In the clear blue sky, more and more clouds gathered over the city, and the sun was tightly hidden behind them, so that the words of the people sang in unison, darkened the world.

The flames on Ye Su's body are getting stronger and stronger, his voice has completely stopped, and his face can no longer be seen clearly in the raging fire, and his whole person is burning, like a bright light spreading light.

The light that had spread out to the world suddenly converged, and then it headed towards the sky from the pyre. It was a holy pillar of light that came from his body and fell in the deepest part of the distant sky.

The dark sky illuminated an area, not as bright and blazing as the sun, but more realistic, because thousands of people kneeling on the ground could see what was there.

— There are clear blue skies, there are dark clouds, there is relative darkness and true light.

The field of light suddenly dimmed again, and quickly returned to its original form.

The raging fire on the pyre has risen to mid-air, as if to burn through the sky, Ye Su's figure has long disappeared, and it is impossible to see it at all, it is very strange that there is no unpleasant and terrifying smell in the air of the small courtyard, but it is overflowing with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel extremely peaceful.

That pillar of light, that illuminated sky, these strange fragrances, is sanctification?

No one knew, Long Qing didn't know, the tens of thousands of people on the ground didn't know, and none of the temple cavalry, Xiao Yu, and those priests standing outside the small courtyard knew.

The pictures of sanctification recorded in the Xiling canon have nothing to do with today's story, and it is impossible for anyone to know what is going on, including the Guanzhu.

It doesn't matter.

Ye Su has been sanctified, it has nothing to do with religion, it has nothing to do with the kingdom of God in heaven, his sanctification is sanctification in the world, it is sanctification in the hearts of believers, he is already a saint.

Regardless of whether Tang Guohe Academy can win this war or not, Protestantism will inevitably spread among the world, and no one will be able to stop this raging wave, and he will be worshiped as a saint by countless believers.

Then he is a saint.

Suddenly snow began to fall in the sky—the drifting clouds gathered into a thick layer of clouds that covered the sky, and ice crystals began to condense in the depths of the clouds without sunlight, and snowflakes began to fall.

Snowflakes fell, dancing lightly in the wind, falling on the streets and alleys of the city, on the people kneeling down and chanting on the vast field, on the small courtyard, and on the blazing pyre.

When encountering the devouring flames, the snow melted into water, and the snow gradually increased, and the more water melted, the firewood was soaked, and the fire was suppressed smaller and smaller, and I don't know how long it took for it to finally go out.

The chanting of tens of thousands of people finally stopped, and people looked into the small courtyard, with the last hope in their eyes, wanting to see the miracle happen, but sadly found that the miracle did not exist.

The cross-shaped stake had been scorched and collapsed, and the extinguished pyre was in disarray, and there was no sign of the man, even the rope that tied him to ashes.

Snowflakes fell in the crowd, on people's shoulders, some on people's faces, melted into water by body temperature, moistened lips dry from anxiety and sadness, people drank snow like a spring spring, and began to cry - the sound of drinking and weeping gradually became stronger, and the sadness was endless, and it wanted to destroy people's hearts and livers, and break people's liver and intestines.

The cries continued, the snow fell, the time passed slowly, the snow clouds in the sky never dispersed, the people in the vast field gradually dispersed, thousands of Protestants helped each other to leave, and there was no clash or killing in the whole process, and no one was imprisoned, because Long Qing did not speak.

He stood in front of the pyre, his face expressionless.

After a long time, the snow continued to fall, the last sparks in the extinguished pyre were extinguished, the warm steam disappeared, and gradually became covered with a thick layer of snow, and the ash below was no longer visible.

It's white and it's really clean.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap in the sky.

Then came the second thunder.

The two thunderbolts continued to follow each other, going back and forth between heaven and earth.

The cavalry of the Xiling Temple, Xiao Yu and other Daomen powerhouses on the Guangbi field looked at the place where the thunder started, their faces showed a look of vigilance, but more of them were afraid and uneasy, like hearing the anger of the sky.

The thunder keeps changing directions, where is the location that mortals can catch, booming and terrifying, the sky is unpredictable, and where is the mortals who are vigilant to be able to prevent it, what is this thunder?

Long Qing looked up at the sky, looked at the snowflakes that were disturbed by the two thunders and the invisible power in the thunder, and guessed who it was, but his expression was as calm as before.

A storm suddenly arose on the sea outside the Song Dynasty, and the storm quickly landed on the shore, and countless seawater fell and shattered on the famous breakwater, and the remnants of the storm came to the Guangpi field and turned into a violent roar.

The clouds above the city trembled slightly, and the strong energy spread from the roar to the surroundings, turning into a terrifying wind, countless cavalry fell against the wind, and the war horses neighed and screamed.

The wind gradually subsided, and dispersed like water into the streets and alleys between the houses, and a circle of about ten zhang appeared on the vast field, and there was no snow or blood in that circle, and it was clean and empty, and there were only two

One person was wearing an old cotton jacket and holding a short wooden stick in his hand, he was the senior brother of the academy, and the other was wearing a long shirt full of wine smell and a wine jug tied around his waist, he was the highest drunkard in the cultivation world.

The elder brother's padded jacket was full of tears, and I don't know how much blood flowed out of those cracks, staining the cotton, and it looked very wolf.

The drunkard's condition was no better than his, his clothes were stained everywhere, his left shoulder was a little sunken, as if he had been struck with a stick, and he tried to take a sip from the jug, but found that his hands were shaking a little.

The thunder before, the thunder that swam between the sky, the sea and the earth, it was they chasing each other, it was they who were still fighting in the infinite realm.

It was the battle at the highest level in the cultivation world, and it was also the most bitter battle.

But in fact, it is possible that this battle will not happen.

Yesterday, the drunkard returned to the town, silent to the butcher, waiting for the future, while the senior brother stayed in the small building outside Linkang City, waiting for the result of the negotiation between the academy and the Daomen, each with his own uneasiness.

When Taoshan changed last night and Ye Su appeared this morning, the drunkard's uneasiness was not eliminated - the viewer was not persuaded by Ning Que, and he was very happy to see the current situation, but he was still uneasy.

He thought that this uneasiness came from the academy, and thought that the academy would save Ye Su at any cost, so he hurriedly left the town and returned to the small building outside Linkang City, where he and Li slowly met again.

Just like those days in the past few years, there is no distance between the Daomen and the Academy, the most important chess pieces have been exchanged, the drunkard can't get rid of the senior brother, and the senior brother can't completely lock him up.

When they met, it was difficult to separate, whether they went to the mountains or the sea, so they began to fight, from the mountains to the sea, until at last, the elder brother finally came here, and was seriously injured for this.

Because he was coming, it was he who was hurt.

"You academies always like to say that my body and mind are decaying...... And what about you now?"

The drunkard put his trembling hands behind his back, looked at him and said, "How long can you last after you have followed me for so many days? How many more times can you suffer an injury like today?"

His face was a little pale, and his left shoulder was badly injured, but it was much lighter than the elder brother who was covered in blood and had broken bones, so he was qualified to say such things.

The senior brother didn't listen to him, he looked at the snowdrift in the small courtyard, felt the smell of embers under the snow, was silent, and his expression was a little gloomy.

He was so badly injured that he could come to the field, but it was still too late.

The sound of crying faintly came from the distance of the city, and he listened silently for the innocent believers who died in the conflict, or for Ye Su, who died in the flames.

After a while, he turned to look at the drunkard and said, "You are in a small town, why bother to enter the world?"

The drunkard said, "You are in Chang'an, why are you here?"

The elder brother said, "You are committing a crime. ”

The drunkard said, "Is it a sin against the world or the kingdom of God? Protestantism has shaken the foundation of the kingdom of God, and he must die, and if the Taoist sect does not do it again, I will also take action." ”

Long Qing had been silent since the appearance of the drunkard and the senior brother, and he stood in the courtyard, looking at the two great cultivators who had only been able to look up to before, with a calm expression and no fear.

All of them were in the calculation of the Lord - no matter how uneasy the drunkard was, before discovering the truth, he would inevitably start from Haotian's position and help Daomen kill Ye Su.

Because he and the butcher are very greedy, as if they are a collection of countless generations of human greed, they not only want eternal life, but also want eternity, and eternity can only be found in the Haotian Divine Kingdom, the Kingdom of God is gone, what should they do?

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the Lord had not nodded all this time, or if the drunkard and the butcher had already done something to Ye Su, these two great cultivators would not care about the so-called sanctification at all.

They have long thought that they have been sanctified, so what? They are not like rats, hiding in the human world for tens of thousands of years, and finally becoming a dog of Haotian.

Of course, knowing the mind of the Guanzhu, especially Long Qing, who had a conversation with Ye Su before he died, had basically understood the truth of the whole thing at this time, and he knew that the drunkards and butchers would inevitably regret it in the future, but that was a matter of the future, and it would not affect the current Daomen in the name of Haotian to call them like dogs.

Thinking of this section, a smile appeared on Longqing's face, there was no mockery, it seemed very sincere, that was a sincere mockery, mocking characters like drunkards and butchers, they would also be carried away by greed.

The five colors are blind, the five tones are deafening, and what the canon says is true.

The smile on Long Qing's face faded because someone looked at it.

The senior brother looked at him and was silent for a long time, then asked, "Why?"

This is his incomprehension, and it is also the incomprehension of the academy, no one can understand why Daomen did this, burning Ye Su to help him become holy, it will not help much to destroy Miè Protestantism, but will make Daomen split, at least rule that the temple will be difficult to be truly trusted by Daomen from now on.

What did the viewer think?

"You can take Ning Que's failed attempt as all the reasons. ”

Long Qing said: "My senior brother's death is not a family matter, without your academy, he may not have died, at least, he will not die so quickly, so your sorrow is very boring." ”

After saying this, he bowed slightly to the senior brother, walked out of the small courtyard, and boarded the mount led by his subordinates in the wind and snow, until he walked far away, and then put the Tianshu sand scroll back into his arms.

The senior brother watched Long Qing's figure disappear into the wind and snow.

Outside Linkang City, he noticed the peculiarity of this person, and his feelings today were clearer, but he didn't have the spirit to think about those things at this time.

He looked back into the courtyard, at the pyre where the snow was constantly falling, and then he looked up at the snow in the sky, remembering some of the past events.

It was also snowing in Chang'an City that year, and many people entered the city, Qi Nian came, and was trapped in the snow forest by his junior sister, Jun Mo sat on the snow bridge all night, and the junior brother and Sang Sang killed Xiahou on the lake, and he stood on the city wall with Ye Su, watched the snow all night, and said a lot of indifferent things.

There were several encounters before and after, in front of the small Taoist temple and in the depths of the snow peaks of the Tianqi Mountain Range......

In an earlier year, Sang Sang was born in the world, and there was a black line on the wasteland, he drank water and read by the pool at this end of the black line, Ye Su cut down trees at the other end of the black line, and heard that he said an interesting way, and then began to travel around the world, intending to break the barrier of life and death, presumably to the last moment, he really broke through.

So, he will really die?

Senior Brother looked at Luoxue and was silent for a long time - Ye Su's founding of Protestantism had a lot to do with the academy, because Jun Mo turned him into a waste in front of Qingxia, and because of the discussions he had with Ye Su.

Then he remembered that since many years ago, even before he entered the Master's discipleship, the person he wanted to be most was a scholar, a scholar who taught and educated people.

The scholar lived in a bad alley, teaching the poor children to live in poverty, with a spoonful of food and a spoonful of drink, but he did not change his pleasure or path.

He wanted to be such a person, but he didn't expect that Ye Su had done it before him, and in the last years of his life, Ye Su had always been that kind of person.

After a long time, he caught a snowflake in his middle hand, turned to look at the drunkard and said, "Even if you succeed in abandoning the whole world for the sake of eternal life, don't you think it will be very lonely?"

The drunkard said: "Death is the real loneliness, just like Ye Su, he is now holy, but he has no connection with the world, he is the real loneliness at this time." ”

The senior brother shook his head and said calmly and affirmatively: "You are wrong, he will definitely not be lonely." ”

Ye Su gave up his faith for decades, just to make human beings no longer need faith, he left this world, but left a lot of things, believing that those things will really change the world,

There are still many people who are doing or are about to do the same thing as him, Jun Mo lit a wildfire at the bottom of the sinkhole, and he will lead the academy to move forward. He is a saint, but there are many fellow travelers, how can he be lonely?

Since ancient times, sages should not be lonely.

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