Nightfall Chapter 52: Live for real

Ye Su is on stage.

Since I’m on stage, I can’t be an audience member. I’m always forced to be dragged into this tragic and comedy drama and play my role well, even if it’s the male protagonist who is doomed to a tragic ending.

The Jiange disciples stood in front of the stage, with minor or severe injuries, but as long as they could still stand, they would not let go of the sword in their hands and stick to the area in front of them.

Like the sword sage Liu Bai, like Liu Yiqing, a foot in front of them is their territory. The Southern Jin Dynasty has been completely occupied by the Xiling Temple, so a foot in front of them is the last homeland.

Long Qing knew that they would not give way. He slowly raised his right hand, and he did not know when he swiped a black peach blossom between his fingers, and his gray eyes swept over them.

These men from the Southern Jin Dynasty perfectly fulfilled the promise once made by the teacher, and at the last moment of the battle, before they stopped breathing, they did not let anyone approach Ye Su.

They knew that death was imminent, but they had no fear on their faces-Liu Bai once stabbed the sword in his hand to Haotian on Taoshan. They were Liu Bai’s disciples and grandchildren. They inherited the sword intent and never forgot the surging Yellow River. , Then no matter Haotian's kingdom of God or Pluto's abyss, what is terrible?

Death did not come immediately, because Chen Pipi walked out from behind Ye Su, walked in front of the Jiange disciple, and watched Long Qing and said: "Do you want the Dao Sect to be destroyed?"

Long Qing looked at the sky gradually becoming brighter and was silent for a long time, and then said: "You should be very clear that this is the will of the teacher, I am just the executor."

Chen Pippi's question was somewhat headless, and Long Qing's answer was somewhat inexplicable. It seemed that he agreed with the other party's statement that this war against Protestantism was the beginning of the destruction of Taoism.

In fact, to understand this conversation, you only need to think about it. Why could the Dao Sect tolerate Ye Su's preaching in the world for several years, and why did he decide to kill him until now?

Ye Su used to be the world of Taoism, but now he is the most important and indispensable important figure of Protestantism, but he also has another identity-he is Ye Hongyu's most beloved brother.

Kill Ye Su, then Ye Hongyu will rebel, even if Dao Sect kills her together. However, the Xiling Temple will inevitably fall into chaos and even split. In this case, how can you dare to win the Academy and Tang Dynasty? If this war resulted in Tang Guo's final victory for this reason, how could Taoism continue to exist in the world?

Long Qing's gaze crossed Chen Pipi and the Jiange disciples. Falling on Ye Su's body, Ye Su was looking at the scroll of the case in a daze, as if thinking about some difficult problem.

"The day when he wrote the Protestant doctrine, the foundation of Taoism was destroyed by him... There is no longer a need to believe in the Taoism of Haotian. It has too much attraction to those stupid human beings. No one can reverse this. Trends, so he must die. The gate is split? The levee collapses and floods are flooding, so you still need to excavate and fill the levee with water?

Long Qing paused for a moment, looked at the white smoke that was dissipating in the Taoist temple in the distance, and said blankly: "Not to mention that she is dead, who can turn around?"

Yes, that white smoke has already risen, then Ye Su's fate is doomed, and the opposite is true. Since Dao Sect wanted to kill Ye Su. Then Ye Hongyu's fate is also doomed.

For more than ten years, the brother and sister have met very few times, and the relationship seems not deep or even indifferent, but in fact. Everyone knows that their fate has always been connected, and if they want to kill, they must kill all.

Yes Su put up a pen, wrote a sentence on the paper, then looked up, looked at Long Qing and said: "It is not difficult for me to die, why do so many things and kill so many people?"

Long Qing salutes, straightens up and says: "Brother Guoqian, to kill you, this is the most difficult decision to make. For this reason, the teacher has also been awake at night. How dare you not be cautious."

Ye Su thoughtfully said: "Killing one person to death, I seem to be guilty of death."

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More than two thousand guardian cavalrymen of Xiling Temple entered from various gates. The armored horses only showed their eyes and noses, and looked extremely terrifying, while the knights on horsebacks were all over Wearing armor, the black armor is engraved with a symbolic line drawn by gold thread, dazzling the eyes.

According to the Taoist custom, or the tacit understanding with the Tang state, the total number of guard cavalry owned by the Xiling Temple cannot exceed a certain rule. However, with the previous war against the Tang, this practice has long ceased to exist, and the Xiling Temple relies on The gold and silver resources enshrined by the nations of the world have greatly expanded their army. Today, the total number of **** cavalry has already exceeded 20,000, and they have the strength and confidence to compete with the heavy equipment of Tang.

Two thousand guardian cavalrymen followed Hengmu Liren to the north of Qinghe County. At this time, they were suppressing those preparatory rebels in Yangzhou City, and those two thousand guardian cavalry went straight from Taoshan to Song Dynasty. He hides silently, and follows Long Qing on his task of suppressing Protestant believers.

Using such a powerful military force to deal with thousands of unarmed Protestant believers, as well as a very small number of disciples of the sword pavilion, is completely used to kill chickens, or it can be said that it is a careful arrangement, which shows the determination of Daomen , They would never allow Ye Su to continue to live, nor would Protestantism continue to develop.

The armored heavy rider was extremely heavy. The horse's hoof stepped on the city street and made a dull sound. When the two thousand riders moved forward at the same time, the dense hoof sound turned into a torrential rain, and it was a thunderstorm.

The **** cavalry galloped at high speed, with a cold expression, and they didn't care about what they hit. People in the streets of the city took refuge, screams of panic everywhere, and screams after being knocked down.

There was smoke and dust everywhere on the street. The few vendors who escaped from under their horses' hooves palely squeezed outside a tea shop, and looked at the cavalry who was leaving from the dust, shaking and speechless.

A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar, did not avoid the street corner like people, but drove forward with his suitcase, covered in wind and dust, sweating like rain, and went in the same direction as the cavalry.

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Long Qing pointed to the small courtyard next to the square, pointed to the pile of firewood in the broken wall, and looked at Ye Su and said: "I will pile up these firewood overnight, please come up."

What are you going to do? Naturally, it is not looking at the scenery. Although the pyre is higher than the ground and farther, but standing there, the scenery in your eyes must be red, perhaps blood or flames.

Ye Su glanced at him without saying anything. Lower your head and continue writing, saying: "Wait when I finish writing this paragraph."

Long Qing has no impatient look on his face, because he does not need patience, he walks forward, if he waits a little longer, or this will become a legendary story in the history of religion. But he doesn't care about destroying this beauty.

Jiangaku disciple's sword greeted him.

He waved his hand, the spades were in full bloom, and the sword formation was in chaos.

At this moment, Ye Su stopped writing and looked up and said, "I'm finished."

What he wrote was not notes, nor was it Protestant teachings. But travel notes.

It’s not the travel notes of fleeing among the countries these days, but the travel notes of many years ago when he saw the black line on the wasteland and went to the countries to investigate the life and death pass, and the last one is Chang'an City written a few years ago.

In that Chang'an city, there is a small Taoist temple in which he has lived for a long time. He built a house for the neighbourhood, saved money for the Taoist chief, he had argued with the masters of the college, and he had negotiated prices with the vendors.

More years ago, the experience of traveling through various countries has really blossomed in Chang'an. The so-called investigation of life and death has real meaning. He has gained a lot and those gains. Following Jun Mo's sword in front of Qingxia. Formally broke out of the shell, and gradually took shape as the smell of sewage in the back alley in Linkang gradually faded.

This is the formation of the Protestant doctrine. It is simple to sum up, but it is actually complicated. The Protestant doctrine is based on the Xiling Church. Incorporating the idea of ​​academy, it is ultimately determined by Ye Su’s current pen and ink. There is no voluminous writings and no explanation. It is Ye Su himself, who only had time to write a few volumes of doctrine, and there was no time for this work, so he The last time was used to write this travel note.

This travel note has a total of 5,041 words. It only narrates but does not comment, only writes what you see and hears without reason, only compassion and self-improvement, not begging and yearning for the afterlife. It is simple and not simple.

This travel note only talks about one thing throughout: being alive.

What exactly is faith? What is the meaning of believers' faith? That is something that the doctrine needs to explain. That is the work of the followers. What Ye Su wants to say is to live.

How to live, why to live, and how to live happily. This travel blog does not give any answers. It only points out a way through the description of the life in the market and the nostalgia for those sufferings and happiness.

To live well, you must have faith-faith in yourself.

Your own belongs to yourself, the temple belongs to the temple, the world belongs to the world, and the Haotian belongs to Haotian.

This is what Ye Su wants to tell the believers, or the way.

At this time, he finally finished writing this travel note, put the pen on the case, and then blew a few breaths at the wet ink on the paper, spread it out to dry, just facing the morning sky, just to show it to the sky.

He wants God to take a look at this travel log. He wants God to take a look at the real world recorded in the travel log. He wants God to understand what the world wants and what it doesn't want.

Long Qing stopped and looked at the papers on the case, vaguely disturbed.

Ye Su stood up and said to the people: "We ourselves are the road, the truth and the life. If we walk along with ourselves, we will surely walk out of the dark valley and get the greatest joy."

He said this sentence yesterday, when the snow was swift and the sky was falling, and it happened to fall on his body. He was plated with a gold edge and snowflakes dotted it, like a **** and holy.

Today, after he finished writing his travel notes, he said this sentence again. There was no snow falling, the clouds in the sky had disappeared, and the sky was blue, but the morning light suddenly rose, and his figure was very clear.

It is no longer just plated with a layer of golden light. Looking from the eyes of the believers on the square, he is in the morning light, with his back facing the bright red sun, exuding luster, he is the morning light that represents hope.

The tree beside the broken wall of the small courtyard was previously shattered by the impact of Tang Xiaotang and Long Qing, leaving only a half-foot-high stump on the ground. At this time, the morning light leaked by Ye Su's side actually gave birth to The new branches and leaves, the tender green branches and leaves trembling gently in the morning breeze, looked very delicate, but they had unlimited vitality.

Starting from the last stroke falling, or from the travel notes spread out for the blue sky to see, or from the sound of the loud books in the back alleys, maybe even as early as the Taoist Temple in Chang'an, Ye Su and him The Protestantism that was created later, representing a certain part of mankind, began to fight for rights with the sky, or to ask Haotian to recover the rights that originally belonged to mankind, and history began to be rewritten from that moment.

The morning light is bright, the blue sky and white clouds, and the cold wind and snow do not know where to go. The morning sun embraces his body and shines on the whole world. It looks like a miracle, but it is not, because this magical scene and Hao Heaven has nothing to do, but the natural blend of heaven and earth with an ordinary person is his own brilliance.

The believers who were frightened by the bloodshed and fleeing around watched this scene and gathered again, ignoring the intimidation of the priests, deacons and cavalry, rushing to the front, wanting to get closer to Ye Su.

The morning sun is shining on the world, Ye Su's body is like a transparent Liuliu, carrying sunlight, and then spreading it to the world. The light travels far away, illuminating the streets in the distance.

The ordinary people who have just woke up or stayed up all night, those pedestrians hiding under the eaves of the street by the **** cavalry, all saw the light in the square and saw the person in the morning sun. People were shocked. Feeling a little confused, he moved his steps subconsciously and walked over there. The flow of people was gradually converging into the ocean.

Thousands of people already in the square were originally Protestant believers. They felt deeper and more shocked by this picture. Looking at Ye Su in the Chaoyang, the believers bowed in silence, expressing their respect and love.

Ye Su stood in front of Chaoyang with his back to the light, watching Long Qing and the priests and deacons in front of him, as well as thousands of Protestant believers on the square, and said something like this.

His voice is calm, not deliberately fanatical, and his mood is also very calm, not the same as those famous orators or saints in religious history, but what he says seems to have a certain magical power, every word Every sentence floats with the morning breeze, reflects the morning light and bright, like an unshakable prophecy.

Long Qing didn't stop him from speaking, because he also wanted to know what Ye Su would say and what he wanted to predict at this moment. The believers listened very seriously and attentively.

"When eternal night comes, the sun's brilliance will be obscured, and the sky and the earth will be plunged into darkness. People will rejoice for it, because that is the real life."

Ye Su's voice floats in the quiet square, like the sound of cicadas in the forest, the sound of frogs in the pond, the sound of wind between the cliffs, and the sound of waterfalls in autumn, making the world quieter.

In a quiet world, people are listening attentively, just like hearing the instructions of a saint, and then they start to think, even Long Qing keeps their heads down, not knowing what they are thinking.

If this is a prophecy, this prophecy...what does it prophesy?

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