Nightfall Chapter 80: Momoyama snow chaos
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Long Qing was able to live out of the abyss back then, because his gray eyes and the Tongtian pill, every time he thinks of that difficult process afterwards, he will have lingering palpitations and some pride, because after all he survived, and Probably the first person to walk out of the abyss alive. Who would have thought that someone walked out of the abyss today, and that person looked so relaxed and casual, just like strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
He guessed the identity of the other party, shocked and unspeakable, the heavenly book in his hand seemed to lose its appeal. The mood of the watcher is also a bit complicated. He raised his head and looked at the snow falling from the sky. After a moment of silence, he said with emotion: “Since she has really left Peach Mountain, then it is our turn to go back.”
The wind and snow are getting stronger, covering the Taoist temple and the surrounding mountains. With a creak, the gate is pushed open, and Long Qing and the middle-aged Taoist walk out in wheelchairs. The viewer was sitting in a wheelchair with an ordinary blanket on his knees. He stretched out his skinny hand to dust off the snow from the blanket, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Taoshan is also in the wind and snow. Thousands of priests and deacons have gathered on the cliff, but they are silent. People look at the half-ruined Temple of Light, remembering the loud noise from the abyss below the cliff, vaguely guessed When what happened, he couldn’t believe it, his expression was shocked.
No one dared to walk into the Temple of Light to find out. The priests and deacons stood in front of the Temple of Light with pale faces. They didn’t know what to do next. They had been standing in the wind and snow all night.
The situation is urgent. When the teacher came to the Temple of Light last night, he did not have time to ride the shrine. The thin and small body was just exposed in front of people. The snow chips hanging on his sparse eyebrows looked a bit ridiculous, but his expression was It’s so serious, and doesn’t care about the things that I have cared about most.
Nothing is more severe than what happened in the Temple of Light. When the twilight fell, the headmaster finally couldn’t wait any longer. He walked into the temple and walked out again after a long time, his face His expression is solemn like a mountain, and cold like snow.
The people in the Xiling Temple looked at the expressions on the head of the master, knowing that the guess and the truth should not be much different, the expressions on their faces became extremely frightened, and some elderly priests passed out in despair-Haotian really left Xiling Temple? Is she going to abandon her most devout believers?
There was a dead silence in the Haotian Temple later, and the headmaster stood in front of the curtain. His body was already thin and short, and he was squatting weakly at this time, looking even more pitiful.
Only he, Ye Hongyu and Zhao Nanhai are in the hall. His voice was a little tired, and he said: “The Taoist must keep this secret, and it must not be known to believers in the world.”
Zhao Nanhai nodded solemnly and agreed with the headmaster’s handling measures. Ye Hongyu looked at the headmaster on the stone steps blankly, the sword hidden in the red skirt was awe-inspiring.
The head teacher did not feel her strangeness. He looked at her and said anxiously: “Send all the people in the ruling temple, and you must send…Please go back to Momoyama.”
His mood is a little sad, and his extreme anxiety is not at all the chic and easy manners of a strong man of more than five realms. He looks like a child lost with his mother in the market.
Looking at the teacher’s trembling eyebrows, Ye Hongyu’s face showed a slightly ironic look, and then she slowly raised her right hand, and began to shine with the radiant light behind the curtain.
She is ready to take out the sword, she only needs to move the Dao Xin slightly and the Dao sword will break through the air. She knows that although the head teacher is severely injured, she is still strong, but she no longer wants to wait.
At this moment, there was a faint noise on the mountain road below the temple. Then, there was a rush of footsteps, and several priests suddenly walked into the Haotian temple, trembling to report: someone is coming.
Three people from Zhishouguan came to the Xiling Temple, Longqing walked in the forefront, the pioneer middle-aged Taoist pushing the wheelchair and walking afterwards, the master sitting in the wheelchair, his expression calm and natural, the Qingyi on his body gradually The thin snow is so clear, and the color is pure like the sky.
Thousands of priests and deacons on the cliff, looked at the three slowly walking from the bottom of the mountain, thinking that the Qingguang Formation of Xiling Temple did not respond, shocked, and waited for them to recognize that the one walking in the front Long Qing, vaguely guessed the identity of the person in the wheelchair, no one dared to step forward to stop him.
The dark crowd separated like a tide. The watcher was sitting in a wheelchair and looking at the temples that hadn’t been seen for many years. The emotions on his face were still indifferent to the indescribable nostalgia. He frowned slowly when he saw the Temple of Light, which had been half in ruins.
Dozens of old priests walked hurriedly, then knelt down in front of the wheelchair in the most humble posture, and paid homage to Taoist priests. They lived long enough to have seen the true face of Taoists in Tsing Yi.
The priests and deacons on the cliff were only guessing about the identity of the Taoist in Tsing Yi. At this moment, seeing this scene, there is no reason to understand. I can’t help but look at each other. Some priests and deacons with lower seniority were Infected by the atmosphere in front of the Temple of Light, they knelt down one after another.
Zhao Nanhai and Ye Hongyu, as well as people from the Nanhai line in the Tianyu Temple, rushed to the Guangming Temple. These most noble figures in Taoshan greeted the Taoist Tsing Yi in the wheelchair.
The Nanhai line returned to Xiling Temple. It was originally the arrangement of Guanzhu. At this time, when the Guanzhu came to Taoshan, they naturally had to show their attitude. And Ye Hongyu had lived in Zhishouguan when she was young. The most respected brother is the disciple of the Lord, how can she not kneel?
There are fewer people in the Haotian Temple than before. There are only two people in the temple. The master sits quietly in a wheelchair, and the head teacher is standing in front of him, with a very complicated expression.
Looking at the master in the wheelchair, the master’s body trembled slightly.
He didn’t understand that this person had been cut into useless by Ning Que with a startling formation, even Haotian had abandoned him, and he hadn’t been to Xiling Temple for many years, but why is he? You don’t have to do it, just show up in Taoshan, and you will have the end of the betrayal? Only then did he understand that he still underestimated the position and influence of Zhishouguan in the Taoist school.
There was a dead silence in the hall, and the radiant light behind the curtain had been gathered at some point, like a burned candle, with a sense of despair.
The head teacher knew that the observer in the wheelchair would die if he just thought about it, but he didn’t dare to do anything because he was terrified. What frightened him the most was that he didn’t understand why he was so. Fearing the other person, why a useless person can bring such a great sense of oppression to oneself.
Finally, he knelt down in front of the wheelchair: “I have seen Uncle Master.”
The Guanzhu said: “After you became the master teacher, did you ever call my uncle master?”
The instructor lowered his head and said: “Uncle Master has traveled far in the South China Sea for many years, and it is difficult to meet each other.”
The master said: “In your opinion, it is best not to meet.”
The head teacher was silent. He knew that in front of the Lord, any explanation and any words were meaningless things. He just didn’t understand what the other party was going to do.
(I’m really sorry, I ran for two days, I was too sleepy, and it was written that I fell asleep. This chapter has only two thousand words. In addition, thank you everyone who participated in the book review activity for your hard work.) (To be finished Continued)