บท 835: The Old Estate's Ancient Well, Pickled Vegetables and Porridge

Chen Changsheng was welcomed by a very simple wooden gate.

But the stone ledge over the gate was built with meticulous care, and it was ridiculously tall, even higher than the gate itself. From top to bottom, it was covered in countless wooden tablets.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and could make out many familiar signatures.

These signatures belonged to generations of Emperors and Popes.

There were Emperors from the Zhou Dynasty, Emperors from the previous dynasty, and even the esteemed names of Emperors from even more ancient times that he had only ever heard about in history books.

The names of those Popes were even more familiar. He realized that the name of the Pope at the very bottom was that of his martial grandteacher.

The Emperor at the very bottom was Emperor Taizong.

There was no Tianhai Divine Empress and no Pope of the previous generation.