Nightfall Chapter 172: Sin City (Part 2)
A little while ago, Ning Que left the Chunfeng Pavilion and walked towards Zhuque Street, leaving behind the worried couple Zeng Jing and the old lady Chao who seemed to have nothing happened.
Chao Xiaoshu left Chang'an with Liu Wu and the cavalrymen from Xiaoqi Camp, but the house was always lively, because countless government orders were issued through this house to all the cities in the city, plus shelter With dozens of refugees, the court house has not been quiet these days.
Today, the court house is very quiet, because since the early morning, the servants and refugees in the house have heard a lot of deafening noises and the big movements coming from the city.
People heard the sound of bells all over the city, then the sound of wind and knives, followed by thunder, snow, rain and explosions, until they saw the burning snow clouds in the sky.
Fear grew gradually, because no one knew what was going on. When Ning Que came and left, they knew that the battle was no longer in the world, so they became more and more chilled.
There are court officials in the court house, refugees who evade war, and brave fish-and-dragon gangs, but they are all ordinary people and they are not qualified to join this battle.
The courtyard was shrouded in a long period of silence. The refugees were holding their children nervously. They were afraid that the ignorant would make a noise. They sat at the table with the old lady and Zeng Jing with different expressions.
After all, some people can't help it. The person who stood up first did not exceed the expectations of the old lady. He looked at the other person and said: "You should be very clear that if you go, you will die."
Qi Siye responded: "Er, when have you seen me afraid of death?"
Chen Qi, who had been standing quietly by the flower window, turned her head and looked at her fourth brother. His brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to disagree. He was about to stop talking, but the old lady waved.
"Go and die if you want to, do you want me, a bad old man, to agree?"
Qi Siye smiled. Turning around, leading dozens of Tsing Yi gangs, walked out of the court house.
Chen Qi said after a moment of silence: "It makes no sense."
The old lady Chao knows what he is talking about. At this time, the battle on Suzaku Street has long been beyond the scope of the five realms. Non-worldly forces can influence, and the Academy cannot defeat that powerful enemy. Everyone in Chang'an City is dead, and there is no way to stop each other.
"People always need to be helped. Or hope to be helped."
The old lady Chao said: "Although Mr. Thirteen is not ordinary people like us, I think he also hopes to see us Chang'an people come and help him."
Chen Qi said: "If the help is not effective, it is meaningless."
"Even if the master is really a god, we only need to look at it, and we mortals will die, but as long as we can let him take a look in the crowd. Who can say that this is completely meaningless?"
The wrinkles on the old man’s face were filled with calmness and freedom, and said: "Even if you said, our appearance is meaningless, but as long as we are there, it actually has meaning."
The academician Zeng Jing at the table first understood the meaning of this sentence and nodded in agreement.
"Yuan, the Tang Dynasty is the Tang Dynasty of the academy, and the courts and uncles of the Tang Dynasty respect the academy and fully worship it. But when have you ever seen any Chinese who whispered to the academy and regarded themselves as servants? It is also sheltered, but with those around The country bullied by the temple is completely different. Why is it so? Naturally it is the rules set by the academy and the master, but more importantly, it is the attitude of us Tang people."
The old lady Chao said: "We are not the pigs and dogs raised by Taomen in the Yan Kingdom, Southern Jin and Song Kingdoms. We are the owners of this land, so we need to be there, even if we die."
Chen Qi is a military division of the Yulong Gang, who is good at strategy. But rarely really go to the battlefield. Judging the situation is often based on the effect of the action. At this time, listening to the old lady's words, if touched.
"Since I am going to die, of course the old, the weak, the women and the disabled die first. I have lived more than seventy years old, and I deserve to die."
The old lady tremblingly helped the table stand up, took the crutches from the bed warmer beside her, and walked out with the help of an old servant.
Associate Professor Zeng Jing said: "I'm old too, and I should go with the second break."
Ms. Zeng Jing said: "I am a useless woman, I should go there most."
The old lady motioned to Chen Qi to take someone to watch Zeng Jing and his wife, and smiled and said, "If Ning Que sees his father-in-law and his mother-in-law being cheated to die by me, I'm really afraid that he will be embarrassed. Pick one."
There is no spring breeze in Chunfeng Pavilion today, only the cold snowflakes are dancing. It opens to the front door of the house. The old man and the old and weak servants and some old people from the refugees walked into the street.
The old man, holding a walking stick in his hand, walked all the way and knocked on the door, calling friends, recruiting people, and calling out all the neighbors who had been familiar with him for decades.
"As long as the old do not die, not the young."
I said to the old lady that his expression was not serious, nor did he have a sense of sadness and grandeur, but with a smile, as if calling these old guys to go to the West Lake for tea and chess.
The old guys in the neighborhood didn't feel like that. The Chinese were martial artists. They were all soldiers who had been soldiers. This trip to Suzaku Street is like setting off to the battlefield.
This is a very common thing.
They even felt as if they had returned to the barracks back then, very excited.
After Chen Qi dealt with Zeng Jing and his wife, he hurried out of the house to chase the old man. What he saw were dozens of old Hao Shou and their nephews who were full of aggressiveness.
Looking at this scene, he showed a bitter, slightly mocking smile, thinking that the flow of people was so mighty, but only to make the **** have a look. It was really stupid and idiotic.
Though thinking like this, the speed at his feet did not slow down, and soon he rushed to the front of the crowd to replace the old servant and hold the body of the old man.
There is no way. Whoever calls him is also a Chinese. Sometimes the Chinese are so stupid and idiot.
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There is a Taoist temple on a certain street. The person who presides over Taoist affairs is a thin Taoist. The skinny Taoist likes to eat noodles the most. Because he can only do this job, if he doesn't want to do it, he needs to save a long time before he can buy some fine wine. Lure the neighbors from the neighborhood to come over and listen to him preach the Xiling teaching once.
This Taoist temple is very inconspicuous, but there have been many things that will be written in history in the future. For example, the Taoist gate walked Ye Su, who used to be a missionary here, and the masters of the academy and Ye Su once performed in front of the stone steps. After a debate, Ye Su once enlightened the Tao here, he broke the Taoist temple and then built a new one.
Skin Taoist is an ordinary Taoist, he only knows the status represented by Ye Su Dao bun. But he doesn't know the true identity of the other party, and he doesn't know that these things have happened in his own small Taoist temple, otherwise, he will not worry as much as he is now, or he may worry more than he is now.
"I am troubled."
Skinny Taoist looked at the disciples in front of him, with a sad face, and said: "I really don't know what to do. Do you have any ideas?"
The little Taoists recite the religious texts every day, where can they come up with any ideas?
The thin Taoist looked up at the burning snow clouds in the sky, and said: "I have indeed heard of Zhishou Guan, that is the unknown place of our Taoism, and that Guanzhu is our ancestor."
A little Taoist said: "But I heard from the neighbours that Grandpa Master is going to demolish Chang'an City."
"So I am very troubled... Do you say that we should help Master Zu, or should we stop him?"
The thin Taoist sighed.
Suddenly, he stomped his feet as if venting his hatred, and yelled at the burning snow clouds in the sky: "I don't care if he is the Patriarch or something. I have been taking care of this Taoist temple all my life, even Haotian To demolish my Taoist temple, I have to fight him to the end!"
The thin Taoist led the little Taoist priests to leave the Xiaodao Temple. They were holding heavy incense burners and carrying the old wood that had been piled up in the corner of the wall, ready to fight against their ancestors.
Different from the people on Henger Street in Chunfeng Pavilion, they struggled more intensely, but once they made a decision, they did not hesitate anymore. What to do wholeheartedly.
Because they are all people of faith.
Enemy with Daomen. This seems to be a serious violation of faith, but whether it is the thin Taoist or the little Taoist. They have long said it is not clear what they believe in.
They are from the Tang Dynasty and have lived in Chang'an all their lives. They once thought that they believed in Haotian, but when they picked up the incense burner, carried the wooden stick and walked out of Taoist temple, they realized that what they believed was the faith itself.
In short, they are all believers.
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In the doctrine of Xiling Temple, suicide is a serious crime, and being a Taoist but being an enemy of Taoism is even more serious, and all will be punished by Haotian's cruelest.
The old lady Chao took his companions and appeared on Suzaku Avenue, killing him or committing suicide.
The thin Taoist led the little Taoist priests to stop in front of Guanzhu, which is apostasy and blasphemy.
In other words, they all have the evil of being impure.
There are many such people.
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Three Taoists of Nanmen Temple are arranging formations.
They are the masters of Tianshu, and Haotian's most pious followers.
Their faces are pale, and their hearts are extremely painful.
But there was no hesitation in their actions.
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The old lady of Chu, with women and children in the mansion, crossed the long street with a sword.
The old lady is the widow of the 16th Guards General Chu Xiongtu, with silver hair fluttering in the snow.
She gave birth to seven sons and thirty-seven grandchildren in her life.
For decades, two sons and three grandsons died in the border of Datang. This year in Yanjing, Qichengzhai, and Congling, she had another eleven descendants.
Now all the males in Chu Mansion are fighting with the invaders on the battlefield of the four fields of the Tang Dynasty. There are only a dozen old and weak women and children around her, and only a few knives.
Knowing that she came to die, she was indifferent and didn't care.
The Chu family is full of loyalty, they are all dead, they are still full of loyalty!
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If Haotian really has eyes.
So on this long snowy street, everyone sins and commits different sins.
Today's Chang'an City is a city of sin.
What a sin city.
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