1022 God Is Gone, Then What About Haotian? (2/2)

Chu Youxian and Chenqi looked at each other, suddenly turned their bodies and ran towards a certain spot on the cliff yard.

The bottom of their boots stepped onto the hard stone steps, and their breath was as heavy as the mountain wind. They ignored the deacons of the Divine Halls who kept shouting and the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls who were chasing after them, and they just desperately ran towards the depths of the cliff yard.

The two who were prepared to die kept running at an unprecedented speed in this morning, and even their figures became blurred.

The Divine Halls reacted slowly. The deacons and cavalrymen didn't catch up with them until they ran to the middle of the cliff yard. But somehow the pursuers dared not to move forward.

Zhao Nanhai came to the cliff yard from the summit of Peach Mountain. Seeing the two figures, he revealed no emotion on his face, but he felt strange.

If the person in the stone house at the end of cliff yard doesn't want to see the two men from the Tang, they won't make their way to the cliff yard.

Then why would he want to see them?

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While approaching the several stone houses at the end of the cliff yard, Chu Youxian and Chenqi were panting and were almost unable to stand straight, feeling that their lungs were about to explode.

The Divine Halls didn't chase them to the stone houses either due to fear or other reasons. They were actually not surprised, for they had anticipated the current situation.

The man in the stone house was willing to see them, so it appeared he wanted to know Ning Que's message. Chu Youxian was a little puffed up while wiping the sweat off his forehead.

With a soft sound, the door of the stone house was pushed open. Then a middle-aged priest came out from the inside. The middle-aged priest wore an ordinary robe and his appearance was also normal. In many ways, he was not supposed to be normal, but he was indeed normal for his whole life, which was very unusual.

Chu Youxian knew this priest was not the person he was looking for, but his expression was still respectful. And his hands were even properly trembled.

Looking at his deliberate behavior, middle-aged priest asked with a smile, ”What do you want to say or do?”

What did Chu Youxian want to do? He kneeled down without hesitation towards the middle-aged priest and also towards the person in the stone house and said humbly, ”Chu Youxian wants to tell a story.”

The middle-aged priest looked at him quietly, like he didn't expect Chu Youxian would kneel down so naturally and firmly. Chu Youxian didn't give the priest a chance to refuse his request.

Chu youxian was calm. Ning Que chose Chenqi for his strategy and bravery, and chose him for his unscrupulous means.

The middle-aged priest smiled and asked, ”What story?”

Since Chu Youxian and Chenqi were able to come to the front of the stone house, they were allowed to speak out.

Chu Youxian said sincerely, ”The story takes place in a world very similar to ours. In that world, there is a religion similar to Taoism led by God who knows everything and is omnipotent.”

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As the morning light fell, Chu Youxian's throat became drier and drier and his voice became more and more and hoarse. He finally finished the long story.

The middle-aged priest looked at him quietly, then looked back at the stone house and finally looked up at the sky and the clouds, and said, ”It is a very long story.”

The past and present of Christianity and the rise of Protestantism was indeed a long story. Chu Youxian condensed two-thousand-years of history into one story. Looking back, the bloody war of religions seemed a little ridiculous.

Chu Youxian lowered his head respectfully.

The middle-aged priest thought about the whole story, the cooperation and dispute between the royal family and the followers and the distribution of interests, feeling that it was a wonderful story.

”I heard that Mr. Thirteen had told Haotian a lot of stories in the past. I am wondering if he ever told her this one. But at least it proved that he was really a great storyteller.” The middle-aged priest was well aware that the story came from Ning Que. Then he stepped aside, and the door of the stone house appeared in front of Chu Youxian and Chenqi.

The story was only the beginning of the conversation. Ning Que used the grand story as an introduction, making the person inside the stone house curious about what he wanted to say.

Looking at the closed door, Chu Youxian turned paler and paler, and Chenqi was breathing rapidly. For the followers of Haotian in the human world, the person in the stone house enjoyed a unique status and meaning. Even the two were very nervous to confront him.

The middle-aged priest said, ”If you want to say something, just speak.”

Chu Youxian was humbler, and his forehead seemed to be pressed into the ground of the cliff yard. However, what he said in a trembling voice the next moment was blasphemous.

”The god is dead, and so would Haotian.”

”So it is better for the Abbey Dean to think more about what happened in the human world.”

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