Nightfall

Dry weather is the only belief in the highlands of the world.

Numerous believers in the world devoutly worshipped the Taoist temples of the Taoist gates in the world with spirit and money. The shrines located in the Tao Hill of Xiling are the supreme centers that influence or even control these Taoist temples and secular imperial power.

The Xiling Temple uses the palm to teach the adults to lead the Daomen, and the Daomen affairs are specifically managed by the three great priests. These three great priests have extremely heavy authority, majesty, and high status, so they are called the throne.

The three gods are the oracle priest, the adjudicator, and the oracle priest.

Among them, the ruler of the great priest ruled the heresy, the arrest of the remnants of the demons, the countless strong men, the most powerful military, and the greatest power on the surface. The priests and oracles of the celestial oracles comprehend Haotian ’s will, edit the classics, and remotely control the Taoist temples in the world with a seven-point book, which has great influence in the world.

The Great Priest of Light is the most special existence in the Three Gods. He has no specific distribution of Taoist affairs, but he has the power to touch all of the Taoist affairs. Because anyone who can become the Great Priest of Light is bound to be the most proficient in doctrine in the temple. Those who have the strongest faith and the most complex sense of darkness in the world.

Recalling thousands of years ago, the bright priest brought a volume of Heavenly Books into the wasteland to preach. It can be said that it carried the most arduous and important historical mission of Haotian Daomen, and you can imagine its status. But the bright priest did not know why he gave up Haotian God to create his own sect, he created a demon sect in the world, and he opposed the Haotian Daomen to this day, even if he was severely suppressed by the Xiling Temple, he was still dead and not stiff, From this you can imagine its power.

The Xiling Temple has served as the great priests of the light, and they are all such outstanding figures. So in fact, although there is no ranking in the temple, the prince of the light is obviously the three gods, only under the palm.

In these years, occasionally there will be an essay written in the name of the Three Tombs of Xiling. However, no one knows outside Taoshan. The honorable grand priest was imprisoned in the temple behind the Taoshan. Guan Yu's pavilion, and a prisoner is 14 years.

The middle-aged priest kneeling in front of the wooden fence couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart. Over the years, only he can often see the old man behind the wooden fence, but every time he was as excited as when he saw the old man for the first time.

Today, he is the most trusted subordinate of the Great Priest. Even the two masters, Ye Hongyu and Prince Longqing, will not underestimate him. However, no matter how high his status becomes, as long as he walks into the dark palace, he comes to In front of the wooden fence, he felt as if he were the young man who had just arrived in Taoshan from the Songhai Taoist Temple in the East China Sea, and the old man behind the fence was still the bright and bright priest who was noble and loved by the church.

The middle-aged priest believed in Haotian and longed for the light. He was willing, and only willing to give all his love and respect to the old man who guided himself to the bright avenue, and even burned his life and soul.

The old man looked at the middle-aged priest calmly. The wrinkles on his face were as dense as the wood lines on the fence. The expression on his face was very gentle, and he could not see a trace of the wisdom of the bright priest in those days.

The middle-aged priest touched the ground with his forehead and said softly: "The ruling grand priest asked, so I'll take a look at you."

The old man said, "You don't come to see me, I want to see you too."

Zhong Mou Shenlei was startled, his voice trembling slightly: "God, what do you see?"

The old man turned slowly, looking out from the tiny glass-lined opening in the room. Outside the cave was dark and foggy, and he could not see the sun, but he knew it was north.

The old man's holy light in the eye socket gradually dissipated, and the black pupil enlarged strangely, occupying the entire eyeball, and looked like a transparent black jade without a trace of dust.

"I saw the shadow of night appearing in Chang'an City."

Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged priest kneeling outside the wooden fence shivered.

The Great Priest of Light, imprisoned for many years, is still the Great Priest of Light. Every sentence he said naturally has its truth. For the middle-aged priest, there is almost no difference from Haotian's purpose.

The Great Priest of Light does not have the ability to predict the movement of all things in the world. That is the God-given ability of the oracle, but as the Taoist heart is the purest and firmest, every hair and blood drop is filled with a bright priest. He has a very special ability , You can see the real darkness in the world.

Many years ago, he had seen the shadow of the night drifting from the wasteland to the Datang Empire. It was this belief that the Xiling Temple did so much at all costs in the powerful empire in the north.

However, it is very strange that it was in that matter that he, who was noble in the temple, was instantly smashed into the dust. Facing the anger of the master of teaching, especially the gaze of the Tsing Yi Taoist, powerful wisdom like him is also fundamental. Unable to cope with any resistance, he became a prisoner unknown to the back of Taoshan.

The middle-aged priest trembles and asks: "This matter should be reported to the ruling Sagittarius, no, teach adults."

The old man smiled as he shook his head and said, "This palace ..."

With the faint sigh, the dust on the fence flew up.

"And the view behind the palace ... has fallen into decay."

A bright priest who has been imprisoned for no reason for many years is eligible to indifferently accuse the temple or even the Taoist temple. However, although the middle-aged priest respects him, he dare not return to peace. He raised his head, wondering after a moment of excitement, and tremblingly said, "Are you ... going to leave?"

The old man looked at him quietly, his deep eye sockets had been restored as before, the holy radiance gave his eyes an indifferent and empty breath, his dry lips twitched slightly, and he said with no emotion: "You will die, many people will die . "

"There are many people in the temple like me who are willing to give their lives."

The middle-aged priest did not hesitate and said resolutely: "For the light to come to earth."

Silence was imprisoned for fourteen years, because the night in his eyes finally decided to escape from the temple. The old man looked quietly at the middle-aged priest kneeling outside the fence, as if he had seen many years ago, the young priest with awe and worship in his eyes, the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper, and the wrinkles were filled with compassion and compassion breath.

Some night.

The old man got up and walked to the row of seemingly loose and low wooden fences. He looked at the fence quietly, watching him for a long time with five thousand tonight, and then said a word.

"I don't have a cage in my heart, how can a cage stop me? My heart is bright, how can light stop me?"

After saying this, the old man reached out and pushed the wooden fence. His movements were ordinary and random. It seemed that instead of getting out of trouble for years, he just wanted to leave the house and pushed open the wooden door that made a squeak.

The old fingers touched the wooden fence, which was silently broken into powder, and turned into countless particles of light and muddy dust scattered everywhere, and then drilled like a firefly swarm that small stone cave.

Suddenly holding his jaw with his hand, the ruling Archbishop sitting on the Moyu God Block in the South China Sea suddenly became stiff.

Two very tiny light spots suddenly appeared in his majestic eyes.

Poof! Thick blood spewed out of his lips and poured onto the crimson robe.

Fireflies drilled small stone caves and entered the night fog, as if pouring oil into the fire, igniting everything around them, especially the tiny particles in the haze.

The dark valley that never saw the light suddenly burned.

This kind of combustion has no temperature and no power of destruction, only brightness.

The burning mountain mist spread upwards in an instant, all the way to the southern foot of Taoshan, and spread between the Hall of Chongzhong Dao.

In the deep night, the entire Taoshan was burning.

Especially the temple of light, where the singing reverberates, and the compassion is solemn and bright.

There is a white and clean temple on the highest part of Taoshan.

There was a thunderous roar in the temple.

The invisible flame between Taoshan accompanied by thunder and roar gradually extinguished.

The roar in the highest temple gradually lowered.

The ending is long, the ending is faint.

There is an island in the far southeast.

The storm in this ocean is more terrible than the storm sea, and there has never been a fishing boat or a merchant boat.

There have never been human footprints on this island before.

A thin Tsing Yi Taoist stood on a high rock.

The terrifying giant waves kept beating on the bottom of the reef, and if the thundering island rock trembled, he seemed to be unaware.

The Tsing Yi Taoist quietly looked deep into the ocean, watching the hot fog that was steamed by the volcanic melt of the seabed.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, looking back at the 6 places that were far away and invisible.

After a long time, the Tsing Yi Taoist sighed and shook his head.

That night, fourteen priests in Taoshan turned to ashes in the light.

That night, a total of 300 people were executed in the Temple of Light.

That friend, a bright priest imprisoned for 14 years, escaped from the Xiling Temple.

He was the first prisoner in history to be able to leave the pagoda at the foot of Taoshan alive.

The winter wasteland, the twilight is the warmest time, the red sunset slanting in the distance of the long grass, scattered the last light of the day, although there is no melting snow, but it can add some ruddy to the travelers' cheeks.

Arrows roared in the wasteland, and heavy objects fell to the ground.

People in the campsite heard Tmall Girl crying in surprise from a distance: "Brother, your arrow is so good!"

Since someone was going to pack up his prey, Ningque lacked to feed the **** horse, preparing to take a break. When passing by the carriage, Moshan Mountain was now by the car window, writing intently with the last afterglow.

"Beware of broken eyes."

He stood by the car window and said kindly.

Mo Shanshan looked up at him with a cold look, as if he was air.

It's been a few days since I entered the wasteland, and Ning Quexian has shown that this girl is proud to never look at herself with her right eye. It is inevitable that she is uncomfortable. She thinks that she doesn't even care about the pride of Princess Tang.

So he was too lazy to look at her with his eyes, leaning against the window to look at her writing, his eyes did not fall on the paper, but on her face. The small round face was full of concentration and forgetfulness. .

The most beautiful when serious, Ning Que agrees with this theory. And once he picked up his pen, he often forgot all the things around him, so watching the girl focus on writing books, the look can't help but get better.

"I can't see that you are still a book-obsessed guy. It's quite my style to write."

The boys in Dahe Kingdom are doing physical work and are responsible for setting up tents and pilings. The female disciples such as Juhua are cooking wood and making fire. After listening to Ning Que ’s comments, I do n’t know why they laughed.

They covered their mouths and laughed, looking at Ning Que, but laughed without saying why.

Ning Que was a little embarrassed. In order to cover up this embarrassment, he looked up at the sky, and now a few rice-like stars appeared on the edge of the wilderness, facing the setting sun the next day, and subconsciously said with emotion: "There is still no moon."

In the window, Mo Shanshan put his pen on Yan Yan and looked down his eyes. Mu Ne asked, "What nonsense?"

Ning Que stunned slightly, thinking of something, and his smile gradually rose to his cheeks.

Mo Shanshan looked at his side face through the car window. The breeze on the wilderness blew his silk, and a lovely little dimple appeared faintly in the silk. She suddenly realized that this guy's smile at this time was so sincere and sincere.

Suddenly, Ningque lacked the palm of his hand and took the car window. His body swept up and disappeared.

There was a soft sound at the top of the carriage, and Mo Shanshan looked up, puzzled.

In the wind of the wilderness, Ning Que stood at the top of the carriage, watching the smoke rising and falling in the distance in the distance, frowning gradually, and reaching into his lips to blow a sharp howling.

Suddenly there was silence in the campsite, and the war horses started to stir up.

Accompanied by the setting sun, Sang Sang! The individual ate the cloud egg noodle with taste.

There is no green onion in the noodles because she doesn't like to eat green onions. The reason why she used to put green onions was because someone likes them.

She applied Chen Jinji's fat powder to the mirror alone, and no one would always laugh at her.

She slept alone, rolling from left to right and from right to left, and the bed appeared much larger.

On the bed, she wanted to kick and kick, and to stretch her arms, no longer worried about who was kicking and who was entangled.

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Sang Sang was lying on the bed, looking at the tree outside the window, looking at the stars in the leaves, and wondering why there was no moon? What exactly is the moon that Master said? Where is Master at this time?

Probably because the bed suddenly became bigger, so I was not used to it. Sang Sang did n’t sleep well all night like the other day, and tossed till dawn, she yawned and rubbed her small face to get up, pushed the door to the alley I bought a bowl of hot and sour noodle soup and sat on the threshold of Lao Bi Zhai.

In the bright light coming early in the morning, she was eating without any taste.

Yangguan, the southernmost part of the Datang Empire, is noisy and countless caravans are waiting to enter.

An ordinary carriage lined up in line.

An old man with a deep eyes in the carriage was closing his eyes to refresh himself.

He opened his eyes and looked at the distant city of Chang'an in the north. His eyes were filled with gentle and majestic light.

(There will be an annual leave announcement later)