Chapter 5 Three Treasures Night Talks about Juyang Hall

Aware of their gaze, Xie Lian smiled slightly, turned around, and said, "This is the first time I saw a real curse?"

The shackles, as the name suggests, are shackles formed by a curse.

The priest who was demoted to the heavens will have the condemnation turned into a sin mark, which will be imposed on him, forming a bond, banning the divine power, and teaching him that he will never get rid of it. It's like tattooing people's faces or chaining hands and feet. It's a punishment and a warning. It's scary and humiliating.

As the laughing stock of the Three Realms who was beaten twice, Xie Lian naturally had such a curse on his body. It is impossible that these two junior military officers have not heard of it, but there is still a big gap between what they have heard and what they have seen with their own eyes. Therefore, it is not incomprehensible for them to show such expressions.

He guessed that this thing might make the two little military officers feel jealous and uncomfortable. Not a good thing after all.

I wanted to find an excuse to wear some clothes and go outside for a walk, but Fuyao rolled his eyes and added, "You go to the street like this, it can be said to be very obscene." Throw a piece of temple blessing clothes to him, so that you don't have to continue to be indecent. But after sitting down again, I always felt that the atmosphere became a little embarrassing, so Xie Lian took out the scroll given by Lingwen Temple and said, "Do you want to take a look again?"

Nan Feng raised his eyelids to look at him and said, "I have seen it. I think he needs to take a good look."

Fuyao said: "What do I need to take a good look at. That scroll is written in a vague way, it's worthless, and it's worth looking at it again?"

Hearing him say that the scroll was worthless, Xie Lian couldn't help but feel a little distressed for the little civil servants who wrote the scrolls and their faces turned pale. Hearing Fuyao again: "Ah, where did you just say? Nanyang Temple - why does Nanyang believe in many women, right?"

All right. Xie Lian put away the scroll, rubbed the beating between his brows, and knew in his heart: Tonight, no one can see it!

If it doesn't work, let's see what's going on. It turned out that, except for His Royal Highness, the prince who has been in the world for hundreds of years, the gods and gods all know that Nanyang Zhenjun Fengxin was once called "Juyang Zhenjun" for a period of time. He himself really hated this title. And everyone has only one word for his experience: "Injustice"!

Because, the original correct spelling is "Juyang". It was misrepresented because of one thing.

Many years ago, there was a monarch who built palaces and temples. In order to show his sincerity, he personally wrote inscriptions on the plaques of each palace and each hall. But when he wrote "Juyang Palace", for some reason, he wrote it as "Juyang Palace".

This time, the officials responsible for the construction of the temple can be worried to death. They can't figure it out. Did Your Majesty change it on purpose, or did he accidentally write it wrong? If it was intentional, why didn't the order say that I wanted to change it this way? If it wasn't intentional, how could it be This kind of low-level mistake? He can't say "Your Majesty, you are wrong", who knows if His Majesty will feel that he is being ridiculed for his carelessness? It implies that he has shallow knowledge? ?

The hardest thing in the world to guess is the meaning of the saint. The officials were in extreme pain, and after thinking about it, they still felt that it would be better to be wronged by True Monarch Juyang.

It has to be said that they made the right choice. After His Majesty discovered that Juyang had turned into Juyang, he didn't say anything else. He just invited a group of scholars to read the ancient books vigorously, found the reasons for countless details, wrote many articles, and tried his best to prove that Juyang was originally Juyang. , Juyang is the wrong spelling. In short, after one night, all Juyang Halls in the whole country became Juyang Halls.

It took more than ten years for the wind letter, which was inexplicably changed, to know about it. He basically never looked carefully at the signboard of his temple, but one day he suddenly became very depressed. Why did it seem that so many women came to worship in his temple, and all of them were shy and blushing, and they all begged when they offered incense. What is it?!

After figuring out what was going on, he rushed to the top of Jiuxiao and yelled at the scorching sun.

All the priests were shocked by him.

After scolding, there is nothing he can do. He can just worship. He can't say that he can't get along with these devoutly praying women, and he has listened to it for many years. Until Juyang was changed to Nanyang by a serious monarch who thought it was simply indecent, everyone still didn't forget what he could bless besides being a god of war. However, everyone also adhered to a tacit understanding: never use those two words to address him. At the same time, also adhere to a cognition: how to evaluate Nanyang Zhenjun? One word: good!

As long as you don't let him start cursing, everything will be fine!

That Nan Feng's face was already black enough to match the bottom of the old pot, and this car was full of poetry, and said politely: "Friends of women, beggars are the strongest. The secret recipe for aphrodisiac, send a child to Nanyang. Ahaha, ahaha, Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Xie Lian kindly held back his smile and saved him a little face in front of Nanyang's statue. Nan Feng was furious: "You don't come here for yin and yang, and if you are really busy, sweep the floor!"

After this sentence came out, Fu Yao's face was instantly ruined. If it was said that the people in Nanyang Palace could not hear those two words, the people in Xuanzhen Palace could not hear the word sweeping. Because when Mu Qing was a handyman in Huangjiguan, she was all day for His Royal Highness to thank the prince and bring tea, sweep the floor and make the bed. One day, Xie Lian watched him meditate while sweeping the floor, and was moved by his spirit of hard work and adversity to study, so he went to the national teacher and accepted him as a disciple. How to say this? It can be big or small, shameful or beautiful, it depends on what the parties think. Obviously, the parties considered this to be a lifelong shame, because Mu Qing and the generals under him would turn their heads when they heard this word. Sure enough, Fuyao settled down, glanced at Xie Lian who waved his hands innocently, and sneered: "Listening to what you said, I don't know if you thought that all of you Nanyang Palace were grieved for His Royal Highness."

Nan Feng also sneered: "Your general is indeed ungrateful, what's there to say?"

"Uh..." Xie Lian just wanted to insert a sentence, Fu Yao "ah ha ha" said: "Your general is only fifty steps and a hundred steps, so what qualifications do you have to poke a little?"

"..." Listening to them treating him as a big stick and hammering the spine of the priest above each other, Xie Lian finally couldn't listen anymore and said: "Wait, wait. Stop, stop."

Naturally, no one paid attention to him, and he started to move. I don't know who made the move first. Anyway, the altar table was torn in half, and the plate of fruit was rolled on the ground. Seeing this, Xie Lian couldn't stand it anymore. Sitting in the corner, he sighed, "Making karma." He picked up a small steamed bun that rolled to his feet, wiped off the skin and prepared to eat it. , and slapped him immediately: "Don't eat it!"

Fuyao also stopped, shocked and disgusted: "You can eat it even if you fall into ashes!"

Xie Lian took the opportunity to make a gesture and said, "Stop, stop, stop. I have something to say."

He separated the two of them, and said with a pleasant face: "First, the prince you are talking about is the real person. The prince didn't say anything. Don't throw me around as a weapon to attack each other." , and added another sentence, "I don't think your two generals will do this. You are so disrespectful, how can they save face?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the expressions of both of them were a little unpredictable. Thanks again: "Second, you are here to assist me, right? So are you listening to me, or am I listening to you?"

After a long while, the two talents said: "Listen to you."

Although their faces looked like they were saying, "You are dreaming, listen to you", but Xie Lian was also very satisfied. With a "pop", he put his hands together and said: "Okay. Finally, the third, the most important point— - If you must throw something, then please throw me, don't throw food."

Nan Feng finally picked him up and put it in his hands to find a chance to eat the steamed bun. He couldn't bear it any longer and said, "Don't eat it if it falls to the ground!"

The next day, we still meet the small shop.

Dr. Cha stretched his legs to raise his bones at the door again, and saw the three of them approaching from a distance. A Taoist dressed in white and light, walking in front with a bamboo hat on his back, followed by two tall, black-clothed youths.

The Taoist came to Shi Shi with his hands in his arms, and Shi Shi said, more like an idler than him: "Storekeeper, please take three cups of tea."

Dr. Cha smiled and said, "Come on!"

I thought to myself: "These three silly little brothers are here again. It's a pity, they all look decent, and the brains are sicker than the other. This person is sick, what is the use of being more decent?"

Xie Lian still picked up the seat by the window. After being seated together, Nanfeng said, "Why are you here to talk, are you sure that others will not hear you?"

Thanks for the warm voice: "It doesn't matter. Even if I hear others, I won't care, I will only think that we are sick."

"..."

Thanks for the pity: "In order to prevent the three of us from being relatively wasteful, let's get straight to the point. After a quiet night, have you thought of any way?"

Fu Yao's eyes lit up, and he said coldly, "Kill!"

Nanfeng said: "Nonsense!"

Thanks for the pity: "Nanfeng, don't be so fierce, Fuyao is right, the fundamental way to solve the problem is to kill. The problem is where to go, who to kill, and how to kill. I suggest..."

At this moment, there was a sound of gongs and drums on the street, and the three of them looked out the window.

It's that gloomy team of "sending relatives" again. This column of people was blowing and beating, and even shouted and trumpeted, as if they were afraid that others would not hear them. Nan Feng frowned and said, "Didn't you say that getting married with the locals near Junshan wouldn't make a big deal out of it?"

In this team, all of them are big and strong black men, their expressions and muscles are tense, and their foreheads are sweating, as if they are not carrying a beaming sedan chair, but a guillotine. . don't know what kind of people are sitting in the sedan chair.

After pondering for a moment, Xie Lian was about to go out and take a look. A gust of wind blew past, and the curtain on the side of the sedan chair was lifted with the wind.

The person behind the curtain is crooked in the sedan chair with a very strange posture. Her head was crooked, and a bright red mouth was exposed under the hijab, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was too exaggerated. The sedan chair jolted, and the hijab fell down, revealing a pair of wide-open eyes staring here.

It looked like a woman with a broken neck was laughing at them silently.

I don't know if the bearer's hands were shaking too much, the sedan chair was unstable, and the woman's head shook. Shaking and shaking, with a "boom", a head fell off, and Gu Lulu rolled onto the street.

And the headless body sitting in the sedan also fell forward - with a "bang", the whole person threw out the sedan door.

The author has something to say: I'm also very disappointed that it's not a big jiji girl.

As a warning, in the next copy, the author wants to write a very vulgar stalk, and I hope everyone can tolerate the author's bad taste, thank you in advance