Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter Eleven: If the Light Comes
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 11: If Light Comes
Haotian is the highest and only faith in this world.
Countless believers in the world devoutly worship the Taoist temples that are spread all over the world with their spirit and money. The temple located in Taoshan, Xiling, is the highest center that influences and even controls these Taoist temples and secular imperial power.
The Xiling Temple is led by the sect master, and the affairs of the Taoist sect are specifically managed by three great priests. These three great priests have extremely strong authority, great majesty and extremely high status, so they are called the God's throne.
The three thrones are the Great Priest of the Heavenly Yu, the Great Priest of the Judgment, and the Great Priest of the Light.
Among them, the ruling of the great priest ruler to heresy, arrested the remnants of the Demon Sect, and countless powerful people under his command, the most powerful force, and had the greatest power on the surface. The priest ruler of the heavenly priest understands Haotian's will, edits classics, and controls remotely with seven-point calligraphy.
The Taoist temples in the world have great influence in the secular world.
The Great Master of Light is the most special existence among the three gods. He does not have specific distribution of Taoist affairs, but has the power to touch all Taoist affairs, because anyone who can become the Great Master of Light must be the most proficient in the doctrine within the temple.
The most firm belief is the most profound and the most complex shadow of the world.
Looking back thousands of years ago, the great priest of Light brought a book of heaven to the wasteland to preach. It can be said that it carries the most difficult and important historical mission of the Haotian Dao Sect, so you can imagine his status. The great priest of Light gave up the Haotian God for some reason.
The clan created his own sect and created a Demon Sect in the world, and he fought against the Haotian Dao Sect until today. Even though he was severely suppressed and killed by the Xiling Temple, he still died without being stiff. From this, he can imagine his powerful power.
The Xiling Temple has served as the Great Master of Light, and they are all such amazing figures. Therefore, although there is no ranking within the temple, the Great Master of Light is undoubtedly the leader of the three gods, only under the commander.
Over the years, there have been occasional edicts issued in the world under the name of the three gods of Xiling. However, no one outside Taoshan knew that the great priest of Guangming, who was respectful in status, was imprisoned by the temple, at the back of Taoshan, and was gloomy all year round.
In the secret pavilion of the pass, there were fourteen years of prison.
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The middle-aged priest kneeling in front of the wooden fence could not suppress the excitement in his heart. Over the years, he was the only one in the world who could often see the old man behind the wooden fence, but every time he was as excited as when he first saw the old man.
Now he is the most trusted subordinate of the ruling priest, even if you are You, the tail sound is Youyou.
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There is an island in the far southeast.
The storms in this ocean are even more terrifying than the storm sea, and no fishing boats or merchant ships have ever been there.
There have never been human footprints on this island before.
A thin Taoist in Qingyi stood on a high reef.
The terrifying waves kept beating the bottom of the reef, sounded like thunder and the island rocks trembled, but he seemed to be ignorant of nothing.
Taoist Qingyi quietly looked at the depths of the ocean, watching the hot fog that was evaporated by the melting slurry of the undersea volcano.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked back at the distant and invisible land.
After a long time, the Taoist Qingyi sighed and shook his head.
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That night, fourteen priests in Taoshan turned into ashes in the light.
That night, a total of 300 people in the Temple of Light were executed.
That night, the great priest of Light, who had been imprisoned for fourteen years, successfully escaped from the Xiling Temple.
He was the first prisoner in history to be able to leave Youge Pavilion in Houlu, Taoshan.
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In the wilderness in winter, the warmest time is the time. The red sunset hanging obliquely in the long grass distantly emits the last light of the day. Although it cannot melt the snow, it can add some rosy to the travelers' cheeks.
The sound of arrows sounded in the wasteland and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The people in the camp heard the Tmall girl coming from afar and shouted in surprise: "Senior Brother, your archery technique is so good!"
Someone went to clean up the prey, Ning Que fed the big dark horse and was about to rest for a while. When he passed by the carriage, he found Mo Shanshan was by the car window, concentrating on writing in the last afterglow.
"Beware of your eyes being broken."
He stood by the car window and said kindly.
Mo Shanshan looked up at him, his eyes cold, as if he was the air.
It has been a few days since I entered the wasteland, but Ning Que found that this girl was so proud that she never looked at her with her eyes. She was inevitably a little unhappy. She thought that she didn't even care about the pride of the Tang Dynasty princess, so how could she be defeated by you?
So he was too lazy to look at her directly, leaning against the window and squinted at her writing. His eyes did not fall on the paper, but on her face. He found that his slightly round face was full of concentration and forgetfulness.
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When he is serious, he is the most beautiful, and Ning Que agrees with this statement. Once he picks up his pen, he often forgets everything around him, so when he sees the girl focusing on writing calligraphy, his impression will inevitably improve.
"I can't tell you are a guy who is obsessed with books. You have a bit of my style when writing."
The boys in the Great River Kingdom were doing physical work, responsible for setting up tents and nailing wooden stakes, while female disciples such as Zhuo Zhihua were piled up firewood to cook. Listening to Ning Que’s comments, he laughed for some reason.
They covered their mouths and smiled, looking at Ning Que, but laughed without saying why.
Ning Que was a little embarrassed. In order to cover up this embarrassment, he looked up at the sky and found a few stars like rice grains appearing on the edge of the wasteland, looking at the sunset the next day, subconsciously sighing: "There is still no moon."
In the car window, Mo Shanshan put his pen on the inkstone, looked along his gaze, and asked dumbly: "What nonsense?"
Ning Que was slightly stunned, remembered something, and his smile gradually floated on his cheeks.
Mo Shanshan looked at his side through the car window. The breeze on the wasteland blew his hair, and a cute dimples appeared between the hair. She suddenly realized that this guy's smile was so sincere.
sincere.
Suddenly, Ning Que's palm hit the car window, his body swept up, and disappeared like this.
A soft sound rang out from the top of the carriage. Mo Shanshan looked up and couldn't understand what the meaning was.
In the wind in the wilderness, Ning Que stood at the top of the carriage, looking at the smoke and dust gradually rising under the setting sun in the distance, his brows gradually frowned, and he reached his hand into his lips and blew a sharp whistle.
The campsite suddenly became quiet and the war horses began to stir up.
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Accompanied by the setting sun, Sangsang ate fried egg noodles with delicious taste alone.
There was not a single green onion in the noodles because she didn't like to eat green onion. The reason she used to add green onion was because someone liked it.
She was soaking Chen Jinji's makeup alone in front of the mirror, and no one would always laugh at him.
She slept alone, rolling from left to right from right to left, and the bed seemed much bigger.
On the bed, she kicked her legs whenever she wanted to kick, and she stretched her arms when she wanted to, and no longer worried about who was kicking and who was hitting and who was hitting and who was hitting.
Life alone in Chang'an City is very comfortable and uncomfortable.
Sangsang lay on the bed, looking at the tree outside the window, looking at the stars in the leaves, thinking in his heart why there is still no moon? What exactly is the moon mentioned by the young master? Where is the young master at this time?
Maybe because the bed suddenly became bigger, it was a little unaccustomed to it. Sangsang didn't sleep well all night like a few days ago. He kept tossing until dawn. She got up while yawning and rubbing her little face, and pushed the door to the entrance of the alley.
I bought a bowl of sour and sour noodle soup and sat on the threshold of Lao Bizhai.
In the bright light of the morning, she ate alone without any taste.
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Yangguan, the southernmost part of the Tang Empire, was noisy, and countless caravans were waiting to enter.
There was an ordinary carriage lined up in a regular line.
There was an old man with deep hair in the carriage, closing his eyes to rest.
He opened his eyes and looked at the distant city of Chang'an to the north, with a gentle and majestic light in his eyes.