The violent snowstorm gradually subsided.
Snow can only cling without wind.
As a result, more and more names were covered by snow on the stone wall.
There was a dead silence in the Heavenly Dao Temple.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhuang Zhihuan finally came out from behind hundreds of snowmen.
This was the first time he really stood in front of the teachers and students after the state church cavalry surrounded the Tiandaoyuan.
Because the person who spoke was his most proud student—Daimyo Guanbai.
Also because many people have turned into snowmen, he has nowhere to hide.
He looked at Guan Bai coldly.
"Why?"
"Because you were wrong."
"According to the news from the Tianshu Mausoleum, it should be the saintess who arranged for you to return to the capital."
"Your Majesty wrote me a letter in advance."
"You've been watching?"
"Yes, I need confirmation."
"Confirm that I'm wrong?"
Looking at his mentor, Guan Bai had mixed emotions in his eyes: "That's right, because no one is qualified to use other people's lives to satisfy their own ideas."
Zhuang Zhihuan was silent for a long time, and said, "So... it's just a confirmation."
Guan Bai's eyes became much calmer, and he said, "Because at the beginning, I didn't believe you were such a person."
Zhuang Zhihuan understood everything, and said softly: "It seems that His Excellency the Pope really values you, and he put on such a big display just to let you watch a show."
Guan Bai said: "Your Majesty is merciful, you don't want to see Tiandaoyuan turned into ashes because of your ambition, that's why you are so patient with me."
"Ambition..."
Zhuang Zhihuan looked into the distance in the wind and snow, not knowing if it was Wenshui or his hometown he hadn't been back for a long time, so he repeated these two words.
Guan Bai wanted to know why he sighed.
I don't know how long it took, Zhuang Zhihuan looked away, looked at him and said, "Yes, I have ambitions, and they are very big, because I have the ability to match them, my realm is very high, and my ability is very strong , and I'm still very young, so why don't I pursue it?"
Guan Bai said sternly: "You taught me before, if the Dao can be taken directly, why bother to seek it."
Zhuang Zhihuan said indifferently: "Senior Brother Mao treated me very well, and I also have friendship with Tang's parents. In many people's eyes, I stand on the side of the Pope, and I can also get what I want, and turn my ambitions into something. It becomes a real wildfire, and it burns beautifully."
Guan Bai said: "This is exactly what I don't understand."
Zhuang Zhihuan said: "Could it be that even you have forgotten how he died when he moulted?"
A few years ago, Chen Changsheng brought Su Li back from the snowfield thousands of miles south, passing through Xunyang City and arriving in the capital.
That night, under strong mental pressure, Zhuang Huanyu chose to commit suicide by the side of a well.
That yard is still in the shelter of Tiandaoyuan, and the well is still there, but no one has entered it for many years.
Many people have forgotten what happened in the Zhou Garden back then, and that there was a young man with outstanding talent in Tiandaoyuan after Guan Bai.
Today, due to the blizzard, several cracks appeared on the ground beside the well. It was dilapidated and could no longer be repaired.
Those memories were also dug out from the cold ground.
Naturally, Zhuang Zhihuan would not forget this matter, and neither did Guan Bai.
It was for this reason that he challenged Chen Changsheng when the courts performed martial arts.
He was a little sad and said, "You still can't forget this?"
Whether it was from Tang Thirty-Six's side or from Dean Mao's side, Zhuang Zhihuan should be someone Chen Changsheng trusted.
Which side did he choose, for this reason
Zhuang Zhihuan shook his head and said, "Moulting died because of his own weakness of heart, and has nothing to do with the Pope."
Guan Bai didn't understand, and said, "Then why is this so?"
Zhuang Zhihuan looked at him and said indifferently: "I really don't hate the Pope, the problem is, who would believe it?"
Guan Bai was silent.
Yes, even if His Majesty the Pope himself believed it, would the King of Ling Hai believe it? Will Daoist Si Yuan believe it? Will the saint believe it
"Since I can't take this path, I can only choose another way to burn my ambition."
Zhuang Zhihuan put his hand on his chest and said, "Otherwise, it will always be difficult to settle down here."
Guan Bai persuaded: "However, it is impossible now, why not give up."
"Because you have recognized my true colors, you want me to give up? Who do you think you are?"
Zhuang Zhihuan sneered and said: "You are a student I taught, what qualifications do you have to judge my right or wrong, and what qualifications do you have to ask me to give up?"
Guan Bai was quiet for a while, and said: "I am talking to you now as the Archbishop of Yinghua Palace."
Hearing these words, there was an uproar in the Tiandao Academy, and the teachers and students were extremely shocked.
The former Archbishop of Yinghuadian was Mao Qiuyu, the old dean of Tiandaoyuan.
They thought that after Dean Mao Qiuyu was promoted to the holy realm, Dean Zhuang Zhihuan would undoubtedly become the Archbishop of Yinghua Palace.
Unexpectedly, the very accurate news came from Li Palace, and the Pope didn't mean it at all.
The teachers and students of Tiandao Academy were very disappointed, and then angry. Today's situation is largely related to this matter.
The real situation was beyond everyone's expectations.
The Patriarch of Yinghua Palace will be replaced by Senior Brother Guan Bai
Isn't Li Palace suppressing Tiandaoyuan
Could it be... Wasn't Dean Mao forced to leave by His Majesty the Pope
So what should we do next
Zhuang Zhihuan has taught and educated people in Tiandaoyuan for many years, and his reputation is indeed very high.
But in the hearts of the young students, Senior Brother Guan Bai is their greatest pride, a true role model, no matter in practice or in virtue.
The wind and snow rested early, spring returned to the earth, and the snow was hard to melt. The students who turned into snowmen slowly regained their ability to move.
They didn't know what to do, but found that they could no longer raise the weapons in their hands.
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A state church cavalry was in front of the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven.
An Anglican cavalry was at the Pope.
An Orthodox cavalry is in Tiandaoyuan.
The most powerful force in Li Gong lies elsewhere.
The light snow that came from nowhere made the air in Taiping Road a bit chilly, just like the current tense situation.
Taoist Si Yuan put his left hand on his chest, slightly clasped it, as if he was playing with a walnut.
In his hands is actually the treasure of the national religion - Tian Wai Yin.
Hu Thirty stood beside him, took about half a step back, lowered his head slightly, and put his hands in his sleeves, looking like a low-key shopkeeper.
No one knew that he held a falling star stone in his left hand and an ordinary short knife in his right hand.
Also, no one knew whether the divine power of the Falling Star Stone was stronger, or the dagger was more terrifying.
There were people behind the two giants of state religion, looking at the darkness.
Occasionally, there are a few dazzles of bright red in the crowd of black people in the city, which is even more evil.
Two hundred and seventeen bishops and deacons of the star-gathering realm.
Sixteen cardinals with terrifying realms.
On Pacific Road.
Surrounded Xiang Wangfu.
There was no sound from the other dozen or so Wangfu and Tianhaifu, and there was a dead silence.
With such a large number of cultivators, not to mention the former Tianji Pavilion, it is difficult for even the Great Zhou Dynasty to gather together.
This is the power of the Li Palace, which is hidden and invisible on weekdays, but when it appears, everything in the world must be quiet for a moment to show respect.