Chapter 805 – The Hard Journey (1/2)
Chapter 805 – The Hard Journey
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”Do you know how dangerous what you did today was?”
”I was carrying out His Holiness the Pope's edict; how could it be dangerous? And didn't Auntie and two archbishops hurry over?”
An Lin thought, this child cultivated in the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green for so many years, unaware of the world outside. It's only to be expected that she's still so innocent.
”The six halls of the Li Palace have been locked up for three years, apparently calm. In truth, we've been under massive pressure the entire time.”
Her smiled faded as she said calmly and seriously to An Hua, ”In the end, the venerable Daoist master is still a Saint of the Orthodoxy, and now he is the supreme individual of the world. More and more people in the Orthodoxy are willing to chase after his footsteps. Even if His Holiness returns to the capital, he might not be able to take control over the situation.”
”The Orthodoxy has only one Pope.”
An Hua earnestly asked, ”Auntie, you will always support His Holiness, right?”
”Three years ago, when His Holiness the Pope returned to the sea of stars, I and Mao Qiuyu and the others all received his final order, and we will naturally protect it to the end, but…” An Lin looked towards the wall of the carriage compartment in front of her, most likely looking at the holy carriage in front of theirs. ”The venerable Daoist master is still His Holiness's teacher, so I do not know what other people might be thinking.”
An Hua very seriously pondered this thought, then felt that she did not need to think about it, as in her heart, the Pope was the only god.
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Linghai Zhiwang and Daoist Baishi sat in the same holy carriage.
The two Orthodoxy Prefects never once looked at each other. It was very peaceful, even somewhat cold.
The cheers from outside, the praising of the divine and the sounds of kowtows did not cause the slightest ripple in their eyes.
Only when the chilling wind slapped a leaf against the window lattice did Daoist Baishi's expression finally relax a little.
”It seems that the three years His Holiness spent traveling the world were not a waste. His methods have become much shrewder.”
He still did not turn his head to look at Linghai Zhiwang. His voice was so flat that it seemed to come from a corpse.
”As Archbishop of the Hall of Literary Glory, I actually didn't know the complete truth until last night. That His Holiness could conceal this matter so well from both you and me is truly worthy of admiration.”
Chen Changsheng naturally had a way to communicate with the Li Palace, or else the three Prefects of the Orthodoxy would not have been able to bring two thousand Orthodoxy cavalry to the Mount Song Army headquarters with such thunderous momentum. The problem was that Daoist Baishi had no idea what this communication method was, and in his view, Linghai Zhiwang also should not know of it.
Everyone knew that in the past, Linghai Zhiwang's relationship with Chen Changsheng and Orthodox Academy was utterly terrible.
If not for Chen Changsheng, he would probably be Pope.
Daoist Baishi's two statements could be understood as an expression of emotion, of praise towards the Pope's intelligence, but they could also be understood as a provocation.
Linghai Zhiwang's face remained expressionless, just as it was the majority of the time.
When the second withered leaf slapped against the window lattice, he finally opened his mouth, but he was not answering Daoist Baishi's moved statements.
”Why is it that nobody from the Tang clan ever showed up?”
This change in topic was too sudden and stiff, so the question sounded somewhat cold.
Daoist Baishi slightly frowned. ”I don't know.”
Linghai Zhiwang took his gaze off the window and turned to Daoist Baishi.