God is dead.

Haotian will die too.

The previous sentence once sounded like thunder in a certain world, shattering the dark sky and waking up countless ignorant people. The latter sentence, appearing in this world, should have had a similar effect, but it was a pity that only four people heard it when it first appeared, and it was a little less regrettable that the person in the stone house heard it.

The story told by Chu Youxian is Ning Que's story, he doesn't even know what this story is about, but according to Ning Que's explanation, he memorized it very seriously and with a learning attitude far beyond the academy, and he didn't even miss a word.

After listening to this story, the middle-aged Taoist sighed, and when he heard the last two sentences, the middle-aged Taoist's expression finally changed, but the stone house was always quiet.

Chu Youxian had been prepared for this situation for a long time, he forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, completely ignored the other party's reaction, lowered his head and continued to repeat Ning Que's words - those were the words that Ning Que wanted to say to the world, what he wanted to say to the person in the stone house.

"It's better to destroy miè together, it's better to progress together, there is no eternity in the world, before Haotian appeared, there was no Haotian in the world, so why can't there be no Haotian?"

"Before there was Haotian, there was the Daomen, and the Daomen wanted to protect the world, so there was Haotian, so the academy and the Daomen should have been people in the same way. ”

Chu Youxian lowered his head and spoke, his voice getting smaller and smaller, because he vaguely understood the meaning of this sentence, and felt that Ning Que's four words were too shameless, as a repeater, it was naturally difficult for him to take it for granted as before, sweat dripped from his forehead and smashed on the ground in front of the stone house, because the distance was too close, he couldn't splash flowers.

"Since we are people in the same way, why bother to meet each other in life and death? After a thousand years, the Daomen is naturally the strongest in the view of the master, but Haotian should die, and the Daomen must always choose a new path. Even if you have reservations, why can't you watch it for two more years? Ye Su is your student, if he is holy, you are the Holy Master, Chen Pipi is your son, if he is sanctified, you are the Holy Father, and the Daomen embarks on a new path, you are the Holy Master, the Holy Father, the Holy Lord, the Three Holy Beings, why not?"

It was very quiet on the cliff flat, except for the mountain wind, there was only the voice of Yu Youxian, and the people in the stone house did not make any approval or opposition, but just listened quietly.

Chu Youxian's voice became smaller and smaller, but what he said became more and more smooth, almost chattering, and finally subconsciously added a sentence of his own.

"One is your most successful student, and the other is your own son, Daomen...... Actually, isn't it just your family's business? It's all a family, so you can't talk about it?"

After saying this, Yu Youxian realized that he had said too much, his face instantly became even paler, but the sweat suddenly disappeared, and he felt that the wind between the cliffs was a little cold.

The next moment, he found that he was still alive, and he couldn't help but be glad that he decided that if he could go to the temple later, then he would definitely keep his mouth shut, not say a word, and let Chen Qi say it.

After listening to Ning Que's words relayed by Chu Youxian, the stone house was still quiet, and the middle-aged Taoist waved his hand, signaling Yu Youxian and Chen Qi to leave the cliff flat, the two had completed the task, where did they dare to stay longer, retreating in the direction of the mountain road, still like a restless rabbit.

With a creak, the door of the stone house opened again, and an ordinary wheelchair slowly drove out of it, and on the chair sat an old man, covered with a gray blanket.

The person in the chair has lived for more than a thousand years, and according to the calculation of time, he has long been dying, but in fact, when his immortal trace occasionally appears in the world, he never makes people feel old, until the battle of Chang'an City, until he was sealed by Haotian Snow Mountain Qi Sea, he aged at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His temples are gray, and his eyebrows and eyes are getting softer and better.

But no matter how old he is, even if he is a waste now, as long as he is still alive, he can hold the Dao Gate tightly in his hands, and he is the most terrifying opponent of the academy.

In Ning Que's eyes, the Guanzhu is far more important than the drunkard and the butcher, not because of the unimaginable supernatural powers that this person has shown, but because he is the Guanmaster.

This thousand-year-old world is the world of the Master, and it is the Master's thousand years, but the Lord has always been there, and the fact itself proves many things.

The middle-aged Taoist pushed the wheelchair to the cliffside.

The viewer quietly looked at the flowing clouds outside the cliff, looked at the remnants of snow among the green mountains, and said slowly: "Ning Que has been trapped in Chang'an for half a year, in the eyes of many people, he has not done anything, just a repetition of the last self-imprisonment, but in fact, he has been thinking, this is what he does." ”

Yes, Ning Que has been thinking.

He was thinking about how to solve the problems of the world, and thus the affairs of the kingdom of God, and finally he came to the conclusion that to solve the problems of the world, it was necessary to convince the Lord.

It is not to defeat or kill the viewer, but to persuade - he thinks that the viewer has the possibility of being persuaded, because the viewer is not a drunkard, a butcher, not a rotten monster tormented by the obsession of existence, in his opinion, the viewer is a person who has detached himself from low-level tastes, a person with a very high aesthetic, and a person with a strong heart, in other words, he thinks that the viewer is a person who is very similar to the teacher, which is a great compliment.

Through the teachings of Master Guò, he lived in the Buddha's chessboard with Sangsang for countless years, Ning Que's understanding of faith is much deeper than back then, he knows the origin of the Daomen, and also knows the origin of Haotian, so he is very sure that the Guanzhu is definitely not those foolish women in the world who cry bitterly when they see Shenhui, and the piety of the Guanzhu is not in Haotian, but in the concept he adheres to.

That concept is the biggest secret of Daomen from ancient times to the present.

With Hao Tian guarding the world, the world is the foundation, and it is the object that Daomen wants to protect.

Whether it is the gambler who founded the Dao Gate, or the Guan Master who now rules the Dao Gate, in their hearts, Haotian does not have innate sacredness.

Therefore, Ning Que tried his best to tell the Lord about the story and the last two sentences.

He knew that the viewer didn't need to wake up himself, but he wanted to remind the other party.

If God is dead, Haotian can also die.

There is Protestantism in that world, and Taoism can also take new paths.

The old world waved goodbye, the new world came into play, and as long as the Daomen took the initiative to embrace this trend, then they could still have their place in the new world.

Daomen can still protect this world, but in a different way.

Ning Que wanted to remind him that this world itself was much more important than Haotian.

This is not only the view of the academy, but also the most essential concept of Taoism.

So why can't the academy and the Taoist sect be the same way?

Ning Que chose the viewer as the object of dialogue because he knew that the viewer could understand, he knew that the viewer had enough wisdom, and the viewer was a truly great person.

Only truly amazing people can make such great decisions.

"The Master is a great person who is able to teach such students. ”

Guan Zhu said calmly: "Ning Que can see through the root of the Dao Gate, can see my philosophy, he is also a very great person. ”

The middle-aged Taoist was moved, because in this sentence, the viewer had a very high evaluation of Ning Que, and because the viewer faintly admitted his truest thoughts.

The viewer looked out of the cliff and was silent for a long time.

The middle-aged Daoist's hand in the wheelchair trembled slightly, and even he felt endless tension at this time, because what happened next would inevitably change the fate of the entire human world and even the Haotian Divine Kingdom.

There are many clouds outside the cliff, and the white clouds are floating everywhere, like waves on the water, coming and going seemingly at will, but in fact, they are all shaped by the wind and attracted by the earth.

The viewer looked at the clouds and said calmly, "It's a pity...... He still doesn't understand himself. ”

......

......

Chu Youxian didn't understand either. Although he is a storyteller, he is no different from a parrot, he doesn't know who God is, what a crusade is, what does that religion have to do with Taoism, what does Ning Que want to say to the Guanzhu, how could Haotian die?

Leaving Yaping, ** Hai and dozens of temple cavalry were waiting for them there, the scene was a little tense, but Yu Youxian was not afraid, pointed to the small stone houses and said: "If I can get there, then there is nothing wrong, I can come back alive, you can't kill me." ”

Hai looked at the small stone house and was silent, not knowing what he was thinking, and in the end he didn't do anything, and took Yu Youxian and Chen Qi towards the peak.

The white Dao Hall on the top of Taoshan Peak is the main hall of the Xiling Temple, the most pinnacle building of the Haotian Dao Gate in the world, and it is also the place where the two sides negotiate today.

The floor of the temple is paved with extremely smooth stone bricks, like a bronze mirror, reflecting the light of the sky everywhere, and like a gold pavement, the space in the temple is huge, the stone wall is engraved with murals with strong religious significance, and there are gems inlaid everywhere, as if the wealth of the whole world is gathered, so it also seems to have the importance of the whole world, which is extremely solemn and sacred.

Thousands of priests and deacons, standing in silence in the temple, lined up in a neat line, no one spoke, no sound could be heard, like a sea of silence.

Chu Youxian and Chen Qi walked in the crowd, as if moving forward in the sea, and always felt that there was a palpitating storm hidden in the quiet crowd.

After walking for a long time, they finally reached the deepest platform of the temple, on which hung a curtain of light like a waterfall, and on the screen was an extremely tall, god-like figure, whose voice was like thunder, and had a terrifying divine might.

That tall figure was once called the most mysterious person in the cultivation world along with the Demon Sect Sect Master for twenty-three years, but with that battle, he was seriously injured by Yu Curtain, and he could no longer maintain the image of the year.

But after all, he is the master of the Xiling Temple, a peerless powerhouse whose cultivation realm has surpassed the five realms and successfully reached the apocalypse realm, and the master of the Dao Gate recognized by the Lord of Views.

Chu Youxian and Chen Qi maintained enough respect for the tall figure, and they were meticulous in both saluting and worshipping, and they couldn't find any fault. But to be honest, even the dullest priest could see that the attention of the two of them was not on the master behind the light curtain at all, but on the inconspicuous chair under the high platform.

The chair was not a treasure carved from a single piece of South China Sea black jade, but because the woman was sitting quietly in the chair, this ordinary chair became a black jade shrine.

She sat there with her eyes closed, and the world around her was sat down like a blood-colored ocean, because she was wearing a blood-colored divine robe, she had the most beautiful and cruel face in the world, she was the inviolable ruling divine seat, and she was the real powerhouse of the Dao Sect, Ye Hongyu.

The Ruling Divine Seat Ye Hongyu was the person Ning Que wanted to speak to her, that is, the person that Yu Youxian and Chen Qi had always wanted to see, and they finally met today.

Chu Youxian and Chen Qi were a little strangely silent, as they said last night, they were like seeing each other—in front of thousands of priests and deacons, in front of the Xiling Divine Temple and other strong people, even if they saw Ye Hongyu, how could they avoid those eyes and let her hear Ning Que's words?

The ritual in the temple had already entered the process of praise, and there was not much time left for Yu Youxian and Chen Qi, no matter whether the negotiations between Tang Guo and the temple could continue, they would have to leave Momoyama later, and that sentence was still hidden in their chests and abdomen.

Chu Youxian looked at Chen Qi, thinking about the method he said last night, he felt that his lips and tongue were a little dry, and muttered, "Do you really want to do this?"

Chen Qi stared at Ye Hongyu and said, "Otherwise, what else can I do?"

Chu Youxian was silent for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to take two steps forward with difficulty, attracting the attention of the sea of people in the hall, and then coughed lightly, interrupting the sacrifice of a certain red-clothed priest.

"We have something to say. ”

Because of his nervousness, he looked at the people in the temple, and his voice was a little hoarse, "We are coming with a will for peace, should we be allowed to speak?"

Thousands of priests and deacons in the hall looked at him expressionlessly, and the red, purple, and black robes on their bodies were like different colors of sea water, silently but rushing to their faces, turning into some kind of pressure that seemed to be substantial, and it was difficult for Yu Youxian to breathe.

At this moment, Chen Qi also took a step forward.

The atmosphere in the hall became even more tense and oppressive.

Chen Qi didn't seem to feel anything, looked at the ordinary chair in the distance, looked at the blood-colored ocean, and said calmly and firmly: "Would you like to listen?"

This negotiation was originally a joke, if there was really a negotiation, then it had been completed in front of the Yaping stone house, and she closed her eyes on the chair, as if she was a little tired.

Even when she heard this, she still didn't open her eyes.

Chen Qi stared at her, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Everyone knows...... Ning Que wants to talk to this world, in fact, he just wants to talk to you. ”

Yes, everyone knows that if Ning Que wants to talk to whom, the current ruling god must be one of the people to talk to-the master knows, **Hai knows, the priests and deacons in the Xiling Temple, even those servants who sweep the floor know.

So in Qinghe County, Xiong Chumo wanted these two Tang people to die.

So on Peach Mountain, they couldn't meet Ye Hongyu.

Until this moment, before thousands of priests and deacons, in the place where countless strong people gathered, they finally saw Ye Hongyu, so they wanted to talk, even if they would die in the next moment, because even if they died, they wanted her to hear his words.