Haotian is the highest and only faith in this world.
Countless believers in the world devoutly worship the Taoist temples that are spread all over the world with their spirit and money. The temple located in Taoshan Mountain in Xiling is the highest center that influences and even controls these Taoist temples and secular imperial power.
The Xiling Temple is led by the sect master, and the affairs of the Taoist sect are specifically managed by three great priests. These three great priests have extremely strong authority, great majesty and extremely high status, so they are called the God's throne.
The three thrones are the Great Priest of Heavenly Yu, the Great Priest of Judgment, and the Great Priest of Light.
Among them, the ruling of the great priest ruler was the heresy and arresting the remnants of the Demon Sect. There were countless strong men under his command, the most powerful force, and the greatest power was revealed. The great priest of the Heavenly Emperor understands Haotian's will, compiles classics, and uses seven-part calligraphy to remotely control the Taoist temples in the world, which has a great influence in the secular world.
The Great Master of Light is the most special existence among the three gods. He has no specific distribution of Taoist affairs, but he has the power to touch all Taoist affairs, because anyone who can become the Great Master of Light must be the most proficient in the doctrine within the temple. The most firm faith and the most complex person to feel the dark shadows in the world.
Looking back thousands of years ago, the great priest of Light brought a book of heaven to the wasteland to preach. It can be said that it carries the most difficult and important historical mission of the Haotian Dao Sect, so you can imagine his status. The great priest of light gave up the self-created sect of Haotian God's Religion for some reason, and created a Demon Sect in the world, and fought against the Haotian Dao Sect until today. Even though he was severely suppressed and killed by the Xiling Temple, he still died without being frozen. From this we can imagine his power.
The Xiling Temple has served as the Great Master of Light, all of which are such amazing figures. Therefore, although there is no ranking within the temple, the Great Master of Light is undoubtedly the leader of the three gods, only under the commander.
Over the years, there have been occasional edicts issued in the world under the name of the Three Gods of Xiling. However, no one outside Taoshan knew that the great priest of Guangming, who was respectful in status, was imprisoned by the temple, at the back of Taoshan, and was gloomy all year round. In the secret pavilion of the pass, one prisoner lasted for fourteen years.
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The middle-aged priest kneeling in front of the wooden fence could not suppress the excitement in his heart. Over the years, he was the only one in the world who could often see the old man behind the wooden fence, but every time he was as excited as when he first saw the old man.
Now he is the most trusted subordinate of the ruling priest. Even the two masters, Ye Hongyu and Prince Longqing, would not underestimate him. However, no matter how high the status becomes, as long as you walk into the dark Gu Pavilion and come to In front of the wooden fence, he felt as if he was still the young man who had just arrived in Taoshan from the Song Dynasty Taoist Temple in the East China Sea, and the old man behind the fence was the bright priest who had a high status and was loved by the church.
The middle-aged priest believed in Haotian and yearned for light. He was willing and only willing to give all his love and respect to the old man who guided him onto the road of light, and even burned his life and soul for it.
The old man looked at the middle-aged priest calmly. The wrinkles on his face were as dense as the wood grains on the fence, and the expression on his face was extremely gentle. There was no trace of the wisdom and majesty of the great priest of the light back then.
The middle-aged priest touched the ground with his forehead and said softly, "The priest of ruling asks, so I'll take a look at you."
The old man said, "If you don't come to see me, I want to see you too."
The middle-aged priest was shocked and his voice trembled slightly, "Divine Host, what did you see?"
The old man turned slowly and looked out from the tiny hole in the room with glass. Outside the hole was dark and there was no sunlight, but he knew that it was north.
The old man's deep sleep in his eye socket gradually dissipated, and his black pupils suddenly enlarged, occupying the entire eyeball, looking like a transparent black jade without any trace of dust.
"I saw the shadow of the night appearing in Chang'an City."
Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged priest kneeling outside the wooden fence trembled.
The Great Priest of Light, who had been imprisoned for many years, is still the Great Priest of Light. Every word he said naturally makes sense. For the middle-aged priest, there is almost no difference between it and Haotian's will.
The great priest of Light does not have the ability to predict the movement of all things in the world. It is the heavenly gift of the throne of the Heavenly Yu, but as the purest and firm heart of Tao, the priest of light is filled with blood in every hair, he has a very special kind of Ability to see the true darkness in the world.
Many years ago, he saw the shadow of the night floating from the wasteland to the Tang Empire. It was because of this that the Xiling Temple did so much in the powerful empire in the north at all costs.
However, what is strange is that it was in that matter that he, who has a high status inside the temple, was instantly knocked out of dust. Facing the anger of the head master, especially the gaze of the Taoist in Qingyi, his powerful wisdom is as strong as him, and he is also fundamentally wise. He could not make any response and resist, so he became a prisoner unknown to anyone in the back foot of Taoshan Mountain.
The middle-aged priest asked for instructions in a trembling voice: "This matter should be reported to the throne of the gods, no, the head sect."
The old man looked at him with a smile and shook his head, saying, "This temple..."
Accompanied by the faint sigh, the dust on the fence flew.
"And the view behind the palace... has become decaying and decaying."
The great priest of Guangming, who had been imprisoned for no reason for many years, was qualified to make cold accusations against the temple and even the Taoist temple. However, although the middle-aged priest respected him, he did not dare to reply and reconcile. He raised his head, couldn't hide his excitement after a moment of confusion, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you... going to leave?"
The old man looked at him quietly, his deep eye sockets had already returned to the past. The holy glory made his eyes look indifferent and empty. His dry lips trembled slightly, and he said without any emotion: "You will die, many people will die." ."
"There are many people in the temple, like me, who are willing to give their lives."
The middle-aged priest said firmly without hesitation: "For the sake of light, come to the earth."
Siren was imprisoned for fourteen years, and because of the night in his eyes, he finally decided to escape from the temple. The old man quietly looked at the middle-aged priest kneeling outside the fence, as if he saw the young Taoist priest who looked full of awe and admiration many years ago. The wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper, and the wrinkles were filled with compassion and compassion. breath.
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One night.
The old man stood up and walked to the row of seemingly loose and low wooden fences. He looked at the fence quietly, watching it for a long time, as he had been with him for five thousand days and nights, and then said something.
"My heart is not a cage, how can the cage stop me? I say that my heart is bright, how can the light stop me?"
After saying this, the old man reached out and pushed the wooden fence, his movements were usually casual, as if he was not getting out of his years of trouble, but just wanted to leave the home and push open the wooden door at home that would make a squeak.
The old fingers touched the wooden fence, which silently broke into powder, turned into countless particles of shining dust and drifted everywhere, and then drilled out of the tiny stone cave like a group of fireflies.
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The judging priest, who was sitting quietly on the Black Jade God's throne in the South China Sea with his hands supporting his jaw, suddenly became stiff.
Two extremely tiny spots of light suddenly appeared in his majestic and deep eyes.
A puff! Thick blood spurted out from his lips and poured onto the crimson robe.
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The fireflies drilled out of the tiny cave and entered the night fog, as if oil was pouring into the fire, igniting everything around them, especially the tiny particles in the haze.
The dark valley that never sees light suddenly burns.
This kind of combustion has no temperature, no power of destruction, only brightness.
The burning mountain fog instantly spread upwards, spreading to the southern foot of Taoshan Mountain and between the numerous Taoist halls.
In the deep dark night, the entire Taoshan Mountain was burning.
Especially the temple of light, where the songs echo, compassion and solemnity, shining brightly.
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There are pure white temples at the highest point of Taoshan.
A thunderous roar rang out from the temple.
Accompanied by the roar of thunder, the invisible flames in the peach mountain gradually faded away.
The roar in the highest temple gradually became lower.
The ending sound is long and the ending sound is quiet.
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There is an island in the far southeast.
The storm in this ocean is even more terrifying than the storm sea, and no fishing boat or merchant ship has ever been there.
There have never been human footprints on this island before.
A thin Taoist in Qingyi stood on the high reef.
The terrifying waves kept beating the bottom of the reef, sounded like thunder and the island rocks were trembling, but he seemed to be ignorant of nothing.
Taoist Qingyi looked quietly at the depths of the ocean, watching the hot mist evaporated by the melting slurry of the undersea volcano.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and looked back at the distant and invisible land.
After a long time, the Taoist Qingyi sighed and shook his head.
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That night, fourteen priests were transformed into ashes in the light of Taoshan.
That night, a total of 300 people in the Temple of Light were executed.
That night, the great priest of Light, who had been imprisoned for fourteen years, successfully escaped from the Xiling Temple.
He was the first prisoner in history to be able to leave Youge Pavilion at the back of Taoshan Mountain alive.
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In the wilderness in winter, the warmest time is the time. The red sunset hanging obliquely in the distance of the long grass exudes the last light of the day. Although it cannot melt the snow, it can add some rosy to the travelers' cheeks.
The sound of arrows sounded in the wasteland and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The people in the camp heard the Tmall girl coming from afar and shouted in surprise: "Senior Brother, your archery technique is so good!"
Someone went to clean up the prey, Ning Que fed the big dark horse and was about to rest for a while. When he passed by the carriage, he found Mo Shanshan was by the car window, concentrating on writing in the last afterglow.
"Beware of your eyes being broken."
He stood by the car window and said kindly.
Mo Shanshan looked up at him, his eyes cold, as if he was the air.
It has been a few days since I entered the wasteland, but Ning Que found that this girl was so proud that she never looked at her with her eyes. She was inevitably a little unhappy. She thought that she didn't even care about the pride of the Tang Dynasty princess, so how could she be defeated by you?
So he was too lazy to look at her directly, leaning against the window and watching her write. His eyes did not fall on the paper, but on her face. He found that his slightly round face was full of concentration and forgetfulness. .
It is the most beautiful when you are serious, and Ning Que agrees with this statement. Once he picked up the pen, he often forgot everything around him, so when he saw the girl concentrate on writing calligraphy, his impression would inevitably improve.
"I can't tell that you are still a guy who is obsessed with books. Their writing styles are quite similar to mine."
The boys in the Great River Country were doing physical work, responsible for setting up tents and nailing wooden stakes, while female disciples such as Zhuo Zhihua were piled up firewood to cook. Listening to Ning Que's comments, he laughed for some reason.
They covered their mouths and smiled, looking at Ning Que, but laughed without saying why.
Ning Que was a little embarrassed. In order to cover up this embarrassment, he looked up at the sky and found a few stars like rice grains appearing on the edge of the wasteland, looking at the sunset the next day, subconsciously sighing: "There is still no moon."
In the car window, Mo Shanshan put his pen on the inkstone, looked at his gaze, and asked dumbly, "What nonsense?"
Ning Que was slightly stunned, remembered something, and his smile gradually floated on his cheeks.
Mo Shanshan looked at his side through the car window. The breeze on the wasteland blew his hair, and a cute dimples appeared between the hair. She suddenly realized that this guy's smile was so sincere. sincere.
Suddenly, Ning Que's palm hit the car window, his body swept up, and disappeared like that.
A soft sound rang out from the top of the carriage, and Mo Shanshan looked up and couldn't understand what he meant.
In the wind in the wasteland, Ning Que stood at the top of the carriage, looking at the smoke and dust gradually rising under the setting sun in the distance, his brows gradually frowned, and he reached his hand into his lips and blew a sharp whistle.
The campsite suddenly became quiet and the war horses began to stir.
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Accompanied by the setting sun, Sangsang ate fried egg noodles with delicious taste alone.
There was not a single green onion in the noodles because she didn't like to eat green onion. The reason she put green onion in the past was because someone liked it.
She was soaking Chen Jinji's makeup alone in front of the mirror, and no one was always laughing at her.
She slept alone, rolling from left to right from right to left, and the bed seemed much bigger.
On the bed, she kicked her legs whenever she wanted to kick, and she stretched her arms when she wanted to stretch her arms, and she no longer worried about kicking whoever she was hitting and hurting whoever she was hitting.
Life alone in Chang'an City is very comfortable and uncomfortable.
Sangsang lay on the bed, looking at the tree outside the window, looking at the stars in the leaves, thinking in his mind why there is still no moon? What exactly is the moon that the young master talks about? Where is the young master at this time?
Maybe because the bed suddenly became bigger, she was a little uncomfortable. Sangsang didn't sleep well all night like a few days ago, and she kept going until dawn. She got up while yawning and rubbing her little face, and pushed the door to the entrance of the alley. I bought a bowl of sour and sour noodle soup and sat on the threshold of Lao Bizhai.
In the bright light of the morning, she ate alone without any taste.
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Yangguan, the southernmost part of the Tang Empire, was noisy, and countless caravans were waiting to enter.
There was an ordinary carriage lined up in a regular line.
There was an old man with deep hair in the carriage closing his eyes to rest.
He opened his eyes and looked at the distant city of Chang'an to the north, with a gentle and majestic light in his eyes.
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(Modified one of the minor errors)