Nightfall

In the clear blue sky, more and more flowing clouds gather, gathering above the city, and covering the sun behind the back of the sun, so that the words of the people praising the people will make the world dark.

The flames on Ye Su's body were getting stronger and stronger. His voice had completely stopped, and his face could not be seen clearly in the raging fire. He was burning all over, like a beacon that spread light.

The radiance radiating towards the world suddenly converged, and then headed towards the sky from the woodpile. It was a holy beam of light, which came from his body and fell in the deepest part of the distant sky.

The dark sky is lit up an area, not as bright and blazing as the sun, but more realistic, because the thousands of people kneeling on the ground can see what is there.

——There is a clear blue sky, dark clouds, relatively dark and real light.

The light field suddenly dimmed again and quickly returned to its original appearance.

The raging fire on the woodpile has risen to mid-air, as if to burn through the sky. Ye Su's figure has long disappeared and can't be seen at all. What is strange is that there is no unpleasant smell of terror in the air of the small courtyard On the contrary, the fragrance is faint, which makes the mind very peaceful.

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

No one knew it, Long Qing didn't know it. Tens of thousands of people on the ground didn't know it. No one knew the temple cavalry, Xiaoyu and those priests standing outside the small courtyard.

The pictures of sanctification recorded in the Xiling Canon have nothing to do with today's story. It is impossible for someone to know what is going on. Including the subjective.

This is not important.

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

No matter whether Tang Guohe and the Academy can win this war, Protestantism will inevitably spread among the world. No one can stop this turmoil. He will be regarded as a saint by countless believers.

Then he is a saint.

Snow suddenly fell in the sky-flowing clouds gathered into thick clouds. Covered the sky. The ice crystals began to condense in the depths of the cloud without the sun, and there were snowflakes falling and falling.

Snow flakes, dancing in the wind, fell on the streets of the city. It fell on the people who bowed and chanted in the square. Landed in the small courtyard. Landed on the burning woodpile.

In the face of a biting flame, the snow melted into water, and the snow gradually began. The more water melted, the firewood was soaked, the fire was suppressed smaller and smaller, and I wondered how long it finally went out.

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

The cross-shaped wooden pile has been scorched and collapsed, and the extinguished wood pile is chaotic. Without the figure of the person, the rope tied to him has also been burned to ashes.

Snow fell on the crowd, on people's shoulders, and some fell on people's faces, melted into water by body temperature, moisturized lips dried up because of anxiety and sorrow, people drank snow like spring water and started Weeping—The sound of drinking and weeping gradually became more and more prosperous, and the sorrow was endless, and I was about to destroy people's hearts and hearts.

There were endless crying, the snow kept falling, the time passed slowly, the snow clouds in the sky never dissipated, the people on the square gradually dispersed, thousands of Protestant believers helped each other to leave, there was no conflict and During the killing, no one was detained because Long Qing did not speak.

He stood in front of the woodpile without expression.

After a long time, the snow continued to fall, the last Mars in the extinguished wood pile was extinguished, the warm steam disappeared, and it was gradually covered with thick snow, and the ash below could no longer be seen.

The whiteness is really clean.

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There was a thunder suddenly in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was a second thunder.

The two thunders were endless, following each other, back and forth between heaven and earth.

The Xiling Temple cavalry, Xiaoyu and other strong players in the square looked at the beginning of the thunder, showing their vigilance, but more of fear and uneasiness, such as the anger of the sky.

The thunder is constantly changing its position. Where is the position where mortals can capture, tumbling terror, Tianwei is unpredictable, and where mortals are vigilant to prevent, what is this thunder?

Long Qing looked up at the sky, looked at the snow fluttered by the two thunders and the invisible power in the thunder, and guessing who was coming, the expression was calm as before.

A storm suddenly broke out on the sea of ​​Song Abroad, and the storm quickly landed. The countless seawater shattered on the famous breakwater. The remnants of the storm came to the square and turned into a thunder.

The clouds above the city shook gently, with strong energy, spreading from the thunder to the surroundings, turning into a terrifying gust of wind. Countless cavalry fell down against the wind, and the horses hissed and wailed. Those who have to improve all their cultivation practices can barely support them in the strong wind.

The wind was gradually converging, and it spread like water between the houses in the streets. There was a circle of about ten feet in the square. There was no snow or blood in the circle. It was clean and empty, and there were only two people.

One person wears an old cotton jacket and holds a short wooden stick in his hand. It is the master of the academy. The other person wears a wine-filled gown and a hip flask is tied around his waist. .

Master's cotton-padded jackets are covered with tears everywhere. I don't know how much blood is flowing from those tears, and the cotton is moistened, and it looks very embarrassed.

The drunkard's condition was no better than him. The clothes were stained everywhere, and his left shoulder was sagged. He seemed to be hit by a stick. He wanted to take a jug to drink, but found that his hands were shaking a little.

The previous thunder, the thunder that wandered between the sky, the ocean, and the earth, was that they were chasing each other, that they were underground without distance, and they still did not forget to fight.

That is the highest level of combat in the spiritual world, and it is also the most bitter battle.

But in fact, this battle may not happen.

Yesterday the drunkard returned to the town and said nothing to the butcher, waiting for the future. The older brothers stayed in the small building outside Linkang City, waiting for the result of the negotiation between the academy and Daomen.

When Taoshan moved last night and after Ye Su ’s manifestation this morning, the drunkard ’s uneasiness did not disappear-the subject was not convinced by Ning Que. He was happy to see the current situation, but he was still uneasy.

He thought that the unrest came from the academy, thinking that the academy would save Ye Su at all costs, so he hurriedly left the town. Back to the small building outside Linkang City. Meet Lee slowly again.

Just like those days in the past few years, without distance, without distance, the Daomen and the academy exchanged the most important pieces, and the drunkard could not get rid of the master brother. There is no way for the master to lock him completely.

It's hard to separate when you meet. Whether you go to the mountains or the sea. So they started fighting, from high mountains to the sea, to the end. The master brother finally came here and was seriously injured for this.

Because he was coming, he was injured.

"Your college always likes to say that my body and spirit are decaying ... what about you now?"

The drunkard put his trembling hand behind his back and looked at him and said, "How long can you stay with me for so many days? How many more injuries can you suffer like today?"

His face was pale, and his left shoulder was badly injured, but it was much lighter than that of a blood-bearing master who did not know how many bones he had broken, so he was qualified to say that.

The master did not listen to him. He looked at the snowdrift in the small courtyard, feeling the smell of embers from the bottom of the snow. He was silent and his expression was a bit sullen.

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

The sound of crying came from a distance in the city. I wonder if it was for the innocent believer who died in the conflict or Ye Su who was buried in the flames. He listened in silence.

After a while, he turned to look at the drunkard and said, "Why are you in the world because you are in a small town?"

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

The master said, "You are committing a crime."

The drunkard said: "Sin to the human world or the kingdom of God? Protestantism has shaken the foundations of the kingdom of God. He must die. If the Taoist door doesn't do anything, I will do it."

Long Qing has been silent since the appearance of the drunkard and his brother. He stood in the courtyard and looked at the two great practitioners who could only look up to before, with a calm expression and no fear.

Everything is in the calculation of the subject-how disturbed the drinker is. Before discovering the truth, he will definitely start from Haotian's standpoint 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 Haotian God Kingdom, God Kingdom is gone, what should they do?

In fact, if it is not that the subject has not nodded, or that the drunkard and the butcher have already begun to deal with Ye Su, these two great practitioners do not care about such things as sanctification.

They thought they had been sanctified long ago, so what? They were not like mice, hiding in Tibet for tens of thousands of years, and finally turned into a dog in Haotian.

Of course, understanding the subjective mind, especially Long Qing who had a conversation with Ye Su before he died, he has basically understood the truth of the whole thing at this time. He knows that the drunkard and the butcher will certainly regret it in the future, but that is Things in the future will not affect the Daomen in the name of Haotian, and treat them like dogs.

Thinking of this festival, Long Qing's face showed a smile, without ridicule, and he was sincere. That was sincere ridicule, and ridicule of characters such as drunkards and butchers would also be stunned by greed.

The five colors are blind and the five sounds are deaf, and the textbooks make sense.

The smile on Long Qing's face narrowed down because someone looked over.

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

This is his incomprehension, and also the incomprehension of the academy. No one can figure out why the Daomen should do this. Burning Ye Su to help him become holy, it does not do much to destroy the Protestantism, but it will split the Daomen. At least, it is ruled that the temple will never be truly trusted by the Daomen since then.

What does the subjective think?

"You can take Ning Que's failed attempts as all reasons."

Long Qing said: "My brother's death is not a family matter. Without your college, he may not need to die. At least, he will not die so fast, so your sorrow is very meaningless."

After finishing this sentence, he bowed a little salute to his brother, walked out of the small courtyard, and mounted the mount brought by his subordinates in the snow and snow. He didn't put the Tianshu sand scroll back into his arms until he walked far away.

The master watched Long Qing's figure disappear into the snow.

Outside Linkang City, he noticed the peculiarities of this person. His feelings are clearer today, but he is thinking about those things without energy at this time.

He looked back into the small courtyard, to the pile of wood that was constantly receiving snow, and then looked up to the snow in the sky, remembering some of the past.

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

I have met several times before and after, before Xiaodaoguan, in the deep snow peak of Tianqi Mountain ...

Earlier that year, Sang Sang was born in the world, and there was a black line on the wasteland. He was drinking and reading at the pool side of the black line. Ye Su cut trees at the black line. I heard that he said a word Interesting Dao 偈, and then began to travel around the country, intending to break through the life and death pass, presumably by the last moment, he really broke through.

So, will he really die?

The brother looked at Luo Xue and was silent for a long time-Ye Su's creation of Protestantism had a lot to do with the academy, because Jun Mo turned him into a waste person before the Qingxia, and because of the discussions he had with Ye Su.

Then he remembered that from many years ago, even before entering the door of the Confucius, the person he most wanted to be was a scholar, a scholar who educates and educates people.

The scholar lived in a humble alley and taught those poor children to live poorly, eating nothing but drinking, but did not change their joy or their way.

He wanted to be such a person. Unexpectedly, Ye Su did this before him. In the last years of his life ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ye Su has always been such a person.

After a long time, he reached out to catch a snowflake and turned to look at the drunkard and said, "Don't hesitate to abandon the whole world for eternal life. Even if it is successful, don't you think it will be lonely?

The drunkard said: "Death is true loneliness, just like Ye Su. He is now sanctified but has no contact with the world. At this time, he is truly loneliness."

The master shook his head, calmly and surely said: "You are wrong, he will not be lonely."

Ye Su gave up decades of faith, just to make humans no longer need faith, he left the world, but left a lot of things, I believe that those things will really change the world,

There are still many people doing or about to do the same thing as him. Junmo lit a wildfire at the bottom of the tiankeng, and he will lead the college forward. He is a saint, but there are many fellow travellers, how can he be lonely?

Since ancient sages, they should not be lonely.

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... (to be continued ...)