The south gate at the foot of the imperial city was quiet, and it was very clear to feel that there was such a silence, and the Taoist aunts walked quietly, occasionally looking up at the young Taoist standing outside the hall, and quickly lowered his head.

The young Taoist was holding a butter low umbrella under his arm, and his face was calm and gentle, it was He Mingchi, the first apprentice of the Tang Dynasty. Everyone in the South Gate Temple knew that He Mingchi was a gentle and pure person, but if a person of his status could personally watch the door, they could imagine how important the conversation in the hall was, and no one dared to disturb him.

In the depths of the Taoist hall, there are two splendid cotton pads on the jet-black wooden board. National Teacher Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se opposite and said slowly, "Senior brother, that person should have come to Chang'an City." ”

In front of His Majesty the Emperor and his respected senior brother, Li Qingshan would often habitually return to the appearance of being tired and smiling back then, but today his expression was extremely strict, and there was still a bit of serious inquiry on his face.

Master Yan Se glanced at him deeply, and there was no usual obscenity in his sunken eye sockets, but he indifferently added a few traces of deeply hidden sadness: "The divine seat finally escaped from that place where he didn't see the light of day, what did he do in Chang'an City? Who does he want to find or death?"

Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said: "The Great Priest of the Divine Temple, the second person in Taoshan, such a person is in flail...... Even if you come to Chang'an City to look for death, you must be shocked and uneasy before you die. ”

Master Yan Se was silent for a moment and then said, "Reason. I want to know why he came. ”

Li Qingshan took out an extremely thin letter from his bosom, put it on the jet-black floor, and said, "According to the speculation of the Master of the Sect, it should still be related to that incident fourteen years ago. ”

Master Yan Se frowned slightly, and did not continue this topic, it seems that the matter of fourteen years ago, even their two senior brothers did not want to talk about it more.

"What does this letter say?"

When he escaped from the temple, he didn't know what means he used, but he easily overthrew the cage. The verdict of the Great Divine Official Dao Xin was attacked on top of the Fan cage and suffered a lot of injuries, and other Divine Officials and Daoists were even more killed and injured.

The temple has deduced that he will come to the Empire, so we hope that we can capture or kill him at any cost. ”

Li Qingshan noticed that after hearing this, his eye sockets seemed to be a little deeper than before, and after a pause, he continued to say in a deep voice: "The letter also said that the Great Priest of the Heavenly Oracle and the master of the Heavenly Oracle Academy have rushed to the border in advance, and as long as the imperial court agrees, they are willing to come to Chang'an City to assist in our actions. ”

"If it weren't for the fact that the ruling was injured, and most of the power of the ruling department was invested in the wasteland, this matter would not have been the turn of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, but I really didn't expect that old friend had been banned for many years, and he didn't run out of oil and dried up, but it seemed to be more and more bright and prosperous, if it weren't for the current situation, if he went to the wasteland in person with his ability, maybe he really had the hope of finding out the Heavenly Book and Day Scroll for the Temple. ”

Master Yan Se's expression didn't know whether it was admiration or sighing.

Li Qingshan listened to the word Book of Heaven, raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "The wind and clouds are already rising in the wasteland, but the Japanese character scroll has been lost for a long time, and may not be in the desolate tribe at all, so all parties only send the younger generation to try to find it, and if your old friend reappears, senior brother, the weight will be much heavier than that over there." ”

Master Yan Se shook his head and didn't continue to discuss this issue, and asked, "What does Your Majesty say?"

"Back then, that person took advantage of the fact that the government decree was not smooth at the beginning of His Majesty's ascension to the throne, and he insisted on doing such things in Chang'an City, and His Majesty wanted him to die a long time ago. But His Majesty's attitude is very clear, even if he wants to kill, he can only be killed by the imperial side himself, and the people of the temple are absolutely not allowed to enter and interfere. ”

Li Qingshan looked at Master Yan Se and was silent for a moment before saying, "Senior brother, you had a deep friendship with him back then, so leave this matter to me to deal with." ”

Master Yan Se shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Since it is a matter of the Dao Gate, naturally there is no reason to ask the academy for help, but with the power of the South Gate and the Heavenly Pivot alone, it is impossible to kill him. ”

Li Qingshan said: "Things in the world can't be judged by impressions alone, nothing is impossible. ”

Master Yan Se looked at him and said directly: "He was stronger than you before, and I believe that he is stronger now than he was before." ”

Li Qingshan smiled and said: "There have been several very interesting stories recorded in the Huayang Collection of the South Gate, there was once a great cultivator of the Southern Jin Dynasty who traveled to the Great River Country, but was beaten to death by a little hooligan who was interested in making money. ”

Master Yan Se knew what he wanted to express, and couldn't help but frown.

Li Qingshan filled the teacup in front of him for his senior brother, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, I am not talented, but I also entered the fate many years ago, and as a national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, I am always much stronger than that little rascal." ”

"Above the throne of God, under the dome of heaven. ”

Master Yan Se looked at Li Qingshan and said slowly, "Senior brother, you have to remember this sentence. ”

"Anyone who can sit on the throne of the three gods in Momoyama is qualified to stand under the sky and overlook the world. Among the Dao Sects, the Sect Leader is the most noble and noble, but based on the Dao Heart Cultivation Theory alone, the Sect Leader may not be much stronger than those three Divine Thrones, but not to mention that the person you are determined to kill is a Great Priest of Light who is known for his wisdom and clear Dao heart. ”

Li Qingshan smiled and didn't say anything more.

Yan Se knew that he didn't really listen to these words, so he couldn't help but sigh lightly in the depths of his heart, thinking about the temperament of that old friend, he shook his head and said: "Do your best, don't care if you don't do it, a fate, you have your own Haotian arrangement." ”

After Li Qingshan left, Lord Yan Se sat on the ebony wooden floor for a long time, and his old and thin body looked more and more lonely against the backdrop of the cold hall pillars and floor.

After a long time, he picked up the cold tea in front of him, dipped his fingers in the tea, wrote a word on the floor, and then reached out to wipe it clean on the dirty robe covered with oil, got up and floated away.

The traces of tea on the jet-black wooden floor gradually dissipated, leaving only some very light water stains, if you look closely, you can vaguely see clearly, it should be a gibberish word.

The old man's name is Wei Guangming.

It's not because the old man is the Great Priest of Light that he is called this name. In fact, he got such a name when he was a baby shortly after he fell to the ground more than 80 years ago. It was only after decades of possessing this name that he became the Great Priest of Light, enjoying the respect, love, and awe of hundreds of millions of believers in the world.

At that time, he realized that there was more than one drink and one peck, and even the name was hidden by heaven, if Haotian hadn't made a choice before he was born, how could his parents, who had been farming in the Song Kingdom for generations, come up with such a name? As the most respected bright priest of Haotian Daomen, although the old man has been imprisoned for more than ten years, there are still countless priests and strong people in the temple who are willing to sacrifice a qiē for him, and there are countless subordinates loyal to him in Taoist temples all over the world.

Got off the carriage outside the Xiongcheng and walked along the deep South Gate Cave, the old man drooped his eyes, leaned over, and walked slowly on the stone road. Suddenly, as if he felt something, his right foot stiffened slightly the moment he stepped on Suzaku Street, and then he retracted and turned to walk east.

In the eyes of the pedestrians around him, the old man was just a little inconvenient in his legs and feet, and he didn't notice anything strange, let alone know that at the moment when the old man's right foot was about to step on the street, the Suzaku painting on the stone ground in the distance of Suzaku Street slowly opened his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but the eyes of the Suzaku statue slowly closed again.

"It's a big formation. ”

The old man walked slowly in the streets of Dongcheng with his hands behind his back, smiling and thinking to himself.

After a while, the old man's slow feet stopped, and he stopped at a certain well at the mouth of a certain alley, and his indifferent and cloudy gaze fell on a withered yellow leaf by the well, and his brows gradually furrowed.

The leaves are yellow, the veins are still there, it seems ordinary, but in the eyes of the elderly, it is extremely unusual. In his eyes that can see the darkness of the world, all the scenery and street scenes and market life seem to be draped in a very light veil, which has not covered the truth, but has covered the fate of heaven and earth.

The old man walked towards the inconspicuous inn at the end of the alley with his hands behind his back, shook his head and thought with emotion:

"What a big array.

The great array of Chang'an City was not launched, so that the old man could not see the shadow of the night that he had been searching for for fourteen years, but this large array that made him admire and vigilant did not find that he was a peerless powerhouse from Xiling, and did not send any warning.

Because he is not a great priest of light now, he has collected all his breath and ability, and even completely forgotten that Dao heart, and now he is just an extremely ordinary and ordinary thin old man.

He picked an ordinary inn to live in, and in the next few days in Chang'an City, he walked around some ordinary scenic spots, went to some ordinary markets, ordered some ordinary side dishes, drank some ordinary flowers, listened to some ordinary songs, and passed some ordinary winter time, just like the most ordinary idle old man in Chang'an City.

Until the winter was getting better and the cold was getting stronger, he went to buy an ordinary thick cotton jacket.

The ordinary old man never needs much sleep, one morning, when the day was just polished, he got up, strolled around, touched a stall selling hot and sour noodle soup, smelled the fragrance, he bought a bowl, but when he withdrew, he was knocked on the placket of the padded jacket.

A little girl came over with a food box, looked at the old man with a blank face, took out a large towel from her sleeve like a trick to wipe off the stains for him, and bought him a new bowl of hot and sour noodle soup.

The old man thanked her, shook her head, signaled no, and left with the food box.

The old man was stunned, handed the bowl of hot and sour noodle soup in his hand to an old beggar of the Yan Kingdom who was thinner than himself next to the stall, and then followed the little girl from a distance.

The old man followed the little girl to an alley called Lin Forty-seventh Lane, saw a small shop called Lao Bi Zhai, and watched the little girl work hard in the shop for a whole day.

The more the old man looked at it, the more he felt that this little girl was fresh and gratifying, indescribably lovely, from appearance to temperament clean to the extreme, as if it was an absolutely transparent glass bead, as long as there was a little sunshine, it would definitely shine.

The little girl's complexion was a little dark.

But the black is also so clean, so bright.

Therefore, this great priest of light from Xiling stood in the forty-seventh lane stupidly, full of joy and admiration.