1776: C1776 Prepare a Coffin

C1776 Prepare a Coffin

It had been seven or eight hours since the morning sun had risen from the western mountains. It was now around two in the afternoon.

During this time, Taoist Hongchen sat cross-legged in front of the main hall's door like a statue, not moving at all. The other nuns in the temple also seemed to have disappeared, not a single one.

Yang Xue's group was the only one in the huge, dilapidated temple.

Taoist Hongchen didn't move, neither did they.

It was not that he didn't want to, it was that he didn't dare to move.

Even though the man and woman behind Yang Xue were Western envoys, they still maintained absolute respect and silence in front of Taoist Hongchen.

Just when Yang Xue thought about her future life and wished that it would really be like what she had heard in the legends, Taoist Hongchen slowly opened his eyes. The price for a sixty-year-old's suffering was immortality and it would be a life that she yearned for very soon.

Coincidentally, the corner of Yang Xue's eyes made contact with the pair of pupils, and at the same time, her heart skipped a beat as she thought of a phrase: Ancient Pond.

This pool had existed since the ancient times many, many years ago.

How could a person's eyes be so clear, as pure and flawless as a baby's?

Was this even the look in the eyes of a white-haired, white-browed old demon?

And most importantly, there was also a trace of dissatisfaction in those infant-like pure and flawless eyes.

Discontent with the world.

Subconsciously, Yang Xue took a step back.

The two emissaries from the West took a step back in response, but then they bent down and raised their hands to cover their chests. This was the legendary place in the West, where people respected them when they met.

Taoist Hongchen didn't look at the two of them. He just stared at Yang Xue indifferently. The dissatisfaction in his eyes had already disappeared. It had become so vivid, yet it was still incomparably ethereal.

A voice that seemed to come from the deepest parts of the earth sounded out, "You're called Yang Xue?"

Yang Xue had already lived in the Celestial Clouds Monastery for more than sixty years, but Taoist Hongchen did not seem to be sure of her name.

However, Yang Xue did not feel this way, because she knew that Taoist Hongchen had never cared about her.

Bending over, Yang Xue covered her chest with her hand and answered respectfully, "Yes, my name is Yang Xue."

Just when Yang Xue thought Taoist Hongchen was going to tell her something, the woman who shouldn't belong to this world said to the two Western emissaries, "In the west of your world, there is the legend of Pandora's Box. You have now opened this magic box. Disaster has begun to descend from this moment onwards. "

The female emissary slightly raised her waist, looked at Taoist Hongchen and said, "Opening Pandora's Box is because someone needs disaster. Disaster was not a good thing for most people, but if there was no end to disasters in this world, it meant that the world needed disaster, needed it to destroy something, and then be reborn from that destruction. After your rebirth, your eyes will be as pure as those of a Taoist. "

"It's only been forty years since the catastrophe, and the order is about to be rebuilt?"

Taoist Hongchen's snow-white eyebrows slightly furrowed, then he said: "Also, the order in the Eastern World doesn't seem to require the intervention of Western World, right? If you want to complete an order, you can do it in the west. Is there a need to come here? "

"From ancient times until now, the Western World has never stopped reorganizing itself. You do not need to doubt this."

The female emissary's voice seemed to carry a hint of a smile: "The reason why we are meddling in matters in the east is because someone from your side has invited us here. Just like those wars in the nineteenth century, if it weren't for your permission from the east, how could the Western Alliance have set foot on this ancient land? "

Taoist Hongchen sighed and said, "Go back, it's been so many years. Have you succeeded? There's still time to go back and preserve some of the fire essence. If we don't go back now, it'll really be too late. "

Disdain was clearly seen in the man's eyes as he said, "I really don't understand why you value the Holy Empire so much."

"Because you don't understand how terrifying the Sleeping Lion of the Divine Province will be once it wakes up. Even Liubo Mountain can't quell its anger."

Taoist Hongchen said softly.

Liubo Mountain!1

Was it the legendary land of immortality where one controlled the Eastern World?

Yang Xue's heart palpitated when she heard that.

"Taoist Hongchen, you seem to be exaggerating. In the past two hundred years, the people of the Divine State have suffered too much humiliation … Hehe, this is more than enough for the Sleeping Lion to wake up."

However, the male envoy had an expression of disapproval: "Besides, I don't believe that Liubo Mountain can't control this world."

The female emissary continued, "Even if our Liubo Mountain is unable to discipline his useless child, there is still our Atlantis."

"You guys have interfered too many times already."

Taoist Hongchen slightly narrowed his eyes, and his tone became cold: "You will be punished."

However, the male emissary looked relaxed: "Taoist Hongchen, as far as I know, you have a lot of respect for the Taoism. But why did he keep mentioning the word 'retribution'? "Could it be that retribution should not be Buddhist?"

"Buddha is the Dao. Have you never heard these words before?"

Taoist Hongchen still said indifferently: "Also, in the past two thousand years, the few famous calamities in the history of the Divine Region are all related to Demonic Tao. It is only during the past six hundred years that your Demonic Tao has gradually declined. When you were meddling in the transformations in the east, your Demonic Tao was precisely the time when you were the most depressed, and it did not cause any trouble for you at all. "

"And the Shura."

When Taoist Hongchen said these four words, he sighed lightly: "Asura, has also entered society. All of this is not something that the Heavenly Dao can control. How can you all have the confidence to resist the combined might of Asura, Human, and Devil? "

The relaxed expression on the male messenger's face slowly disappeared and he said, "Those are only legends in the east." No matter whether it is the Asura Dao or Demonic Tao, they seem to be unable to contend against us. "

"Isn't Atlantis in the legends?"

When Taoist Hongchen said this, his white eyebrows slightly creased. He sighed again and murmured, "Sigh, too late. Too late. What should be here, has finally come."

"What's late? Who will come? "

As the male envoy subconsciously asked this question, he heard light footsteps coming from outside the moon gate not too far away.

He turned his head and saw a small Daoist nun wearing a green Daoist robe walk in from outside the door.

The nun bowed slightly and did not say anything. Taoist Hongchen waved his horsetail whisk and said calmly, "Invite the guests in."

"Yes."

The little nun responded softly and turned around to leave. However, Taoist Hongchen said: "Just sit around and ask the funeral home to prepare a coffin for them."

The nun with the Daoist title that sat leisurely once again replied, "Yes, then she turned around and quickly left."

Preparing a coffin?

What was she going to do with the coffin?

At this moment, Yang Xue, who had been standing quietly at the side, suddenly felt a strong uneasiness. She couldn't help but take a few steps toward the female emissary.

The male Emissary was obviously confused by Taoist Hongchen's orders, but he soon seemed to understand something and looked towards the direction of the Moon Gate.

The sound of footsteps could be heard outside as a group of people walked to the door of the moon.

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