Ye Hongyu didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
Ning Que looked at her and continued: "Long Qing's life will not do any good to your Xiling Temple or our Tang Dynasty, and I have no way to kill him now, so I need you to take action personally."
Ye Hongyu suddenly said: "Since he betrayed the temple, he can no longer survive in Haotian's world, so he will definitely leave the Central Plains and enter the wasteland."
Ning Que said: "This is what I'm worried about. The wilderness is vast and vast. He took those fallen knights and hid in the abandoned mountains. Who can find him again?"
"But to leave the Central Plains and enter the wasteland, if you don't go through your Tang country, you have to pass through the land of Yan country. I don't think Long Qing and his subordinates can do it."
Ye Hongyu said: "Because you have forgotten that there is a person in Yan State. Compared with us, that person should be the person Long Qing wants to kill the most. Correspondingly, that person also wants Long Qing to die the most?"
"You mean Prince Chongming?"
Only then did Ning Que know that the Xiling Temple had already made arrangements, but he still felt that it was unreliable. He frowned and said, "Even if Prince Chongming can control Yan's cavalry, they are all ordinary people after all. I don't think he has the ability."
Kill Long Qing."
Ye Hongyu said expressionlessly: "Even if we can't kill him, we can at least hold him back for a while."
Ning Que understood something and said: "The delay is naturally to wait for someone to arrive."
Ye Hongyu said: "That's exactly it."
Ning Que looked into her eyes and asked, "Go in person."
Ye Hongyu looked back at him calmly and said, "I'll go there myself."
Ning Que immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Goodbye."
Ye Hongyu raised his slender eyebrows and said, "It seems that you really don't want to see me appear in front of you."
"If it were any other time, I would be willing to make a pot of good tea, cut a few plates of beef, and have a long chat with you, Mr. God, until the candles are dying... But I am really anxious now."
"No matter how good the tea is, it cannot be paired with beef. It should be paired with strong wine. As a disciple of the Master, you would actually make such a mistake in the combination of ingredients. It seems that you are really anxious."
Ning Que looked down at the boots on his feet, thinking about the blood these boots had stepped on yesterday, and said, "Yesterday in front of the Red Lotus Temple, Long Qing said that he might be the son of Hades."
Listening to these words, Ye Hongyu laughed, but the meaning hidden in the smile was very complicated. She looked at Ning Que and said: "Now everyone in the world is guessing that you are the son of Pluto, but because there is no evidence, so
Neither our Taoist sect nor the Buddhist sect took action, but you said Long Qing was the one?"
Ning Que raised his head, spread his hands and said with a smile: "At least judging from the stories over the years, Long Qing is more like the son of Hades than me, because he is darker than me and more miserable than me."
Ye Hongyu said: "This cannot explain anything. You must know that the reason why everyone is speculating that you are the son of Pluto is because the former God of Light used his eyes to discover you in Chang'an City."
Ning Que said: "But what he saw may not be true. In fact, the Xiling Temple finally rejected his view. The temple owner personally suppressed him into the You Pavilion as proof."
Ye Hongyu looked at him quietly. After being silent for a long time, he suddenly said: "But have you ever thought about why the Taoist sect had such a strong reaction if the God of Light just saw it wrong back then? Why did the temple master repeat his duties?
The human kingdom, personally suppressed it? I don’t know what exactly happened back then, but I vaguely felt that this matter would not be so simple."
"Most things in the world are simple when you think about them, and complicated when you think about them. The reason why the viewer personally suppressed Wei Guangming back then was probably just because the old man was too obsessed and still wanted to cause a bloody storm in Chang'an City.
Feng, killed the son of Pluto in his imagination, and the temple master cares about the world and the Taoist sect, how could he be allowed to provoke another war between the Taoist sect and the academy?"
Ning Que said calmly: "I have thought about these things, but you probably haven't thought about it. Even if Wei Guangming is the most amazing light throne in the Xiling Temple for hundreds of years, light and darkness are always realms beyond the human world. How can he see through them?"
The arrangement of a hierarchical existence like Pluto?”
"Perhaps the truth Wei Guangming saw back then was just the truth in the mirror, so he mistook fiction for reality. I was just an illusion cast by Pluto in the world, a dummy in the mirror, and Long Qing was not there.
In this mirror, he is the real side."
The door of the Taoist temple slowly opened, and the blazing torches were blown by the air gushing out of the temple. The light around the stone steps suddenly became a little flickering and uneasy.
The blood-red robe of the God of Judgment fluttered slowly in the night wind. Ye Hongyu walked out with an indifferent expression. Looking at her figure, everyone, including the red-clothed priest, quickly bowed and saluted.
Without having any conversations with the priests in the Taoist temple, nor going to the palace to accept the worship of the Emperor of Qi, Ye Hongyu got on the sacred chariot and took with him 500 temple guardian knights and dozens of subordinates of the Judgment Department, just like that.
leave.
The divine chariot arrived at dusk and was about to leave shortly after nightfall. She left the Xiling Temple and came to the capital of this human country. It seemed that she came here specifically to meet Ning Que and treat Sangsang's illness.
The subordinates of the Judgment Department, who had been maintaining solemn silence, could no longer suppress the shock in their hearts. They looked doubtfully at the dark window above the Taoist Temple, thinking that they could actually make the God of Judgment come and go when summoned.
It seems that the relationship between the academy and the throne is unexpectedly close.
Luo Kedi, who was as burly as a mountain, walked silently behind the chariot. He looked at the graceful figure looming in the veil of the chariot with an indifferent expression, and the fanatical and greedy look in his eyes appeared and disappeared.
You are obsessed with cultivating the Tao, so you are called the Taoist idiot, but are you really the Taoist idiot in the eyes of believers who is devoted to cultivating the Tao and does not care about worldly affairs, and does not even know the fireworks of the world? He thought silently, how could he actually use the power of the academy to make himself famous in the temple?
As their status becomes more and more stable, how can such a person really not understand the fireworks of the world?
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The autumn wind across the continent is getting quieter, and Chengjing, the capital of the Yan Kingdom located in the northern border, is even colder as if winter has arrived. The withered yellow leaves are blown by the wind and rolling all over the ground along the silent long street, accompanied by a crisp sound.
Crushed into powder.
Since early morning, most of the streets in the capital of Yan State have been under martial law. Except for the troops holding weapons, no one can be seen on the streets. Even so, the soldiers still looked particularly vigilant and stood with their backs to the street.
, staring at all the movable objects in front of you, including the fallen leaves.
All of this was due to the huge divine chariot moving slowly along the long street. The divine chariot had just entered the capital through the South City Gate, passed the Imperial Palace of the State of Yan without entering, and then headed towards the North City Gate.
That divine chariot is gorgeous and huge, as if it is a moving Taoist temple. Coupled with hundreds of cavalry and dozens of strong men from the Adjudication Department, it logically should walk very slowly. In fact,
It was indeed walking slowly at this time. However, what is miraculous is that a few days ago, this sacred chariot was still in the capital of Qi in the south, and now it appeared in the capital of Yan in the north. This in itself is almost a miracle.
The curtains surrounding the sacred chariot are very thin. Even if they hang down countless layers like cold willows in the fog by the lake in winter, they still cannot completely block out the penetration of light and cold wind.
There was a bit of coldness inside the divine chariot, and the breath turned into heat mist. However, Ye Hongyu was still wearing the thin blood-red divine robe, stepping lightly on the velvet blanket with his feet swaying, and it seemed that he could not feel the slightest chill at all.
Prince Chongming tightened his fur robe tightly and tried his best to make his sitting posture more upright and respectful. He tried his best not to look at the beautiful girl's naked feet, because he knew very well that although this girl was beautiful, she would not be able to wear this blood-red divine dress.
After she wears the robe, her beauty already belongs to Haotian, and cannot be approached by mortals like me.
Ye Hongyu looked at the frail man sitting a few feet away and said in a cold voice: "You disappoint me very much."
A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Prince Chongming's lips, and he said: "Master Shenzuo, although I also want to kill my younger brother, he is also my father's son after all. There are many loyal subordinates in the Yan Kingdom. The most important thing is
, he is now a great practitioner in the realm of knowing destiny, and the Yan State is weak, so there is really no way to stop him."
Ye Hongyu said expressionlessly: "No matter how weak a country is, it is not something that a cultivator can resist. I said in the letter that if you can't stop him, you have to hold him back for a while."
"It's really Chongming's fault that it disappoints the throne."
Prince Chongming looked at the northern wilderness outside the city gate, with extremely complicated emotions on his face, and murmured: "This time he goes there, no one can stop him."
Ye Hongyu looked at the expression on his face, thoughtfully.
Prince Longqing and his fallen knights successfully broke through several defense lines of the Xiling Temple. After entering the territory of the Yan Kingdom, they seemed to blend into the land and quietly passed through Chengjing and entered the wasteland.
In the eyes of many people, Xiling Temple's pursuit of this apostate could only end here, because even a thousand years ago, when the Great Priest of Light apostatized the religion, the Taoist sect never attempted to enter the wasteland to pursue him.
Because that seemingly barren but actually fertile land does not belong to the Central Plains people.
Haotian's divine brilliance has not completely covered that place.
However, to everyone's surprise, the chariot of the High Priest of Judgment did not turn south at Chengjing City, but continued towards the wasteland.
The chilling autumn wind became stronger and stronger in the wilderness. At a certain moment, it actually blew up all the heavy curtains around the chariot. Only then did the priests discover in shock that the graceful figure of the Judgment God's Seat was no longer there.
In the wilderness to the northwest of the Yan Kingdom's border fortress, there are mountains that are not very steep. There are hot springs in the mountains, and a thin lake as blue as the sea beside the mountains. The lake is shaped like a beautiful woman's waist.
The autumn wind blows gently among the cliffs, and the blood-red divine robe on Ye Hongyu's body makes a hunting sound, outlining an extremely charming waistline, just like the thin blue lake under the cliff, which can make countless people in the world willingly drown in it.
Looking at the fires beside the blue lake in the distance, the expression on her face did not change at all. Just like ascending the throne of judgment, these are all things that come naturally to her.
Since she promised Ning Que that she would personally kill the mad dog, she would definitely do it, no matter whether she had to chase him to the end of the world or to the ends of the sea, in the Central Plains or the wasteland.