On the way back thousands of miles south, Xu Yourong would perform the holy light technique for Chen Changsheng every once in a while to isolate his aura from this world.
When passing through Beishan County, she even gave Chen Changsheng two consecutive blood transfusions.
Regardless of her mind, her true energy, and the most precious Tianfeng's true blood and holy light, she has already consumed too much.
Moreover, in order to save Chen Changsheng on the cold mountain, she forcibly received the sword of heaven, and she had already suffered serious injuries.
But she still couldn't rest.
At this time, she stood quietly in the Hall of Light because it could allow her to recover faster, especially because she could get the supplement of Holy Light.
And here is the closest to there, only separated by a wall, if something happens, she can blast through that wall in the shortest time and rush over there.
At this time, the Pope and Chen Changsheng were talking there.
The sky was full of stars, and Kyoto seemed to be shrouded in silver water. There were eaves and corners everywhere in the depths of the palace, and relatively more night was retained.
Chen Changsheng lifted the blanket, but he didn't get up from the wheelchair.
He lowered his head, carefully folded the blanket into a small square, then raised his head, looked at the Pope and said, "Uncle, who am I?"
He asked Old Man Tianji this question.
The old man Tianji gave him a very positive answer, but it was not accurate enough.
The Pope watched him silently for a long time. Just when Chen Changsheng thought that he still couldn't get an accurate answer like the previous few times, the Pope spoke slowly: "When I first received a letter from your master, I thought you were a nephew who went to Beijing for medical treatment. , healing is self-cultivation, and what you cultivate is according to your heart, so I didn't show up."
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng recalled the things that happened after he first entered the capital two and a half years ago, and vaguely understood that the master's letter should have been sent to the capital before he entered the Orthodox Academy.
The Pope walked behind him, pushed the wheelchair and walked towards the temple. On both sides of the stone steps were ramps carved with cloud patterns, and the wheels rolled on it, making a very rhythmic rattling sound, just like the Pope The voice at this time was calm and full of emotion: "I didn't know until Mei Lisha found me that he had also received a letter."
The night hall is very quiet, the clear water in the pool reflects the starlight, and casts mottled light on the stone walls and porch pillars, and the lush green leaves in the basin are gently swaying, so beautiful that it is almost magical.
"To be honest, until now, I don't know what your master wants to do."
The Pope let go of his wheelchair, went to the pool, picked up a wooden ladle, filled it half with water, and began to water the green leaves.
The starlight fell from the glazed glass on the roof of the hall and landed on the sackcloth worn by the Pope, as if countless incomprehensible runes were written.
Chen Changsheng looked at his slightly bowed body, and after a moment of silence asked, "You don't know what he wants to do, so why did you help him?"
"I know very well that what you want to know most is why your master sent you to Beijing...if you are really Prince Zhaoming."
The clear water in the wooden ladle fell into the basin, making a splashing sound, which did not cover the voice of the Pope, but was more like a background.
"What your master wants to do in this life is very simple. It is to invite Tianhai to step down from the throne, or drive him down, and let the throne return to the Chen family. I think... he must have considered this when he let you enter the capital. Up to today, I have vaguely guessed your master's intention, but I still can't be sure."
"Back then, in the massacre at the Orthodox Academy, it was said that you, the uncle, killed my master with your own hands. Looking at it now, it is certainly not true."
The Pope's voice was as soft and pleasant as running water: "Your master and I are the orthodox state religion. How could I have the heart to kill him? Besides, even though he was seriously injured by Tianhai in the palace, I don't want to kill him so badly." An easy thing... I thought this matter would be hidden like this forever, but I didn't expect that you came to Kyoto."
Chen Changsheng said: "Because I came to the capital, because of the letter from Master, and because you want to take care of me, the Holy Empress will easily find out that my Master is still alive."
"It is said that the old man Tianji can penetrate the way of heaven, and that the black robe is unparalleled in schemes. In fact, your master is the real schemer. Not to mention his real purpose for sending you to Beijing, it is only said that he deliberately let Tianhai know that he is still alive. The truth is that a crack has been torn between me and Tianhai, and that crack will become bigger and bigger."
"Since this rift cannot be repaired, the suspicion between you and the Holy Empress will eventually turn into hostility."
"Yes, once there is hostility, once the hostility of the other party is detected, then when facing each other, they will become enemies."
"Doesn't this mean that Master is using your kindness to him back then to force you to take his side?"
Chen Changsheng looked at the Pope's back, and found that he was getting more and more stooped, more and more like a tired old man, and his voice subconsciously lowered, just like his mood at this time.
The pope's voice was still calm: "I said that your master is the real conspirator. In his view, in order to achieve his goal, anything can be sacrificed."
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng became even more depressed, and said, "Why is this so?"
The Pope let go of the handle of the wooden ladle, picked up the dry towel next to the basin, wiped his hands, and said, "I turned against your master back then because I had a different view of the world. Now your master has used all means to Forced me to stand on his side, but I can accept it calmly, because time has changed many things, Tianhai and I have different views on this world."
Chen Changsheng recalled the conversation he had in this night palace after he came out from the Mausoleum of Books.
"I now also think that Tianhai should abdicate."
The Pope's voice rang out in the Night Palace, the sound was not loud, but it seemed as if a thunderclap resounded in the extremely distant night sky.
There was no sound in the hall, except for the sound of the wooden ladle hanging in the air pouring water into the green leaves in the basin.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Changsheng spoke again: "Then what about me? What kind of role am I playing? You and Archbishop Meilisha have taken care of me so much for the past two years. Why?"
"I can only guess what your master thinks. Mei Lisha should know more, but you have to believe that this old man who has returned to Xinghai will not harm your mind. His thoughts are not exactly the same as your master's. He insisted that you can take a lot of damage and gain a lot in the process."
"benefit?"
"Merisa believes that only this method can cure your disease."
"Can my illness be cured?" Chen Changsheng's voice trembled slightly.
The Pope walked up to the wheelchair, looked into his eyes, and said with a voice as calm as water, "Fate can be changed, let alone a disease?"
Chen Changsheng calmed down quickly, looked at the Pope and asked earnestly, "Master, you already knew that I was sick."
"Yes," said the Pope.
Chen Changsheng's expression became more serious: "Then, do you also know about that matter?"
This is the deepest part of Li Palace, the most quiet, even dark, only the colored glaze on the top of the palace can shed some starlight.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, the woolen blanket was folded into neat cubes and placed on his legs, and his clothes were thin.
Time passed and the stars moved, and the brightest Long Xiang star in the night sky came to the top of the Night Palace at some point, and the starlight fell through the glass and landed on him.
Starlight is softer than snowflakes, and when it falls, it is naturally silent, but for some reason, there seems to be a slight chirping sound, as if something is being ignited.
It was Chen Changsheng who used starlight to ignite the little starlight left in his body.
All the meridians in his body have been broken, and no matter whether the true energy produced in the Youfu or the snow field has nowhere to flow out, they collide in all directions.
Soon, his body became hot, and his face and neck exposed outside his clothes, including his hands, became a little red.
Looking at it with his eyes, it was light pink, but in his body, it was blood red, because it represented that his body was bleeding inside.
As his body temperature got higher and higher, his skin became more and more red, and he was about to change from an illusion of health to a ghostly ghost. At the same time, a very light breath emanated from the countless pores on the surface of his body and the inside of his five sense organs. Come out, dance with the night wind, and come to the Pope.
The pope's expression changed suddenly, and the endless starry in his deep eyes turned into a violent galaxy in an instant.
In those eyes, no benevolent emotion can be seen anymore, only powerful indifference and cold will can be seen.