Nightfall Chapter 45: The wind is blowing

The middle-aged Taoist's face was a little pale, no matter the spring rain or autumn wind, he couldn't touch the moist and quiet Taoist heart, and suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and even showed signs of collapse.

The words he heard, the hidden meaning behind the words, the thoughts and thoughts of the master, were too cold and terrifying for the Taoist followers.

It is said that the great priest of Guangming is the person closest to Haotian, but he knows that since a thousand years ago, the person closest to Haotian in the world is the subject, and has always been the subject.

And when Haotian came to the world a few years ago, when the Lord met her, that kind of closeness fell from the theological sense to the real place, not seeing but meeting, so naturally there was no distance.

Because of seeing, so afraid? No, after seeing it, I no longer fear, I dare to think about killing, killing and seizing. Compared with Liansheng’s aspirations, the ideals of the academy, and even Haotian’s own thoughts, there will be some waiting. , Ning Que's problem is even more ridiculous.

The middle-aged Taoist will not question his judgment. He looks at the remnant snow in the cliff and feels the cold wind blowing on his face. Suddenly he feels a little sad, because he will see the destruction of a complete old world, and that old world is He once wholeheartedly worshipped and guarded, what he cared about.

"Really...Is there no other way?"

"The flames of Protestantism burned the entire world. The old Taoist gates and old temples will all become sacrifices for the new people in this fire. Even if the Master loses, the Academy and Tang Dynasty are destroyed, the Taoist gates cannot Change this ending, but why bother to be sentimental and painful? It's just a Nirvana and should be celebrated with joy."

"Does the Nirvana that the Buddha said will fall in this winter?"

"The monk is looking after himself, how can he care about the whole world?"

"Next. What should I do?"

"The one who determines the fate of the world was in the sky..."

The watcher's gaze turned from the night sky to the snowy world under the mountain, and after watching it for a while, he continued, "I am in the world now, so of course we must find her first."

Ning Que asked him to care more about things in the world. In fact, he has always cared, more than anyone else. He should be in the sky, but now in the world, how can he not care?

After saying this, the viewer stopped speaking and looked at the wind and snow outside the cliff. Looking at the village and fields beyond the wind and snow. Looking at the moonlight that the wind and snow couldn't stop, smiled silently.

On the curtain of the night, the clouds are fast in the east, sometimes in the west. Although it keeps spreading snow. But it failed to cover everything. Moonlight enveloped the whole world.

The wind on the cliff rolled up snowflakes and danced with the moonlight. As the night darkened, it became colder. The subject sits in the chair for a long time, but the spirit is still very good.

Several years ago, in the battle of Chang'an, he was seriously injured by the masters of the academy with the help of the shocking array. Later, he met Sangsang and was punished by Haotian, thus becoming a disabled elderly man who was abandoned in the snow-capped mountains. Logically speaking, it was extremely difficult for him to endure such a cold night, but he just sat quietly without coughing, his face was not pale, even two blushes, his expression was always so calm.

His eyes are full of longing for the beautiful scenery on earth, curiosity about the moonlight and snowflakes, and the sky where the moonlight and snowflakes are spreading, pure and innocent like a child.

Hengmu and Ah Da, the gods left by Haotian to the world, often have innocent expressions on their faces, but that innocence comes from a sense of alienation from the world and their own age.

The master’s innocence is different. He quietly looks at the world and thinks about the world. He seems to be ignorant and omniscient. Some are dull but not disgusting. Some are cute but not disgusting. He is different from Hengmu and the others, and he is different from his previous self. He is more calm, like a cloud floating out of the mountain without intention, clean and pure and amazing.

When he entered Chang'an, he walked in the wind and fluttered like an immortal. In the eyes of the Li people, he seemed to be a real immortal. After being disabled, he became a real mortal. From immortal to mortal, then he is a real person.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him in the chair, feeling the innocent breath, vaguely understood something, and was very emotional. It turned out that above the quiet, there is especially the world.

The viewer suddenly moved, leaving his hands from his knees, and slowly falling onto the armrests of the wheelchair. There was residual snow under his palms. The heat gradually melted into a spring spring, and his expression was as pleasant as a spring spring.

The middle-aged Taoist was speechless, because he was shocked, because the conjecture became a reality, and the conjecture that excited him seemed to come true soon.

The middle-aged Taoist's hands on the wheelchair trembled.

At the beginning, the master's game was broken by the academy, and his people were hurt by Chang'an, but it was Haotian's means that really turned him into a mortal. What does this change mean now?

The master stood up and got out of the wheelchair.

It's like that action that humans did countless thousands of years ago.

Snowflakes mixed with moonlight, slowly falling on the cliff, the cold wind kept blowing, and the cyan robes on the body of the watcher kept fluttering, but they did not disturb his gray hair on the temples.

"Look, it really looks like a dog."

The watcher said while looking at the night sky.

The middle-aged Taoist doesn't understand the meaning of this sentence, let alone knowing that twenty years ago the Master raised his glass to the sky at the back of the college and said something that was not similar but actually meant the same thing.

After saying this, the master held his hands back and walked down the cliff in the wind and snow. His shirt was fluttering, the wind and snow were like anger, and the night was deep. He left Taoshan and disappeared.

Looking at the footprints left by the master on Yaxue, the middle-aged Taoist was silent, and the Siren had floated down Taoshan, leaving him only a back figure and awe.

I don't know how long it took. He woke up, looked at the wheelchair still supported, smiled, pushed the empty wheelchair to the cliff, and pushed his arms down.

The cliffs are extremely high, and the falling snow makes noise. Naturally, the sound of the wheelchair falling to the ground can't be heard here, and the observer who walks to the world does not know when he will return to Taoshan.

The middle-aged Taoist expression quickly returned to calm, because he was a real powerhouse in Taoism, and also because he had absolute confidence in the master-Taoism has existed in the world for countless years, and I don’t know how many great people have appeared. How much wisdom mankind has dedicated, for thousands of years, the brilliance of the world seems to have been concentrated on the master and the academy, but after all, the Dao Sect is the Dao Sect, after all, the subject is the subject.

The middle-aged Taoist left Yaping and went to the Temple of Heavenly Oracle.

No one knows what he said to ** Hai in the temple, but then, ** Hai silently followed him to the ruling temple, and by then, the headmaster had arrived first.

Looking at the woman in the ruling robe on the terrace, he showed admiring eyes. She walked to the Mo Jade God Seat in the moonlight, blooming like blood.

He has always admired her very much. When he was very young in Guanli, he liked her very much. It is a pity that he is going to kill her today. The Lord has decided the life and death of her and her brother.

"Please give me a real explanation."

"Sorry, I can't say."

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(There were some problems when logging in. I have to go out tomorrow and go to the village for a walk, so I don’t have time to write, so there is no update. I wish you all have fun and drink less.) (To be continued...)