843 Into the Kingdom of God (2/2)

Ning Que had completely mastered the skill of storing the Great Spirit, during his cultivation in seclusion in the precipice at the back of the Academy's mountain, and he grew familiar with it after Yu Lian instructed him. As time went by, that Qi lingering inside was turning into his own Great Spirit.

The drops of the Great Spirit inside Ning Que had converged into a pond, which could support him endlessly during fights; he could also use the power to cover his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi to pretend to be an ordinary person. Even the Hierarch of the West-Hill Palace would fail to notice his disguise, let alone the old priest on the couch. That was also why he dared to walk back to the mortal world and march straight into the West-Hill Palace.

No accidents were supposed to happen to his identity, because he had long been fully prepared for this trip by the Tang Imperial Court and the Academy. The letter in his pocket was written by the Dean of Baiyun Abbey in his own hand.

The priest in charge of logistics of the Revelation Institute turned gentle to Ning Que after he had read the letter, then he said, ”I have to accept you since this is the recommendation from my Senior Brother. You do your work in the Book Hall those days, and behave yourself. Don't go out too often.”

Ning Que thanked him and put all those precious Song-style gifts at the room corner. Then, he saluted the priest and went to the Book Hall for the registry, with the approval in his hand.

He was temporarily a servant in the Revelation Institute, in charge of the cleaning. The deacon didn't give him a second look after throwing him a bunch of keys and telling him some helpful things.

A servant could hardly catch any attention, which was why he chose the position at the beginning of the discussion in the Academy. Moreover, he wanted to stay in the Book Hall because the Headmaster had once been here.

The Book Hall used to mean a lot to Peach Mountain many years ago. However, everything had changed; the Book Hall was directly under the Divine Hall of Light now, and managed by the Revelation Institute.

Ning Que looked at the cheerless hall, and at the many classics on the bookshelves. As he saw the changes of the hall, he couldn't help feel sorry for the declining Haotian Taoism.

The disciples of the Academy might find hard to imagine that the Book Hall had fallen to this state. Not to study is to regress, and a place without book readers was doomed to decline.

Lots of bigwigs came from this Book Hall, including the Headmaster and the Great Divine Priest of Light who had established the Devil's Doctrine. They were cleaners here a thousand years ago, and look at what they had become!

Lamenting for Haotian was like worrying for the ancients, which was meaningless. He picked up the broom and the rag, concentrating on the cleaning for a while, then he began to read.

Ye Su said there were lots of Taoism classics here which would take much time to read, and Ning Que loved reading. Given the situation around him now, no one would disturb him.

Some of the students of the Revelation Institute were in Qinghe, some in the South Jin Kingdom, and others were busy on Peach Mountain due to the battle with the Tang Empire and the Light Sacrifice. Ning Que had not met anybody in days because he was immersed in the Book Hall. He kept reading the books he needed.

Time passed slowly. Sometimes he felt like a scholar himself, but actually he was not. His eyes moved from the paper to the Divine Palace from time to time, and the expression gradually became complicated.

Before the Divine Hall of Light stood two girls.

The two girls were very young, dressed in white, and bland in appearance. People felt so hard to move their eyes off the two girls because they were so white. Every inch of their skin was extremely fair, like snow with sheer perfection. Their expressions were pure like water.

Not far away from the cliff platform, busy deacons and priests looked at the two girls in white, with their eyes full of curiosity and awe.

The two were picked out from more than a hundred thousand of girls in the West-Hill Palace. According to the order of the Hierarch, they had the status of saintesses, therefore, nobody would dare to ask no matter how curious they were of the girls or about the Divine Hall of Light.

People in the hall seldom saw the two girls because they seldom stepped out of the hall. They were extremely mysterious.

But today, they were standing outside of the temple.

What were they waiting for?

Dust rose on the mountain path at the foot of Peach Mountain, as several horse carriages were approaching at an unbelievably fast speed. It felt as if they were charging.

People in the hall were shocked and wondering what was happening.

”Is it the war starting again?”