919 God Gets Sick Part Ⅱ (1/2)

Two years ago, Chen Cun and the other two red-robed divine priests helped Ning Que and Sangsang escape in Chaoyang City. In their subsequent journey of escaping, the divine priests of the Divine Hall of Light had also helped them a lot secretly. What they had done for Ning Que and Sangsang back then was difficult to understand in the eyes of the world, for Sangsang was the daughter of Invariant Yama. What's worse, it was an unbearable betrayal that the Taoism couldn't accept.

The Divine Hall was furious about this, especially the Hierarch. Thus, a bloody purge and punishment swept through Taoism quietly. In just a few months, many Taoists died without the outside world knowing.

After Chen Cun's death, the Taoist Hall in the Qi Kingdom fell prey to a red-robed divine priest trusted by the Hierarch, and the subordinates who were loyal to Chen Cun were severely tortured. As a trusted follower of Chen Cun, the middle-aged divine priest was not spared either. Although he survived and kept his title of divine priest by handing all the properties he had accumulated over the past decades to the new red-robed divine priest, he no longer held his old position. He served as a handyman in the Taoist Hall. Any ordinary deacon, even a guard, would berate him.

The middle-aged divine priest had expected that he would live like this until his last day, but he would rather endure endless humiliation than leave, for he wanted to keep eyes on the hall for Chen Cun and wait for the revival of the Divine Hall of Light. Most importantly, he was still waiting for the young couple who came to seek medicine herbs that year.

The beginning of the West Hill literary canon laid out that one would be rewarded for believing in Haotian. The middle-aged divine priest finally got his reward and saw Ning Que again.

The spring rain was chilly, and the ground in front of the main entrance of the Taoist Hall was wet. Ning Que listened quietly to the middle-aged divine priest's remarks about the past two years, and then asked, ”Where is everyone else?”

Through what the middle-aged divine priest had said, Ning Que knew that the Divine Hall of Light that had already been weakened for over a decade and was almost swamped in the bloody purge. The divine priests who were sent by the Divine Hall of Light to the countries were nearly all gone, which made it impossible to continue the heritage.

The middle-aged divine priest cried while talking.

Ning Que was silent.

At this moment, the indifference voice of Sangsang came out of the carriage behind him, ”Go inside.”

The Divine Hall of Light had changed last spring, and many Taoist followers figured out what happened vaguely, and so did the middle-aged divine priest, for he belonged to the faction of Divine Hall of Light. He struggled for years in the despotic power of the new red-robed divine priest and the ridicule of those deacons. It was because he had faith.

He knew Ning Que's relationship with Haotian. Hearing the voice from the carriage, he suddenly turned very pale and trembled fiercely, as if he would faint in the next moment.

How could he possibly faint at such a crucial moment? The middle-aged divine priest bit his tongue, forced himself to wake up with pain, and then desperately pushed the main entrance of the hall wide open.

The main entrance of the Taoist Hall was very thick and heavy. It seemed that he used all of his strength because his teeth and joints were squeaking. The expression on his face looked like a mixture of crying and laughing at the same time, which seemed like he had gone mad.

It was the red-robed divine priest ,favored by the Hierarch, who was in charge of all the Taoist affairs in the Qi Kingdom now. The deacons and guards responsible for the safety of the main entrance were all loyal to the new red-robed divine priest, and the deacons indulged themselves in wine and food behind the door at this moment.

They were annoyed when the middle-aged divine priest opened the door just a crack. Seeing what he had done, they were extremely furious.

With the door wide open, the wind blew the rain outside into the hall, which made the ash under the bronze furnace float around and the broth in the copper pot blended with rain. How could they not be angry?

”Are you fucking out of your mind? Didn't you see that we are eating?”

”Shut the door now, or I will beat you!”

Shouts and scoldings rose one after another.

Normally, the middle-aged divine priest would have already apologized and tried to remedy if he were scolded like this. However, he did no such things today.

He drew the reins and led the carriage to the hall. He looked humble, but didn't lay eyes on the deacons and guards.

Seeing this, the deacons and guards felt surprised, and some even laughed in extreme anger. One deacon knocked the edge of the pot with his chopsticks and cursed loudly.

Looking at these deacons and guards, Ning Que thought of the followers who kneeled down and asked for medicine help in the rain outside the hall. Ning Que shook his head indignantly.

The deacon knocked the edge of the pot even louder and shouted out some worse swear words.

Ning Que put his hand on the hilt which was cold due to the rain.

He did not make a move because this was the Taoist Hall.

All of a sudden, the deacon who cursed noticed that something fell into the copper pot in front of him, giving off an intense smell of boiled meat.

The deacon was surprised. He swayed his chopsticks in the soup and found a pork tongue.

”The pork tongue is too big. Why didn't you chop it before putting into the pot?”

He blamed and scolded as he usually did, but only found that he couldn't make a sound and his companions who were sitting by the table looked at him in a shocked and weird way.

It was as if he was a ghost.

The deacon was stunned, and then found that the front part of his robe was full of blood. Shouting in panic, he still couldn't make a sound but rather spit a lot of blood!

Only until then did he notice that his tongue was gone!

His tongue was rolling in the boiling soup!

He turned pale and looked muddled. He subconsciously held the chopsticks with trembling hand and reached into the soup, trying to get his half-boiled tongue out.

At this moment, a straight blood line appeared on his wrist.

His right hand which held the chopsticks was cut off from the wrist, then fell into the boiling soup with a splash.

The boiling hot soup fell on him, but he had no reaction at all because he had already gone mad.

The deacons at the table were burned by the spilled soup. Their streaming only lasted for a short time, for they also lost their tongues in the next moment.

All of a sudden, silence hung in the main entrance of the Taoist Hall.