The once deserted Xue Mansion is still not lively now, but at least some people have come, and they are all big shots. In front of the coffin, King Zhongshan just nodded casually, then turned and left, while Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites burned a stick of incense seriously, and then said something in a low voice, and no one knew what he said.
A quiet room was set up in the east courtyard, and Chen Changsheng, Su Moyu, Chen Liuwang, and Tianhai Shengxue sat on chairs.
The four of them are very young, and the oldest Tianhai Shengxue is only in his thirties.
Chen Changsheng looked at the wound on Tianhai Shengxue's face, and wanted to say something.
Tianhai Shengxue spoke first.
After the Great Examination that year, the grievances between the Orthodox Academy and Tianhai Shengxue have been resolved, and there is even a tacit understanding in private. That tacit understanding and the previous promise seemed so fragile and vulnerable against the background of the Tianshu Mausoleum, but after all, the two sides had a tacit understanding.
And, as said earlier, they're both young.
Talking among young people will be much less banal and more direct.
"You should be very clear that these big figures who came to Xue's residence today want to use your influence to test or confirm the current court situation."
Tianhai Shengxue said: "The supreme authority of Dao Zun in the court needs Zhou Tong to live to prove it. At least until now, no one has dared to challenge this, but I believe that as time goes by, our father will not I have always been willing to be small.”
His father was Tianhai Chengwu, and King Chen Liu's father was King Xiang, both of whom were real big men in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, and after being quiet for a while, he said, "No one knows how long it will take."
"You can't just take a step because you can't determine the way forward, because it's easy to go astray."
King Chen Liu looked at him and persuaded him earnestly: "Everything should be based on the overall situation. Your succession as Pope is the overall situation that is more important than everything else. It is worth waiting patiently for this."
Chen Changsheng didn't speak, he had different views on this.
He knew his teacher better than anyone, including the Pope.
During the fourteen years he lived in the old temple in Xining Town, that middle-aged Taoist was both a teacher and a father to him, but now that he thinks about it carefully, neither he nor the others have seen the real face of that middle-aged Taoist. What I have seen is just a corner of a mountain peak in the thick fog, a line of blue sky in a cloudy sky, and a flower by the stream.
After so many things now, many pictures and memory fragments gradually gather together, whether it is the flowers by the stream, the mountains in the mist, the blue sky behind the clouds, or the Daozang in the temple, those seemingly without any purpose, actually The details of infinite ingenuity are hidden on the surface, forming a real picture, that is his teacher Shang Xingzhou.
His Majesty the Pope wanted to pass the state religion into Chen Changsheng's hands. He thought that with the power of Li Gong and his own prestige, he would be able to guarantee that after he returned to Xinghai, at least no one within the state religion would dare to object to this matter. Unified, the imperial court has no way to interfere in this matter.
Chen Changsheng knew that this matter would definitely not develop like this. He was very sure that the day when Master Pope returned to Xinghai was the day when the teacher would do something to him. He was either killed, or imprisoned forever in a dark abyss like the little black dragon.
— No matter what the result is, it is not the result he wants.
Tianhai Shengxue sensed something and said, "If you really think something big will happen, you should make preparations in advance now."
Chen Changsheng shook his head, and said, "Any preparations don't make much sense."
Just like that night, when the emperor's chart became invalid, the situation in the entire capital depended on the battle between the Tianshu Mausoleum.
The history of the continent has always been determined by the strong in the sacred domain.
There is an insurmountable gulf between the sacred and the secular.
No matter how strong Chen Changsheng's cultivation talent was, it was impossible for him to cross that ditch in just a few tens of days.
"You should leave."
King Chen Liu had a different view from Tianhai Shengxue: "Now that His Majesty the Pope can still force your teacher not to do anything... this is the best and last time."
Su Moyu glanced at Chen Changsheng.
In the Orthodox Academy, he once had the same proposal.
Chen Changsheng didn't speak, he knew he couldn't leave.
Tianhai Shengxue left, before leaving the quiet room, he said: "In a few days, the celebration will begin."
Many major events happened this autumn, the Empress Tianhai returned to Xinghai, and the Demon Lord fell into the abyss of death.
There are other things that are about to happen, and the only thing that can be compared with these two things is the confluence of the north and the south.
In a few days, the celebration of the confluence of the north and the south will be held in Kyoto. According to what was said in the spring, the Baidi couple may come to watch the ceremony.
Chen Changsheng understood what Tianhai Shengxue wanted to remind himself.
Luoluo, maybe she will go back to Kyoto.
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Zhou Tong returned to Beibingmasi Hutong.
He stood under the courtyard wall, with his hands behind his back, looking at the deep tree pit, with an indifferent expression, without saying a word, waiting for the return of the crabapple tree.
In the slanting autumn sky, a shrill bird song suddenly sounded. He and several subordinate officials looked up, only to see a black shadow falling powerlessly from the sky.
It was a red eagle, the most resistant to long-distance flights, and it could cross thousands of mountains and rivers overnight without feeling tired.
The red hawk returning from the south was exhausted to death.
Something must have happened in the South.
Lishan Sword Sect? The Akiyama family? Or... Huaiyuan
Zhou Tong raised his eyebrows.
The subordinates rushed over and presented urgent information from the south.
Wang Po left Huaiyuan.
The undercover agent of the Cleaning Department who had been following this person was dumped at Qingjiang two days ago and lost Wang Po's trace.
No one knew where Wang Po was going or where he was now.
Zhou Tong stared at the subordinate without saying a word.
The subordinate's voice hesitated: "He...may come to Kyoto."
Zhou Tong's expression changed slightly, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "I want to enter the palace."
Some of the subordinates didn't realize it. If Wang Po really wanted to come to the capital, why didn't your lord quickly arrange for people to intercept or kill him, but was in a hurry to enter the palace
"Are you all deaf?"
Zhou Tong's face was a little pale, and his voice was a little sharp.
He was in a hurry to enter the palace because he was very uneasy now, even a little scared.
Only in the palace, under the gaze of Dao Zun, would he feel safe.
He was very sure that Wang Po would come to the capital.
He was very sure what Wang Po was going to do.
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After returning to the Orthodox Academy, Chen Changsheng also knew the news.
Su Moyu was confused and asked, "What is he doing in the capital? To worship Xue Xingchuan?"
No one dared to collect Xue Xingchuan's body, and no one dared to pay tribute to him. At such a time, if Wang Po appeared, it would fit the world's impression of him.
Chen Changsheng didn't think so, he knew it wasn't for worship or anything else.
When Wang Po came to the capital, he only wanted to do one thing.
He is going to kill.
Kill Zhou Tong.