Nightfall Chapter 1: The story of spring (part one)
For the country, the chronology is like everyone’s name. It is not necessarily loud, but it must have. Therefore, all countries in the world have their own chronology, which can be remembered by the people and can be used in daily life. There have been only two years of effective use since thousands of years.
Time passed, and it came to the 16th year of Datang Tianqi, which is the 3447 year of Xiling Dazhi. In the spring of that year, many stories happened.
Dao Chi Ye Hongyu, after leaving Xiling Temple for a full year, finally returned. Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, she killed Chen Bachi, and then walked into the black ruling temple.
The moment she stepped into the temple, a majestic voice sounded from the depths of the temple. The huge sound hit the wall made of black boulders, shattered into countless fragments and piercing, like sharp steel needles. , Came to her in an instant and enveloped her body.
"You are the first person to rebel against the temple and dare to return. Are you here to receive punishment?"
The majestic voice like ten thousand steel needles pierced the eardrum, Ye Hongyu frowned slightly, but did not respond, just looked into the depths of the temple indifferently.
There is a dazzling bead curtain deep in the temple. Behind the bead curtain, you can vaguely see the huge **** black jade **** seat, and you can see the majestic sea-like figure on the **** seat.
As in the past years, the voice that rang from the Mo Jade God's Throne agitated the cold divine might, overlooking all the contempt in the world, and even today there was some mockery.
Ye Hongyu’s beliefs are extremely pious and truly pious, so she doesn’t think that leaving Xiling Temple represents betrayal at all, but she doesn’t want to make any excuses for the voice behind the curtain at this time, she just wants to leave now Before reaching the bead curtain, finish what you are going to do.
She thought so, so she did.
She walked quietly to the Temple of Judgment, the cyan robes floated slowly on the black smooth ground, like a green leaf walking in the dark night, unremarkable but very eye-catching.
A priest from the Adjudication Division stood by the stone pillar, watching her sternly shouted: "Presumptuous!"
Another priest of the Judgment Division shouted angrily: "Laughter!"
More priests rushed out, and the red religious robe surged like blood on the broad black ground. However, they gathered into a lake of blood, and the furious and cold shouts kept sounding: "Laughter!"
The thunderous yelling did not change Ye Hongyu's expression at all. She was still so calm and indifferent, and the distance of each step was exactly the same.
Ye Hongyu's belief in Haotian is impeccable, but she is not one of those foolish believers who burst into tears at the sight of the temple, except Haotian can give her respect, nothing else. So at the beginning, facing the pressure of the headmaster and the adjudication of the **** seat, she did not choose to give in, but resolutely left Xiling Temple, not hesitating to bear the charge of Taoist traitor, so she will return to Xiling Temple today and walk towards the bead curtain.
She was originally a very presumptuous person, she did very presumptuous things, so these red priests in the black temple scolded her to be presumptuous, how could she be moved?
She walked deep into the temple.
The ruling secretary clergyman wearing a blood **** robe was extremely angry, trembling with anger, and his face flushed. However, it was strange that no one dared to stop in front of her and dared to attack her.
Ye Hongyu walked into the crowd of priests, and the priests retreated with a look of horror, leaving a passage, as if a green leaf fell into a **** lake of blood, the lake retreated to the shore, and did not dare to touch it. Piece of green leaf.
Finally, she walked from outside the temple to the bead curtain.
She stopped and looked calmly, only to see the great priest Moyu sitting behind the curtain, supporting her jaw with her hand, as if she was thinking about some complicated issue.
Ye Hongyu bowed her head and saluted, with a calm and calm expression, just like the scene when she came to the temple every time she met with the ruling **** seat behind the curtain before going to the wasteland.
Salute represents respect, and bowing represents obedience.
The ruling priest raised his head slightly, his cold and powerful gaze fell on her body through the bead curtain, and said flatly and without question: "Kneel down."
This voice was not very loud, but it made the red-robed priests who were trapped in a panic awake and understood many things. The anger and dissatisfaction caused by being despised and provoked suddenly overwhelmed the previous years. The name Chi is left to their Jiwei.
Even if you have a chance to repeat your strength, even if you are still the terrible Daoist of the past, but here is the temple of ruling, behind the bead curtain is the invincible seat of ruling, what else can you do besides kneeling?
They raised their arms, pointed at Ye Hongyu, whose head was bowed in front of the bead curtain, and shouted in unison: "Kneel down!"
"Kneel down!"
"Kneel down!"
These voices, either angry or excited, or cold or cruel, gradually converge and become extremely neat, resounding like thunder in the secluded black temple.
When Ye Hongyu was still a idiot, he never knelt before a bead curtain, even if behind the curtain was the Judging God seat. Later, when she was not idiot, she once knelt down in front of the bead curtain. That kneeling was the pressure and infinite humiliation deliberately imposed on her by the ruling temple. From that day on, she vowed that unless she could gain the strength not to kneel again, she would never step into the ruling temple again.
She walked into the ruling temple today, so of course she won't kneel down again.
"I only kneel who is worthy of my kneeling." Ye Hongyu said.
Behind the curtain, the ruling priest slowly sat upright and said indifferently: "For example?"
Ye Hongyu said: "For example, Haotian, such as watching the master, such as sect master, such as the oracle gods, such as the lotus gods, but in these examples, there is no gods your name."
The ruling priest said in a cold voice: "You dare to compare this seat with the demon of Hasou!"
Ye Hongyu said: "You are not as good as a dry lotus in the lotus seat. You should not be compared with him."
The ruling priest suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of violent and cruel meaning: "Don't think that the heaven is protecting you, don't think that you have a brother, I really dare not kill you! Don't Forget this is the ruling temple, we have special rules given by Haotian!"
Ye Hongyu raised his head and said with an indifferent expression: "The anger of the ruling should be turned into the sacred fire of Haotian, but the anger of the gods can only be turned into laughter, which is really ridiculous."
There was a soft sound from behind the curtain, because as Ye Hongyu raised his head, the ruling priest found something very unexpected and interesting, so he decided to let her survive.
"Unexpectedly, you have not only restored the realm, but even succeeded in breaking the realm. It is indeed beyond my expectation. You know the rules of the ruling temple. Then come back and become the seat of the seat."
………… The ruling temple acts on behalf of Haotian to punish the world, and pursues unusually realistic and cold rules. The strong represents everything. The weak should be bullied. Regardless of power or rank, it is only related to strength. , If you are no longer powerful, then you are no longer eligible to have a position of power, and should not even live anymore, if you become powerful again, then you can regain a position of power.
Ye Hongyu was forced to fall out of trouble on the wasteland, her strength was severely damaged, and there was no hope of recovery. So she saw the coldness and endured a lot of humiliation. Now she has recovered and even has a stronger strength, then She has the qualification to no longer be humiliated, but are the things that have been erased by the ruling priest in this way, as if they had never happened?
For people outside the ruling temple, this is unimaginable, but for those in the ruling temple, this is a matter of course. Those priests in red robes listen to the order of the ruling seat , Quickly stopped berating Ye Hongyu, and calmly retreated to the side.
In the eyes of the priests of the ruling temple, what Ye Hongyu asked for was nothing more than the words of the gods.
The great priest of the Xiling Temple is known as under the sky, above the **** seat, and his position is extremely respected. Even the headmaster can't ask at will, how can he apologize to mortals? The ruling priest agreed to Ye Hongyu's return to the temple and let her continue to serve as the ruling secretary's seat, which was tolerant enough.
The Temple of Ruling has never been a tolerant place.
Ye Hongyu is not a tolerant person either.
She smiled slightly after hearing the words of the ruling priest.
At the moment when the beautiful face showed a smile, many pictures appeared in front of Ye Hongyu's eyes.
On the Yanming Lake in the wind and snow, under that powerful iron gun, Ning Que inconceivably drew out the Pudao, but using the sword as a sword, of course, he pierced Xiahou's abdomen unstoppably.
In the stone house of Xiling Temple, under the dim light, she tore open the envelope and took out the letter paper. The clumsy sword on the paper turned into a turbulent river.
In the Skeleton Mountain, the thin, ghostly Lotus God Seat, clutching his shoulders tightly, lowered his head calmly and compassionately, and tore a piece of flesh from his shoulder.
At the bottom of Daming Lake, countless angular stones blocked the way. She lowered her body and wiped off the blue marks on a stone, and saw the two sword marks left by Mr. Ke at the Academy.
Countless pictures flashed quickly in front of Ye Hongyu's eyes.
The two sword marks finally merged into one, falling on the yellow paper, on the snow lake, in her eyes, in her heart, and into the scabbard on her waist.
Yeh Hongyu drew his sword out of its sheath.
This is the sword.
Then she pierced the bead curtain with a sword.
Stab at the ruling priest.
…………The black ruling temple, shrouded in the clear and beautiful light of the deep spring, is extremely solemn, and at this moment, countless dust rushes out of the temple, rushing towards the cliff along the stone steps.
In the white temple at the highest point, a thunder sounded, as if the **** of heaven was also shocked and confused.
In another temple, the great priest sighed slightly.
In the ruling temple, the red-robed priests fell to the ground.
The bead curtain is completely broken.
Ye Hongyu stood behind the bead curtain and before the **** seat.
Her right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, her pale face looking extremely indifferent.
She drew the sword from the chest of the chief judge.
Countless blood spattered from the terrifying wound on the chest of the ruling priest, instantly drenching the blood-colored robe, and dyeing the green robes on Ye Hongyu's body.
The ruling priest frowned tightly, looked at Jian Chuang on his chest, and said: "It makes no sense."
Ye Hongyu looked at him and said: "You said that this is the rule that Haotian gave us, so as long as I have the ability to kill you, I will dare to kill you."
The ruling priest raised his hand in pain and rage, and died.
Ye Hongyu pulled him off the **** seat, and then sat on it by himself.
Before ascending the **** seat, her foot needs to step on the body of the ruling priest.
From now on, she will be the ruling priest.
The Moyu God Seat is huge, like a sea of blood.
The cyan robes on her body are all dyed red, sitting on the **** seat, like a very inconspicuous drop of blood in this sea of blood, but it is the strongest and coldest drop.
(To be continued)