Nightfall

Arrangement of the Great Divine Priest of Judgment

A middle-aged Taoist reached out his hands to close the Classics and walked out of the hut slowly with his hands held behind him. He looked at his companion at the stone steps and said, “I didn’t expect there to be so many people of thisgeneration to be on the “Ri” book.”

The Taoist at the stone steps asked confusedly, “Who is on the book today?”

“Ning Que.”

“It sounds a little familiar… is it the Academy scholar who beat Longqing?”

“Yes. Although this lad has not yet entered Seethrough, he has already received Tao enlightenment. So he’s eligible for entrance on the book.”

The Taoist at the stone steps was slightly startled but immediately praised, “Headmaster of Academy is really awesome.”

“Yeah.” The other Taoist shook his head and said with complicated emotions, “Although Headmaster of Academy was not in Chang’an when this little lad called Ning Que entered the Second floor of the Academy, this lad is still his student after all. This lad is so young but has started to learn Talisman Taoism. I believe that the name will appear in the first few pages of the “Ri” book in a little more than a decade.”

They finished talking about this thing before discussing something lighter. The Taoist said goodbye to his companion and walked forward along the edge of a quiet lake in front of the hut. Accompanied by lakes, mountains and forest winds, he walked out the Taoist temple after a short time.

As the breeze blowing from the cliff landed on his face, he squinted at the misty mountain at a distance and the majestic Taoist temples towering over the mountain. He smiled peacefully.

It was quiet outside the simple Taoist temple’s walls, which seemed to quietly watch the bustle, majesty and nobleness in the world over there. Inside the Taoist temple, there was an old board with an inscription of “Zhi Shou”, which held traces of being ravaged by the wind and rain.

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The storm sea was hundreds of kilometers away from the east. A horrifying four-season hurricane landed on the shore before passing hilly mountains and rivers to become a touch of breeze with plenty of moisture and coolness here. However, it did not have any destructive ability. So unlike Chang’an City, it was not stuffy in summer.

This country was not large. It was not prosperous, for its commerce was underdeveloped. Except for devout believers kowtowing around the mountains to worship the God, there were not so many other people. However, the sinister hurricane came here to become the breeze and drizzle. Therefore, there were beautiful but not dangerous mountains, quiet but not fast rivers, rich plains, and quiet forests with crying deers. It was really a land favored by Haotian. Because of the beautiful hills in the west, this country was named “West-Hill”.

In Zhishou Abbey deep inside the mountain, one could see a mountain from afar. It was the Peach Mountain. Although the peaches in the mountain had been cut by someone holding some wine and a sword many years ago, it has long since recovered thanks to the spring rain and fertile lands favored by Haotian. Among the mountain, the peaches of a different strain have been in full bloom from early spring to late summer, whose lush growth was rather attractive.

Above the Peach Mountain, there were several neat and smooth cliff squares, as if Firmament had released the power of God and abruptly split them open with an enormous ax. There were innumerable different Taoist temples built on the cliff squares, which together became a brilliant solemn temple complex. It was the West-Hill Divine Palace.