1030 The Childish, The Bright, And The Ordinary II (2/2)

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, ”Pipi is optimistic, and thus reached Knowing Destiny. That should be different.”

Ye Hongyu looked into his eyes and asked, ”I don't care how the innocent or the ignorant reached Knowing Destiny. I wondered why the Abbey Dean has promised to give me his life, but seems to be doing the opposite now.”

The middle-aged priest said calmly, ”Probably in some autumn day in a few years of time, when the Abbey Dean will help the Hierarch to reach Haotian's Divine Kingdom, he will present his life to you there, the Great Divine Priest.”

Ye Hongyu said, ”If I'm already dead, it will be a sacrifice rather than a present.”

The middle-aged priest said, ”To sacrifice is also to present.”

Ye Hongyu remained silent. When someone like the Abbey Dean acted shamelessly like a child, probably a few in the world could exceed him.

”Then, I need an explanation.” She stared at the middle-aged priest and insisted, ”A serious explanation.”

To be killed without knowing why, she could not accept that.

The middle-aged priest said, ”My apologies. But I cannot tell you.”

Ye Hongyu turned to Zhao Nanhai. Zhao Nanhai uttered his first words ever since he entered the Divine Hall of Judgment, ”Sorry. I had no idea.”

Then she turned to the Hierarch.

”Then, come on.”

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Thousands of miles away from the West-Hill, there were rich lands, poor villages as well as towns. The night had yet to come. The snow that was left in Chang'an shone under the sunlight like the white color of a painting. There was more snow left on the city wall as if it was a blank paper.

To the south of the city wall, a few black dots were scattered on the blank paper. They were yurts and temporary cabins. Steam arose from two mud stoves next to the cabins. The ashes under the stove were much darker than the snow.

Ning Que stood by the stove and stared at the hot ashes. He was waiting for the sweet potatoes to be well-cooked. But he could not help from thinking of the two lonely tombs located outside the city. There were two jars in the two tombs, which contained two piles of ashes. He recalled the person who collected the ashes years ago, and felt heartbroken. He stood up and walked to the city wall.

Standing behind the city wall, he seemed very lonely. He neither liked such feelings nor showed such feelings to the soldiers behind him. Therefore he tried to look afar and refrained from rubbing his eyes.

Inside the city walls, there were crowds in the streets and lanes. He tried to cover his sentiment by looking at those people. But when he saw the Yanming Lake from some distance, he realized that it was a blind hope. The Old Brush Pen Shop was hidden in the cluttered streets. He felt even more upset and could only hope for change to come sooner.

Having killed thousands of people and drained so much blood, he finally won a chance to negotiate with Taoism and the time to send his words to Peach Mountain.

He had a few words for the Abbey Dean and some other words for Ye Hongyu. They seemed simple, but actually he had drained whatever he had learned in the two lives to compose them. All the information the Academy and Tang's imperial court had collected could only support what he composed. Therefore he was pretty confident in his words.

He was waiting for some good news from Peach Mountain. However he had no idea what he was expecting. He was after all … an ordinary man, not the omniscient Sangsang.