Nightfall

Volume Three Eventful Autumn Chapter 46 finally hears your voice

Hearing the tired voice of Sang Sang, the tired Ning Que was awake a little, released his hand holding the handle of Piao Dao, and reached into his waist-he was a Tang from the academy of colleges, to these **** sticks from the Xiling Temple Naturally, there is no sympathy, and because Sang Sang's body is extremely anxious, his emotions appear extremely unstable, but since he can use no force, there is naturally no need for a war between the temple and the academy.

Just as he was about to take his hand out of his belt, an old voice slowly sounded in the depths of the Taoist Temple: "Mr. Thirteen, don't take it anymore. This is not a wasteland, nor am I Cheng Chengxue."

As the old voice sounded, the middle-aged priest and the guardian knight suddenly looked away. After a while, an elderly priest wearing a deep red robe walked out slowly.

In the Xiling Temple, not all Taoists are qualified to wear this deep red robe, especially the red priests stationed in the various countries, but also have an unattainable position in the temple.

This old red-robed priest has been in the Qi Guodao Temple for more than 30 years. Although there is no strong background in the Xiling Temple, even the Emperor Qi State should maintain sufficient respect in front of him.

Looking at the black carriage and Ning Que next to the car, the guarded expression in the muddy eyes of the priest in red appeared to him that he had left the Tang Dynasty mission and went straight to the Lanke Temple. How could it appear today? it's here?

Listening to the four words of Mr. Thirteen, the guardian knights who were previously wary and indifferent finally knew the identity of the young man beside the black carriage, and his emotions became extremely complicated.

The Datang Empire is the most powerful country in the world, and the only uncontrollable world in the Xiling Temple. The Academy and Haotian Daomen have always been hidden and hostile. At the level that mortals cannot know, they do n’t know how many earth-shattering battles have happened, just Both sides have not torn their faces.

Respected priests in red, in the face of visitors of such status as disciples on the second floor of the academy, it is impossible to be proud, but they will not show a fearful expression.

Under the shelter of the Xiling Temple, the subordinate countries like the Song State Qi State did not feel the horror of the Tang State Tieqi, so they were not very afraid, so the rest of the Taoist Temple was still calm.

Looking at the red priest, Ning Que said: "Since you know who I am and don't want to appear in the wilderness, then I think I should be able to discuss it. I just need some herbs from you and I am willing to pay. , Just trouble you faster. "

The red-clothed priest took the list from the middle-aged subordinate, and his white eyebrows slowly wrinkled, saying: "The Academy is indeed worthy of respect, but the Taoist Temple is a place dedicated to Haotian."

Ning Que heard the other party's refusal. He had slightly reduced the anxiety and manic emotions before, and again, his body leaned forward, listening to the old eyes of the person, saying: "If it was before, I would definitely force I asked you to find Ye Hongyu to see me, and then I will humiliate you in front of her, but now I am very anxious, so I beg you to take a serious look at the waist card in my hand. "

He took a waist tag from his belt and held it in front of the priest in red. The distance was so close that it looked like it was hitting the other person's wrinkled face.

The red-clothed priest listened to Ye Hongyu's name, and was familiar with it, but he didn't want to understand it for a while, because he had always lived in the Taoist door, and he had never heard anyone call it by name except in the first years.

After a while, I woke up and glared at Ning Que. I thought that even if you were a proselyte of the Master, you would dare to call it the name of the Great Judgment God, so such disrespect is unacceptable.

However, his angry eyes suddenly froze after touching the waist card.

Looking at this ordinary style of waist card, the sage of the red clothes priest appeared very shocked emotions. He remembered the rumors he heard when he returned to the temple last year, and he remembered that the little maid next to Zhong Ning was missing. Began to tremble uncontrollably, each wrinkle became pale,

Suddenly he felt that he was really old, and he forgot so many important things in a row. Since Mr. Thirteen of the Academy appeared in front of him, why wouldn't that person be there?

Old and confused, it is faint, faint as yourself, where can I still sit in the position of the red priest, and when I return to Xiling to report my duties this year, if Lord Luo still refuses to let go, then go.

But what about being old and faint? After a lapse of 16 years, I finally saw this waist card again. On the empty seat of the 16th year, the glory finally appeared again. Everything is enough!

In the very short time after seeing the waist card, the old priest in red thought of many things. Then he turned to look at the black carriage and knelt slowly.

Seeing this scene, a cry of exclamation sounded in the quiet Taoist Temple.

Ning Que is not surprised. There are a lot of waist cards in his belt, but people in the world can only remember some of them, but often forget others.

It's just that the next thing still makes him feel strange.

The priest in red kneeled down in front of the black carriage, his palms fell on the slightly rough stone ground, his gray hair trembled, he muttered something, and there was no more shock or fright in his eyes. I can only see the endless sentimental thoughts, as well as the extremely pious excitement and excitement.

The people in the field still didn't understand what was happening. They didn't know who was sitting in the black carriage. Even if the Xiling Tomb came in person, it wouldn't make the priest in red to pay such a big gift.

Only the middle-aged priest vaguely guessed the truth.

As the most trusted subordinate of the Red Clothes Priest, since the Red Clothes Priest returned from his work in the Xiling Temple last year, he had seen the ecstasy of the Red Clothes Prisoner drunk on many nights and heard something intermittently. So he did not hesitate to kneel behind the priest in red.

The middle-aged priest uttered his first salute to the black carriage, and then, with endless fear or awe, said with a trembling voice: "Welcome to the daughter of light to come to the kingdom of the world."

The four characters of the daughter of light slowly drifted through the building. In the future, when they hit the wall, they disappeared without disappearing, but they still continued like thunder in the ears of the crowd.

I only heard the sound of the rubbing of the dense fabrics, the knees touching the ground, and knocking heavily, and they sounded densely in the secluded white Taoist temple. Whether people are standing on the stone steps or chanting the Canon, they are hearing middle-age After the shivering words of the **** officer, they all knelt down as quickly as possible.

People worshiped the black carriage roof, daring to speak in awe.

I do n’t know how long it has passed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Sang Sang's slightly tired voice sounded from the black car: "Get up."

No one got up, because the most respected red priest in the field still knelt in front of the black carriage.

From the moment I heard that voice, the murky tears began to cross the old face of the red-robed priest. The deep wrinkles were suddenly wet, just like the dry cracked earth for countless years, and finally ushered in the spring rain.

He burst into tears, trembling, and happily forgot to stand up.

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(I said a little, because Mo Yan won the award, I was really happy for a long time, and then delayed some time, okay, mainly to pack my luggage and talk to my parents, so I wrote less, and it will be miserable tomorrow. The land has to fly for another day, and repeating the words many times, the motherland is really big ... go out at 8 o'clock in the morning, and try to write some at the airport on the plane or during the transfer, and then get home at 9 o'clock at night, then Moreover, if it is really impossible to write, then the fake of the day after tomorrow will be adjusted to tomorrow and report it to everyone.)