Hearing Sangsang's tired voice, the tired Ning Que woke up a little, let go of his hand holding the hilt of Pu Dao, and put it into his waist. He was a Tangren from the academy and was about these sages from the Xiling Temple.
Of course, there was no fondness at all, and because Sangsang's body was extremely anxious and his emotions seemed extremely unstable. However, since he could not use force, there was naturally no need to let a war between the temple and the academy go.
Just as he was about to take his hand out of his belt, an old voice slowly rang deep in the Taoist hall: "Mr. Thirteenth, don't take it anymore. This is not a wasteland, and I am not Cheng Lixue."
As the old voice sounded, the middle-aged priest and the apologists suddenly looked sober. After a moment, an old priest wearing a crimson robe walked out slowly.
In the Xiling Temple, not all Taoists are qualified to wear this kind of crimson robe, especially the red-clothed priests stationed in various vassal states, and have a status that their companions in the temple are unattainable.
This old priest in red has been stationed in Qi State Road Hall for more than thirty years. Although he has no strong background backing in the Xiling Temple, even the Emperor of Qi must maintain enough respect in front of him.
Looking at the black carriage and Ning Que beside the carriage, a vigilant expression appeared in the turbid eyes of the priest in red. He thought to himself that this person had left the Tang State mission and went straight to Lanke Temple. Why did he appear today?
Here?
Listening to the four words of Mr. Thirteen, the previous vigilant and indifferent apologists finally knew the identity of the young man next to the black carriage, and their emotions became extremely complicated.
The Tang Empire is the most powerful country in the world and the only world that Xiling Temple cannot control. The academy and the Haotian Dao Gate have always been faintly hostile. In the levels that mortals cannot know, there are even more earth-shaking battles that have occurred, but
Both sides have never broken up.
The respected priest in red, facing visitors with the identity of disciples on the second floor of the academy, would not be able to express a proud look, but would not show a timid look.
Under the protection of the Xiling Temple, a vassal state like the Song and Qi states had never felt the horror of the Tang cavalry, so they were not afraid, so the rest of the people in the Taoist temple were still quite calm.
Looking at the red-clothed priest, Ning Que said, "Since you know who I am and don't want those things on the wasteland, I think you can discuss it. I just need some medicinal materials from you, and I am willing to pay."
.Just please hurry up.”
The red-clothed priest took the list from the middle-aged subordinate. His white eyebrows slowly frowned and said, "The academy is indeed worthy of respect, but the Taoist Palace is a place to worship Haotian."
Ning Que heard the other party's polite rejection. He had slightly reduced his anxiety and madness before, and he became a little more aware of his body. He leaned forward slightly. He listened to the old eyes of the man and said, "If it were the past, I would definitely force him."
I asked you to come to see me, and then I would humiliate you in front of her as much as possible, but now I am very anxious, so I ask you to take a closer look at the waist tag in my hand."
He took out a waist sign from his belt and held it in front of the red-clothed priest. The distance was so close. It looked like it was hit on the other party's wrinkled face.
The red-clothed priest heard Ye Hongyu's name, but he didn't understand it for a while, because he had been living in the Taoist sect and had never heard anyone call this name except for those years.
After a while, I woke up and looked at Ning Que, thinking that even if you are the disciple of Master, you dare to directly call the name of the Great Judgment God, and it is unacceptable to such disrespect.
However, his angry eyes immediately condensed after touching the waist card.
Looking at this ordinary waist card, the red-clothed priest had an extremely shocked mood in his old eyes. He remembered the rumors he heard when he returned to the temple to report his work last year, and the rumors that the little maid next to Ning Que was in the body.
It began to tremble uncontrollably, and every wrinkle became pale,
He suddenly felt that he was really old and forgot so many important things in succession. Since Mr. Thirteen of the Academy appeared in front of him, why would that person not be there?
If you are old and confused, you are stupid and as stupid as yourself. How can you still have the right to continue to sit in the position of the red-clothed priest? When you return to Xiling to report your duties this year, if Commander Luo still refuses to let go, then you will be fine.
But what if I’m old and stupid? After sixteen years, I finally saw this waist-baring card again. On the throne that was empty for sixteen years, there was finally a glory again. Everything was enough!
The old priest in red thought of a lot of things in a very short time after seeing the waist sign. Then he turned around and looked at the black carriage and slowly knelt down.
Seeing this scene, a burst of exclamations rang out from the quiet Taoist temple.
Ning Que was not surprised. There were many waist cards in his belt, but people in the world could only remember some of them, but often forget others.
But what happened next still made him feel a little strange.
The priest in red knelt in front of the black carriage, his palms fell on the slightly rough stone floor, his gray hair trembled slightly, muttering something, and he could no longer find any shock or horror in his eyes.
Only endless sad thoughts, as well as extremely pious excitement and excitement.
The people in the field still didn't understand what was going on. They didn't know who was sitting in the black carriage. Even if the throne of Xiling arrived in person, it would not have made the priest in red perform such a great gift.
Only the middle-aged priest vaguely guessed the truth of the matter.
As the most trusted subordinate of the Red-clothed Priest, after the Red-clothed Priest returned from the Xiling Temple last year, he had seen the Red-clothed Priest look as ecstatic as a song in many late nights when he saw the Red-clothed Priest drunkenly, and heard something intermittently.
So he knelt down behind the red-clothed priest without hesitation.
The middle-aged priest bowed heavily to the black carriage, and then said in a trembling voice with endless fear or awe: "Welcome the daughter of light to the land of the world."
The four words "The Daughter of Light" slowly floated in the building, and disappeared without a trace before they could hit the wall, but they continued like thunder in the ears of the crowd.
Only the dense sound of fabric rubbing, the sound of knees touching the ground, and the sound of bowing heavily, sounded densely in the quiet white hall. Whether people were standing on the stone steps or reading the Scriptures, they were hearing middle-aged
After the trembling words of the priest, he knelt down as quickly as possible.
People worshipped the black carriage, and dared not speak in awe.
I don't know how long it took.
Sangsang's slightly tired voice sounded from the black carriage: "Get up."
No one got up because the most respected priest in the red in the field still knelt before the black carriage.
From the moment I heard that sound, turbid tears began to erect on the old face of the red-clothed priest, and the deep wrinkles were suddenly wet, just like the cracked earth that had been dry for countless years, finally ushering in spring rain.
He burst into tears, his whole body trembled, and he happily forgot to stand up.
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(I'm not saying that because Mo Yan won the award, I was so happy for a long time, and then I was delayed for some time. Well, I was mainly packing my luggage and talking to my parents, so I wrote less, and tomorrow was miserable.
The land is about to fly for another day, and I repeated the words countless times. The motherland is so fucking big... I went out at around 8 o'clock in the morning, and tried to write some at the airport on the plane or on the middle of the flight, and then I didn't get home at around 9 o'clock in the evening.
At that time, if you really can't write, then you can adjust the holiday on Saturday the day after tomorrow and report it to everyone.)