Everyone knew that Shang Xingzhou didn't like his student Chen Changsheng.
As for the reasons, Yu Ren and Chen Changsheng probably guessed some of them, and they are guessing more and more.
But for people outside the old temple in Xining Town, this is always a very difficult question to understand.
From the perspective of personal emotions, Shang Xingzhou raised Chen Changsheng from a young age, even if it all started with a conspiracy, to him, Chen Changsheng should be more trustworthy than others, even from the perspective of ideal life, Shang Xingzhou wanted to allow the race to gain an unprecedented unification and thus defeat the demon race, but he supported Mujiu Poetry to become the pope and thereby form an alliance with Daxizhou. Full support is better.
No one can understand Shang Xingzhou's thoughts, even His Majesty's conjectures are untenable. After passing by the Tianshu Mausoleum in the morning light, all this happened naturally, but in many subsequent stories In the book, Shang Xingzhou did not clearly express that he wanted Chen Changsheng to die, even though it was a well-known secret, but after all, he could not put it on paper or put it into action. It was not until Shang Xingzhou confessed to the rest of the people that he expressed his intention to Tiandi for the first time.
The starry sky suddenly dimmed, and an invisible murderous intent enveloped the capital.
Chen Changsheng's life and death depended on his own efforts and Shang Xingzhou's attitude, and now it was also closely linked with the life and death of another great person.
Li Gong had already expressed his attitude that His Majesty the Pope would not allow Shang Xingzhou to do Chen Changsheng any harm.
The question is, how many days can His Majesty the Pope live
In the Li Palace that night, nothing happened after all, the starlight torn apart by the light snow and broken clouds fell on Mrs. Mu's clothes, so beautiful that it seemed unreal.
When the early morning approached, Shang Xingzhou finally left the imperial palace and arrived among the five beautiful and sacred old temples in the Li Palace.
Before he officially appeared, Mrs. Mu had already left with a sky full of snow and stars.
Apart from His Majesty the Pope, only one saint will ever be allowed to enter the Li Palace, otherwise it would mean war for the state religion.
That night, Shang Xingzhou had a long conversation with the Pope, which was probably the last conversation in their lives. No one knows what they talked about, whether some kind of agreement was reached between the imperial court and the state religion, but from the next day, a warm spring breeze descended on Kyoto ahead of schedule, and an atmosphere called reconciliation gradually spread. , Zhexiu and Mo Yu were taken out of Dali Temple. The former was sent back to the north by the military directly, and the latter returned to the Orange Garden and was temporarily put under residential surveillance.
It is still cold winter, so the so-called spring breeze is naturally illusory. Everyone knows that this situation may last for a long time, and it may come to an abrupt end at any time.
No one knows how many days His Majesty the Pope can live, and no one knows whether Shang Xingzhou will keep the promise made in the conversation that night after His Majesty the Pope returns to Xinghai.
The atmosphere in Kyoto gradually became tense. Many people seemed to have seen the storm in advance. No, it should be a snowstorm in the middle of winter.
In the anxiety and anticipation, the New Year is approaching, and there is a heavy snowfall in Kyoto, and the streets and buildings are all white, which is very beautiful.
Li Palace in the wind and snow is even more beautiful.
Chen Changsheng supported His Majesty the Pope, walked out of the quiet side hall, and came to the largest square in the middle of the palace complex.
He has often been in and out of the Li Palace these years, but the place he often goes to is the secluded side hall. This is the first time he has come here with the Pope.
The square paved with bluestone is covered with snow, and the stone pillars, which seem to be scattered but are actually arranged in a regular way, have been whitewashed by the snow. Chen Changsheng's spiritual sense could clearly feel that there was an extremely ancient and distant aura hidden under the square. If this was a formation, it might not be weaker than the Emperor's Chariot Map.
Looking into the distance, several palaces were looming in the wind and snow. He knew that they were the famous Caoyue Hall, Guiqing Palace, Taisuo... There are six palaces in Gongli, and each palace has a treasure, which represents the state religion. History and supreme authority, so the saying of the Big Six was gradually developed later.
He knew what the Pope had brought him here for.
The sacred and majestic auras from Caoyue Guild Hall, Guiqing Palace and other places are expressing submission to him.
"There's been too much snow this year."
The pope looked through the snowstorm and landed in the far north. His face was full of wrinkles and age spots, showing his worries about the future: "There is internal turmoil in Xuelao City, and the demons are weaker than ever before. How many tribes will be separated, how many fights will be caused, and after the spring of next year, the wolf cavalry will definitely go south."
The wind and snow are beautiful and harsh, and the demons will inevitably suffer great losses. In addition to this rebellion, Xuelao City will not be able to recover its vitality in a short period of time. Under such circumstances, the Pope's judgment that the demon army will invade the south in a large scale next year sounds unreasonable, but Chen Changsheng understands that this is what will inevitably happen—the demon race is a crazy and terrifying race, the weaker it is, the weaker it is. The more bloodthirsty and brutal they are, because they know that only in this way can they get through this most difficult time.
The Pope sighed: "Since we hate seeing each other, it is better to leave as soon as possible."
This sentence has no beginning and no end, only Chen Changsheng can understand it. After the change of Tianshu Mausoleum, many people were speculating that he would leave the capital. In fact, he had always wanted to leave, but at that time he knew that his master would not let him leave unless he died.
Looking at it now, the conversation between the two saints in the palace that night changed something after all.
"Okay," he said.
The Pope looked at him and said, "You are my chosen successor, no matter how many years, you will come back."
Chen Changsheng said: "When you need me, I will come back."
"He wants to talk to you," said the pope.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Yes."
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The Li Palace shone brightly, and the snow that fell from the night sky seemed to have turned into scattered ceilings in the Kingdom of God, which was so beautiful and intoxicating.
State church priests, cavalrymen, and clergy at all levels stood on the square, illuminated from time to time, like a vast expanse of ocean under the rising sun.
The main hall of light is so bright that it is impossible to look directly at it, and its majesty is inexplicable.
In the main hall, thousands of cardinals and archbishops bowed their bodies, their faces full of reverence and awe.
The stone wall opened slowly, and under the watchful eyes of the statues of the Twelve Sages and Heroic Spirits of the Kingdom of God, the Pope and Chen Changsheng walked out of the light.
The Pope took the crown from Mao Qiuyu and put it on top of Chen Changsheng's head.
Holding the scepter, Chen Changsheng walked to the front, began to receive blessings, and gave blessings.
His body was a little stiff, but his expression was very serious, his movements were meticulous, and all the procedures were done correctly, even the most subtle requirements in the Taoism, it was perfect.