1083 Human Could Never Predict Heaven’s Will (2/2)
Clacks were heard in the yurt while she calculated on the abacus. It was a cheerful melody. The indigo lion was chewing on the chicken bones and wagging its tail cheerfully.
Sangsang's right hand moved fast on the abacus and created one flash after another. She seemed calm and concentrated. On her left hand the flawless bubble appeared again. On the firm and smooth surface of the bubble, a dozen of light spots appeared. If compared to a map of the human world, the spots could represent the Helan City, Chang'an, West-Hill, Song, Lanke Temple, and the heart of the West Wilderness, as well as the beginning or the end of the roads connecting those places.
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The last rain in autumn came. It was extremely cold in the Central Plains. And the war in the human world had finally come to a last round.
The Tang Empire reestablished the navy. Tens of thousands of warships charged toward the South Jin. The kingdom was thrown into chaos after Ning Que's slaughter and could never withstand the Tang. With the help of the increasingly prestigious Sword Garret, the Tang occupied Linkang within a dozen days.
The troops of the Great River Kingdom also crossed the river and proceeded to the north. The sacred sedan alongside with the royal sedan led tens of thousands of people from the Great River Kingdom to fulfill something they could never even think of through generations: to take down the Divine Halls of West-Hill.
The Tang army had entered the border of the Divine Kingdom of West-Hill and came to less than two hundred miles from Peach Mountain. The Sacred Sedan of Judgment had came to the Muyu Town in the south, which was only three hundred miles from Peach Mountain. Being attacked in the south and north, the Divine Kingdom of West-Hill had called back every powerful figure and stationed tens of thousands of cavalrymen around Peach Mountain with layers of defense lines. But everyone knew it clearly: the Divine Halls were endangered.
On the balcony of the white Divine Hall on top of Peach Mountain, Xiong Chumo looked over the human world showered in the autumn rain. Sadness was shown on his skinny face. He had no idea what else he could do. It seemed to be the end, and the time for a conclusion. But he even did not know what he should conclude with.
Where was the Abbey Dean? What had he been doing? Why did Haotian never reply to the praying of the pious followers? Why did Haotian stay aside while the rebellions claimed one victory after another without being punished by Heaven? What the hell was going on? Taoism had been ruling over the world for thousands of years. Was it really doomed now?
Xiong Chumo was outrageously desperate. He cursed the Abbey Dean with the meanest and most bestial words and roared like thunder above Peach Mountain. Pathetically, even until now he did not dare to say the Abbey Dean's name straight forward.
Breeze came from the mountains. It thinned the showering rain and revealed the small town from some distance. The small town seemed tranquil and undisturbed in the autumn breeze and rain.
Looking toward the small town, Xiong Chumo felt gradually calmed down. Even if the Abbey Dean was not coming back, as long as that person was there, the Tang and the Academy would never be able to get close to Peach Mountain. Then what else should he be worried about?
There was actually a lot more to be worried about.
Xiong Chumo stared at the mountains afar in the autumn rain. He could almost see Xu Chi's flag and the horrifying Black Armor Heavy Cavalry of the Tang. He felt the burden on his shoulders becoming heavier and heavier.
”Long Qing is still not heading back with the remaining forces. What is he doing? Does he dare to disobey my order? Furthermore what is he doing in Yan? Waiting to be killed by Ning Que?” Xiong Chumo growled outrageously.
The middle-aged priest stood by his side and said calmly, ”If he could stop Ning Que at Yan, it would be a great contribution to the Divine Halls right now.”
Xiong Chumo sneered, ”I wonder if he could.”
The middle-aged priest said, ”I guess no one else could if he were to fail.”
Xiong Chumo frowned slightly and turned to him. He was not expecting the middle-aged priest to say so highly about Long Qing. He weighed his words and said, ”Hengmu… was killed by Ning Que. Long Qing is not even above the Five States. How could he be a match to Ning Que?”
”I saw Long Qing crawled out of hell in the Abbey many years ago… If there could be a fight between Hengmu and Long Qing, he would definitely kill Hengmu. As for who is more powerful between Long Qing and Ning Que, no one could make any judgement until they have fought their last battle.”
The middle-aged priest said calmly. He had been an observer in Taoism for many years. He knew much more than everyone else would expect. Therefore he was more quiet and calm.
Xiong Chumo said after a pause, ”The enemy is coming. Taoism has to take action.”
The middle-aged priest followed his sight and looked toward the small town in the autumn rain, and said, ”I will go check it out.”