On the way back from Wanli South, Xu Yourong had to perform the Holy Light Technique for Chen Changsheng every once in a while to isolate his breath from this world.

When she passed by Beishan County, she also lost two consecutive blood to Chen Changsheng.

She has consumed too much of her mind, true energy, and the most precious Tianfeng true blood and holy light.

Moreover, in order to save Chen Changsheng, she took over the sword of the Heavenly Dao on Hanshan and was seriously injured.

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 receive supplements from the holy light.

Moreover, it is closest to there, only a wall is separated by a wall. If something happens, she can break through the wall in the shortest time and rush over.

At this time, the Pope and Chen Changsheng were talking there.

The stars are in the sky, and Kyoto is covered with silver water light. The depths of the palace are full of eaves, and there are relatively more night colors.

Chen Changsheng lifted the blanket, but did not stand up from the wheelchair.

He lowered his head, folded the blanket into a small square very seriously, then raised his head, looked at the pope and said, "Uncle Master, who am I?"

He asked the old man Tianji about this question.

The answer given to him by the old man Tianji is very affirmative, but it is not accurate enough.

The Pope looked at him quietly for a long time. Just when Chen Changsheng thought that like the previous few times, he still couldn't get the exact answer, the Pope slowly spoke: "At the beginning, I received a letter from your master. I thought you were my nephew who went to Beijing to treat diseases. Treating diseases means self-cultivation, and what you cultivated is to fulfill your wishes, so I didn't come forward."

When Chen Changsheng heard this, he remembered the things that happened after entering Kyoto two and a half years ago. He vaguely understood that the master's letter should have been sent to Kyoto before he entered the National Education Academy.

The Pope walked behind him and pushed the wheelchair toward the hall. On both sides of the stone steps were slanted with cloud patterns, and the wheels were rolling on it, making a very rhythmic giggle, just like the Pope's voice at this time, with a calm feeling of emotion: "It was not until Merrisha found me later that I realized that he had also received a letter."

The night hall is very quiet. The clear water in the pond is shining with stars, the stone walls and corridor columns are covered with mottled light, and the dense green leaves are gently swaying, beautiful and almost weird.

"To be honest, until now, I don't know what your master wants to do."

The Pope let go of the wheelchair, walked to the pool and picked up the wooden scoop, served half a scoop of water, and began to water the green leaves.

Starlight fell from the glass on the roof of the temple and fell on the cloak that the pope wore, as if writing countless incomprehensible runes.

Chen Changsheng looked at his slightly bent body, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "You don't know what he wants to do, so why would he help him?"

"I know very well that the thing you want to know the most is why your master sent you to Beijing...if you are really Prince Zhaoming."

The clear water from the wooden scoop fell into the basin and made a rustling sound, which did not cover the pope's voice, but was more like a background.

"What your master wants to do in his life is very simple. It is to invite Tianhai from the throne, or to rush it down and let the throne return to Chen's family. I think... He must have considered this in his request to let you enter the capital. Today, I have vaguely guessed your master's intention, but it is still impossible to confirm."

"The massacre of the National Education College back then said that you killed my master with your own hands. Now it seems that of course it is not true."

The pope's voice was as soft and nice as flowing water: "The orthodox national religion is only me and your master. How could I bear to kill him? Besides, although he was seriously injured by Tianhai in the palace, it was not so easy for me to kill him... I thought this matter 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 my master's letter, because you have to take care of me, the Holy Queen will easily find out that my master is still alive."

"It is said that the old man Tianji can understand the way of heaven, and it is said that the black robe is unparalleled in strategy. In fact, your master is the real planner. Not to mention what his real purpose of sending you to Beijing, just saying that he deliberately let Tianhai know that he is still alive is equivalent to tearing a crack between me and Tianhai, and the crack will become bigger and bigger."

"Since this crack cannot be compensated, the suspicion between you and the Holy Queen will eventually become hostile."

"Yes, once you have hostility and once you find the hostility of the other party, you will become an enemy when you stand against each other."

"Doesn't this mean that the Master is using your kindness to him back then to force you to stand on his side?"

Chen Changsheng looked at the pope's back and found that he was getting more and more hunched, more and more like a tired old man. His voice subconsciously became lower, just like his mood at this moment.

The pope's voice was still calm: "I said that your master is the real planner. In his opinion, anything can be sacrificed in order to achieve his goal."

Chen Changsheng felt even more depressed as he heard this, 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, saying, "I turned against your master back then because I had different views on this world. Now your master used all his skills to force me to stand on his side, but I can accept it calmly because time has changed a lot of things. Tianhai and I have different views on this world."

Chen Changsheng remembered the conversation he had in this night hall after coming out of the Heavenly Book Tomb.

"I also think Tianhai should abdicate now."

The pope's voice rang in the night hall, not loud, but a thunder seemed to sound from the extremely distant night sky.

The hall was silent, except for the sound of the wooden scoop hanging in the air pouring water into the green leaves in the basin.

I don’t know how long it took, Chen Changsheng said again: “So what about me? What kind of role am I playing? Why are you and Archbishop Meilisha taking care of me in the past two years?”

"I can only guess what your master thinks. Meilisha should know more, but you have to believe that this old man who has returned to Xinghai will not harm you. His thoughts are not exactly the same as your master's thoughts. He insists that you will suffer a lot of harm in this process, but you will also gain a lot of benefits."

"benefit?"

"Merrisa believes that only in this way can you cure your disease."

"Can my illness be cured?" Chen Changsheng's voice trembled slightly.

The Pope walked to the wheelchair and looked at his eyes, his voice as quiet as water: "Fate can be changed, let alone just a disease?"

Chen Changsheng's mood quickly calmed down. He looked at the pope and asked seriously: "Uncle Master, you have known that I am sick for a long time."

The pope said, "Yes."

Chen Changsheng's expression became more serious: "So, do you know that thing too?"

This is the deepest part of the palace, the quietest, and even darkest. Only the glazed glass on the top of the palace can scatter some stars.

He sat in a wheelchair, with the wool blanket folded into neatly small squares placed on his legs, and his clothes were thin.

As time passes, the brightest dragon-soar star in the night sky has arrived at the night hall at some point. The starlight fell through the glass and fell on him.

The starlight is softer than the snowflakes, and it is naturally silent when it falls. However, for some reason, it seems like a slight sneer sounds, as if something is ignited.

It was Chen Changsheng who used the starlight to ignite the little starlight remaining in his body.

The meridians in his body have all been broken, and no matter what the true essence produced in the You Mansion or the snow field has flowed out, and it has collided everywhere.

Soon, his body became hot, and his face and neck exposed outside his clothes, and his hands became a little red.

Looking through his eyes, it was a light pink, but in his body, it was blood red, because it meant that blood was bleeding inside his body.

As his body temperature grew higher and higher, his skin became redder and he was about to turn from a healthy illusion to a strange ghost. At the same time, a very faint breath emanated from countless pores and facial features on the surface of his body, and rose up with the night wind and came to the Pope.

The pope's expression suddenly changed, and the endless stars in his deep eyes turned into a violent galaxy in an instant.
Chapter completed!