Chapter 4 Three Treasures Night Talks about Juyang Hall

Since then, it has been out of control. In the nearly 100 years since then, a total of 17 brides have disappeared in the Yujun Mountain area. Sometimes they lived together for more than ten years, and sometimes two people disappeared in just one month. A terrifying legend spread quickly: There is a ghost bridegroom living in Yujun Mountain. If he takes a fancy to a woman, he will kidnap her on the way to get married, and then eat the team to send her relatives.

Originally, this matter could not be reported to the sky, because although seventeen brides were missing, there were more than a thousand brides who were safe and sound. Anyway, I can't find it, and I can't guarantee it, so I can only make do with it. It's just that there are fewer people who dare to marry their daughters to this area, and local newcomers don't dare to make a big deal of it when they get married. But it was precisely this seventeenth bride whose father was an official. He is quite fond of his daughter. He heard the legend here and carefully selected forty military military officers to escort his daughter into marriage, but her daughter is still gone.

This time the ghost bridegroom poked the hornet's nest. The people that this official master could find in the world had no way to take it, so he joined a group of officials and friends in a rage, and frantically performed a wave of rituals. This finally alarmed the priests above. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible for those tiny mortal voices to reach the ears of the heavenly gods.

Thanks for the pity: "This is generally the case."

Because the two people's expressions were very uncooperative, he didn't know whether they were listening or not. If I didn't listen, I had to say it again. Nan Feng raised his head and frowned, "What do the missing brides have in common?"

Thanks for the pity: "There are rich and poor, beautiful and ugly, wives and concubines, in a word: there are no rules. It is impossible to judge what the taste of this ghost groom is."

Nan Feng gave a "um", took a sip from the teacup, and seemed to start thinking. However, Fu Yao didn't even touch the tea Xie Lian pushed him, so he was slowly wiping his fingers with a white handkerchief, wiping his brows and eyes indifferently: "His Royal Highness, how do you know it must be a ghost bridegroom? But not necessarily, no one has ever seen it, how do you know if it is male or female, old or young? Do you take it for granted?"

Xie Lian smiled and said: "The scroll was summed up by the civil servants of the Lingwen Temple, and the ghost bridegroom is just a folk name. However, what you said makes sense."

After saying a few more words, Xie Lian found that the two little military officers were quite clear in their thinking. Although their expressions were not good, they were unambiguous in their discussions, which was quite gratifying. Looking out the window, it was getting late, and the three of them left the store for the time being. Xie Lian wore a hat and walked for a while, and suddenly realized that the two behind him were not keeping up, and looked back in confusion, but the two were also looking at him in confusion. Nanfeng asked, "Where are you going?"

Thanks for the pity: "Looking for the land to settle down. Fu Yao, why are you rolling your eyes again?"

Nan Feng asked again in confusion: "Then why do you want to go to the barren mountains and mountains?"

Xie Lian often sleeps on the street with a meal and sleeps on the street. After finding a piece of cloth, you can lie down for the night. Naturally, he is used to finding a cave to make a fire. After he reminded him, he realized that Nanfeng and Fuyao are both military attaches under the seat of the god of war. , If there is Nanyang Temple or Xuanzhen Temple nearby, you can go in directly, why do you need to sleep in the wilderness?

After a while, the three of them found a tattered earth temple in a very inconspicuous corner, with a broken incense and a dish that looked very deserted, offering a round and small stone earth lord. Thanks for calling a few times, this land has been worshipped for many years and no one has been called. When I heard someone calling, I opened my eyes and saw three people standing in front of the temple, the left and right sides were covered with a layer of upstart-like aura , couldn't see his face at all, jumped up in shock, and said tremblingly: "What do the three immortal officials have to command?"

Xie Lian nodded and said, "Don't call me. Just ask, is there a City God Temple nearby that is dedicated to General Nanyang or General Xuanzhen?"

The land did not dare to neglect, and said: "This, this, this..." He pointed and said, "There is a Temple of the City God in Wuli, and it is, yes, General Nanyang."

Xie Lian put his hands together and said: "Thank you." And the land was blinded by the two groups of spiritual lights next to it, and quickly disappeared. Xie Lian took out a few coins and put them in front of the temple. Seeing the residual incense scattered on the side, he picked it up and lit it. During the period, Fu Yao rolled his eyes and thanked him for asking if his eyes were tired.

Five miles later, saw a Chenghuang Temple, prosperous standing on the side of the road. Although the temple is small and complete, it is very lively with people coming and going. The three of them disappeared into the temple. The temple was dedicated to a clay statue of Nanyang Wushen wearing armor and holding a bow.

As soon as Xie Lian saw this statue, he said "Well..." in his heart.

The small rural temple, the statues and lacquer of the gods can be said to be crude, and the overall look is quite different from the Fengxin himself in Xie Lian's impression.

However, it is also common for priests to make the statue out of shape. Not to mention that I don't even know my mother anymore, some priests don't even recognize their own idols when they see them. After all, few master craftsmen have actually seen the priest himself, so they are either too beautiful or ugly, and they can only identify which priest this is by certain postures, magic tools, clothing crowns, etc.

Generally speaking, the more prosperous the land, the more the statues are in the mind of the priest. The poorer the place, the worse the craftsman's taste, and the worse the statue. Nowadays, only the statue of General Xuanzhen is in better condition overall. Why? Because everyone is ugly when the statue is ugly. No matter what, if he sees that he has made himself ugly, he will secretly destroy it. People remodel, or express their dissatisfaction in a vague way through a dream, so if things go on like this, the big believers know that they must find a good-looking master!

The entire Xuanzhen Hall is exactly the same as their generals, and they are quite particular about it. After Fuyao entered the Nanyang Temple, he had been commenting on this Nanyang statue for an hour, what kind of shape was distorted, the color was vulgar, the craftsmanship was poor, and the taste was strange. Xie Lian saw that the blue veins on Nan Feng's forehead were slowly appearing, and he thought to find a topic to talk about, just when he saw another girl come in to pay homage, and kneeled down reverently, he said warmly: "Speaking of which, Nanyang The home court of Zhenjun is in the southeast, I didn't expect you to be so prosperous in the north."

When people build temples and palaces, they are actually imitating the fairy palaces in the heavens, and the statues are the reflections of the deity of the priests. Temples gather believers, attract incense, and become an important source of mana for priests. Due to multiple reasons such as geography, history and customs, people in different regions usually worship different priests. On their own territory, a priest's mana will be the strongest, which is home field advantage. Only a priest like Emperor Shenwu, who is a believer in the whole world and has palaces in all directions, has no meaning at all. The temple of his own general is also flourishing in the non-home court, which is a good thing, Nan Feng should be proud of it, but looking at his face, it is not good. On the side, Fuyao smiled slightly and said, "Yes, yes, I am deeply loved."

Thanks for the pity: "But I have a question, I don't know..."

Nanfeng said: "If it is 'I don't know what to say or not to say', then don't say it."

Thanks for the pity: "No. What I want to say is 'I don't know if anyone can answer'."

However, he had a hunch that this sentence would be bad, and decided to change the subject. Who knows, Fu Yao said leisurely: "I know what you want to ask. You must want to ask, why are there so many female believers who come to worship?"

Xie Lian wanted to ask exactly this question.

There have always been fewer female followers of the Martial God than male followers, with the exception of him eight hundred years ago. However, the reason for the exception is very simple, just two words: beautiful.

He knew very well that it wasn't because of his high reputation or extraordinary power, but just because his god statue was beautiful and his palace view was also beautiful. Almost all of his palaces were built by the royal family, and the statues were assembled by top craftsmen from all over the country and carved according to his face. Moreover, because of the phrase "in the world, the heart is in the peach garden", craftsmen often like to add flowers to his idols, and also like to plant the view into a sea of ​​flowers and trees. Therefore, at that time, he also had a nickname, called "Corolla Valkyrie". Believers like his god statue to be good-looking, and also like that his palace is full of flowers, so they are willing to come in and worship him just because of this.

But the general Martial God, because of the aggressiveness of killing, is often portrayed as a serious, ferocious, and cold appearance, and the religious women would rather go to worship Guanyin or something. Although this Nanyang statue has nothing to do with the killing spirit, it is farther from the beautiful side, but there are almost more female believers than male believers who come to worship, and Nanfeng obviously does not want to answer this question. , he was rather strange. At this moment, the girl finished her prayers, got up to take incense, and turned around again.

With this turn, Xie Lian pushed the other two people. The two of them were originally very impatient, but when they were pushed by him, their expressions changed.

Fu Yao said, "It's so ugly!"

Xie Lian choked for a moment, and then said: "Fu Yao, you can't say that to a girl."

In all fairness, Fu Yao was telling the truth. The girl's face was extremely flat, as if she was slapped flat by someone's slap, and her facial features were a little aggrieved.

But Xie Lian couldn't tell whether she was beautiful or ugly at all. Mainly, when she turned around, there was a huge hole in the back of her skirt hanging there. It was impossible to pretend not to see it.

Fuyao was startled at first, but quickly calmed down. The blue veins on Nanfeng's forehead disappeared in an instant.

Seeing his face changed greatly, Xie Lian hurriedly said: "Don't be nervous. Don't be nervous."

The girl took the incense and knelt down again, and said while bowing: "General Nanyang bless, believe in the girl Xiaoying, I pray to catch the ghost bridegroom as soon as possible, don't let innocent people suffer from him again..."

She worshiped devoutly, unaware that there was anything unusual behind her, nor did she realize that three people were squatting at the feet of the idol she was worshiping. Xie Lian felt a big head, and said: "What should I do, can't let her go out like this? She will be looked back all the way."

Moreover, looking at the gap behind her skirt, it was clearly made by someone with a sharp weapon. I'm afraid that not only will they be watched, but they will also be widely publicized and ridiculed, which is really a humiliation.

Fuyao said indifferently: "Don't ask me. She is not worshipping our General Xuanzhen. See no evil. I didn't see anything."

Nan Feng, on the other hand, had a handsome face that was blue and white, he could only wave his hands, but he couldn't speak. Xie pity had to go out on his own, take off his coat, and throw it down. The coat fluttered onto the girl with a hurrah, blocking the very indecent hole in her skirt. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

But this gust of wind was so evil that it startled the girl, looked around, took off her robe, hesitated for a moment, and put it on the altar, but she didn't even notice it, and after the incense was finished, she was about to go out. . If this makes her go out and walk around again, the little girl is afraid that she will be embarrassed. Seeing that the two next to them are either stiff or stiff, and they are useless both horizontally and vertically, Xie Lian sighed. Nanfeng and Fuyao only felt empty around them, Xie Lian had already taken shape and jumped down.

The lights in the temple were not dim and unclear. He jumped with a gust of wind, and the flames shook. The girl Xiaoying only felt a flower in front of her eyes, when she saw a man suddenly emerge from the darkness, and stretched out to her with a naked upper body. Hand, the soul flew away on the spot.

As expected, there was a scream. Just as Xie Lian wanted to speak, the girl slapped her with a quick slap and shouted, "Indecent!"

With a "pop", Xie Lian was slapped in the face.

The slap in the face was crisp, and half of the faces of the two squatting on the altar were slapped at the same time.

After taking a palm, Xie Lian was not annoyed, he just shoved his coat over, and said in a low voice, the girl was shocked, and when she touched her back, her face suddenly flushed red, and her eyes filled with tears. Ashamed and angry, she grabbed the coat that Xie Lian gave her, covered her face and ran away, leaving only Xie Lian standing on the spot. When people go to the temple, the cool breeze blows through the hall, and suddenly, it is a little cold.

He rubbed his face, turned around, and with a big red palm print on his side, said to the little two, "Okay. It's alright."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Feng pointed at him and said, "You...is your wound cracked?"

Xie Lian bowed his head, "Oh".

He took off his clothes, and what he was holding was a good skin like mutton fat, but his chest was tightly bound with layers of white cloth, wrapped tightly, even his neck and wrists were covered with bandages, countless The small wound crawled out of the edge of the white stretch, which was really shocking.

Thinking that the twisted neck should be almost healed, Xie Lian began to untie the bandages in circles. Fuyao glanced at him and said, "Who?"

Thanks for the pity: "What?"

Fu Yao said, "Who is your opponent?"

Thanks for pity: "Battle? No."

Nan Feng: "Then your injury is..."

Xie pity said blankly: "I fell myself."

"..."

It was the injury that fell when he rolled down from the earth three days ago.If you are fighting against people, you may not be able to hurt to this extent.

Fuyao muttered a few words, but he didn't hear it clearly. Anyway, he definitely didn't praise him for being strong, so Xie Lian didn't ask, and finished the thick bandage on his neck.The next moment, Nanfeng and Fuyao's gazes were condensed and landed on his neck.

A black collar went between his snow-white necks.