Hearing Sang Sang's tired voice, the tired Ning Que sobered up a little, let go of the hand holding the handle of the Pu knife, and put it into his waist - he was a Tang man from the academy, and naturally he didn't have the slightest affection for these divine sticks from the Xiling Temple, and because Sang Sang's body was extremely anxious, his feelings were extremely unstable, but since he could not use force, there was naturally no need for a war between the temple and the academy.

Just as he was about to take his hand out of his belt, an old voice slowly sounded from the depths of the Dao Hall: "Mr. Thirteen, don't take it, this is not a wasteland, and I am not Cheng Lixue." ”

As the old voice sounded, the middle-aged priest and the cathar knights suddenly looked stunned, and a moment later, an elderly priest wearing a crimson robe walked out slowly.

Chapter 46 of Volume 3 of the Xiling Shrine I finally heard your voice, not all Daoists are qualified to wear this kind of crimson robes, especially the red-clothed priests stationed in various subject countries, and they have a status that is difficult for their companions in the temple to achieve.

This old red-clothed priest has been stationed in the Qi State Dao Hall for more than thirty years, although he does not have a strong background backer in the Xiling Temple, even if the Emperor of Qi State is in front of him, he must maintain enough respect.

Looking at the black carriage and Ning Que beside the car, a vigilant look appeared in the cloudy eyes of the red-clothed priest, thinking that this person had left the Tang State Mission and went straight to the Rotten Ke Temple, how could he appear here today?

Listening to Mr. Thirteen's words, the previous vigilant and indifferent guardian knights finally knew the identity of the young man next to the black carriage, and they couldn't help but become extremely complicated.

The Tang Empire is the most powerful country in the world, and it is also the only world in the Xiling Temple that cannot be controlled, the academy and the Haotian Daomen have always been faintly hostile, and in the level that mortals can't know, they don't know how many earth-shattering battles have taken place, but the two sides have not torn their faces.

The red-clothed priest who respected (the fastest update) could not make a proud look in the face of a visitor with the status of a disciple on the second floor of the academy, but he would not show a timid expression.

And under the protection of the Xiling Temple, such as the Song Kingdom and the Qi Kingdom, they have not felt the horror of the Tang Kingdom's iron cavalry, so they are not very afraid, so the rest of the people in the Dao Hall are quite calm.

Looking at the red-clothed priest, Ning Que said: "Since you know who I am, and I don't want those things in the wasteland, then I think we should be able to discuss, I just need some medicinal materials from you here and I'm willing to pay, just trouble you to hurry up." ”

The red-clothed priest took the list from the middle-aged subordinate, his white eyebrows slowly furrowed, and said, "The academy is indeed worthy of respect, but the Dao Hall is a place to worship Haotian. ”

Ning Que heard the other party's refusal, and the anxiety and frenzy that had been slightly reduced before rose again, and his body slightly leaned forward to listen to this person's old eyes, and said: " If it was before, I would definitely force you to find Ye Hongyu to see me, and then I would humiliate you in front of her to my heart's content, but now I am in a hurry, so I ask you to take a serious look at the waist card in my hand He took out a waist card from his belt and held it up in front of the red-clothed priest, the distance was so close that it looked like it had smashed on the other party's wrinkled face.

The red-clothed priest listened to Ye Hongyu's name, which was a little familiar, but he didn't understand it for a while, because he had been living in the Daomen, and he had never heard anyone call him by this name except for the first few years.

After a while, he came to his senses, glared at Ning Que and thought to himself, even if you are the personal disciple of the Master, you dare to call the name of the Great Ruling Divine Throne, such a great disrespect is unacceptable.

However, his angry eyes suddenly froze after touching the waist card.

Looking at this ordinary style waist card, the old eyes of the red-clothed priest swelled with extremely shocked feelings, he remembered the rumors he heard when he returned to the temple last year to report on his work, and remembered the rumored little maid beside Ning Que, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and every wrinkle became pale He suddenly felt that he was really old, and he had forgotten so many important things in a row, since Mr. Thirteen of the Academy appeared in front of him, how could that person not be there?

Old and confused, it is mediocre, mediocre as oneself, where is the qualification to continue to sit in the position of the red-clothed priest, when he returns to Xiling to report on his work this year, if Commander Luo still refuses to let go, then he will follow.

But what about being old and mediocre? After 16 years, I finally saw this waist card again, and on the throne that had been empty for 16 years, there was finally brilliance again, and everything was enough!

The old red-clothed priest thought of a lot of things in the very short time after seeing the waist card, and then he turned to look at the black carriage and slowly knelt down.

Seeing this scene, there was an exclamation in the quiet Dao Hall.

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 forgot others.

But what happened next still felt a little strange to him.

The red-clothed priest knelt down in front of the black carriage, his palms falling on the slightly rough stone floor, his gray hair trembling slightly, muttering something, and there was no longer the slightest shock or horror in his eyes, only endless sentimental remembrance, and incomparably pious excitement and excitement.

The people in the audience still didn't understand what was happening, they didn't know who the person sitting in the black carriage was, even if the Xiling Divine Throne came in person, it wouldn't make the red-clothed priest act like this, 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 in ecstasy after being drunk in many late nights, and heard something intermittently. So he knelt down behind the red-clothed priest without hesitation, and 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 kingdom of earth." ”

The words "Daughter of Light" floated slowly through the building, disappearing before they could hit the wall, but they continued to thunder in the ears of the crowd.

Only the sound of dense cloth rubbing, knees touching the ground, and heavy bowing sounded densely in the quiet white hall, and people knelt down as fast as they could, whether they were standing on the stone steps or chanting the scriptures, after hearing the trembling words of the middle-aged priest.

People worshipped the black roof of the carriage in awe.

I don't know how long it took.

Sang Sang's slightly tired voice sounded from the black carriage: "Get up." ”

No one got up, for the red-clothed priest, who was the most revered in the room, still knelt in front of the black carriage.

From the moment he heard that voice, muddy tears began to crisscross the old face of the red-clothed priest, and the deep wrinkles were suddenly wet, like a cracked earth that had dried up for countless years, and finally ushered in the spring rain.

He burst into tears, trembled, and stood up happily.

(I owe a word, because Mo Yan won the award, I was really happy for a long time, and then I delayed for a while, well, mainly to pack my luggage and gossip with my parents, so I wrote less, and I will fly again for another day tomorrow very miserably, and I have repeated the words countless times, the motherland *** ...... Go out at eight o'clock in the morning, try to write some at the airport when you are on the plane or in transit, and then get home at nine o'clock at night, and then at that time, if you really can't write, then transfer the day after tomorrow Saturday to tomorrow, and report to everyone. ）！！！