Fighter of the Destiny

Everyone in front of the Taoist Hall was slightly shocked when they heard the words, while Taoist Baishi perked up.

Chen Changsheng entered Wenshui City yesterday. In the evening, Wenshui Taoist Hall played music to inform the world, but there was still no response from the Tang family.

It happened that at this time, someone from the Tang family came, and it was the second master who was rumored to have the power of the Tang family.

It was obvious that the Tang family had spies in the Taoist temple and knew that the incident had happened to Taoist Baishi.

Important figures like the second master of the Tang family came to visit immediately in order to save Taoist Baishi's life.

Everyone looked at Chen Changsheng, wanting to know his decision - whether to directly kill Taoist Baishi in the name of the Pope to establish his authority as stated in the letter, or to postpone the matter in accordance with religious law and avoid conflicts with the court and the Tang family. Conflicts intensify?

Guan Feibai looked at Chen Changsheng's side face, not knowing what he would choose, nor how he wanted him to choose.

Are you already the real Pope, or are you the young Taoist priest who first entered Kyoto?

Chen Changsheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

It was not far from morning at this time, the rising sun was on the other side of Wenshui River, and it was not far from the water.

The red morning glow filled the distant sky, and the clouds seemed to be burning, just like the twilight.

He recalled the conversation he had with Tang Sanliu on the big banyan tree in a very similar twilight at the Institute of Chinese Education a few years ago.

Then he remembered another conversation he had with Tang Sanliu on the big banyan tree in the night after the twilight receded in the National Education Academy.

In short, in those years, starting from that inn called Li Ziyuan, he and Tang Sanliu had talked many times.

In those conversations, they talked about many things, not memories of the past, but prospects for the future.

In the dusk, the lake of the National Education Academy was glowing with golden light, and the overfed koi gradually sank into the rotting black mud.

They don't want to live like this.

At that time Xuanyuan Po was on the other side of the lake hitting the tree with his bear's waist.

Tang Sanshiliu said to him, no matter the autumn wind or the spring breeze, we are still young, so we can live as we please.

Now that Xuanyuan Po has returned to Baidi City, there has been no news about him for a long time. Tang Sanliu could no longer follow his own temper and scold whoever he wanted. If he wanted to scold the eighteenth generation ancestors, he would definitely not scold only the seventeenth generation, because now the people worshiping him in the ancestral hall where he was imprisoned were himself. 's ancestors.

In another conversation at night, Tang Sanliu told him that you would be the pope in the future.

He said it’s not easy to be the Pope, right?

Tang Sanshiliu said of course it was not easy.

Tang Sanshiliu also told him that the National Education Academy would be the foundation for his future as a pope, which is why he was so enthusiastic about re-enrolling students in the National Education Academy.

This guy has already thought of the current matter. This guy has always been helping him arrange and deal with many things.

Now it was his turn to make his own decision and deal with it, only to realize that it was indeed very difficult to do.

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Chen Changsheng withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the Taoist Hall.

He made his position very clear.

Taoist Baishi was so shocked that he unleashed all his strength, rushing like a violent wind, chasing his figure in the divine gate, hoping to deliver a fatal blow.

However, there was no way he could touch Chen Changsheng.

Nanke was still standing in front of him, staring at him with a dazed expression.

In his eyes, this little girl looked like a real devil.

With three dull sounds, Ling Hai's iron ruler, Eucalyptus Lin's belt, and Zhanxiu's magic sword all landed on Taoist Baishi's body almost at the same time.

Taoist Baishi fell outside the threshold of the Divine Gate. His bones were broken, blood filled his lungs, and his palace was shattered. It was difficult to stand up again.

His eyes were full of despair, and all the panic and reluctance he felt before his death turned into a scream that was about to burst out from his lips.

He wants to inform the second master of the Tang family outside the woods to come and save me!

Unfortunately, he couldn't let out the scream.

The moment his mouth opened, a rag was stuffed into it like lightning.

Bishop Wenshui came to him at some unknown time.

With his left hand, he stuffed a rag into Taoist Baishi's mouth.

At the same time, he held a short sword in his right hand and stabbed Taoist Baishi into the chest.

The place was very quiet, and the sound of the sword entering the body was so thrilling.

The small half of the sword was exposed, as calm as a mirror, exuding a faint sense of holiness.

Bishop Wenshui's expression at this time was also so calm and holy.

Taoist Baishi's eyes widened, and he made a whooshing sound in his throat. He stretched out his hand to grab the bishop's clothes, but failed.

He kept twitching and struggling, like a fish that had left Wenshui, couldn't breathe, and was about to die, but couldn't get out of control.

Bishop Wenshui looked at Chen Changsheng's back in the Shenmen and said softly: "Your Majesty, please rest for a while. I believe that the second master of the Tang family should be patient and wait for a while."

While he was speaking, he held a rag in one hand to cover Taoist Baishi's mouth, and a sword in the other hand to stab Taoist Baishi's chest.

Taoist Baishi was still struggling and twitching under his hands.

There was no tremor in his voice, it was still so calm, even a little humble.

Eucalyptus couldn't bear to look anymore and turned around.

The King of Linghai showed an expression of appreciation and even some faint admiration.

The divine door slowly closed.

When it was about to close, Guan Feibai saw Bishop Wenshui dragging Taoist Baishi towards the woods, and in the process he casually stabbed Taoist Baishi a few times in the body.

It's a stab, not a stab.

Because to stab is to compare with a sword, and to stab is to kill.

The corners of Guan Feibai's eyes twitched slightly.

This time, it had nothing to do with witnessing the great event of the state religion.

He knew that to be able to be sent to Wenshui City as a bishop by the state sect for so many years, this bishop must be no ordinary person.

But he could never imagine, and it was difficult to accept, that this bishop who seemed so calm, humble, and noble would act like a madman at certain moments.

If there were many such people in the state religion, no, even just a few, that would be terrible.

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Taoist Baishi is the Archbishop of Wenhua Palace, a true giant of the state religion. There is no doubt that he is also a very important person in Shang Xingzhou's plan.

Today, he died like this, in the Taoist temple in Wenshui City.

The other party is bound to react after being so stimulated, especially since this is Wenshui, a Wenshui that is deep and unknown, the Wenshui of the Tang family.

The death of Taoist Baishi undoubtedly showed the attitude of the state religion and Chen Changsheng. They were ready to completely fall out with the Tang family.

Everyone knows that the Tang family in Wenshui is the richest man in mainland China and the head of the four major families, but in fact the hidden strength of the Tang family is far beyond people's imagination.

The history of the Tang family is too long.

The Tang family played the most crucial role in the Tianshu Mausoleum incident three years ago, but not many people knew about it.

If the Tang family had not found a way to defeat the imperial chariot diagram, the Holy Queen Tianhai might still be sitting on the throne.

Now that the secret power of Tianji Pavilion has been taken over by Luoyang Changchun Temple, most of the remaining properties belong to the Tang family, and the Tang family's strength is even more terrifying.

A power like the Tang family is naturally the one that everyone wants to get help from, whether it is the state religion or the imperial court.

Logically speaking, even if the Tang family has obviously become closer to the imperial court in recent years, the state religion should not show such a fierce attitude.

It has to be said that the person who wrote the letter knew Chen Changsheng very well.

He or she knew that Chen Changsheng must take Tang Sanliu out of that ancestral hall.

So no matter how gentle the state religion's attitude towards the Tang family is, as long as this matter does not change, he will eventually fall out with the Tang family.

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(When I wrote about the National Education Academy, I mentioned Huang An’s song “Young Boys Are All Popular… Now they are still teenagers, but they must be more ruthless.”)