Everyone knows that Shang Xingzhou doesn't like his student Chen Changsheng.

As for the reason, Yu Renhe and Chen Changsheng themselves probably guessed some of them, and they are guessing more and more.

But for people outside the old temple in Xining, this is always a very difficult question to understand.

From a personal emotional point of view, Shang Xingzhou raised Chen Changsheng from a young age, even if it all started with a conspiracy, for him, Chen Changsheng should be more trustworthy than others, even from the perspective of life ideals, Shang Xingzhou wants to let the human race gain unprecedented unification, so as to defeat the demon race, but support Mu Jiu Shi to become the Pope, so as to form an alliance with Daxizhou, this is not necessarily better than Chen Changsheng ascending to the position of Pope and the court getting the full support of the palace.

No one can understand Shang Xingzhou's thoughts, even His Majesty the Pope's speculation is untenable, after passing shoulders in the Tianshu Mausoleum in the morning light, all this happened naturally, but in many subsequent stories, Shang Xingzhou did not clearly express that he wanted Chen Changsheng to die, even if it was a secret known to the world, but after all, he could not put it on paper and did not put it into action. It wasn't until the night that Shang Xingzhou admitted to the rest of the people that he made his intentions clear to heaven and earth for the first time.

The starry sky suddenly dimmed, and an invisible killing machine enveloped Kyoto.

Chen Changsheng's life and death depend on his own efforts and Shang Xingzhou's attitude, and now he is also closely linked to the life and death of another great person.

The palace had already made its attitude clear, and His Majesty the Pope would not allow Shang Xingzhou to have any disadvantage to Chen Changsheng.

The question is, how many days will His Majesty Pope live?

That night, nothing happened to the palace, and the starlight, torn apart by the light snow and broken clouds, fell on Madame Shepherd's clothes, and the beauty seemed to be not real.

As the early hours of the morning approached, Shang Xingzhou finally left the palace and came to the gray eaves of the five beautiful and sacred old temples in the palace.

Before he officially appeared, Madame Shepherd had left with a sky full of snow and starlight.

Outside of His Majesty the Pope, only one saint will always be allowed to enter the palace, otherwise it would mean war for the state religion.

That night, Shang Xingzhou and the Pope had a long conversation, probably the last of their lives. No one knew what they talked about, whether there was some kind of agreement between the imperial court and the state religion, but from the next day, a warm spring breeze descended on Kyoto in advance, and an atmosphere called reconciliation gradually spread, and Folding Sleeves and Mo Yu were taken out of Dali Temple, the former was directly sent back to the north by the military department, and the latter returned to the orangery and was temporarily placed under residential surveillance.

It's still a cold winter, the so-called spring breeze, naturally vain, everyone knows that this situation may last for a long time, and it may come to an abrupt end at any time.

No one knows how many days His Majesty will live, nor does it know whether His Majesty will keep the promise made in that night's conversation after His Majesty returns to the Sea of Stars.

The atmosphere in Kyoto is gradually becoming tense, and many people seem to have seen the storm in advance, no, in the middle of winter, it should be a blizzard.

In the midst of anxiety and anticipation, the New Year is approaching, and a heavy snowfall falls in Kyoto, and the streets and buildings are all turned white, which is very beautiful.

The palace in the wind and snow is even more beautiful.

Chen Changsheng helped His Majesty the Pope out of the quiet side hall and came to the largest square in the middle of the palace complex.

Over the years, he has been in and out of the palace frequently, but the place he frequented most was the quiet side hall, and this was the first time he had been here with the Pope.

The bluestone-paved square is covered with snow, and the seemingly scattered stone pillars, which are actually arranged in a regular pattern, have been whitened by the snow. Chen Changsheng's divine sense could clearly feel that under the square, there was an extremely ancient and distant aura hidden, if this was a formation, I was afraid that it would not be weaker than the Emperor's Diagram.

Looking into the distance, several palaces loomed in the wind and snow, and he knew that they were the famous Caoyue Guild, Guiqing Palace, and Moss...... There are six halls in the palace, and each palace has a heavy treasure, representing the history and supreme authority of the state religion, so the term "Big Six" will gradually develop later.

He knew what the Pope had brought him here for.

The sacred and majestic aura in the Caoyue Guild Hall, Guiqing Palace and other places was expressing the meaning of surrender to him.

"This year's snow is too heavy. ”

The Pope's gaze passed through the wind and snow and fell on the far north, his face full of wrinkles and old age spots, revealing worries about the future: "The internal strife in the old city of Xue, the demon clan is unprecedentedly weak, I don't know how many tribes will be centrifuged by this snowstorm, how many fights will be caused, and after the beginning of spring next year, the wolf rider will inevitably go south." ”

The wind and snow are very beautiful and harsh, and the demons will inevitably suffer great losses, coupled with this rebellion, in a short period of time, the old city of Snow will not be able to recover at all. Under such circumstances, the Pope's determination that the demon army would invade the south next year did not sound reasonable, but Chen Changsheng understood that this was an inevitable thing to happen - the demon race was a very crazy and terrible race, and the weaker they were, the more bloodthirsty and brutal they were, because they knew that only in this way could they get through this most difficult time.

The Pope sighed: "Since we hate each other, it is better to leave as soon as possible." ”

This sentence has no head or tail, and only Chen Changsheng can understand it. After the Tianshuling Incident, many people were speculating that he would leave Kyoto, in fact, he had always wanted to leave, but at that time he knew that the master would not let him leave unless he died.

Now it seems that the conversation between the two saints in the palace that night has finally changed something.

"Okay. He said.

The Pope looked at him and said, "You are my chosen successor, and you will come back no matter how many years." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "When you need me, I will come back." ”

"He wants to talk to you," the Pope said. ”

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Yes." ”

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The snow falling from the night sky seems to have turned into smallpox scattered by the kingdom of God, and the beauty is intoxicating.

The clergy and cavalry of the state church, as well as the clergy of all ranks, stood in the square, illuminated from time to time, like a sea of thousands of oceans under the rising sun.

The main hall of Guangming is incomparably bright, making people unable to look at it directly, and the majesty is inexplicable.

In the main hall, thousands of cardinals and archbishops bowed their bodies, their faces full of devotion and awe.

The stone wall slowly opened, and under the gaze of the twelve sages and the statues of the heroes of the Kingdom of God, the Pope and Chen Changsheng walked out of the light.

The Pope took the crown from Mao Qiuyu's hand and placed it on top of Chen Changsheng's head.

Chen Changsheng held the scepter, walked to the front, and began to receive blessings and give blessings.

His body was a little stiff, but his expression was very serious, his movements were meticulous, and all the processes were not wrong, even the slightest request in the Taoist canon, which was perfect.