Chapter 603: All night

On the way back from Wan Linan, Xu Yourong will perform the Holy Light technique for Chen Changsheng every once in a while to isolate his breath from this world.
While passing Beishan County, she also gave Chen Changsheng two consecutive blood transfusions.
Regardless of the mind or the true yuan and the most precious Tianfeng true blood and holy light, she has already consumed too much.
And on the cold mountain, in order to save Chen Changsheng, she took the sword of Heavenly Path, and had suffered a lot of injuries.
But she still couldn't rest.
At this time, she stood quietly in the Hall of Light because it allowed her to recover faster, especially to get the supplement of Holy Light.
And here is the closest to there, there is only a wall, if something happens, she can blast through that wall in the shortest time, and rush over.
At this time, the Pope and Chen Changsheng were talking there.
Starry sky, Kyoto is shrouded in silver water, and the eaves are deep in the depths of the palace, relatively retaining the night.
Chen Changsheng lifted the blanket, but did not get up from the wheelchair.
He lowered his head, carefully folded the blanket into a small square, and then raised his head, looking at the Pope, "Uncle, who am I?"
He asked the elderly Tianji about this question.
The answer given to him by Tianji was very positive, but not accurate enough.
The Pope looked at him quietly for a long time. Just when Chen Changsheng thought that he still couldn’t get an accurate answer like the previous few times, the pope slowly said:
At the beginning, I received a letter from your master. I thought you were the nephew who went to Beijing to treat illness. , Healing is self-cultivation, you are doing what you want, and I didn’t show up."
Listening to this, Chen Changsheng remembered what happened after he first entered Kyoto two and a half years ago, and vaguely understood that it should have been Master’s letter before he entered the National College of Education.
The pope walked behind him and pushed the wheelchair towards the temple. The stone steps were slanted with ramps engraved with flow patterns, and the wheels rolled on it, making a rhythmic cluck, just like the pope. The voice at this time was calm with a sense of emotion: "It wasn't until Mei Lisha found me that I knew that he also received a letter."
The night palace was very quiet, the clear water in the pool was shining with starlight, and the mottled clear light was sprinkled on the stone walls and the colonnade. The lush green leaves gently swaggered, and the beauty was almost magical.
"To be honest, until now, I don't know what your master wants to do."
The Pope loosened his wheelchair and walked to the pool to pick up the wooden scoop, hold half a scoop of water, and began to water the green leaves.
The starlight fell from the glass on the roof of the temple and fell on the linen cloth worn by the pope, as if writing countless incomprehensible runes.
Looking at his slightly bowed body, Chen Changsheng asked after a moment of silence: "You don't know what he wants to do, why would he help him?"
"I know very well, what you want to know most is why your master sent you to Beijing...if you are really Prince Zhaoming."
The clear water in the wooden scoop fell into the basin, making a loud noise, not covering the pope's voice, more like a background.
"What your Master wants to do in this life is very simple, is to invite Tianhai from the throne, or to rush down, to return the throne to the Chen, I think... he must have considered you in this regard. .Today, I have vaguely guessed your Master’s intentions, but I am still unsure."
"In the blood case of the State Education College, it was said that it was Uncle Shi that you killed my master personally. Now it seems that of course it is not true."
The Pope’s voice is as soft and pleasant as running water: "The orthodox church is just me and your master. How can I have the heart to kill him? Besides, although he was seriously injured by the sky and sea in the palace, I didn’t want to kill him. Easy thing...I thought this thing would be hidden like this forever, but I didn't expect that you came to Kyoto."
Chen Changsheng said: "Because I came to Kyoto, because of Master's letter, because you have to take care of me, so the Queen Mother will easily find out that my Master is still alive."
"It is said that the old man of Tianji can penetrate the heavens, and they all say that the black robe is unparalleled. In fact, your master is the real conspirator, and he does not mention what his real purpose is to send you to Beijing. The fact is that a crack was torn between Tianhai and me, and that crack will get bigger and bigger."
"Since this crack cannot be repaired, the suspicion between you and the Queen Mother will eventually become hostile."
"Yes, once there is hostility, and once the hostility of the other party is detected, it will become the enemy when it is opposed to each other."
"Doesn't this mean that Master is using your gratitude to him to force you to stand on his side?"
Looking at the pope's back, Chen Changsheng found that he was more and more rickety, more and more like a tired old man, his voice subconsciously lowered, just like the mood at this time.
The Pope’s voice remained calm: "I said, your master is the real conspirator. In his view, anything can be sacrificed for the purpose."
Listening to this, Chen Changsheng felt even more depressed and said, "Why is this the case?"
The Pope’s hand loosened the handle of the wooden scoop, picked up the dry towel beside the basin, and wiped his hands. He said, "I turned against your Master at that time, because I had a different view of the world, and now your Master is trying my best. Forcing me to stand on his side, I can accept it calmly, because time has changed a lot of things, and Tianhai and I have different views on this world."
Chen Changsheng remembered the conversation in this night palace after he came out of Tianshuling.
"I also think that Tianhai should abdicate."
The pope's voice rang in the night palace, the voice was not loud, but the faraway sky above the sky seemed to sound a thunder.
The temple was silent, except for the sound of wooden scoops hanging in the air pouring green leaves in the basin.
I don’t know how long it took. Chen Changsheng said again: "So what about me? What role am I playing? You and Archbishop Meilisha took care of me so much in the past two years, why?"
"I can only guess your Master’s thoughts. Mei Lisha should know more, but you must believe that this old man who has returned to Xinghai will not harm your mind. His thoughts are not exactly the same as those of your Master. He insisted that during this process you will be hurt a lot, but you will also get a lot of benefits."
"benefit?"
"Merissa believes that only this method can cure your disease."
"Can my illness be cured?" Chen Changsheng's voice trembled slightly.
The pope walked up to the wheelchair and looked at his eyes. The sound was as quiet as water: "Fate can be changed, not to mention sick?"
Chen Changsheng's emotions quickly calmed down, and he looked at the pope and asked seriously: "Uncle Master, you knew I was sick."
The Pope said, "Yes."
Chen Changsheng's expression became more serious: "So, do you know that thing?"
Here is the deepest part of the palace, the most quiet, even dark, only the glass on the top of the temple can sprinkle some starlight.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, the wool blanket was folded into neat squares and placed on the side of his legs, and his clothes were thin.
The elapsed star shifted, and the brightest Long Xiang star in the night sky didn't know when it came to the night palace. The starlight fell through the glass and fell on him.
The starlight is softer than snowflakes, and naturally falls silently when it falls, but I don’t know why, as if a slight chirp sounded, as if something was lit.
That's when Chen Changsheng used the starlight to ignite the few stars remaining in his body.
The meridians in his body have been broken, and no matter whether you are born in the Yufu or Xueyuan, there is no place to bleed and bump around.
Soon, his body became hot, and his face and neck exposed outside his clothes, including his hands, became a little red.
Looking over with his eyes, it was light pink, but in his body, it was blood red, because that represented the bleeding inside his body.
As his body temperature became higher and higher, his skin became redder and he was about to change from a healthy illusion to a ghostly ghost. At the same time, a very light breath emanated from the countless pores and facial features on his body. He came out and danced with the night wind and came to the pope.
The Pope's expression suddenly changed, and the endless stars in his deep eyes instantly turned into a violent galaxy.
In those eyes, I can no longer see any kindness, only strong indifference and cold will.
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