Two years ago in Chaoyang City, Chen Cun and three other red-clothed priests used magic to self-destruct and helped Ning Que and Sangsang escape. During the subsequent escape journey, the priests of the Temple of Light had also been secretly
Help them. At that time, Sangsang was the daughter of Pluto. The behavior of these people was difficult to understand in the eyes of outsiders, and for the Taoist sect, it was an unbearable betrayal.
The Xiling Temple was furious, especially the headmaster and other big figures, who were even more furious about this. So a bloody purge and punishment began quietly within the Taoist sect. In just a few months, no one knew how many people died.
What's even more terrifying is that the outside world doesn't even know about it.
After Chen Cun's death, the Qi State Taoist Temple was transferred to the hands of a certain red-clothed priest who was favored by the headmaster. The subordinates who were loyal to the old priest were subjected to extremely severe torture. The middle-aged priest, as Chen Cun's confidant, was not spared.
He dedicated all the large fortune he had accumulated over decades to
The new priest in red finally survived by luck, but he could only do some chores in the Taoist temple. Although he was still a priest, he would never have the same status as before. He was worse than an ordinary deacon, and even a janitor.
The guards dared to scold him like a dog.
The middle-aged priest thought that his life would be like this, but he would rather endure endless humiliation than leave the Taoist temple, because he wanted to continue to watch this place for Chen Cun, and he wanted to wait for the recovery of the Temple of Light. The most important thing
Yes, he was waiting for the young couple who came to seek medicine that year.
Those who believe in Haotian will have good fortune. This is the clear statement at the beginning of the Xiling Temple's canon. The middle-aged priest finally waited for his good fortune and waited for Ning Que's arrival.
The spring rain was slightly cold, and the ground in front of the main entrance of the Taoist Temple was wet. Ning Que quietly listened to the middle-aged priest's account of his life in the past two years, and asked: "Guangming Temple...where are the others?"
Through the middle-aged priest's answer, Ning Que knew what kind of disaster the Guangming Temple, which had been weak for more than ten years, suffered in that bloody purge. Those old guys sent by the Guangming Temple to various countries
They are basically all dead, and it is difficult to continue the legacy.
The middle-aged priest cried in pain as he spoke.
Ning Que remained silent.
At this moment, Sangsang's cold voice sounded from the carriage behind him: "Get in."
Last spring, changes occurred in the Temple of Light on Taoshan. Many people in the Taoist sect had vaguely guessed the truth, especially the middle-aged priest who was a member of the Temple of Light. He was under the pressure of the new red-clothed priest and those deacons.
He endured the ridicule for another year because he had hope.
He knew the relationship between Ning Que and Haotian, and when he heard the sound in the carriage, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, and his body trembled violently, as if he would faint in the next moment.
But at this moment, how could he be unconscious? The middle-aged priest bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to wake up with the pain, and then desperately pushed open the main door of the temple.
The main door of the Taoist temple was very thick and heavy. He seemed to have used all his strength, his teeth were chattering, his joints were clicking, and the expression on his face seemed to be crying or laughing, almost crazy.
At this time, the person in charge of the affairs of the Dao Sect and the Qi Kingdom was the red-clothed priest who was favored by the headmaster. The deacons and personal guards responsible for the security of the palace gate were naturally his confidants. At this time, they were drinking and having fun around the fire behind the palace gate.
Previously, when the middle-aged priest pushed the temple door open a crack, those people were extremely angry. Now, seeing that instead of obeying, he pushed the temple door completely open, they couldn't help but feel even more angry.
The door of the palace was opened, and the wind and rain from outside fell in. The cold wind blew the dust under the copper stove everywhere, and the rain diluted the broth in the copper pot. How could they not be angry?
"Are you crazy? You didn't see us cooking meat!"
"If you don't close the door, I'll slap you!"
The shouts and curses kept ringing around the table.
If it were normal times, the middle-aged priest would have timidly admitted his mistake and quickly made amends after being reprimanded like this by these red-clothed priest's cronies, but today he had no reaction.
He held the reins and led the carriage towards the Taoist temple. His expression was humble, but those people were not in his eyes.
Looking at this scene, the deacons and guards felt a little surprised, some even laughed angrily, and another deacon tapped the edge of the pot with chopsticks and even started to curse.
Ning Que looked at these detestable deacons and guards, and thought about the believers who were kowtowing in the rain to seek medical advice before, and couldn't help but shake his head.
The deacon banged the copper pot louder, and his curse words became more and more filthy.
Ning Que's hand fell on the handle of the knife. There was water on the handle and it was slightly cold.
He didn't take action because this was a Taoist palace.
The cursing deacon suddenly noticed something falling into the copper pot in front of him. As soon as the boiling soup boiled, the thing immediately began to emit a strong aroma of meat.
The deacon was a little surprised. He swung his chopsticks in the soup and found a very tender piece of meat.
"With such a big piece of pork ribs, why don't you cut it into pieces before putting it in the pot?"
He habitually complained and cursed, but found that he was just opening his mouth and not making any sound at all, while his companions at the table looked at him in shock and weird eyes.
It was like those people had seen a ghost.
The deacon was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the front of his robe was completely covered with blood. He screamed in panic, but still couldn't make a sound, and instead spurted out a large cloud of blood!
It was only then that he discovered that his tongue had been broken at some point!
My tongue is rolling in the boiling soup!
His face turned pale and his expression became confused. Subconsciously, he held the chopsticks with trembling hands and reached into the soup, trying to fish out the half-cooked tongue.
At this time, a straight line of blood appeared on his wrist.
His right hand holding the chopsticks was broken at the wrist and fell into the boiling hot pot soup, causing numerous splashes of soup water.
When the hot soup fell on him, he didn't react at all because he was already stupid.
The deacons and guards at the table were so burned that they screamed, but their screams only lasted for a short period of time, because the next moment, they also lost their tongues.
The main entrance of the Taoist Temple suddenly became silent.
In the weird and terrifying atmosphere, the deacons and guards turned pale in pain and covered their mouths desperately. The next moment, they finally woke up and ran towards the hall desperately.
Ning Que did not stop these people.
It was still quiet in the carriage.
The middle-aged priest pulled the reins and looked at the backs of those people as if looking at dead people. He looked extremely indifferent, but in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a blazing flame of revenge.
Alarm bells rang loudly in the Taoist temple, and the sounds of armor and weapons clashing could be heard everywhere.
When they reached the depths of the Taoist temple, the carriage slowly stopped, and hundreds of priests, deacons and fully armed cavalry were seen pouring in from all directions of the Taoist temple, forming a tight siege.
A red-clothed priest with an arrogant expression walked out of the crowd.
He looked at the middle-aged priest, Ning Que, and the seemingly ordinary carriage, and slowly raised his arms with an indifferent expression, his palms facing the gray sky that kept falling.
"I don't care who you are, but this is the temple of Haotian! Let me, in the name of Haotian, use the most holy divine light to send you to the deepest part of the netherworld!"
As he finished speaking, a ray of divine light slowly emerged from the palm of the red-clothed priest.
Ning Que found that this Haotian divine radiance was very pure, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. He thought that the person Xiong Chumo chose to clean the Temple of Light was really capable.
Seeing that holy light, the hundreds of priests, deacons and cavalry in the Taoist temple all had expressions of awe on their faces. Even the few guys covering their mouths and covered in blood began to become excited.
They got up, but they never imagined what would happen next.
That Haotian divine light fell directly on the red priest himself!
Everyone was shocked and didn't know what was happening. Some foolish people thought this was the latest magical skill learned by the priest, until they discovered that the master looked extremely painful in the flames!
The red-clothed priest struggled desperately in the flames, trying to escape and lie down on the ground to extinguish the fire. However, other than a ridiculous struggle, he could not make any movement.
The holy flames burned fiercely on his body, and the divine robe on his body was instantly burned to ashes, and his skin was cracked, revealing bloody flesh, which looked extremely miserable!
The power of Haotian Shenhui is extremely terrifying. It only takes an instant to burn copper and iron into juice, let alone a human body. However, for some reason, the red-clothed priest did not die instantly...
This is even more terrifying because he has to endure the pain caused by ablation!
The car curtain was slightly raised, and Sangsang glanced at the scene with an expressionless expression.
The Haotian divine brilliance on the red-clothed priest suddenly became more intense, but the ablation speed became slower, not only his body, but also began to burn his Taoist heart!
Even the most devout Haotian fanatic believer in Taoism cannot bear this kind of absolute physical and mental pain, let alone this red-clothed priest who is obsessed with worldly pleasures?
In the blazing holy fire, a shrill howl suddenly sounded!
This shrill scream directly broke through the spring rain falling over the Taoist temple, broke through the layer of rain clouds high in the sky above the capital of Qi, and then fell into the streets and alleys of the capital, and into countless homes.
In the capital city of Qi, hundreds of thousands of people heard a miserable howl coming from the spring rain at the same time!
This miserable howl was filled with infinite pain and regret, and was so clear and profound that those who heard the miserable howl felt that they were carrying countless sins and fell to their knees one after another.
This is especially true for the hundreds of priests, deacons and cavalry in the Taoist temple.
They had already knelt down in the rain, which was covered in darkness.
Sang Sang looked a little tired and ignored these people and walked directly to the temple.
The people kneeling in the rain, looking at her tall figure, felt infinite panic and wanted to attack, but found that their bodies were shaking so much that they seemed to fall apart. How could they stand up?
Suddenly, thunderous hooves sounded in the wind and rain outside the Taoist Temple.
A Xiling Temple cavalry commander came to the venue, already soaked to the skin.
Looking at this man's armor, the people kneeling in the rain recognized his identity, and their spirits lifted slightly. There was a look of hope in their eyes, thinking that the temple cavalry must be chasing a powerful enemy.
No matter how powerful that woman is, how can she be an opponent of the temple cavalry? The people in the rain thought this way, but they did not realize that what happened today had already exceeded their imagination.
With a snap, the temple cavalry commander knelt down on his knees, rain splashing everywhere. Facing Sangsang's back, he touched the wet ground with his forehead, not daring to lift it up at all.
Ning Que looked at the commander and said, "Stop it and don't make too much noise."
"Yes." The commander agreed without hesitation, stood up and drew out the saber from the sheath.
Hundreds of Xiling Temple cavalry, who were on standby in the rain, poured into the temple silently.
The people kneeling in the rain finally despaired.
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(The story of Sangsang making Ning Que the king and helping Wu Laoer marry a concubine came from Armstrong’s story. A few volumes ago, when I first started writing, some readers had already guessed how it would play out in the end, so naturally I I won’t forget to play. A lot of my fun in writing books comes from playing with you. It suddenly rained in Daqing, and it was colder than the spring rain. Like Sang Sang, I also have a little cold, today and tomorrow. One chapter, three chapters will be written the day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.) (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)