Nightfall Chapter 46: I finally heard your voice

Hearing the tired voice of Sangsang, the tired Ning Que became a little more sober, let go of the hand holding the hilt of the Pu Dao, and stretched out to his waist—he was a Chinese from the academy, and for these came from the Xiling Temple Sangsang's **** stick naturally did not have the slightest affection, and because Sangsang's body was extremely anxious, his emotions seemed extremely unstable, but since he could not use force, naturally there was 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 from the depths of the Taoist Temple: "Mr. Thirteen, don't take it. This is not a wasteland, and I am not Cheng Lixue."

As the old voice sounded, the middle-aged priest and the apologetic knights suddenly had a solemn expression. After a while, an elderly priest in a crimson robe walked out slowly.

In the Xiling Temple, not all Taoists are qualified to wear this crimson robe, especially the red priests who are stationed in various countries, and they have a position that is difficult for their companions in the temple.

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

Looking at the black carriage and Ning Que next to the carriage, a vigilant expression appeared in the muddy eyes of the red priest, thinking that he had left the Tang State mission and went straight to Lanke Temple. Will appear here today?

Listening to the words Mr. Thirteen, the guardian knights who had been wary and indifferent finally knew the identity of the young man beside the black carriage, and their emotions became extremely complicated.

The Tang Empire is the most powerful country in the world, and it is also the only world beyond the control of Xiling Temple. The Academy and the Haotian Daomen have always been vaguely hostile. In the level that mortals cannot know, there is no idea how many earth-shattering battles have occurred. , It's just that the two sides have not torn their faces.

The respected priest in red, facing a visitor who is like a disciple on the second floor of the academy, could not be proud, but he would not show a fearful look.

Under the protection of the Xiling Temple, it resembles the Song State and Qi State. I haven't felt the horror of Tang Guo's iron cavalry, so I'm not very afraid, so the rest of the Taoist temple is still calm.

Looking at the red-clothed priest, Ning Que said, “Since you know who I am and don’t want those things to happen in the wasteland, then I think I should be able to discuss it. I just need some medicinal materials from you here, and I Willing to pay. I just trouble you to hurry up."

The red priest took the list from the middle-aged subordinate. White eyebrows frowned slowly and said: "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. The anxiety and frenzy that had previously been slightly reduced, arose again, and his body leaned forward slightly. Listening to this person’s old eyes, he said: "If it were before, I would definitely force you to find Ye Hongyu to see me, and then I would humiliate you in front of her as much as I can, but now I am very anxious, so I beg you , 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 red priest, so close. It looked like it had hit the other side's wrinkled face.

Listening to Ye Hongyu's name, the red priest heard Ye Hongyu's name, but he didn't understand it for a while, because he had been living in the Dao Men. Except for the first few years, he had never heard anyone call this name directly.

After a while, I woke up. He glared at Ning Que, thinking that even if you were a direct disciple of the Master, you would dare to directly call the name of the Great Judging God Seat, such disrespect would be unacceptable.

However, his angry eyes were after touching the waist card. Suddenly condensed.

Looking at this ordinary waistband, in the old eyes of the red priest. An extremely shocked emotion emerged. He remembered the rumors he heard when he went back to the temple to report last year. He remembered the little maid next to Ning Que in the rumors. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and every wrinkle became pale,

He suddenly felt that he was really old, and he had forgotten so many important things continuously. Now that Mr. Thirteen of the Academy appeared in front of him, wouldn't that person be away?

Old and confused, it is mediocrity, mediocrity as oneself, where there is still the qualification to continue to sit in the position of the red priest. When he returns to Xiling this year, if the leader of Luo is still unwilling to let go, then he will follow Right.

But what about being old and faint? After a lapse of 16 years, I finally saw this waist card again. On the seat of God that had been empty for 16 years, the glory finally appeared again, and everything was enough!

The old priest in red, thinking of many things in a very short time after seeing the waist card, then he turned to look at the black carriage and knelt down slowly.

Seeing this scene, an exclamation sounded from the quiet hall.

Ning Que is not surprised. There are many 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 a little strange.

The red priest knelt down in front of the black carriage, his palms fell on the slightly rough stone ground, his gray hair trembled slightly, and he muttered something, and there was no shock or panic in his eyes. I can only see endless sentimental memorials, and extremely religious excitement and excitement.

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

Only the middle-aged priest vaguely guessed the truth.

As the most trusted subordinate of the red priest, after the red priest returned from the Xiling Temple report last year, he used to see the red priest drunk in ecstasy after many nights, and heard it intermittently Some what. So he knelt down behind the red priest without hesitation.

The middle-aged priest bowed heavily to the black carriage, and then, with endless fear or awe, said with a trembling voice: "Welcome the daughter of light to the kingdom of earth."

The four words "Girl of Light" drifted slowly in the building, and disappeared without a trace before hitting the wall in the future, but they still continued like thunder in the ears of the crowd.

Only the sound of dense cloth rubbing, the sound of knees hitting the ground, and the sound of kowtows are heard densely in the quiet white hall. Whether people are standing on the stone steps or reading the scriptures, they are listening After the trembling words of the middle-aged priest, they all knelt down at the fastest speed.

People worshipped the black carriage, afraid to speak.

I don't know how long it has been.

Sangsang's slightly tired voice sounded from the black carriage: "Get up all."

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

From the moment I heard that voice, turbid tears began to crisscross the old face of the red priest, and the deep wrinkles were instantly wetted, like a cracked earth that had dried up for countless years, and finally ushered in the spring rain.

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

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(Let’s say a little bit, because Mo Yan won the prize, I’m really happy for a long time, and then took some time. Well, I’m mainly packing up my luggage and chatting with my parents, so I wrote less. Tomorrow will be a miserable flight for another day. I have repeated it countless times. The motherland is really **** big... Go out more than 8 o'clock in the morning, try to write some at the airport when you are on the plane or during the transit, and then it will be more than 9 o'clock at night When you get home, and then, if you really can’t write, then adjust the holiday on Saturday the day after tomorrow to tomorrow and report it to everyone.)

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