293 An Encounter (2/2)

Sangsang began to notice the strange atmosphere on both sides of the chessboard. She stared curiously at the two, holding her new urn.

After a pause, the old man put down a white piece on the chessboard and said peacefully, ”That's the abbey dean's affair. Moreover, you can't change your relationship with him. So it has nothing to do with you at all.”

He raised his head, looked at Chen Pipi and curiously asked, ”You think I'm a cruel killer?”

Chen Pipi smiled bitterly, ”Great Divine Priest of Light is peaceful and pure. You are known as being closest to Haotian in spirit. But as it is known to all, you are not an ordinary Great Divine Priest of Light. Those killed by the hierarch of the Divine Hall, the Great Divine Priest of Judge and the Great Divine Priest of Relation twenty years ago, are still nothing compared to the number of people killed by you.”

The old man sighed slightly and said, ”You're talking about those two things that happened more than ten years ago.”

Chen Pipi raised his head slowly and looked bravely into the bright black eyes of the old man. He seemed to be able to see through the world. Chen Pipi's braveness came from his honesty. He said, ”Headmaster and Eldest Brother are both absent. But now that I know you are in Chang'an, I have to make you stay. Otherwise, I won't be able to face Second Brother back in the Academy.”

The old man shook his head and said disapprovingly, ”Headmaster of the Academy I remember, from before I was imprisoned, was not that kind of moral vendors. There is no need for you to restrain yourself like this.”

Chen Pipi replied honestly, ”If I dared to allow you to leave Chang'an City with strained eyes and not say a word, Second Brother would beat me to death if he found out.”

The old man sighed, ”He is not young anymore, why is he still so bad-tempered?”

Chen Pipi said with sincerity, ”Or perhaps, you will allow me to call Second Brother to come see you?”

The old man shook his head with a smile, thinking to himself, ” The shamelessness of this kid is somewhat lovely. ” After a short contemplation, he turned back to Sangsang and said with unwillingness, ”I'm leaving.”

Holding the new urn, Sangsang stood by for a long time. She could not understand their words expect the last few sentences. She was aware that the old man who taught her Divine Skill was actually the Great Divine Priest of Light of West-Hill Divine Palace, and she could vaguely figure out that the whole world seemed to be searching for him.

The new urn didn't fall from her arms and break into pieces. She held it tightly in her little hands because it was the only way to suppress the shock she felt.

The old man looked at her and suddenly he said earnestly and seriously, ”The shadow of Nightfall has left Chang'an, and the Academy has found me. So I have to leave. Do... do you want to go with me?”

Sangsang looked at the large urn with her head lowered. She inhaled the scent of fresh sand and didn't answer him. The old man treated her well. He was lonely and seemed to have put his life's last hope on her shoulder. The old man expected her to leave together with him. She was well aware of these things, but she had her own reasons to stay.

She looked up at the old man and answered, ”I have to wait for my young master at home.”

The answer was within the old man's expectation. He smiled, with bitterness.

Just then, a gust of vexed scolding was heard from outside Old Brush Pen Shop, ”Who knows when your young master, the silly thing, will return? But I'm curious, who dares to take away the handmaiden of my disciple?”

”Click! Click!” The torn shoe soles stepped on the ground. The loose greasy Taoist robe, came in along the wind with a foul smell. And then an old taoist priest sailed in, his triangle eyes showing something obscene and furious.

When he caught sight of the figure beside the chessboard, under an ordinary cotton-padded jacket and bent like an ordinary old man, the obscene expression in his eyes suddenly disappeared. It changed into a flowing stream at a high peak, quiet to the extreme.

Dead silence would be found before every storm.

Wei Guangming, the Great Divine Priest of Light that had escaped from the Peach Mountain, had lived peacefully in an inconspicuous calligraphy store in an inconspicuous alley of Chang'an for some time. And then on a common winter day, he met Master Yan Se.

One was the Great Divine Priest of Light whose power over the past century was the most unfathomable in West-Hill Divine Palace. The other was the Divine Talisman Master who had gone the farthest on the road of Talisman Taoism. One was a traitor of Haotian Taoism, and the other was the Minister of Offerings of South School of Haotian Taoism. Such an unexpected and unreasonable encounter would startle even fate itself. What would it lead to?

There was a long deadly silence in Old Brush Pen Shop.

Master Yan Se looked at the old man.

The old man looked at Master Yan Se.

Sangsang stared at the two of them.

Chen Pipi stared at the chessboard in front, with cold sweat running down like raindrops.

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Master Yan Se sighed and lamented, ”I have been looking for you for many days.”

The old man sighed and lamented, ”I've been hiding myself from you for many days.”

Master Yan Se continued his lament, ”I don't want to meet you in this way.”

The old man also continued his lament, ”I don't want to meet you either.”

Then Master Yan Se withdrew his lament and looked at his long-gone old friend. Calmly, he said, ”Now that we've met, we have to do our duties besides talking about the old days.”

The old man stood up and bowed to his old friend, peacefully saying, ”Please.”

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