The Pope looked into the darkness of the night and said, "This is sending him to death." ”

In the night, the man replied indifferently: "What is death? So many royal families died back then." ”

The Pope was silent for a long time, and the sea of stars in the depths of his eyes gradually became calm: "You are not a royal family, why can't you let go of these things?"

The voice in the night was calm and firm: "This is Your Majesty's will. ”

The Pope knew that his Majesty was not the first emperor, of course, but the greatest king of all time, His Majesty Emperor Taizong.

The conversation began with a letter sent to Kyoto from the town of Xining many years ago.

The controversy began two and a half years ago when a teenager named Chen Changsheng walked into the abandoned campus of the National Education College.

It seems that this conversation should be terminated tonight.

It's just that even at this time, the Pope is still not sure of his mind, just like the green leaf in the pot, gently swaying with the night wind.

This does not mean that he does not have his own position and his Dao heart is not firm enough, on the contrary, it is precisely because he has too much to consider, far-reaching, and meticulous, that it is difficult to make a decision.

"Except for me, no one knows what you're best at with the Time Scroll, which is the Western Stream. ”

In the night, there seemed to be a gaze that fell on the small pool in the hall, and then on the wooden scoop by the pool.

The man said to the Pope: "You are the gurgling water that flows westward, although it has flowed for thousands of years, it still does not cause a trace of dust and dirt, and you can see the bottom clearly, but Ning Rou has an endless source of divine power, so ...... You don't need to make a decision at this time, and at the end of the day, you'll find out what you want. ”

After saying this, no sound sounded in the night.

The Pope stood on the stone steps, looking at the shadows of the cornices, in front of the sound of running water, the green leaves of his clothes swaying slightly in the night breeze.

"Senior brother, you are cultivating according to your heart, so you are so confident that my mind will follow your heart?"

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After leaving Xining Town, Yu Yu went to many places with his master, but whether it was the snowfield in the Cold Mountain or the wilderness under the Yongxue Pass, he didn't like it too much, because there were too few people, and the White Emperor City on the bank of the Red River didn't impress him too much, but when he heard that Her Royal Highness the Demon Clan Princess was actually a student of his junior brother, he was a little happy.

He's been in a good mood these days, not because this is Kyoto, it's his hometown.

He was raised by the master since he was a child, and he only had some vague memories of things when he was a child, but he had long since lost his true memory, and the master told him that he was from Kyoto and had lived here, but he couldn't remember where his home was, and he didn't like Kyoto, and unlike the snow wilderness, he felt that there were too many people in Kyoto.

There are too many people in Kyoto, too few people in the snowy wilderness, and there are no more and no less people in Xining Town, which is the best.

He didn't know why the master took him to so many places and why he came to Kyoto, he was just worried about his junior brother's health and wanted to meet him, but after the master took him to the Tianshu Mausoleum, he quietly disappeared, and told him not to leave the Tianshu Mausoleum, saying that in a few days, he would naturally be able to meet with his junior brother.

Looking at the disappearance of the master, he thought about it and felt that it was okay to do this, no matter what happened to the junior brother, with the master here, it could always be solved. And there are really too many people in Kyoto, he really doesn't like it, there are not many people in the Tianshu Mausoleum, there are green trees, there are flowing water, it is easy for him to think of the mountain behind Xining Town, the stream, and the happy days of backsliding and hiding with his junior brother, catching fish and eating, I heard that when the junior brother first looked at the monument and realized the Tao, he led the sky full of starlight, which made him very proud and happy, so he felt that he had more reason to like here.

There is also a very important thing - you can see the Tianshu Tablet in the Tianshu Mausoleum. He has read through the Dao Collection since he was a child, except for the last volume of the three thousand volumes of the Great Dao, he has already been integrated, although like Chen Changsheng, the master has not taught him how to practice, but he naturally has a sense of closeness to the Heavenly Book Tablet that hides the truth of the Dao, and wants to see something interesting from it.

When the master left the Tianshu Tomb, he told him not to leave, but he did not say that he would not let him go to see the Tianshu Tomb. He cooked food in that small courtyard for two days, stood by the fence with a cane, watched the sunlight change twice, and felt that there should be no problem, so he walked out of Meili with the wrapped lunch box, and walked along the mountain road to the mausoleum.

There is still a long time to go to the Great Dynasty Test, because last year Zhou Yuan opened and boiled stone conference and many subsequent changes, the stele viewers in the Tianshu Mausoleum have come out of the mausoleum one after another, and now there are very few cultivators who remain in the mausoleum compared to previous years, he walked on the mountain road for a long time, and he did not encounter a person until he came to the first stele house.

In front of this stele, he met a stele servant named Ji Jin. The stele waiter's temperament is very gentle, with a kind of indifference and calmness that sees through the world, giving the rest of the people a good feeling, he thought to himself that the Tianshu Mausoleum is indeed a holy place for cultivation, and after viewing the stele for a long time, will it be that he will get such an improvement in temperament?

The stele attendant named Ji Jin asked him which sect he was a disciple of the mountain gate of which sect, and why he entered the Heavenly Book Mausoleum at this time and began to view the stele.

Yu Yu didn't know how to answer, but fortunately he couldn't speak, so he put his crutch on the pavilion pillar and made a few gestures with one hand, not knowing if the other party could understand it.

Ji Jin couldn't understand his sign language, but he saw the disability of the rest of the people clearly, sympathized, didn't ask anything more, and reminded him not to be reluctant when viewing the monument, and to pay attention to rest.

Watching the stele attendant leave along the mountain road, Yu Yu wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and a smug smile appeared in his eyes, thinking that what the junior brother said was not right, he would not deceive people, but he didn't need to deceive people in Xining Town, you see, I successfully deceived a senior at this time.

The first Tianshu Monument of the Tianshu Mausoleum is the Zhaoqing Monument.

The rest of the people dragged their legs and slowly walked to the monument, looked over, a little curious, a little excited, and even couldn't help but reach out and touch it. He felt that this Tianshu tablet was really interesting, the poem written by the former sages was so good, and the feeling of his fingers was really comfortable, cold and cold, just like the stream on the mountain behind Xining Town.

Then, he came to the second Heavenly Book Tablet.

The stele was also very interesting, and he looked at it with great interest, feeling that the lines were so beautiful, like the light cut by the leaves on the hill behind Xining Town in autumn.

Then, he came to the third Heavenly Book Tablet.

This Tianshu stele is more interesting, the traces on the stele are still clear, the lines are still beautiful, but it is not as complicated as the previous two steles, and it has become an extremely simple line in his eyes.

Simple does not mean that it is not beautiful, it does not mean that it is easy to understand, just like the rainy season in Xining Town, the waterline that slips under the eaves of the old temple, and the traces of those yellow leaves fluttering that have been knocked down by the rain. In order to figure out the pattern in those traces, this time the rest of the people spent a lot of time, and even put the crutches aside and sat on the ground to think for a while.

Then, there is the fourth Heavenly Book Tablet.

The fifth Heavenly Book Monument.

Block 6.

Block 7.

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I don't know how long it has been.

The rest of the people came to a monument, he held on to his crutches, tilted his head slightly, looked at the monument under the house, and felt a little strange.

Because the stele is broken, I don't know where the original stele has gone.

He didn't know that this broken monument was cut down by a person named Zhou Dufu back then, and with this broken monument as the boundary, he had seen those heavenly book tablets, all of which were called former mausoleum monuments.

He knew that his junior brother had a smooth view of the monument in the Tianshu Mausoleum last year, which made him very proud, but he didn't know that he had seen the monument in one day.

He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had not yet reached midday, and the weather was not too hot, so he decided to keep looking.

At this time, it had not been half a day since he walked into the Tianshu Mausoleum.

What does the broken monument look like? He didn't know.

He slowly walked over to the broken monument and reached out to touch the broken stubble on the monument.

After a moment, he withdrew his finger and, thoughtfully, looked around, realizing that he was still in front of the broken monument.

He changed the side of the crutch, clamped it with his broken arm, and scratched his itchy back with his free right hand, a little puzzled, and thought to himself, "What should I do next?"

The autumn breeze in the mountains gently blew and lifted the hem of his white-washed Taoist robe, lifted the black hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes.

He had one eye that couldn't see, but he didn't know if he could see anything else.

He walked to the wild forest behind the monument, stretched out his hand to remove some thorny grass branches, and looked inside curiously.

There was a faint road there, which should have been trampled out, and it was almost covered by weeds, and no one had walked for I don't know how many years.

Looking at the path that was difficult to stand on, Yu Yu's face showed a look of embarrassment, but after thinking about it, he still held on to his crutches and limped inside.

The weeds gradually drowned his figure, and the wasteland gradually stretched under his feet and crutches.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally walked out of this wild forest and came to another monument.

He raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, feeling that his face was a little hot, thinking that it was fortunate that he didn't get lost, otherwise he would be in trouble, and he couldn't call for help.

He walked under the stele and began to look at the stele.

This is no longer the former mausoleum.

The Book of Heaven Thirteen Tombs, he has come to the second tomb.

After Zhou Dufu broke the monument in the Tianshu Mausoleum, he was the first person to go directly here.

Of course he didn't know this, he continued to look at the monuments, continued to move forward, and looked at one monument after another.

When he felt hungry, he took out the lunch box from his arms and began to eat, and when he was hungry, he went to find some mountains and rivers to drink.

The dish in the lunch box is very simple, it is fried bacon with green peppers.

He found bacon on the beams of a stove in a deserted yard, and green peppers he picked in an untended vegetable field.

The sun sets, the stars rise in the night sky, the sun rises, the stars retreat behind the light, and the clear stream between the mountains flows slowly, like time.

I don't know if in the first few days, the rest of the people found that the lunch box was empty, whether it was fried bacon with green peppers or tofu milk, there was no residue left.

He was really a little hungry, so he walked back the way he came, and as he walked past the monuments, he finally saw some cultivators.

In the past few days, all I have seen are silent mountains and forests and stone monuments, and when I can finally see people, the rest of the people are a little happy, and they nod to those cultivators.

And the cultivators looked at him like a ghost.

Who was this man? Why had he never seen it before? Why did he come back from the front? Could it be that he had already seen the next Heavenly Book Tablet?