I have a role in the heavens

After Zhao Wuhao said this, he left here and returned to the academy with Chen Pipi, who was not yet full.

The skinny old man sat quietly at the dining table, his head lowered and his hair hanging down. The shadow blocked his face, and his expression could not be seen. Only a rather emotional voice echoed in the room.

"If you are so domineering, you are such a domineering person!"

"As expected, the people in the academy have the same character as the Master, and they don't tolerate others' misbehavior!"

Time passed by, and many days passed. Wei Guangming seemed to feel something, and he continued to speed up the teaching of Sangsang's magical skills, as if he was running out of time.

On this day, the skinny old man finally decided on one thing and was preparing to leave Chang'an City. With a bit of reluctance on his face, he said to the maid.

"I'm leaving!"

"The shadow of the night is no longer in Chang'an City. Now the academy has discovered me again, so I want to leave. Are you willing to follow me?"

The little maid lowered her head and remained silent. The old man was very kind to her. She could understand the hope in the old man's eyes and hoped that she would leave with him, but she could not leave because she had to wait for the young master to come back.

"I want to stay at home and wait for the young master to come back!"

Wei Guangming had already expected this answer, and he laughed. His smile was mixed with a bit of sadness and reluctance. These sadness and reluctance still could not shake the old man's determination to pursue the son of Hades, so it was a foregone conclusion that their master and apprentice would part ways.

"As for your young master, that idiot, who knows when he will come back, but I am curious, who dares to kidnap my apprentice's maid?"

Yan Se, an old Taoist priest, walked in with his head raised, his triangular eyes flashing with vulgarity and anger, the soles of his tattered shoes hitting the floor, and the wide robe full of grease and dirt carrying an unpleasant stench with the wind.

When the old Taoist priest Yan Se saw the bright priest who was wearing an ordinary cotton-padded jacket and stooped like an ordinary old man, the wretchedness in his triangular eyes immediately disappeared and turned into a flowing spring on the peak, clear and bright, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn. At the extreme, it seems like a storm is coming.

One is the most unfathomable light throne in the Xiling Temple for hundreds of years, the other is the Talisman Master who has traveled the furthest on the Talisman Path for hundreds of years, one is the traitor of the Haotian Dao Sect, and the other is the Haotian Dao Sect. Enshrined at the South Gate of Heavenly Dao, such a sudden and inexplicable encounter left both of them stunned.

Master Yan Se looked at the Great Priest of Guangming with a complicated expression on his face. They were old friends and knew each other very well. He sighed and said.

"I've been looking for you in Chang'an City for many days, but I didn't expect you to be here!"

"I know, so I avoided you for many days!"

Wei Guangming looked at this old friend. Instead of the joy of meeting an old friend, he only had a feeling of unpredictable fate. There was also a touch of emotion and sadness on his face.

"I don't want to meet you like this! I don't want to meet you here!"

"me too!"

Gradually, after two sentences, a long silence fell. The surrounding atmosphere became more and more depressing. A bad premonition rose in the little maid's heart. She looked at the two old men nervously, hoping that they could sit down calmly and drink. Serve a bowl of chicken soup that she stewed, and then happily part ways.

Master Yan Se gradually stopped sighing, looked at his old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years, and said calmly.

"But now that we have met, besides reminiscing about old times, there are always some things that must be done."

Wei Guangming also stood up, bowed to this old friend he hadn't seen for many years, and said calmly.

"please."

In Sangsang's desperate eyes, the two old men walked out of the small courtyard and disappeared before her eyes. She didn't even have time to stop them.

"Why are you so pedantic? The underworld is just a legend and has never appeared! Back then, you violated the orders of the headmaster and caused a bloody storm in Chang'an City. In the end, no son of Hades was found. How come you are still like this today? Persistence!”

In a cold, uninhabited street, the cold wind blew up the dust on the ground, contaminating the clean world. Master Yan Se looked at his old friend opposite him quietly and asked with some annoyance.

There was no anger or waves in Wei Guangming's eyes, only pure light, pure and calm, and he said lightly.

"In fact, both the temple owner and the head teacher believed what I saw with my eyes."

Master Yan Se stared at Wei Guangming's eyes, hoping to see a trace of regret in the eyes of the God of Light, but he was disappointed. There was only pure light in his eyes.

"So what? You were imprisoned in You Pavilion for fourteen years!"

Wei Guangming's eyes were extremely calm, without any resentment or disturbance, and he said extremely firmly.

"I am the light of the world. Those who follow me will be bathed in holy light. Those who question me will sink into the darkness of pain and will not be able to escape."

Master Yan Se saw that he was not getting enough, he waved his Taoist sleeves angrily and shouted:

"Then tell me where the shadow you saw in the night is! Where is the son of Pluto! Who do you want to kill when you come to Chang'an!"

Wei Guangming shook his head slightly, his face was very calm, he looked up at the bright sun in the sky, and said softly.

"I don't know either."

Upon hearing this answer, Master Yan Se was stunned. A bitter smile appeared on his face, and his eyes were a bit sad. He looked at Wei Guangming and said that he was not worth it.

"Just for the sake of a son of Pluto who you don't even know who he is, whether he is a real person or not. The great priest of light who was as transparent as glass and as sincere and shining as a bright lamp did not hesitate to become a big devil with blood-stained hands. Being imprisoned in Youge for fourteen years has made countless people feel sad, don't you regret it at all?"

Wei Guangming was silent for a long time, and occasionally a trace of introspection confusion flashed across his old face. Then those confusions quickly turned into calmness, and he still spoke firmly.

"But the problem is, I know he exists!"

Master Yan Se frowned at Wei Guangming, angry at his stubbornness, and asked sternly.

"Then tell me, who is he?!"

Wei Guangming looked at the dark night gradually covering the streets, shook his head again, and said indifferently.

"Since he is the son of Pluto, he naturally hides it very deeply. It is even possible that he does not know his true identity to this day. If you ask me who he is, I can't give you the answer now. But since I could see it back then If he is in Chang'an City, he must exist, whether he escapes from the general's mansion or survives by chance among the corpses in Yanjing Village, he is who he is."

Since dusk began to fall, many people came outside this street and alley, surrounding this cold and lifeless alley. Neither the Xiling Temple nor the Tang Empire allowed the skinny old man to leave peacefully.

General Huaihua, wearing a solemn and iron-blooded look, came on behalf of the imperial military. The imperial censor, who was dressed in iron and steel, came on behalf of the civil servants of the court, and the national counselor Li Qingshan, who looked slightly pale and haggard, also came.

Representatives of all the forces in the Tang Dynasty gathered here just for one purpose, for the stooped old man in the alley, for the bloody storm that the old man caused in Chang'an City and Yanjing, and for the people who have been buried. The case of General Xuanwei's rebellion deep in the pile of yellow paper.

For more than ten years, the empire has not delved into that matter, because the matter was too far-reaching and involved too much. It was related to His Royal Highness the Prince and General Xiahou, and even more to the Xiling Temple and its more mysterious source.

However, the God of Light who planned this matter back then has betrayed the temple and came to Chang'an City in person. How could the monarchs and ministers of the Tang Empire allow him to leave safely again?

"No one came to the temple. You know how the empire does things."

Master Yan Se sighed, looked at Wei Guangming, and analyzed the current situation.

"You are in Chang'an City, so the empire cannot use Xuanqi to kill you, and if people like us make too much noise, Chang'an City is afraid that all lives will be destroyed, but the imperial court cannot let you leave just like that, so now you are a deadlock."

Wei Guangming was silent. He knew very well that since Tang Guo discovered him today, he would never allow himself to escape again.

Although Wei Guangming is the God of Light who has stepped out of the Five Realms, when a powerful empire exerts all its strength, he would have been in a desperate situation if he had not been afraid of the people in Chang'an City.

"Everyone give in, let's go out of the city and fight!"

"If you beat me, you can continue to look for the shadow of the night. If you lose, you can leave your life in Chang'an City. This can be regarded as bringing an end to the old incident and letting the thousand people who died innocently and tragically because of you Many wronged souls can rest in peace."

As the controller of the Jingshen Formation, Yan Se can be invincible as long as he is in Chang'an City. No matter how powerful an opponent he encounters, he can at least guarantee his own safety.

But now, for the sake of the people of Chang'an City, he had to give up controlling the formation. This was a huge risk for him. He knew better than anyone else the terror and horror of the light throne opposite him.

Wei Guangming agreed to this suggestion. Going out to fight in the city meant that he could not threaten the lives of innocent people in Chang'an City. He had to rely on his true ability to defeat Master Yan Se, but he did not have to face the threat of the Jingshen Formation. It was a win. It's unfair, very fair.

In the northern suburbs of Chang'an City, there is a little-known mountain. It is not high and there are no immortals living there. The mountain is covered with weeds and trees. It is very quiet. Very few people come here on weekdays. The road is covered with snow and it is difficult to walk. The mountain All traces of people disappeared, quietly as if they were not in the world.

The two old men were walking on the mountain road, trembling slightly in the mountain wind. Although the cotton-padded jackets were old, they were very clean. The monk's robes were new, but covered with dirt. They walked among the wind and snow, and unexpectedly walked out of Piaoran. The feeling of leaving this world behind.

Under a cedar tree, two old men took a rest. Master Yan Se looked at Wei Guangming's calm old face and suddenly asked curiously.

"Did you cross the apocalypse back then?"

The Great Priest of Light narrowed his old eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about what happened many years ago. After a long silence, he said softly.

"I once stepped out, and then I was knocked down again, deprived of the opportunity to get close to Haotian."

"What a great opportunity it is to be able to break through the five realms. There are so many practitioners in the world who have spent their whole lives unable to touch it. You actually reached this point more than ten years ago. No wonder the viewer saw you all over Taoshan and still thought you were... The first person in the Taoist sect.”

“It’s even more painful to once have something, then lose it, and never get it again!”

Wei Guangming's words were very insightful. This was a truth he realized at great cost. It was the only thing he regretted in the past fourteen years.

"Having broken through the five realms but being knocked down, this only proves that Haotian also thinks that what you did is wrong, so he took back this gift. You insist on pursuing your own way, chasing the shadow of the night, Does the son of Pluto actually have something to do with the glory of Haotian? In fact, you always believe in yourself, not Haotian."

"I have been thinking about a question, why do those extremely outstanding light thrones in the history of the temple eventually leave Taoshan? Why do those who are called the closest to Haotian often choose to take a path that Haotian does not approve of in the end? The ancestor who founded the Demon Sect thousands of years ago was like this, and the senior who apostatized hundreds of years ago was like this, and now I have also embarked on this path."

Wei Guangming looked at Yan Se with incomparable solemnity, and then moved his eyes to the east. A fiery red sun slowly rose from the sea of ​​clouds and appeared in his eyes. The night receded and the light came. He Suddenly he understood and said thoughtfully.

"I have been thinking about this question for a long time. Even when I first climbed the mountain, I was still thinking about the answer to this question every step I took. Until now, I looked at the red sun rising in the sea of ​​clouds in front of me and saw the warm red sun. Light, I realized that it was because those who sit on the throne of light always believe in light."

Believe in light, Haotian does not necessarily represent light. Master Yan Se was silent. He understood the hidden meaning of the words of the Great Priest Guangming.

At the end of the sea of ​​clouds on the east side of the cliff, the rising sun has already jumped out. It is red and mellow, shining brightly, but fine snow is still floating on the cliff. Watching the morning sun in the snow is really a wonderful scene.

Master Yan Se walked to the edge of the cliff, stretched out his hand to drive away a snowflake that floated in front of his eyes, looked at the red sunrise between two layers of clouds in the east, and asked.

"How does it feel to take that step?"

Taking a step forward, he would enter the white clouds lingering in the mountains below, or walk into the warm light. The Great Priest of Light walked beside him, looked side by side at the rising sun in the distance, and said.

"Back then, I saw the red sun setting and felt something in my heart, but I only took half a step forward."

"Whether it's one step or half a step, you've finally taken the step forward. I envy you very much."

Master Yan Se said with emotion, with a look of yearning in his eyes.

The memories of the Great Priest of Guangming were rolling in his mind, and he remembered the magic talisman of this old Taoist who shook Zhenhai Jingbo, and couldn't help but smile slightly and said.

"Many people think that you entered the Tao with pure yang, which has eliminated the possibility of breaking through the five realms, but I know that there must be new life in the desperate place. After all these years, is there no reason why you can't cross it?"

The mountain wind came with snow, making the wide robes rustle. Master Yanse looked at the blue sky between the clouds and the red sun, and said calmly.

"Last year, I became Ning Que's disciple, and all my obsessions turned into peace. At that time, I knew that I had to take that step, but for some reason, I was unwilling to take it because I was afraid!"

The Great Priest of Guangming frowned and looked at Master Yan Se in confusion. After a moment of silence, he asked.

"What are you afraid of?"

"At the end of the talisman path, it is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth, the most essential law. My life of cultivating talismans is to explore the secrets between heaven and earth. However, the deepest part of the secret is a restricted area that Haotian is qualified to touch. "

"To the end of cultivating the talisman, I will inevitably have to touch the restricted area. What is important is self-enlightenment, and no revelation is needed. So if I break through the five realms, what kind of disaster will I encounter? This is my biggest fear!"

The morning sun is staring at the cliff in the sea of ​​clouds. The light is red and warm, illuminating the stone and snow on the cliff, as if Haotian is bestowing blessings and favors on the world.

"Although I seem to have betrayed Haotian, I am cultivating divine magic after all. Haotian's brilliance will give me the eyes to see through everything in the world and endless power. I have an advantage in fighting in the daytime."

"Chang'an City is my home court. I have walked all over the streets in the city and traveled to the great rivers and mountains outside the city. This mountain is my talisman, so you don't have much advantage."

"No matter what, it's better not to disturb people's leisurely dreams."

"Since I advise you to leave Chang'an City, this is why."

As he finished speaking, Yan Se's broad Taoist sleeves danced gently, and with a flash of clear light, the oily and unpleasant smell in the Taoist sleeves instantly dissipated without a trace, and a powerful and inexplicable talisman slowly came out. It seeped out from the cracks in the rocks.

"I haven't seen you perform the mountain character for many years!"

The Great Priest of Guangming was very emotional. He stretched out his right hand and waved it gently in the wind and snow. The morning light from the east instantly reflected his skinny right hand into a white jade existence, and countless weak light spots scattered from his fingers. Come out and fly into the air like a firefly.

The powerful talisman seeping out from the rocks did not produce any horrific consequences when it came into contact with these divine light points that contained a holy aura. Instead, they nestled closely together and slowly fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff, gradually forming a line. Invisible barrier, seven-color streamers spread across the barrier, like a beautiful rainbow in the snow.

The two old men looked at the rainbow cover that enveloped the entire mountain in front of them, feeling the harmony and power within it. They nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the little girl behind them who was silent and lowered her head.

In an instant, in the eyes of everyone paying attention to the battle, the mountain disappeared. Whether it was seen with the naked eye or perceived, it no longer existed.

Master Yan Se suddenly laughed. He took out his Taoist sleeve with his right hand and waved it gently. Intentionally or unintentionally, he formed a big talisman. The meaning of the talisman was awe-inspiring and powerful, indescribable. Drawn by the power of the talisman, thousands of rocks rose from the ground. Suspended, densely distributed in the air, like countless giant solid raindrops.

Master Yan Se's fingers trembled slightly, and the mountain characters moved. The solid rocks all over the mountains and plains roared down, like a majestic rainstorm on a summer night. Countless potholes spewed out gravel dust that covered the sky and the sun.

The Great Priest of Light stood calmly in the rain of stones, raising his right hand high above his head, performing great magic. The tip of his white as jade index finger lit up with a divine brilliance, pure and holy, always exuding light in the rain of stones. As long as the divine radiance is immortal, the rain of stones falling from the sky will not fall on the Great Priest of Light.

The terrifying stone rain from the sky was still falling one after another, and the splashed gravel continued to merge into the stone rain again. It seemed that it would never stop, but the falling snowflakes had already fled away in fear.

The stone rain in front of Wei Guangming suddenly tilted, and he could not avoid it. The Haotian divine light on his fingertips shined brightly, illuminating the world, and a rising sun seemed to grow on the tip of his index finger.