Nightfall

The people who were kneeling in front of the altar and worshipped piously were still pious, but the onlookers drank in unison. This scene felt like a juggler performing a show in Xiangfang, shaking a visitor in the middle of a dangerous life reaction.

The ceremony of praying for the rain and the rain officially ended. The children were preparing to move the altar and practices into the Taoist temple. Unexpectedly, the sky suddenly dimmed at this time, and the lingering spring rain fell again. Sang Sang opened the **** umbrella with both hands, lifted up the small black face and glanced at Ning Que with pride, and the onlookers who did not have umbrellas all around spread out with a buzz, hiding under the eaves beside the street, looking at the names Some embarrassed Daotong finger pointing, even faintly heard the sound of ridicule.

Ning Que looked at this scene and couldn't help laughing, suddenly thought of something, and then looked at the old man who was scrambled in the drizzle, except for the pitiful eyes, he was shocked.

He believed his eyesight. Those wooden sword runes were not tricks, so it could only be ... means of practice! Judging from the knowledge that the old man Lu Qingchen taught him, even if this old Taoist did not enter the third level of spiritual practice, he was at least immersed in the perception of the second level!

Except for the Xiling, the whole world probably has the most practitioners in Chang'an City, but he never imagined that when he took Sang Sang to go shopping, he could meet a practitioner, and this one was about to step into the real world. The Taoist people, even pitifully need to rely on these means to perform.

It is a pity that Taoist Temple wanted to recruit believers in this way, but the Haotian Lord they worshiped did not give much face. Even so, even the saints who had been mentioned by the old man Lu Qingchen who entered the distance, the apocalyptic realm, had no ability to think about it. Calling wind and rain, not to mention an old Taoist who lacks the realm of practice.

Ning Que frowned slightly, looking at the Taoist temple that gradually closed, thinking of something.

Haotiandao is known as the only orthodox church in the world, and its status is respected in various countries. Taoist temples have countless countless taxes. The priests of each branch are respected and respected. In countries like Dahe and Nanjin, when their monarchs ascended the throne It even needs to be blessed and approved by the Taoist Great Priest from Xiling.

But just by watching the ridicule and ridicule of the people, you can know that Hao Tiandao's status in the Datang Empire is far from being comparable to those of the same people in those countries. Although the priest of the southern gate of Haotian Dao was named the Tang Dynasty master, all the world knows that the relationship between the southern gate of Haotian Dao and the Xiling to which Haotian Dao sacrifices the subjective subject has always been detached. In the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, Xiling could not intervene at all.

There are even rumors that Haotian Dao was forbidden to preach in the territory at the beginning of the Tang Dynasty!

Logically speaking, Haotiandao, known as the No. 1 Orthodox Church in the world, has hundreds of millions of believers, and is extremely powerful. It is impossible to endure such oppression and humiliation. In fact, they did not endure it. Behind the curtain of history, there must be a shadow of the Xiling Kingdom.

At that time, the coalition of 17 nations, known as one million, invaded the territory of the Datang Empire, but it was directly crushed into pieces by the imperial iron rider as vigorous as the rising sun. Then, the army of Datang attacked the Yanggu Pass and swept the world like a wave. , Countless broken cities. After this magnificent battle, the so-called coalition dissipated like ice and snow. The three kingdoms were directly conquered by Datang and became the three counties of Hebei Province. These three counties were also the three most painful counties when the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was squeezed north.

What is puzzling is that in this magnificent battle of the world, the Xiling Divine Kingdom has been out of the matter, and the countless hidden strongmen of Haotian Daomen have never shot. Perhaps because of this, when the forces were re-divided after the war, the Datang Empire did not deliberately conquer Haotian Dao, and Hao Tiandao finally obtained the qualification to preach in Datang territory.

After this battle, the Tang empire established itself as the overlord of the world. Hao Tiandao still has the most believers in the world. One is in the world, the other is in religion, sitting and looking at each other, because they have no hands on each other, so they pretend to look. Not seeing each other, gradually losing interest in each other's hands.

This situation has been maintained for thousands of years, and now it has not changed. Therefore, Haotian Dao is still high in other places, and even the smallest Taoism in the Tang Dynasty must pay taxes. In other places, all the people are believers in Haotian Dao. In Datang, even the south gate of Haotian Dao controlled by the court To solicit believers, one has to sadly send out practitioners to perform tricks on the streets to watch the Tang people ...

Walking in the rain, walking under the **** umbrella, Ning Que thought of the previous scene, could not help but smiled and shook his head, said: "The old saying is really pitiful, I don't know our Master Tang Nationality is here Will it be the same in the palace. "

Sang Sang carried a **** umbrella with his right hand and shoulders, and took a piece of wife's cake from the stall that he didn't know from which he was eating with his left hand, and said in a slur: "Young Master, it seems that you like Chang'an."

"One side of the water and one side of the city raises one side, but people's taste can in turn change the taste of the city." Ning Que replied with a smile: "It is better to say that you like Chang'an if you like Chang'an."

Was saying this, his brow suddenly fell slightly, and said: "Three four, seven ... eight."

Sang Sang was stunned for a moment, and stuffed his wife's cake into his little mouth, and his left hand quickly reached a position on his back and scratched twice. Ning Que frowned, took the heavy black umbrella in her hand, and corrected: "Wrong ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ or Qiqi."

"understood."

Changan City, where the spring rain stretches, walks between a straight street and a high street, and between high-rise buildings with cornices, and walks a large black umbrella like a black dusty lotus flower in the pedestrian room with an umbrella and a casket. Under the **** umbrella, Sang Sang was holding his wife's cake in one hand, and Ning Que was tickling incessantly. The faces of the two masters and servants were all happy and satisfied.

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Except for selling umbrellas and carriages, there are probably no businessmen in the world who would like Changan City to have rainy springs every year, and Qinglou is no exception. Because of the accident that happened outside the side door a few days ago, Red Sleeves was forcibly shut down overnight, and some bad rumors and rumours were passed out. Now the fine rain outside the building is suitable for playing the piano, but during the daytime It looks a bit deserted.

The girls who are qualified to have a small private courtyard can't help but get together in front of the building today. After meeting with everyone in Jane, they gathered in the silk and bamboo room to spend their time chatting with melon seeds. Entering, this situation has suddenly changed, and for a time the silver bell-like laughter flooded the building.

In a quiet room on the top floor, a man about 40 years old looked at this scene, looking at the girls under his hands, he couldn't help but frowned, whispering unpleasantly: "One by one Really think of yourself as the eldest lady, Meng San, ask Jane everyone ... remember to be more obedient ... who is that boy, if there is no history to drive him away, I spend money to raise a lady, Not to chat with him. "

"I advise you not to be rude to that boy, because ... he is my last tenant."

By the small wine table, a middle-aged man looked at him and said with a smile, the sword in his waist rested quietly. This person is the owner of all the shops in Lin 47 Lane.