After becoming a disciple of the Pope

The site of the Holy Beast Palace is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The majestic and majestic palace is like a sleeping lion, crawling peacefully in the quiet night.

Due to the urgency of the situation, Zhang Junbai mobilized most of the knights stationed in the Holy Beast Palace and the Bright Temple to suppress the menacing beast tide. Most of the berserk beasts have been subdued by Ye Shaoqing, but there are still many remnants wandering around. Molecules, as well as infected people urgently need to be cleared and treated, and the dispatched knight army is busy maintaining order and cleaning up the battlefield, and there is a shortage of manpower everywhere.

Tonight, the entire imperial capital was doomed to sleepless nights. Compared with the panic and noise elsewhere, the Holy Beast Palace seemed terribly cold.

A huge crow swooped down from the sky and landed firmly at the entrance of the Holy Beast Palace. The guards on duty were quite nervous, fearing that the situation would get out of control and the tide of beasts would spread here.

Fortunately, the crow showed no signs of madness. What made them feel more at ease was the familiar, kind and kind face of the old man who walked down from the crow's back.

Two ever-burning lamps hang in front of the palace, casting two circular light shadows in front of the quiet and dark steps, blocking the dark distance from the dividing line. , revealing the dark red patriarch's priestly robe, and the weather-beaten and very old face.

"Lord Qinghe, you didn't resist the beast tide by His Majesty's side. Could it be that His Majesty has some order?"

Qinghe smiled slightly, neither like Han Xi who loves to put on airs like the bishop of the church, nor Zhang Junbai who wrote that strangers should not approach him all over his body, he nodded to the guards, and said kindly: "Don't worry, the situation is under control, His Majesty the Pope is worried that too many people will be deployed, the guards of the Holy Beast Palace will be empty, and there will be fish that slip through the net, so he specially ordered me to come and inspect the guards."

"I see, please." The guard stepped aside respectfully without doubting him.

Except for the Pope himself, the three archbishops of the Holy Church have the right to enter and exit the Palace of the Holy Beast. Qinghe did not arouse any suspicion and easily passed the guard.

Stepping into the interior of the palace, the endless wilderness with high sky, wide clouds and green grass came into his field of vision. The untouchable space is much larger than it looks from the outside. The calm lake is like a bright mirror, reflecting the sky for thousands of years like a day. A towering ancient tree.

Qinghe walked towards the lake step by step, until the lake water soaked his boots, and the kind look on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by fanaticism and unspeakable excitement.

For 20 years, he has embraced this secret, carefully planned every step of the way, and endured the loneliness and unresolvable torment day and night. Now, it is finally time to fulfill his wish, and this great day has finally come!

Qinghe did not deliberately hide his whereabouts when he flew here on a crow bird, or did not hide at all. When Ye Shaoqing found his trace, a series of messy doubts and clues in Yezheng's mind were completely connected in a series of lightning and flint. The jigsaw puzzle pieced together little by little, and finally turned into a clear big net, including all the events since he was injured in retreat.

"Qinghe...the sacred scepter..." Ye Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and ordered Zhang Junbai, "Immediately summon the central knight army, and at the same time send a letter to the emperor and the prince. Except for the necessary garrison troops to stay and continue to clear the beasts, others People surround the Holy Beast Palace as quickly as possible, and no one is allowed to enter or leave without my order!"

He turned his eyes, glanced quietly at the silent Ye Shaoqing, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Now, the others will rush to the Holy Beast Palace with me immediately, and arrest the traitor Qinghe!"

Zhang Junbai, Wen Changyan and others knelt on one knee and accepted orders without any objection. They may not understand why the dignified archbishop of the Holy Church suddenly became a traitor, but this does not prevent them from obeying every order of His Majesty the Pope. Follow through hesitantly.

Ye Shaoqing didn't object either. He cast his misty eyes in the direction of the Holy Beast Palace, crossed the vast sea of ​​people, penetrated the dark sky, and calmly looked at the distant sky, slightly lost in thought, as if there was something closely related to him. Calling him, it resonated deep in the soul.

From the long-term consciousness and memory revived in the depths of Ye Shaoqing's sea of ​​consciousness, he felt that something was missing, something important was left on the other side, and this feeling changed as he gradually approached the Holy Beast Palace. It is more intense, like two magnets attracting each other, there is an invisible and intangible connection in the dark.

The soul of the god awakened in Ye Shaoqing's body. Except for Ye Zheng, no one else noticed anything wrong. The two sat in the same carriage, and a strange silence floated in the small space. Ye Zheng stared at each other without blinking. The profile of his face, the deep and resentful black eyes, firmly stuck to his face, as if he wanted to see through it thoroughly.

Ye Shaoqing turned his head without warning, just in time to meet Shang Yezheng's overly hot and undisguised gaze, the two gazes collided in the air, there was still no expression on his face, nor did he feel offended, just indifferent Authentic: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Ye Zheng didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being caught. He looked straight into the other's eyes and said firmly, "Even if you are a god, you should have returned to the kingdom of heaven long ago. Why did you resurrect on my disciple?"

Perhaps it was because he knew that the essence of the gods is human beings rather than the real creator, or perhaps it was out of some subtle and angry emotions, Ye Zheng's tone did not have much meaning of worship and awe, and he never put himself in the position of a servant of the gods. In the role of selfless service, on the contrary, he guards and doubts the appearance and even existence of the other party with an equal or even questioning attitude.

"As I said, I was originally one body with him, but the past memories were sealed when I was taken to another world by the sacred scepter. Before awakening today, I have been growing up and living as an ordinary person. The time decays and dies, but the soul is not annihilated for some reason."

Ye Shaoqing quietly looked back at Ye Zheng, always alienated and indifferent to him, seeing that he was no different from other people, and this was what Ye Zheng felt deeply hurt in his heart, the most unbearable thing, the precious apprentice he put on the tip of his heart How could Shaoqing, who puts herself on the tip of her heart, have the heart?How can you be willing?

Yezheng's breathing was stagnant, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Do you still remember what you said to me in front of thousands of believers on the day when the Holy Son was canonized?"

Ye Shaoqing's eyebrows moved imperceptibly, and Yezheng had already continued on his own: "You said that you will love me, whether it is good times or bad times, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, I will always love you. forever."

Ye Shaoqing was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "I remember it all."

Yezheng hooked the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a bone-chilling coldness and deep despair: "But to you now, is it meaningless?"

Looking at the mourning eyes of the other party, Ye Shaoqing suddenly felt his heart beating violently. The emotion contained in those eyes was so strong that it almost burst out of his body, rushing towards him like a huge wave, wanting to He was submerged in general.

Memories belonging to that young man uncontrollably surfaced in front of him one after another. He thought those were just a short, boring and ordinary life, but under Ye Zheng's eyes as deep as the sea, they were quickly stained with a gorgeous color. Colors, soaked in strong emotions, are like aged spirits, sweet and intoxicating.

When Ye Shaoqing came back to his senses, Ye Zheng was still staring at him intently, his pupils flickering with anticipation.

But he staggered his eyes, turned to the huge palace that appeared not far away, and said softly: "Here we are."

Inwardly, she seemed subconsciously unwilling to see the disappointment in those eyes. Ye Shaoqing didn't look at him again, got out of the carriage, and walked towards the gate of the palace without haste.

The following knight army surrounded the Holy Beast Palace layer by layer, Ye Zheng restrained his excess emotions, stepped on the steps of the Holy Beast Palace with a cold face and said nothing.

The moment the palace gate was pushed open again, Qinghe had already crossed the lake in the middle of the meadow and arrived under the giant tree in the middle of the lake.

Bai Ze's figure wandered by the lake, hesitatingly making a small cry, as if captured by some kind of force, and he was faintly afraid of something.

"Your Majesty the Pope, you are finally here." Qinghe turned around, looked at Yezheng and his party with a smile, and greeted Yezheng in a brisk tone, as if he was about to be deprived of his status as the archbishop of the church, sent to the tribunal for trial, and even tied to the gods. He didn't care about the death penalty.

Yezheng frowned, displeased with his calm and confident appearance, and said in a cold voice: "Qinghe, your plot has been exposed, the Central Cavalry Army and the Royal Army have surrounded this place, and it is difficult for you to fly , are you still obsessed with it?"

Qinghe just shook his head and smiled, not paying attention to it. He stared deeply at Ye Shaoqing, knelt down to him piously, bowed humbly, and murmured in his mouth like a sigh: "Great god, Please forgive me for letting you sleep for so long, soon, soon, I will be able to completely and completely resurrect you, and walk in your world again! This ignorant and dark world needs your light to guide you!"

As his words fell, Ye Zheng didn't even have time to ask, the originally calm lake surface suddenly rolled up a huge vortex, and the entire Holy Beast Palace trembled like an earthquake. Between the sky and the earth, only the thousand-year-old tree stood in the turbulent water. Still standing in the waves, unchanged from ancient times.

Countless rays of light shot out from the inside of the ancient tree at this moment. In the eyes of everyone, the bark began to peel off from the thick trunk, and it faded away in a blink of an eye, revealing the inner world of a different world.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone in the venue, a transparent crystal coffin stood quietly in the trunk of an ancient tree, and a complete skeleton was sealed in it, and a mysterious, magnificent and powerful aura swept over.

It was the coffin that belonged to the gods thousands of years ago.

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