Dry days are the only beliefs in this world.

Countless believers in the world devoutly worship the Taoist temples of Haotian Daomen all over the world with spirit and money, and the temple located in the peach mountain of Xiling is the supreme center that influences and even controls these Taoist temples and secular imperial power.

Xiling Shrine is in charge of the Daomen, and the affairs of the Daomen are specifically managed by the three great priests, who have extremely heavy authority, majesty and high status, so they are called the Divine Seat.

The three constellations are the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle, the Great Priest of the Adjudication, and the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle.

Among them, the ruling chief priest adjudicates heresies, arrests the remnants of the Demon Sect, and has countless strong people under his command, the most powerful force, and the greatest power on the surface. The chief priest of the Heavenly Oracle comprehended the will of Haotian, revised the classics, and remotely controlled all the Taoist temples in the world with seven-point calligraphy, which had great influence in the world.

The Great Priest of Light is the most special being in the Three Divine Thrones, he does not have a specific allocation of Dao affairs, but he has the power to touch all Dao affairs, because whoever can become the Great Priest of Light must be the most proficient in doctrine and wisdom, the most firm in faith, and the most complex in the dark shadows of the world.

Thinking back to a thousand years ago, the Great Divine Officer of Light carried a certain book of heaven into the wasteland to preach, which can be said to carry the most arduous and important historical mission of the Haotian Dao Sect, and its status can be imagined. And the great priest of light gave up the Haotian god to create his own sect for some reason, and created a demon sect in the world, and then confronted the Haotian Dao Gate to this day, even if he was severely suppressed and killed by the Xiling Temple, he still died without stiffening, which can be imagined his power.

The Xiling Shrine has successively served as the Great Priest of Light, and they are all such amazing and top-notch figures, so in fact, although there is no ranking within the Temple, the Great Priest of Light is faintly the head of the three gods, and he is only under the master.

Over the years, there have been occasional letters issued in the name of the Xiling Three Divine Thrones in the world, but no one outside of Momoyama knows that the revered Great Priest of Light was actually imprisoned by the temple in the gloomy pavilion at the back foot of Momoyama, and he was imprisoned for fourteen years.

The middle-aged priest kneeling in front of the wooden fence could hardly suppress the excitement in his heart. Over the years, he was the only one in the world who could often see the old man behind the wooden fence, but each time he was as excited as he was when he first saw the old man.

Now he is the most trusted subordinate of the Grand Priest of the Adjudication, even the two lords of Ye Hongyu and Prince Longqing will not underestimate him, but no matter how high his status becomes, as long as he walks into the dim secluded pavilion and comes to the wooden fence, he feels as if he is still the young man who has just come to Taoshan from the Taoist Temple of the Song Kingdom in the East China Sea, and the old man behind the fence is still the one with a high status and is deeply loved by the sect members.

The middle-aged priest believes in Haotian and yearns for the light, and he is willing and only willing to devote all his love and reverence to the old man who guides him on the road of light, and even does not hesitate to burn his life and soul for it.

The old man looked at the middle-aged priest calmly, the wrinkles on his face were as dense as the lines of wood on the fence, and the expression on his face was extremely gentle, and he couldn't see a trace of the wisdom and majesty of the Great Priest of Light back then.

The middle-aged priest touched the ground with his forehead and said softly, "The ruling chief priest asked, so I came to see you." ”

The old man said, "If you don't come to see me, I want to see you too." ”

Zhongmu Shenlei was startled, and his voice trembled slightly: "Shenzuo, what did you see?"

The old man turned slowly, and looked out from the tiny glass hole in the room, outside which was a deep fog and darkness, and he could not see the sun, but he knew that it was the north.

The holy light in the old man's sunken eye sockets gradually dissipated, and the black pupils of his eyes were strangely dilated, occupying the entire eyeball, looking like a transparent black jade without a trace of dust.

"I saw the shadow of the night appear in the city of Chang'an. ”

Hearing this, the body of the middle-aged priest kneeling outside the wooden fence trembled.

The Great Priest of Light, who has been imprisoned for many years, is still the Great Priest of Brightness, and every word he says naturally has its own truth, and for the middle-aged Divine Officer, there is almost no difference from Haotian's intentions.

The Great Priest of Light does not have the ability to predict the movement of all things in the world, which is the God-given ability of the Heavenly Oracle Constellation, but as the priest with the purest and firmest Dao heart, and every hair and blood droplet is filled with light, he has a very special ability to see the true darkness of the human world.

Many years ago, he had seen the shadow of the night drifting from the wasteland to the Tang Empire, and it was because of his belief that the Xiling Temple had done so many things within the powerful empire in the north at any cost.

However, it was in that incident that he, who had a high status in the temple, was instantly knocked to the dust, and in the face of the wrath of the master of the sect, especially the gaze of the Taoist in Tsing Yi, he was as powerful and intelligent as him, and he couldn't do anything to resist, so he became a prisoner in the back foothills of Peach Mountain.

The middle-aged priest asked in a trembling voice: "This matter should be reported to the Divine Throne, no, Master Sect." ”

The old man looked at him with a smile and shook his head, and said, "This hall is ......"

With a faint sigh, the dust on the fence flew.

"And the ...... behind the palace They have all fallen and decayed. ”

The Great Priest of Light, who had been imprisoned for many years for no reason, was qualified to make indifferent accusations against the temple and even the Taoist temple, but although the middle-aged priest revered him, he did not dare to reply to the peace. He raised his head, couldn't hide his excitement after a moment of doubt, and said in a trembling voice, "You...... Are you leaving?"

The old man looked at him quietly, his sunken eye sockets had long since returned to their original state, the holy brilliance made his eyes have an indifferent and empty aura, his dry lips trembled slightly, and he said ruthlessly: "You will die, many people will die." ”

"There are many people in the temple who, like me, are willing to give their lives. ”

The middle-aged priest did not hesitate, and said resolutely: "For the light to come to the world." ”

After fourteen years of silence, he finally decided to escape from the temple because of the night he saw. The old man quietly looked at the middle-aged priest kneeling outside the fence, as if he saw the young Taoist priest whose eyes were full of awe and worship many years ago, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper, and the wrinkles were full of compassion and pity.

One night.

The old man got up and walked over to the row of wooden fences that seemed to be loose and low, and he looked at the fence quietly, looking at it for a long time as he had been with him for five thousand nights, and then he said a word.

"I don't have a cage in my heart, how can the cage stop me? I have a bright heart, how can the light stop me?"

After saying this, the old man stretched out his hand and pushed towards the wooden fence, his movements were ordinary and casual, as if he was not getting out of the trap of menstruation, but just wanted to leave the house and push open the wooden door that would make a creaking sound.

The old fingers touched the wooden fence, and the wooden fence silently shattered into powder, turning into countless grains of glowing dust and scattering everywhere, and then burrowed out of the tiny stone cave like a swarm of fireflies.

Supporting his jaw with his hand, he was silent, and the ruling priest who was sitting on the throne of the South China Sea Moyu God suddenly stiffened.

Two tiny dots of light suddenly appeared in his majestic eyes that were as deep as the sea.

Poof! Thick blood spurted from his lips and poured onto the crimson robes.

The fireflies burrowed out of the tiny stone holes and entered the night mist, as if oil had been poured into a fire, igniting all the qiē around them, especially the tiny particles in the haze.

The dark valley that would never see the light suddenly burst into flames.

This combustion has no temperature, no ruining power, only brightness.

The burning mountain fog instantly spread upward, all the way to the southern foot of Peach Mountain, and spread to the middle of the heavy road hall.

In the deep darkness of the night, the entire Peach Mountain burned.

Especially the temple of light, the singing echoes in it, and the compassion and solemnity shine brightly.

At the top of Momoyama there are white and unsullied shrines.

A thunderous roar rang out from inside the temple.

With the roar of thunder, the invisible flames in the peach mountains gradually extinguished.

The roar in the Supreme Temple grew quieter.

The tail note is long, and the tail note is quiet.

There is an island in the far southeast.

The storms of this ocean are more terrible than the stormy sea, and no fishing boat or merchant ship has ever come.

There had never been a human footprint on this island before.

A thin Tsing Yi Taoist stood on a high reef.

The terrifying waves kept crashing against the bottom of the reef, and the sound was like thunder and the rocks trembled, but he seemed to be unaware.

The Taoist in Tsing Yi quietly looked at the depths of the ocean, looking at the cupola hot mist evaporated by the molten slurry of the submarine volcano.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he looked back at the distant and invisible land.

After a long time, the Taoist in Tsing Yi sighed and shook his head.

That night, fourteen priests in Momoyama were reduced to ashes in the light.

That night, a total of 300 people were executed in the Temple of Light.

That friend, the Great Priest of Light, who had been imprisoned for fourteen years, successfully escaped from the Xiling Temple.

He was the first prisoner in history to leave the Hidden Pavilion at the back foot of Momoyama alive.

In the winter wasteland, twilight is the warmest time, and the red sunset that hangs diagonally on the long grass in the distance gives off the last light of the day, and although it cannot melt the snow, it can add some rosy to the travelers' cheeks.

The sound of arrows and heavy objects falling to the ground sounded in the wasteland.

The people in the camp heard the Lynx girl shouting in surprise from a distance: "Senior brother, your archery skills are really good!"

Since someone went to pack up the prey, Ning Que fed the big black horse, prepared to rest for a while, and when he passed by the carriage, he found that Mo Shanshan was by the window of the car, concentrating on writing in the last afterglow.

"Beware of broken eyes. ”

He said kindly as he stood by the window.

Mo Shanshan glanced up at him, his gaze was cold, as if he was air.

It has been a few days in the wasteland, and Ning Que found that this girl was so proud that she never wanted to look at herself with her eyes, and she was inevitably a little unhappy, thinking that she didn't even care about the pride of the Tang princess, so where would you be defeated?

So he didn't bother to look at her squarely, leaning against the window and watching her write, his eyes did not fall on the paper, but on her face, and found that his slightly round face was full of concentration and forgetfulness.

It is the most beautiful when it is serious, Ning Que agrees with this statement. And once he picks up the pen, he often forgets everything around him, so watching the girl focus on writing calligraphy, the perception can't help but improve.

"I can't see that you're still a book-obsessed guy, and you can write with a bit of my style. ”

The young men of Dahe Country were doing physical work, responsible for setting up tents and nailing wooden stakes, while the female disciples such as Zhihua were piling firewood and cooking rice, listening to Ning Que's comments, I don't know why they actually laughed.

They covered their mouths and smiled, looking at Ning Que, but they didn't say why they laughed.

Ning Que was a little embarrassed, in order to hide this embarrassment, he looked up at the sky, and found that a few rice-grain-like stars appeared on the edge of the wasteland, looking at the sunset across the sky, and subconsciously sighed: "There is still no moon." ”

In the car window, Mo Shanshan put his pen on the inkstone, followed his gaze, and Mu Ne asked, "What nonsense?"

Ning Que was slightly stunned, remembered something, and a smile gradually appeared on his cheeks.

Mo Shanshan looked at his side face through the car window, the breeze on the wasteland stirred his hair, and a cute little dimple faintly appeared between the hair, and she suddenly found that this guy's smile at this time was so sincere and sincere.

Suddenly, Ning Que put his palm on the car window, his body swept up, and disappeared like this.

There was a soft sound at the top of the carriage, and Mo Shanshan looked up, puzzled what he meant.

In the wasteland wind, Ning Que stood at the top of the carriage, looking at the smoke and dust rising under the round sunset in the distance, his brows gradually furrowed, and he put his hand into his lips and blew a sharp whistle.

There was a sudden silence in the camp, and the horses began to stir.

Accompanied by the setting sun, Sangsang personally ate cloud egg noodles with taste.

There wasn't a single green onion in the noodles because she didn't like to eat green onions, and the reason why she used to put green onions was because someone liked them.

She was alone in the mirror applying Tan Kum Kee's fat powder, and no one was always laughing at her.

She slept alone, rolling from left to right and from right to left, and the bed seemed much bigger.

In bed, she pushes her legs when she wants, stretches her arms when she wants to stretch her arms, and no longer worries about kicking and hitting whom.

Life alone in Chang'an City is very comfortable and very uncomfortable.

Sang Sang lay on the bed, looking at the tree outside the window, looking at the stars in the leaves, thinking to himself why there is still no moon? What is the moon that the young master is talking about? Where is the young master at this time?

Maybe because the bed suddenly became bigger, so some unaccustomed reasons, Sang Sang didn't sleep well all night like a few days ago, and tossed until dawn, she yawned and rubbed her little face to get up, pushed the door to the alley to buy a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup, and then sat on the threshold of the old pen zhai.

In the bright light of the early morning, she ate alone.

Yangguan, the southernmost part of the Tang Empire, was noisy, and countless caravans were waiting to enter.

There was an ordinary carriage lined up in a regular manner.

In the carriage, there was an old man with withered hair and deep eyes who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

He opened his eyes and looked at the distant city of Chang'an in the north, his eyes full of gentle and majestic light.