sight.
Hu Thirty-Two felt that the legendary South Stream Temple was very different from the Li Palace and sighed in praise. Tang Thirty-Six, on the other hand, thought of the ancestral hall in Wenshui City and Chicken Crowing Mountain outside the city. He was silent.
Passing through the green trees and flowering trees, stepping on the slightly damp stones, and after a few twists and turns, they arrived in front of South Stream Temple.
The group passed through the Bright Hall, passed through several small gardens, and passed through many pavilions of scriptures. When they reached the deepest part, they saw a thatched cottage.
Many stone monoliths were erected around the thatched cottage. Moss occasionally grew on these monoliths, but they could not conceal the clear and deep lines on their surfaces.
Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two had both entered the Mausoleum of Books to view the monoliths and comprehend the Dao, so they recognized at a glance that these monoliths were probably replicas of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
They were not simple and crude replicas. The monoliths exuded an ancient aura that fused with the thatched cottage, forming a world of its own that inspired reverence.
No matter how frivolous Tang Thirty-Six was, he had become much quieter in this sort of place. He was somewhat worried that something might have happened to Zhexiu, who was hiding in the shadows.
Three prayer mats were placed in the thatched cottage. Sunlight spilled down through the glass on the roof, so it was not dim and could be seen very clearly.
The black-clothed Daoist nun they had met at the mountain gate sat on the left-hand prayer mat, her expression as cold as ever. As she watched Tang Thirty-Six walk into the thatched cottage, a hint of viciousness appeared in her eyes.
A violet-clothed Daoist nun sat on the right-hand prayer mat. Her eyebrows were straight and thick, and her eyes were extremely unyielding. One could tell at a glance that she had a fiery temper.
The Daoist nun sitting on the prayer mat in the center wore a white temple robe. Her expression was calm and gentle, and her eyes were like limpid autumn waters. Just looking at her made one feel close to her.
But when Tang Thirty-Six saw this white-clothed Daoist nun, he became wary and guessed that she was the owner of the voice from before.
It was not because her robe was the most noble white of Holy Maiden Peak, but because of her.
Ye Xiaolian softly said a few words to him, bowed to the three Daoist nun, and retreated to the back.
Only then did Tang Thirty-Six realize that the purple-clothed Daoist nun was Huai Shu and the white-clothed Daoist nun was Huai Ren.
With a gentle expression, Huai Ren said, "Master Tang and Bishop Hu, please sit."
Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two sat on the prayer mats in the guest seats.
Huai Ren looked at Tang Thirty-Six and said, "I wonder how the Old Master is?"
Tang Thirty-Six said, "Not bad, I'm not dead. But since I'm still alive, he naturally won't be happy."
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Tang Thirty-Six understood the South Stream Temple elder's meaning.
As long as the Tang Old Master was alive, the Tang clan was the Old Master's Tang clan. His threat to South Stream Temple at the mountain gate naturally would not be realized.
"Correct. Living is truly the best. My Second Uncle would definitely not feel good, because he's dead."
Tang Thirty-Six sincerely said, "This is truly something to be happy about."
Who in the world would be happy about the death of their uncle or elder?
Even if everyone in the world knew of the problem between him and the Tang Second Master, surely this was not the way to say it, right?
Huai Shu's straight brows rose higher and higher, the anger on her face growing stronger and stronger. She had an explosive personality and abhorred evil. What she detested the most was those fellows who did not know their place and disregarded their elders.
Huai Ren was still very calm, but there was an indescribable meaning in her eyes as she looked at Tang Thirty-Six.
She also understood Tang Thirty-Six's meaning.
Her previous words were to tell Tang Thirty-Six that he alone was not enough to threaten South Stream Temple. Tang Thirty-Six's words were to tell her that the Tang Second Master was dead, that he had already won the war for the Tang clan's inheritance. The Tang clan truly still belonged to the Tang Old Master, but in the future, it would still be his.
A large portion of the money that South Stream Temple received every year was contributed by the Tang clan.
This was not the crucial point. The crucial point was that South Stream Temple and its countless subordinate sects, as well as its land and businesses, were all largely tied to the Tang clan's business.
Many sects did this. If they did not do business with the Tang clan, they would do business with the Qiushan clan, the Wu clan, and the Mutuo clan.
Cultivating the Dao had always been a major business.
Given South Stream Temple's status in the cultivation world, when they were choosing partners, they had naturally chosen the Tang clan with the best reputation and the longest history.
Who could have expected that after so many years, the successor of the Tang clan would actually use their cooperation to threaten South Stream Temple?
Huai Ren did not continue this topic with Tang Thirty-Six. Instead, she asked, "What of Young Master Tang's companion?"
She was naturally asking about Zhexiu, which meant that South Stream Temple had always known of his existence. Perhaps there were still people watching him.
Tang Thirty-Six's skin was very thick. He calmly asked, "What did My Lady say?"
Huai Ren faintly smiled, unconcerned. Turning to Hu Thirty-Two, she asked, "Might I ask where His Holiness the Pope is? The disciples of the temple wish to receive His Holiness's teachings as quickly as possible. "
These words were very tactful and polite, but the way they were organized was not very clever, somewhat laughable.
But she had clearly expressed her meaning. Although they were all members of the Orthodoxy and the Pope had an even more revered status, it was still inappropriate for them to directly enter without being announced.
Although Hu Thirty-Two was also very thick-skinned, he knew that this was not the time to act recklessly. He pointed in a certain direction outside the thatched cottage and said, "His Holiness should have gone to the summit."
Behind this cliff was a mountain shrouded in mist, and a mountain could be faintly seen: Holy Maiden Peak.
Upon hearing this, the Daoist nuns sitting on the prayer mats on the two sides paled, especially the violet-clothed Huai Shu, who angrily yelled, "Outrageous! The Holy Maiden is in seclusion, and this is a crucial moment. No one is allowed to disturb her, or else if she goes berserk, who will bear the responsibility! What does the Pope want to do! "
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "He heard that there was a change in South Stream Temple. Worried about the Holy Maiden's safety, His Holiness traveled a thousand li to visit without sleep, without food or rest. What's wrong with that?"
Huai Bi sneered, "What change could there be in my South Stream Temple? The Holy Maiden's safety is naturally protected by us, so there's no need for outsiders to worry. "
Tang Thirty-Six asked, "I heard that Xiao Zhang came to Holy Maiden Peak a few days ago?"
Huai Ren raised her hand to indicate that her junior sister should not speak further. She calmly replied, "Correct."
Tang Thirty-Six stared into her eyes and asked, "Why was he ultimately not able to enter the mountain gate?"
Three years ago, by the snowy Luo River in the capital, Xiao Zhang had thrust his spear into the river and saved the heavily injured Wang Po.
From that moment, whether Xiao Zhang was willing or not, the entire continent regarded him as a powerful ally of the Orthodoxy and Chen Changsheng.
The Imperial Court had pursued him for three whole years precisely for this reason.
At the end of his rope, he had come to Holy Maiden Peak to temporarily hide, but he had been driven out.
Could it be that Holy Maiden Peak no longer viewed him as an ally of the Li Palace?
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