Chapter 13 Red clothes beat maple skin as white as snow

Of course, he would never say this. However, it is no wonder that Nanfeng and Fuyao's expressions changed greatly when they heard Yindie. They thought that they had suffered from the Lord of Silver Butterfly with the two priests they served.

A priest asked: "His Royal Highness, you met Huacheng, he he he... what did he do to you?"

This tone sounded more like asking "Are you missing an arm or a leg?" Thanks for the pity: "I didn't do anything, just..." Speaking of which, he was actually a little out of words, thinking: "Just what? I can't say it, just robbed my sedan chair and took me all the way. I was speechless for a moment, then I had to say, "It's just that the maze created by the female ghost Xuan Ji in Yujun Mountain was broken, and I was brought in."

All the priests were muttering in their hearts, silent. After a long while, the priest asked, "Everyone, what do you think?"

Just listening to the voice and pity, you can imagine the appearance of the priests shaking their heads and spreading their hands:

"No opinion, no opinion at all!"

"I don't know what he wants to do, it's weird."

"What exactly does Huacheng want to do, no one has always understood..."

Although it was popularized what a mixed world demon king Huacheng is, but, for this person, Xie Lian did not feel very terrifying. Seriously, he felt that Huacheng helped him this time. All in all, the first prayer he received after flying back to the heaven should be regarded as complete.

The head had said earlier that all the merits and virtues of the trip with Junshan were counted on him, although the official master remembered to repay the vow after a long time after the death of his daughter, and he repaid the vow with sadness. , but seven together, eight together, all kinds of water, 8,880,000 merits, it is almost the same. Thanks for being debt-free and light-hearted, with a clear sky in heart, comfortable and beautiful, and refreshed, decided to be a god. It is best to be half friends with the priests. Although the psychic formation in the heavenly court was quiet, it was always busy when it was busy. Usually, when the priests were in a good mood, or if they saw something interesting, they would also talk about it in the formation, and they would laugh a few times. Although he couldn't tell who was who, he listened silently. But he couldn't keep silent all the time, so he listened for a long time, and occasionally he suddenly came out and said gently:

"It's really fun."

"I read a beautiful little poem and share it with you."

"A very effective little secret for treating waist and leg pain, I will share it with you."

Regrettably, every time he sent out these carefully selected and beneficial content, there would be a silence in the psychic circle. Later, Lingwen couldn't bear it any longer, and said to him in private: "Your Highness, although the things you posted in the psychic formation are all very good, even if it is a priest several hundred years older than you, Neither will it."

Xie Lian felt a little depressed. In fact, he is obviously not the oldest, but why is he like an old man who can't keep up with the topics of young people among the priests? Probably because he has been away from the heaven for too long, and he has always been ignorant and does not care about external things. Not coming back, that's all. He gave up on this matter, and he was not depressed anymore.

But there is still a problem: so far, no one in the world has built a new temple for him. Maybe there is, but there is no search in the heavens anyway, so there is no record. It should be noted that even the land has a shrine anyway. As a serious priest who has ascended 800 liters and has ascended three times, he has no temples and no believers to worship him. This is really embarrassing.

However, the embarrassment is just that other priests are embarrassed for him, and Xie Lian still feels okay. And on a whim one day, he suddenly thought: "If no one wants to provide for me, then I should be able to provide for myself."

The priests did not know how to answer.

Who the hell has ever heard of which priest is for himself!

What is the taste of being a god so miserable!

And Xie Lian has long been accustomed to him being cold when he opens his mouth. He feels that it is a fun thing to entertain himself. Once he makes a decision, he jumps out of the world again.

This time, the place where he landed was a small mountain village called Bodhisattva Village.

Said to be a mountain village, in fact, is a small slope. Seeing the green mountains and green waters, the rice fields, and the beautiful scenery, Xie Lian thought, "This time, I really fell in a good place." Looking at it again, there was a crooked and crooked house on the small soil slope. When asked, the villagers all said: "That house is abandoned, there is no owner, and occasionally there are homeless people who go in to sleep for a night and live at will." Isn't this just what he wants? Now he approached.

When he got closer, he realized that the cabin was shabby from a distance, and even more shabby from a closer look. Two of the four pillars in the corner of the square house are afraid that two of them are rotten. When the wind blows, the whole house creaks, and it is suspected that it will collapse at any time. However, this level is still within the acceptable range of Xie Lian, so went in and took a look and cleaned up.

When the villagers saw it, there were actually people who wanted to live here. They were very surprised, and they all came over to watch the fun. The villagers here are very enthusiastic. They not only gave him a broom to see him clean, but also gave him a basket of freshly picked bodhisattva. Bodhisattva has been peeled off, each one is white and tender, sweet and juicy. Xie Lian squatted at the door of the broken house and finished eating. He was very happy with his hands clasped together. He decided to call it the Bodhisattva Temple in his heart.

There was originally a small table in the Bodhisattva Temple, which could be used as an offering table after two wipes. Thanks for being busy for a while, the villagers onlookers saw that this young man was actually going to make a small Taoist temple, and it was even more strange, and they asked: "Who do you want to offer this temple?"

Xie Lian coughed lightly and said: "Well, this view is for Prince Xianle."

Everyone looked dumbfounded: "Who is that?"

Thanks for the pity: "I...I don't know. It seems to be a prince."

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"It's probably safe." By the way, the rubbish was collected.

The crowd asked eagerly: "Then, His Royal Highness, does he manage to attract wealth and treasure?!"

Thanks for the pity, it would be good not to owe money, and said warmly: "Unfortunately, it seems that I can't."

Everyone gave him an idea and said, "It's still a water supply engineer, you can make money! It must be a good incense!"

"Otherwise, make an offering to True Monarch Lingwen! Maybe our village will be able to come out with a champion!"

A woman shyly said: "That...do you have...do you have that..."

Xie Lian kept smiling and said, "Which one?"

"General Ju Yang."

"..."

If he really opened a Juyang Temple, I am afraid that the wind letter will immediately fly out of the sky!

Roughly cleaned the Bodhisattva Temple, but there are still some sundries such as incense burners and lottery tubes. But Xie Lian completely forgot the most important thing - the statue. He took up his bamboo hat and went out the door. By the way, there was no door. After thinking about it, this house must be rebuilt, so I wrote a sign and placed it on the door: "This is a dilapidated house, I sincerely seek good people, donate money to repair it, and accumulate merit."

Out of the door, walking seven or eight miles, came to the town. What are you doing in town? Naturally, it was for the sake of eating, and he started his old business again.

In myths and legends, immortals do not need to eat. In fact, it is difficult to say. The powers of good fortune can indeed take in the necessary aura directly from the sun and rain. But the question is - it can be returned, and who likes to do it? Why do it?

And some priests, because of the cultivation method, require the five internal organs to be clean. It is true that they are completely untouched by the meat, fish and oil of ordinary people. However, it is not that they do not eat food, but only eat those fairy fruits and birds that are born in pure land, prolong life, and enhance mana.

But thank you for not having this problem. He was cursed in the body, no different from ordinary people, he could eat anything, and because of his experience in hundreds of battles, he couldn't eat it to death. Whether it's steamed buns that have been stored for a month, or pastries that have grown green hair, he can definitely stand it up. With such a celestial physique, when he was collecting rubbish, he actually lived fairly well. Contrast this: opening the view and subsidizing money, collecting junk to make money, it is better to accept junk if it is really soaring.

This person looks like a jade tree, and he has an advantage when it comes to collecting tatters. After a while, thanks for the pity, he has enough to collect a large bag. On the way back, saw an old ox pulling a cart with stacks of straw piled high on the cart. remembered that had seen this cart in Bodhi Village just now, so it should be the same road. He asked if he could take a ride along the way. The owner of the scooter lifted his chin and signaled that he could come up. Thanks for his pity, he sat up with a large bag of junk. When sat up, found that behind the tall straw pile, a person was already lying down.

This person covered his upper body behind the haystack, propped up his left leg, and rode his right leg. He seemed to be lying there resting with his arms on his back. He looked very leisurely and content. The pair of black boots were tightly tucked against the slender and straight calf, which was quite eye-catching. Xie Lian remembered what he saw under the hood of Yu Junshan that night, and couldn't help but glanced a few more times to confirm that there was no silver on the boots. Chain, I don't know what animal skin it is made of, and I thought to myself, "Which boy is this kid running out to play?"

The scooter swayed slowly on the road, Xie Lian carried a bamboo hat on his back, and took out a scroll to read. He has never paid much attention to all the news circulating in the outside world, but because he has been in the cold many times, he feels that it is best to make up for it. The ox cart swayed for a long time and passed through a maple forest. Looking up and looking around, Qingqingtian waves, bright maple fires, with a little wild interest in the mountains, as well as the refreshing and refreshing grass, are extremely intoxicating, Xie Lian couldn't help but be slightly startled.

When he was young, he practiced in Huangji Temple. Huangji Temple was built in the mountains. There were maple forests all over the mountains and fields, as bright as gold and as fierce as fire. In this situation, it is inevitable to think about it. After looking for a while, he lowered his head and continued to look at the scroll.

When opened it, saw a line of words that read:

Prince Xianle, ascended three times. God of War, God of Plague, God of Ruin.

"..."

Thanks for the pity: "Well, actually think about it carefully, there is not much difference between the god of war and the god of tatters. All gods are equal, and all living beings are equal."

At this moment, a chuckle came from behind him, and a voice said, "Really?"

The young man said in a lazy voice: "People naturally like to say that all gods are equal and all living beings are equal. But if this is the case, the gods and gods will not exist at all."

The sound came from behind the haystacks in the car. Xie Lian looked back and saw that the young man was still lying there lazily, with no intention of getting up, probably just casually interjecting, and said with a smile: "What you said makes sense."

He turned back, looked at the scroll, and wrote again:

Many people believe that as the god of plague, Prince Xianle's handwriting or portrait has the effect of a curse. If it is posted on someone's back, or on the door of a certain house, it will bring bad luck to that person or that household.

"..."

This kind of comment makes it difficult to judge whether it is talking about gods or ghosts.

Xie Lian shook his head, he couldn't bear to read the comments related to him anymore, so he decided to first get to know the priests in today's world, so as not to keep figuring out who was who, it would be rude. Remembering that the villagers mentioned the navy just now, I went to look up the comments about the navy, and came to a sentence:

The sailor has no crossing. In charge of water, and in charge of wealth. Many merchants have a statue of a navy in their shops and homes to protect their wealth.

Xie pity is a little strange: "Since he is a water god, why does he also control wealth?"

At this time, the young man who was lying behind the straw pile said again: "The caravan trades and transports goods, and most of them go by water, so before going on the road, they have to go to the Shuishi Temple to burn a high incense stick, pray for a safe journey, and promise how to come back. If things go on like this, the water god gradually takes over the fortune."

This is actually to solve his confusion. Xie Lian turned around and said, "Is this actually the case? Interesting, presumably this sailor is a very powerful priest."

The boy sneered and said, "Well, the sky is full of water."

Listening to his tone, it seems that he doesn't take this priest seriously, and he doesn't seem to be saying good things. Thanks for his pity: "What is Shui Hengtian?"

The young man said leisurely: "The boat crosses the big river, whether to leave or stay depends on his words. If he doesn't give him offerings, he will overturn it, which is quite horizontal, so he gave him a nickname, called Shui Hengtian. It's similar to General Juyang and General Sweeping."

The well-known priests have several aliases in the world and in the heavens, similar to the laughing stock of the three worlds of gratitude, the famous strange flower, the broom star, the bereaved dog, the cough, and so on. Usually, it is very rude to use a nickname to address a priest. For example, if anyone dares to call him a "sweeping general" in front of Muqing, Muqing will be furious. Thank you for remembering that you can't call it that, and said: "That's the case, thank you for your answer." After a pause, he felt that this young man's conversation was fun, and then said: "This friend, you are young and know a lot. of."

The boy said, "Not much. I'm free. I'm just taking a look when I have time."

In the folk, there are a lot of mythology booklets everywhere, all of which are stories of gods and ghosts, ranging from grievances and grievances to trivialities, both true and false. It's not surprising that this young man knows so much. Xie Lian put down the scroll and said: "Then, this friend, you know a lot about God, do you know about ghosts?"

The boy said, "Which ghost?"

Thanks for the pity: "Blood rain explores flowers, Huacheng."

Hearing this, the young man laughed lowly and finally sat up. As soon as he turned his head, Xie Lian's eyes suddenly lit up.

I saw that this young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old. His clothes were red and maple, his skin was as white as snow, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he was squinting at him with a smile. He was very handsome, but his expression was inexplicably wild. The black hair was loosely tied, slightly crooked, looking extremely casual.

The two were walking through the fiery maple forest, and the maple leaves danced and fell, and one fell on the young man's shoulder. He blew lightly and blew Feng Feng, then raised his head to look at him and said with a half-smile, "What do you want to know? Just ask."

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