Nightfall

Some people say goodbye, more people are still in the field, struggling in the yellow sand, wandering in the lost.

Ye Su and Long Qing sat opposite each other, like the old Buddhist monk who sat and drank tea, and like the Chinese player who sat on Yiqi. He didn't speak, didn't look at each other, covered in blood, and looked a bit miserable.

The wind and sand under the stage had long stopped, and the wind and sand on the stage was about to stop. The two of them were covered with gravel, full of blood, and their clothes were so bad that they seemed to fall at any time.

Long Qing watched Chen Pipi and others leave. Strangely, he didn't seem to care. Some of the temple cavalry had escaped from the chaos, but he didn't hear his order to pursue.

He just sat opposite Ye Su, when the wind and sand finally stopped.

The wind is the cold wind of the winter, and the sand is the gravel in the river plate and the sand scroll. The wind is relatively strong, roaring and roaring, as if there is no end, but in fact, everything has an end.

With a snap, the river and mountain plate on Ye Su's knee broke from it.

There are many pages in the sand scroll in Long Qing's hand. The thick ones are like tombstones in front of the grave.

The cobblestones are very small, and the material is very transparent, not like jade, but it seems to be really superb jade. At this time, it is paved thickly behind Ye Su's body, like a beautiful pearl sea.

Long Qing stood up and blood flowed down from his body and fell in this pearl sea, staining this pearl sea.

The yellow sand in the plate of the river and mountains fell down from the crack-it was real yellow sand. There was only a shallow layer in the disk, and it was only a shallow pile on the ground in front of Ye Su.

Much like a wild grave unattended. Shortened by wind and rain.

The square was stained with blood from the temple and Protestant believers.

The temple cavalry is regrouping, some Protestant believers are dead, some are dying, and many people are still alive, which will later be a massacre.

Ye Su looked at Long Qing and said, "Let them live."

Long Qing said blankly: "I didn't want them to die."

Ye Su was a little surprised, silent, thinking about the meaning.

Long Qing raised his left hand, those **** eyes, anxious to slaughter Protestant believers vented the temple cavalry, no longer dare to take any action. Forced to suppress rapid breathing. Waiting for the command.

The Protestant believers in the field were Ye Su's most loyal followers. Nearly half of them followed him from Linkang City, and even the earliest students in the ugly alley.

People know what will happen in the next moment and desperately rush to that place. Leaders who want to protect them. It was rudely stopped by the temple cavalry and brought down. Cry for a while.

"Actually, you and I know that, as I said at the beginning ... it doesn't make sense, the pain of your followers. The crying of those women makes no sense."

Long Qing looked at Ye Su and said, "From last night to this morning, these things happened did not make any sense. I need this ending. You are also waiting for this ending, why bother?"

Ye Su did not look at him, but looked at the poor believers in the field, silent.

"When I was very young, I entered the TianYuYuan and knew her existence from her and the teacher. You have always been the object of my worship, or the target that I am afraid to chase, but in fact, until these years, I I really feel that you are a great person, because you have embarked on a new path that is completely different from ours. "

Long Qing looked at him and said, "You are not a fanatical religious peddler. Your Protestantism is not an empty talk. You did not use those **** words to lift your followers. On the contrary, you preached calmly. Do a lot of specific and small things. Many people only noticed that the Protestant teachings are very fresh, or that they are invincible, but no one understands what organizational skills and strategies are needed to spread Protestantism. A saint is more like a businessman. "

"I have spent a long time in the Temple of Judgment. I know many things. She is of great help to you, but you are really the decisive factor. Your organizational ability is really strong, and your thinking is not any. There is a loophole. After the Daomen began to clear, you did not lose your calm. You attracted all the attention of the temple with yourself, but secretly dispatched the seven disciples, including the first apprentice Huanhuan, to various places. Time will come out again to continue your mission. "

Ye Su remained silent.

Long Qing looked at him quietly and said, "You can always be silent for your praise. For these worldly abilities other than sacred, you do n’t need to be recognized. You can deny it, but can you tell me, Cheng Zi Where did he go? Why are there only these few Jiangge disciples who followed you from Linkang? Where did they go? Those details that nobody noticed are the places I admire you the most, "

"You have arranged the future, you spread the fire all over the world, then now you are dead, and no one can stop the spread of Protestantism, so you can safely leave the world, even I suspect you have been Waiting for death to come. "

Ye Su finally said: "Death is the most dangerous and terrifying river for everyone."

Long Qing shook his head and said: "But everyone will die, only to see the kingdom of God or the abyss. You can't go to the kingdom of God, and you don't want to go to the abyss. How to die has become the most important thing. To die in obscurity, still die like now. In front of thousands of believers and ordinary people? This choice is not difficult. "

"Death in front of the whole world, awe-inspiring, calm and joyful, seeing death as if it is home, and showing new beliefs, the power of that belief to each life as the representative of his death, which is very good."

"There is no sacred empire in the empire, there is no sacred in the world, there is no sacred in the world, it is the Confucius, and it has to go to heaven to turn into that moon. You and we are all mortals. ... "

Speaking of which, Long Qing paused for a moment, looked at Ye Su's eyes, and said with a complex expression: "The sage will not die, the road will not work, you, you have to die."

Ye Su's expression was calm, and his temples were white. I don't know when a piece of snow drifts, and it hasn't melted for a long time, as if the heat in his body has been captured by Tianshu, and the breath will disappear.

"Actually, I have been thinking about whether Ning Que also thought of this."

Long Qing turned around, and the sea of ​​bloody pearls scattered on the front of the shirt, and he collapsed like the waves at low tide. He looked in the direction of Chang'an City. Facelessly said, "Otherwise he will not come."

Ye Su and his Protestantism. For Tang Guohe and the Academy, it is extremely important that Daomen made a vow to kill Ye Su. According to Daolin's lack of reason, he should be prepared, even if he can't come. Iron Arrow should also come.

Ye Su said: "Or. He did not expect the teacher to be so determined."

This is indeed a possibility. Before last night, no one-including the temple master Xiong Chumo-thought that the Lord was not afraid of the split of the Daomen and chose to kill Ye Su and Ye Hongyu.

"Li slowly or even can't count the teacher's ideas. Why can't Ning Que and Yu Lian count? If they can't, how can they not make arrangements here because of their temperaments?"

Long Qing said: "Ning Que didn't come, Tie Jian didn't come, Yu Lian and Li didn't come slowly, it can only show that they know you want to die, they ... also miss you very much, even hide Li slowly, etc. I was killed by me. "

After saying this, he smiled, his smile was very restrained, only confined to the small area of ​​the corner of his lips, so he looked very ironic. From the beginning to the end, Ye Sudu behaved very calmly, and apparently his death was near, but still so calm. Although this was a situation where there was a mutual understanding, he still felt a little unhappy, so he wanted to expose the intentions of the college This can break Ye Su's state of mind.

Ye Su ’s response was still not as good as he wanted. He said calmly: “I have been enemies with the Academy for twenty years. I know how these people live. I do n’t think they will be so cold in reality.”

In fact, what Long Qing said is very reasonable. Ye Su died and became holy. The disciples had already traveled to various places. The Protestant fire was well preserved. Under the shelter of Tang State and the Academy, with the help of his death news, the spread of Protestantism will surely spread. Becoming more rapid, from this perspective, his life and death are not important to the academy.

But he still thought that the academy would not do that, because it was not in the interest of the academy.

"Li slowly can't bear to see you die in a blaze, Ning Que and Yu Lian are different. They will not only make the Daomen split, but also let the Protestant get a new life in the blaze, they will be very happy."

Long Qing said: "If Confucius and Ke Haoran are still alive, the academy will definitely not do this, because they will not think so, but you should not forget Ning Que and Yu Lian ... both are demons."

Ye Su was silent.

Long Qing continued: "Yu Lian is the Sect Master of Demon Sect and is the most valued person of Lian Sheng, and Ning Que is more like a re-disciplinary disciple of Lian Sheng. Understanding, what Liansheng failed to do, they may not want to do it, they cannot do it. "

What did Lian Sheng want to do? He wanted to make the world a sea of ​​blood, let heaven and earth turn over all beings, let the Daomen fall into ashes, and make this world a brand new one.

In fact, the academy thinks the same way, but the academy in the past will never use such a cold method, but what would the pair of sisters and brothers who really preside over the academy now think?

Ye Su did n’t want to continue anymore. It did n’t make any sense for the Academy to choose for him at this time. He looked up hard, looking at the increasingly blue sky and the rising sun, which was getting shallower, Said: "No matter what the college thinks, I will continue to do what I do."

Long Qing looked at him, and after all showed a bit of respect, said: "Turn yourself into a torch to ignite the whole world? I heard Junmo is also burning Xuankong Temple, are madmen."

Listening to Jun Mo's name, Ye Su's face smiled and said, "In the end, I was doing the same thing as him. I'm very proud, and he will feel proud when he comes."

This sentence is very proud of itself, proud of Jun Mo was his own opponent, proud of being beyond himself, proud of standing taller than in those years, you can see farther away.

Or because he was standing in the small courtyard and standing on the woodpile at this time. He was tied to a cross-shaped wooden frame.

Long Qing stood in front of the woodpile and looked at him and said, "I will ignite myself."

Ye Su no longer looked up at the sky, his eyes were squinted by the morning sun, and he looked at him and asked, "What I don't understand is that, since you know everything, why did you come to light this fire for me."

Long Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "The teacher has a life. He has to obey."

The two people at the top and bottom of the wood pile had the same teacher. Ye Su looked at the dilapidated scrolls in his waist and said, "The teacher knows why he wants to come here, why do he bother this innocent book."

Long Qing was silent, and then said: "Since people can write, then there will be no need for heavenly books in the future."

Listening to these words, Ye Su understood something.

He and Long Qing have never heard the dialogue between the Lord God and the middle-aged Taoist on the cliff of Taoshan, but they are disciples of Lord God and are great figures of Taoism. Read classics since childhood. At this time, it was only a very simple conversation, and I understood the true intention of the subject, and my emotions became a little unstable.

Ye Suwang looked somewhere in the distance, wondering if he was keeping his mind or was in Linkang City. Youyou said: "Know its males. Keep her females. For the world's streams. For the world's streams, Changde will not leave and return to the baby."

Long Qing listened to this passage. Silent for a long time, and then recite: "Knowing its white, keeping its black, is the world style. For the world style, Changde is not bad, return to Promise."

Ye Su said: "We are the road, the truth and the life, follow us, and we will walk out of the dark valley, with the greatest joy ... It turns out that this is also the guard."

Long Qing lowered his head, wondering whether he was looking at the horrible and ugly hole under his shirt, or looking at the thick ground, and his voice seemed to flow out of his lips: "We can be Haotian ourselves."

Ye Su smiled and said: "It turned out that this was the case from the beginning."

Long Qing raised his head, looked at him in the sunlight, and said, "You are right."

Ye Su said: "There is no right or wrong."

"The teacher thinks you are right, then that is right."

Speaking of which, Long Qing paused. He thought he would have some jealousy. He didn't expect the mood to be such a calm, but with some emotion: "In the end, you are the most proud of him."

Ye Su thought for a while and said, "Right or wrong, after all, it depends on the final outcome."

Long Qing said: "What you do, what the teacher and the teacher do, what will happen, is no longer destined."

Ye Su said: "Yes, there will be no sky, naturally no sky is destined."

Long Qing glanced into the distance and said, "It has been long enough."

Ye Su said: "Since the people you waited for haven't come, it really doesn't seem to come."

Long Qing took the torch from the hands of a priest, walked over to the pile, and thought about it. After all, he said nothing, put the torch on the edge of the pile, and then backed away.

Fire is one of the most wonderful phenomena in nature. It can be transmitted or copied. It can be changed from the most subtle firefly to the wildfire of Liaoyuan. This is definitely not possible with the opposite water.

The flame on the torch licked the dry wood next to it. After a while, the edge of the dry wood was burnt with black charcoal, and a green smoke and a bright flame were roasted. If this continued, the fire gradually spread away.

Most of the dry wood piled in the small yard was chopped by Long Qing himself. He selected it carefully, no matter how long or thin it was, it was very suitable for burning, and the fire soon became bigger.

In the previous battle, the courtyard wall has collapsed a lot. At this time, with the crackling of the woodpile, the wall tiles fell down, and the picture of the woodpile burning fell in everyone's eyes.

Tens of thousands of Protestant believers and Song people who were ordered to observe the torture in front of them watched this scene, and some people felt extremely sad, some felt unbearable, and gradually cried out.

Ye Su's clothes began to burn, and the bright yellow flames gradually crossed his knees and devoured his people.

I don't know who was kneeling down first, probably a Protestant believer, ignoring the threat of the temple cavalry, facing him on the torture platform, kneeling down and knocking his head again and again.

Immediately afterwards, more people knelt down, and even the tens of thousands of Song people who came to observe the torture were shocked by the peaceful look on the torture platform and knelt down uncontrollably.

The crying grew louder and gradually merged into a torrent straight into the sky.

Ye Su suddenly said: "When the night comes, the sun's brilliance will be overshadowed, and the sky and the earth will fall into darkness. People will be cheered for it, because that is the real life."

At this time he was in the fire, suffering a painful baptism.

He calmly repeated his predictions.

Because he didn't want believers to cry, people grieved because of themselves.

Those Protestant believers outside the small courtyard, who wanted to rush in to save him, were severely cut down by the temple cavalry with a knife, fell in the pool of blood, heard his voice in pain, and began to follow instinctively.

Protestant believers in the distance began to repeat this sentence because they were his followers, and the rest of the Song people, or sympathized with his experience and pity his outcome, listened silently, but somehow The meaning in this sentence was attracted, and finally began to follow it.

"When the night comes ..."

"The sky and the earth fall into darkness ..."

"... that is truly alive."

Tens of thousands of voices echoed on the square.

Previously it was crying, and now the sky dome seemed to be trembling. The clouds that were scattered by the sunlight and flowed to Shino were all shaken back, like the clear water flowing into the bottom of the bowl.

But it gives people an extremely silent feeling, and the pious and dedicated chanting sounds, just like Ye Su said before, such as the cicada in the forest, and the waterfall in the wind, so that the whole world is silent.

Long Qing didn't do anything, didn't let the temple cavalry to suppress and stop drinking, even if the people's chanting clearly represented the support for Protestantism and dissatisfaction with Daomen.

He just looked silently at Ye Su on the woodpile ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The emotions were so complicated that he couldn't even understand what he had experienced and whether those things he knew would make him truly calm.

The voice of Wan Min Song reading is becoming more and more regular and louder, just like the drum on the battlefield, but it is not blindly inspiring, and gradually has a sense of divine solemnity, covering the entire city, and even the wider world.

Ye Su's voice became weaker and looser, and when he repeated it for the third time, the words in his lips were already fragmented and murmured, and he could not hear them at all.

Because the ruthless flames have crossed his knees and plated between his chest and abdomen like golden light, his body is burning and he is being forbidden to suffer the most painful punishment or baptism.

Long Qing looked at him in the fire as if he heard him saying: Look, they didn't pray.

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(The chapter name comes from memory, and the number 1118 said the day before yesterday is my n.) (Unfinished to be continued ...)