Ye Su was on stage.

Since he is on stage, he can't be an audience, and he is always forced to drag into this tragic and comic drama and play his role well, even if he is the male protagonist who is destined to have a tragic ending.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion stood in front of the stage, with minor or serious injuries on their bodies, but as long as they could stand, they would not let go of the sword they were holding in their hands and held on to the area in front of them.

Just like the sword saint Liu Bai, just like Liu Yiqing, one foot in front of them is their territory, and the Southern Jin Dynasty has been completely occupied by the Xiling Temple, so one foot in front of them is the last homeland.

Long Qing knew that they would not get out of the way, he slowly raised his right hand, and at some point he pulled a black peach blossom between his fingers, and his gray eyes swept over their bodies.

These men of the Southern Jin Dynasty perfectly fulfilled the promise made by the master, and fought to the last moment, and did not let anyone get close to Ye Su until they stopped breathing.

They knew that death was coming, but they had no fear on their faces - Liu Bai once stabbed the sword in his hand to Haotian on Peach Mountain, they were Liu Bai's disciples and grandchildren, they inherited the sword intent, and never forgot the surging Yellow River, so whether it is Haotian's divine kingdom or the abyss of Hades, what is there to be afraid of?

Death didn't come immediately, because Chen Pipi walked out from behind Ye Su, walked in front of the Sword Pavilion disciple, looked at Long Qing and said, "You want the Dao Gate to be destroyed?"

Long Qing looked at the sky that was gradually getting brighter and brighter, was silent for a long time, and then said: "You should know very well that this is the teacher's will, and I am just the executor. ”

Chen Pipi's questioning was somewhat headless and tailless, and Longqing's answer was also a little inexplicable, as if he recognized the other party's statement, and this war to exterminate Protestantism was the beginning of the destruction of Taoism.

In fact, to understand this conversation, we only need to think about why the Dao Sect was able to tolerate Ye Su preaching in the human world for several years, and why he had not decided to kill him until now.

Ye Su used to be the world's leader in Taoism, but now he is the most important and indispensable figure in Protestantism, but he also has an identity - he is Ye Hongyu's most beloved brother.

Kill Ye Su, then Ye Hongyu will rebel, even if the Daomen even kills her, but the Xiling Temple will inevitably fall into chaos until it splits, in this case, how can you dare to say that you will win the academy and the Tang Kingdom?

Long Qing's gaze crossed Chen Pipi and the disciples of the Sword Pavilion and fell on Ye Su's body, Ye Su was looking at the scroll on the case at this time, as if he was thinking about some difficult question.

"The day he wrote the Protestant doctrine, he destroyed the very foundations of the Church...... There is no longer a need to believe in Haotian's Daomen, there is too much attraction to those stupid humans, and no one can reverse this trend, so he must die, the Daomen is split?

Long Qing paused for a moment, looked at the dissipating white smoke in the Dao Hall in the distance, and said expressionlessly: "What's more, she is dead, who can turn around?"

Yes, the white smoke has risen, then Ye Su's fate is doomed, and the opposite is the same, since Daomen wants to kill Ye Su, then Ye Hongyu's fate is also doomed.

For more than ten years, the brother and sister have seen each other very few times, and their feelings do not seem to be deep, or even indifferent, but in fact, everyone knows that their fates have always been linked, and if they want to kill, they must all be killed.

Ye Su picked up the pen and wrote a sentence on the paper, then raised his head, looked at Long Qing and said: "It's not difficult for me to die, why do you do so many things and kill so many people?"

Long Qing bowed, straightened up and said: "Senior brother is too modest, to kill you is the most difficult decision, the teacher has also been sleepless all night for this, where does the Daomen dare not be cautious." ”

Ye Su said thoughtfully: "Killing one person and dying to all people, I seem to deserve ten thousand deaths." ”

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More than 2,000 Xiling Temple apologetic cavalry entered from all over the city gates, and the war horses in armor only showed their eyes and noses, which looked particularly terrifying, and the knights on horseback were also wearing armor all over their bodies, and the black armor was engraved with runes made of gold threads, which were extremely dazzling.

According to the practice of Taoism, or directly the tacit understanding between the Tang State, the total number of apologetic cavalry owned by the Xiling Temple cannot exceed a certain rule, but with the previous war against the Tang Dynasty, this practice has long ceased to exist, and the Xiling Temple has expanded its army by virtue of the gold and silver resources enshrined by the countries of the world, and the total number of apologetic cavalry has already exceeded 20,000 cavalry, and it has the strength and confidence to compete with the heavy iron cavalry of the Tang State.

There were 2,000 apologetic cavalry who followed Hengmu Liren north to Qinghe County, and at this time were in the city of Yangzhou to suppress those preparatory rebels who were interested in the Tang State, while these 2,000 apologetic cavalry entered the Song State from Taoshan, quietly hidden, and followed Longqing to carry out the task of suppressing Protestant believers.

Using such a powerful military force to deal with thousands of unarmed Protestant believers, as well as a very small number of Sword Pavilion disciples, is completely a knife to kill chickens, and it can also be said that it is well arranged, which can be seen from the determination of the Daomen, they will definitely not allow Ye Su to continue to live, and they will not allow the Protestant religion to continue to develop.

The heavy horses in armor were unusually heavy, and the horses' hooves made a dull thud on the city streets, and when two thousand horsemen advanced at the same time, the dense hoofs turned into a torrential rain, and a thunderstorm.

The cathar cavalry galloped at high speed, with a grim expression, not paying any attention to what they had hit, and the people in the streets of the city were dodging, and everywhere there were screams of panic and screams after being knocked down.

The streets were full of smoke and dust, and a few hawkers who had managed to escape from under the horses' hooves huddled outside a tea shop with pale faces, trembling and speechless as they watched the cavalrymen who had gone away.

A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar, instead of avoiding the street corner like people, hurried forward with his bags on his back, covered in dust and sweating like rain, and went in the same direction as those cavalrymen.

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Long Qing pointed to the small courtyard next to the chalk, pointed to the firewood pile in the broken wall, looked at Ye Su and said, "I spent the night piling up these firewood, please go up." ”

Naturally, it's not to look at the scenery, although the pyre is higher than the ground and you can see farther, but standing there, the scenery in your eyes must be red, maybe blood or fire.

Ye Su glanced at him, didn't say anything, lowered his head and continued to write, and said, "Wait until I finish writing this paragraph." ”

There was no impatience on Longqing's face, because he didn't need patience, he walked forward, if he waited a little longer, or this would become a very legendary story in the history of religion, but he didn't care about ruining this beauty.

The sword of the disciple of the Sword Pavilion came up.

He waved his hand, and the spades bloomed, and the sword array burst into chaos.

At this moment, Ye Su stopped writing, looked up and said, "I'm done." ”

He wrote not notes, nor Protestant teachings, but travelogues.

It's not a travelogue of fleeing between countries these days, but a travelogue of many years ago, when he went to the countries to explore the life and death after seeing the black line on the wasteland, and the last one was written in Chang'an City a few years ago.

In that Chang'an city, there was a small Taoist temple, he lived in the Taoist temple for a long time, he repaired houses for the neighbors, saved money for the Taoist chief, he once argued with the senior brother of the academy, and also negotiated with the street vendors.

More years ago, when he traveled to various countries, he really blossomed in Chang'an City, and the so-called exploration of life and death had a real meaning, and he gained a lot, and those gains, with Jun Mo's sword in front of Qingxia, officially broke out of the shell, and gradually took shape with the smell of sewage in the alley in Linkang City.

This is the context of the formation of Protestant doctrines, which is simple to sum up, but in fact complex, the doctrines of Protestantism are based on the Xiling canon, integrating the concept of the academy, and finally determined by Ye Su's modern pen and ink, there is no voluminous writings, there is no way to explain, even Ye Su himself, he only had time to write a few volumes of teachings, and there is no time to complete this work, so he spent his last time writing this travelogue.

This travelogue has a total of 5,000 and 41 words, only narrating and not commenting, only writing what you have seen and heard, not reasoning, only compassion and self-improvement, no begging and yearning for the afterlife, simple and not simple.

This travelogue is all about just one thing: to be alive.

What exactly is faith, what is the meaning of believers' beliefs, that is what the doctrine needs to explain, that is the work of the followers, and what Ye Su wants to say is to live.

How to live, why to live, how to live happily, this travelogue does not give any answers, but only through guò's description of those city life, nostalgia for those sufferings and happiness, pointing out a way.

To live well, you must have faith - believe in yourself.

The own belongs to oneself, the temple belongs to the temple, the world returns to the world, and the Haotian returns to Haotian.

This is the truth, or path, that Ye Su wants to tell the believers.

At this time, he finally finished writing this travelogue, put his pen on the desk, and then blew a few breaths on the ink that had not dried on the paper, spread it out to dry, just in front of the early morning sky, just to show the sky.

He wants God to look at this travelogue, he wants God to see the real world recorded in the travelogue, and he wants God to understand what the world wants and what it doesn't want.

Long Qing stopped, looked at the papers on the case, faintly uneasy.

Ye Su stood up and said to the people, "We ourselves are the way, the truth, and the life. Follow yourself and you will get the greatest joy out of the dark valley. ”

He said this yesterday, when the snow was blazing, and the light of the sky was falling, and it happened to fall on him, gilding a golden border for him, and there were snowflakes dotted in between, like a god and a holy.

Today, after he finished writing his travelogue, he said this sentence again, no snow fell, the clouds in the sky had dispersed, and it was blue, but the morning light suddenly brightened, and his figure was very clear.

No longer just plated with a layer of golden light, from the eyes of the believers on the chalk field, he is in the morning light, with his back to the bright red morning sun, exuding luster, he is the morning light that represents hope.

The trees on the side of the broken wall of the small courtyard were previously shattered into pieces by the impact of Tang Xiaotang and Longqing, leaving only a half-foot-high remnant on the ground.

From the time the last stroke fell, or from the travelogue spread out to the blue sky, or from the sound of the aloud books in the alleys, or even as early as the small Taoist temple in Chang'an City, Ye Su and the Protestantism he later founded, on behalf of a certain part of the human race, began to compete with the heavens for rights, or to ask Haotian to take back the rights that originally belonged to human beings, and history began to be rewritten from that moment.

The morning light is bright, the blue sky and white clouds, the cold wind and snow don't know where to go, the morning sun embraces his body, and the brilliance is sprinkled on the whole world, which looks like a miracle, but it is not, because this magical picture has nothing to do with Haotian, but the natural blend of heaven and earth and an ordinary person is his own brilliance.

The scattered believers, who were frightened by the bloodshed, looked at this scene, gathered again, and despite the intimidation of those priests, deacons and cavalry, they rushed to the front of the stage, wanting to get closer to Ye Su.

The morning sun shines on the world, Ye Su's body is like a transparent Liuliu, carrying the sun, and then spreading to the world, the light spreads far away, illuminating the streets and alleys in the distance.

The ordinary people who had just woken up or had not slept all night, the pedestrians who had taken refuge from the iron hooves of the cathar cavalry under the eaves of the street, all saw the light in the chalk field, and saw the person in the morning sun, and the people were shocked and a little confused, and subconsciously moved their feet and walked towards that side, and the flow of people gradually merged into the ocean.

The thousands of people who were already in the chalk field were Protestant believers, and they were more deeply touched by this picture, and they were even more shocked, looking at Ye Su in the morning sun, the believers knelt silently and expressed their love.

Ye Su stood in front of the rising sun, with his back to the light, looking at Longqing and the priests and deacons in front of him, as well as the thousands of Protestant believers in the chalk field, and said such a paragraph.

His voice was calm, not deliberately fanatical, and his emotions were also calm, not the same as those famous orators or saints in the history of religion, but his words seemed to have some kind of magic, every word and sentence fluttered with the morning breeze, reflected in the morning light, like an unshakable prophecy.

Long Qing didn't stop him from speaking, because he also wanted to know what Ye Su would say at such a moment, what he was going to predict, and the believers listened extremely seriously and attentively.

"When the eternal night comes, the sun's splendor will be obscured, and the sky and the earth will be plunged into darkness, and people will rejoice, for that is truly living. ”

Ye Su's voice floated in the quiet chalk field, like the sound of cicadas in the forest, the sound of frogs in the pool, the sound of the wind between the cliffs, and the sound of waterfalls in autumn, making the world quieter.

In the quiet world, people are listening carefully, as if they are hearing the teachings of a saint, and then they start to think, even Longqing has his head down, not knowing what he is thinking.

If this is a prophecy, this prophecy ...... What was prophesied?

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