"Xin'er likes the Way of Tea, so I came here."
Wuqiong Bi stared into Bie Yanghong's eyes like she was looking at an enemy. She viciously said, "What else do you want to investigate? What other evidence do you want? Or are you still not willing to believe that the Pope you admire killed your son? Or are you simply too afraid to take revenge for your son, so you're desperately trying to explain things for him? "
Bie Yanghong still said nothing. He turned and walked into a restaurant by the river.
He knew that his son had once stayed here for a period of time. He wanted to know what had happened here.
But alas, he had no way of asking anyone.
Because the restaurant was filled with dead people.
He quickly left the restaurant. Relying on the heavenly secrets he had forcefully deduced, he found his target on a tea ship.
That person did not give him a chance to ask questions. He watched from a distance as Bie Yanghong flew through the air and consumed poison to commit suicide, a miserable, despairing, and bizarre smile on his face.
Bie Yanghong recognized this person.
Priest Xin of the Hall of Announcements. This person had played an important role in the revival of the Orthodox Academy in the capital.
Bie Yanghong remained silent as he gazed at Priest Xin's corpse.
Wuqiong Bi angrily yelled, "What are you waiting for! Hurry up and kill Chen Changsheng! "
Bie Yanghong was quiet for a very long time, then said, "Chen Changsheng is the Pope."
"So what if he's the Pope! Are you afraid? "
Wuqiong Bi wailed, "I'm not afraid! I want to kill that Black Dragon … I want to pull out her tendons! Flay her skin! "
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South Stream Temple was going to close itself for ten years, cut off from the world?
This news was certain to shake the entire continent, though it had not yet spread very far. The Imperial Court's diplomatic mission and the sects and clans that had come to Holy Maiden Peak last night had all known of this matter. In order to help the three martial grandaunts of South Stream Temple resist the pressure from the Orthodoxy, they had naturally made ample preparations.
The Imperial Court's diplomatic mission respected the Prince of Xiang. This prince had just broken into the Divine Domain and was at the height of his fame, but the Old Lady of the Mutuo clan and the head of the Wu clan had also personally come. The Longevity Sect also sent an Elder and some disciples. In addition to the Gentle Stream Temple, the Crying Water Monastery, the Scorching Sun Sect, and more than thirty other small sects, there were actually more than a thousand people present.
The Li Palace was too slow to react. They only had time to send a letter to the Daoist Church of the south to send an archbishop to represent them. Scholartree Manor was a bit closer to Mount Li, so although they received the news a bit later, they arrived at the same time, so the situation was not too bad. Scholartree Manor sent out a vice principal, Zhong Hui, and other disciples, but the Mount Li Sword Sect Master needed to stabilize his cultivation, and the experts of the Sword Hall needed to intimidate the demon experts on the northern frontier. The ones who came were Gou Hanshi and a dozen or so disciples. Gou Hanshi was only a second generation disciple, but his temperament was calm, he was well-versed in the Daoist Canon, his knowledge was profound, and his path of the sword was profound. Many people thought highly of him, especially since Qiushan Jun had already disappeared for five years. Many people felt that he would become the future Mount Li Sword Sect Master.
In the past few decades, Holy Maiden Peak had rarely been so lively. It could truly be called another grand occasion of the continent after the celebration of the confluence of the north and south.
The location of the closing ceremony was not in front of South Stream Temple, but on the summit of another mountain. This mountain was extremely unique. The summit was a flat stone surface, as smooth as a mirror, and extremely wide. It could hold several thousand people at the same time, but it was not crowded at all. It would only make those sects with fewer people appear even more conspicuous.
For example, the archbishop of the southern Daoist Church that had hurried over in the wee hours of this morning, as well as the several priests accompanying him.
The Li Palace and Holy Maiden Peak were both part of the Orthodoxy, but only a few people had come for such a grand occasion. Many people could see that there was a problem. Whether it was the Imperial Court's edict or private discussions, the closing of South Stream Temple clearly excluded the Li Palace. The three martial grandaunts of South Stream Temple and the Imperial Court's diplomatic mission had initially explained to everyone that the Pope was not in the Li Palace, so it was difficult for them to promptly ask for instructions. Everyone knew that this was just an excuse. The problem was that not a single important figure of the Li Palace had appeared. What was going on?
As he gazed at the distant mountain path shrouded in mist, Gou Hanshi fell silent for a few moments, then said to his junior brothers, "It seems that today's matter cannot be reversed."
These words caused the Mount Li Sword Sect disciples to turn rather unsightly.
Mount Li was not far from Holy Maiden Peak, and a few of the cliffs were even separated by a river. The disciples of the two sects were usually very familiar with each other, addressing each other as fellow disciples. Now that they knew that their senior and junior sisters would be cut off from the world for ten years, even though their hearts of the sword were as clean as a wash, they still couldn't help but feel perplexed.
Everyone, like Gou Hanshi, believed that the closing of South Stream Temple could not be changed. Because Holy Maiden Xu Yourong was in seclusion, because the Li Palace, the only faction capable of contending against the Imperial Court and so many other factions, had clearly been caught unprepared for some reason. Not a single important figure had appeared.
Thus, when the thousand-some cultivators on the plateau suddenly saw Pope Chen Changsheng walk out of the clouds, all of them were shocked to the extreme.
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The sea of people gradually became a tide, prostrating in greeting.
The tide was as still as a sea of people, the thousand-some cultivators finishing their greetings and taking their seats under the warm words of Martial Granduncle Huai Ren of South Stream Temple.
The ten-some people from Scholartree Manor were seated not far from the Mount Li Sword Sect.
In the past, these two sects with unique and unyielding temperaments had found each other very displeasing to the eye, so it was only natural that they would not sit together. But after the incident in Xunyang City and Wang Po's breakthrough in the capital's Luo River, Scholartree Manor's sense of inferiority had lessened, and the Mount Li Sword Sect's arrogance had lessened. They began to see each other more pleasing to the eye, or at least less likely to fight.
"The Imperial Court is dreaming. Does it think that it can play without involving the Li Palace in such a major event?"
The Vice Principal of Scholartree Manor jeered at the distant Prince of Xiang, "Why don't they think about the relationship between His Holiness and the Holy Maiden? How could the matter of South Stream Temple be concealed from him?"
After saying this, he casually glanced at the people from the Mount Li Sword Sect.
These simple words had simultaneously ridiculed both the Imperial Court and the Mount Li Sword Sect. For Scholartree Manor to rise so quickly in the south, they truly did have an extraordinary boldness.
Zhong Hui's personality was rather gloomy, but he did not have the thoughts of the Vice Principal. He simply did not think that these words were also meant to humiliate Mount Li. He asked, "Could it be that the rumor is true?"
"You should have seen with your own eyes what happened on Mount Han. When His Holiness was injured by Guan Bai, who risked his life to save him? How many eyes were watching on the journey from Mount Han to the capital? His Holiness and the Holy Maiden ate and drank together, lived together, just like a pair of Daoist companions. "
The Vice Principal of Scholartree Manor sneered, "Everyone knows why the Imperial Court is pushing for South Stream Temple to close, but since His Holiness is here, this matter may not necessarily succeed."
The Prince of Xiang sat on the main seat on the east side, very far away, so he naturally did not hear the Vice Principal's words. His expression was normal as he spoke with the Old Lady of the Mutuo clan and the head of the Wu clan.
Gou Hanshi and the other Mount Li Sword Sect disciples clearly heard the Vice Principal's words, and their expressions became rather unnatural.
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