Chapter 91

Xie Lian never expected that someone would actually hand him a wine glass.

Blame him for reacting too quickly, he took it without thinking, and then he was stunned. However, looking at the person who delivered the wine, the other party was also stunned - it was Ming Yi.

It turned out that the glass just now was passed to Shi Qingxuan, and Shi Qingxuan deliberately handed it to Mingyi for fun. On the other hand, Mingyi drank and ate with her head down. Without even looking at it, she casually passed it on. After passing it, she realized what happened, and she was speechless. At the same time, the thunder stopped abruptly, leaving only the two of them looking at each other.

Although it was Xie Lian who took the wine glass, everyone's eyes were on Fengxin and Mu Qing. It is not difficult to understand the reason. Xie Lian has been unknown for more than 800 years. Eight hundred years ago, there were naturally a lot of books about his beautiful stories, but they have long since been lost, and there is no one at all today. This day specially set up a stage for him. So if you have to find a play with the character "Prince Xianle", then there is only a play with Fengxin or admiration as the protagonist.

Because, when folk operas make up stories for these two priests, they occasionally use Xie Lian for use, usually to let him be a foil, to run a trick, and even to make the play more exciting, directly use Xie pity changed into a traitor, and arranged some jokes such as bullying the love and being lonely or the love of the sword. If this kind of drama is really staged at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, no matter whether the protagonists of the story are happy or not, the rest of the spectators will be happy anyway. Thanks for holding the little jade cup, a priest has already urged it: "His Royal Highness, come and come, let's do it!"

There were a few more people urging, and Fengxin said from a distance: "His Royal Highness can't drink."

Everyone said: "It's just a cup! It's okay."

Jun Wu has been holding his forehead with one hand and not saying a word. At this time, he got up slightly, as if to speak. Shi Qingxuan also asked on the side: "Can you do it? If you can't, forget it, I will help you with 100,000 merits."

"..." Xie Lian was afraid that he would really pour out 100,000 merits and virtues on the spur of the moment. Even if he is bold, it is not such a bold method, and no matter what drama he has seen, it doesn't matter, and he hurriedly said, "No need, a cup. It should be fine." After speaking, he drank the wine.

Qiong Niao entered his throat, and the place where he slipped was cold first and then hot. Xie Lian was a little dizzy, but after a moment of brewing, the dizziness was suppressed. The curtains on the four sides of the small building were slowly pulled up, and everyone turned their attention, preparing to concentrate on watching the play.

At a glance, I saw that there were actually two people standing on the stage. One person was dressed in white, his face was covered in powder, his body was covered with dust, and he carried a bucket hat on his back. He must be thankful for his pity. "Xie Lian" snatched it away, and the man in red immediately grabbed the snake and shook his hand away, holding the hand of "Xie Lian" and not letting go. That demeanor was as if his heart had also been stabbed with a knife.

This time, all the priests who were waiting to watch the show were stunned. Of course, Xie Lian himself was also stunned. At this time, Jun Wu, who was at the head of the banquet, smiled and said, "What kind of book is this? How come it's like I've never seen it before?"

Lingwen immediately called someone to investigate and said, "This play seems to be called "Ban Yue Guo Wei Travel Notes". It is a new compilation, so I have never seen it before. Tonight is the first time it will be staged in the world."

Shi Qingxuan said to Xie Lian: "It was written by someone from the group of merchants in Banyue Kingdom last time after they went back. Save merit and don't need to pull the curtain."

Xie pity is noncommittal. The only people in the world who can know about Banyueguo are those merchants. He remembered that there was a boy named Tiansheng in the caravan who did say something like thanking him or worshipping him. Could it be that this drama was born with money? Ask someone to write it? However, he didn't tell Tiansheng his name, and a little boy may not be able to do this.

On the other side of the stage, although the priests did not see the imaginary scene, the scene in front of them was of course more exciting. After all, if the rumors are true, then the man in red is playing Huacheng!

There are many dramas in the world of blood rain and flowers. However, it's often like "Red-clothed ghosts burn down the Thirty-Three Temples and don't dare to let the fart in the heavens", "Blood Rain Tanhua's forehand and backhand hangs the god of martial arts with one hand", which makes people in the heavens cry silently. The drama, I don't know what this book will be written in? Anyway, the protagonist is Xie Lian, everyone always has a feeling of being out of place for this, and did not put him in the scope of "one's own person" in the heaven, so it's okay to take a look. Moreover, the stage of this play is exquisite, the production is excellent, and the people in the play are very good-looking, which is a masterpiece of conscience. So, I had to be hooked from the bottom of my heart, and commented while watching:

"Really? Make it up, how can Huacheng talk to people like this!"

"Nonsense, utter nonsense!"

"What kind of drama does Huacheng make up? Wake up! It's not a book of wind and moon, this is really dare to make up!"

After all, it was a play specially written for him, and Xie Lian also watched it seriously. Honestly, it's a good show. The appearance is good, the drama is good, but, as the actor, he has a small opinion: the two protagonists seem to be too close.

The one who plays his own is very good, but he always shouts "Sanlang", although the tone is not very ups and downs, but Xie Lian feels that "Feng Shi Niang" just called "Shui Shi Lord" "Lang Jun" and "Husband" are even more uncomfortable. Moreover, there seem to be too many small movements, hooking hands, cuddling shoulders, hugging people, I always feel that something is not right.

However, thinking about it carefully, he called Huacheng, and he did so. It seems that these actions have indeed been done. At the time, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Looking at it now, it should be reasonable to think that there is nothing wrong with it. Looking at the other priests, although they were scolding nonsense, they still watched with relish, their eyes were fixed, and they were in full swing, so they had to shut up. Looking at it, suddenly, Shi Wudu said: "What are the two little servants in the back?"

Hearing the word "little servant", Fengxin and Mu Qing froze for a while.

Lingwen said: "That's not two little servants. It should be two little military officers from Zhongtian Court. At the beginning, they were recruited from Nanyang Palace and Xuanzhen Palace to help His Royal Highness."

Nanyang Hall and Xuanzhen Hall actually have someone to help Xie Lian, this is really a strange story, it sounds as if Pei Ming has righteously and politely declined the stunning beauty who threw his arms towards him. past. Lingwen added another sentence: "They went voluntarily."

Xie Lian smiled and said: "Forgot to ask, are Nanfeng and Fuyao okay? Why didn't I see them out to play today?"

Wind channel: "Nanfeng... at..."

Mu Qing said lightly: "Fuyao is in confinement."

Fengxin immediately said: "Nanfeng is also closed."

Thanks for the "oh" and said: "Both are closed? It's a pity."

While speaking, the play ended wonderfully. Although it is unanimously considered to be the obscenity of ignorant believers, but because the lustful Huacheng is so enjoyable, it has also won a full house of applause. However, Pei Su was exiled because of Banyueguan. After everyone had enough addiction, they had to pay some attention to Pei Ming. Shi Wudu said: "General Pei, how is your little Pei now?"

Pei Ming poured his own drink, shook his head and said, "What else? I can't control him if I don't put my heart on the things that should be my heart."

Here, Shi Qingxuan couldn't listen anymore, he said: "So, in the eyes of General Pei, what should be the most important thing? Your little Pei's future is the future, isn't it for other people's little girls?"

His tone was not good, Shi Wudu glanced over and said, "Qing Xuan is not allowed to be rude!"

As soon as he reprimanded, Shi Qingxuan lowered his head embarrassingly. Seeing this, Pei Ming laughed and said: "Senior Brother Shui, your younger brother is so powerful, so you can take care of it. It doesn't matter if he provokes me now, but if he provokes people who shouldn't provoke in the future, he won't be like me. Look at your face."

Shi Wudu spread his fan, continued to teach his younger brother, and said: "Did you hear what General Pei said? Also, how many times have I told you not to walk around like this all the time, what kind of etiquette it is. I don't care. What do you like, you must use your true face when you go out!"

Although Shi Qingxuan loves women so much and is very dissatisfied, he still does not dare to contradict his brother. Xie Lian thought: "Master Feng said he is not afraid of his brother, but it may not be all." Who knows, Shi Wudu finally said: "What if I encounter a person with strong mana and bad intentions like General Pei!"

Lingwen laughed, and Pei Ming almost took another sip of wine and said, "Brother Shui! If you keep doing this, we won't be able to talk anymore."

After a round of eating, we finally ushered in the final Dou Lantern section in the staggered gongchao.

In Xianjing, all the candles and bright lights were extinguished, except for the moonlight, it was dim. Feasting by the lake, waving away the smoke and mist on the lake surface, through the clear flowing lake water, you can see the dark world below like an abyss.

Dou lanterns are the number of lanterns that are enshrined in the largest and most famous temple of a priest on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. A prayer lamp for ever-blessing is hard to come by, and it will not go out for a long time. The order of the lanterns is arranged in order from least to most. When it is the turn of a certain priest, the lanterns worshipped by his followers will float up to the heaven from below, illuminating the long dark night, which is extremely beautiful.

This year, the Shenwu Temple has 961 ever-bright lights, the number of which is nearly 1,000, which is unprecedented in history. If the first is always the first, then the first will lose its meaning, so everyone has automatically eliminated the Shenwu Temple in the stage of Dou Lantern.

What makes people laugh and cry is that the first person in the line is actually the rain teacher as soon as the Dou Lantern starts. When Xie Lian saw a small bright lantern slowly and crookedly rising into the sky, and then heard "Rain Master Hall, one!", he simply suspected that he was actually drunk and not sober, no matter what. Not just one. In order to confirm that he was not drunk, he asked Shi Qingxuan: "Did you report an error?"

Shi Qingxuan said: "No. It's really just one. Just this one, it was provided by the cattle in Lord Yu Shi's family in order to support the field."

It's really kind of you to give yourself to yourself. Xie Lian thought about it, the rain master is in charge of the rain, so he is also the god of farming. He guessed: "Is it because there are many farmers in the rain master's believers, so they have no money to worship?"

Shi Qingxuan said: "His Royal Highness, what misunderstanding do you have about the farmers, many farmers are very rich, okay? In fact, it is because Lord Yu Shi said that it is better to farm if you have money to provide lamps, so believers have always contributed It's fresh fruits and vegetables."

After hearing this, Xie Lian was really envious, thinking: "There are such beautiful things."

However, Shi Qingxuan said again: "Later Rain Master said not to waste it, so the believers usually take the offerings back for two days and eat them by themselves."

"..."

The sparse ones in front were all small priests, with a few to dozens of ever-bright lanterns, and no one was interested. However, the later on, the brighter the light every time the lamp was raised, and everyone became more attentive. If it wasn't for a special priest to announce the number, you could see the number at a glance, and the array of lights flew up so densely that it was impossible to count how many there were. Xie Lian didn't know anything, so he didn't publish any comments. He concentrated on admiring the beauty of the bright lights illuminating the dark night, and by the way, listened to other people's analysis of the current situation. Although he felt that this kind of thing was nothing to analyze. After about two sticks of incense, the finale finally came one after another. The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet began the final battle of the ten armors.

The last of the ten armors, Xie Lian heard the priest shouting loudly: "Qiying Hall, four hundred and twenty-one!"

Quan Yizhen had already left the venue, so the other priests couldn't hide their tsk tsk after hearing this number. This Western Martial God is still young, but his momentum is extremely strong. For a priest with the same qualifications as him, having two hundred ever-bright lamps is already a lot, but he has doubled it. Lang Qianqiu, whose soaring years are slightly longer than him. Eternal Light is slightly less than him, which is remarkable. But Xie Lian felt that, as expected, this young man was not very popular in Heaven, because apart from himself and Shi Qingxuan, there was almost nothing to truly marvel at.

The next one, the Dishi Hall, has four hundred and forty-four lamps. Mingyi didn't say anything other than drinking two more sips of soup, but Shi Qingxuan was more excited than him, and he said, "It's too low." Since everyone is not very familiar with Master Geologist, they clapped their hands in a statute-like manner, which was regarded as congratulations. Then it was Shi Qingxuan's turn, Feng Shi Hall, five hundred and twenty-three.

It's easy to see whether a person is popular or not. After reporting the number of lanterns in the Fengshi Hall, Shi Qingxuan hadn't spoken yet, and the applause at the banquet suddenly grew louder, with "Congratulations, congratulations" and "deserving of their name" everywhere. Shi Qingxuan was very proud, got up and bowed his hands everywhere, and shouted at Shi Wudu: "Brother, I am the eighth this year!"

He seemed to be praised by the master and asked his parents for a reward. Xie Lian looked at him and couldn't help laughing, but Shi Wudu scolded: "It's just the eighth, what's so good about it!"

What he said was actually very arrogant. In the entire upper heaven, which one is an idle person? Five hundred ever-bright lamps, ranking eighth, but in his mouth he was said to be "just", the priests behind the eighth, didn't even "just" Why not? It's not that he didn't know it was wrong, but he just wanted to say it because he wasn't afraid. Shi Qingxuan's face collapsed, Shi Wudu shook his fan, and reluctantly said: "However, there are more lights than last year, and there must be more next year."

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan laughed again. During the whole banquet, only Mingyi buried his head to eat indifferently and did not applaud him, so Shi Qingxuan patted him twice and asked him to congratulate him. Mingyi didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and continued to concentrate on eating. Shi Qingxuan was furious and asked him to applaud himself.

The next one, Lingwen Hall, has five hundred and thirty-six lamps.

Among Wenshen, Lingwen is considered to be the winner, but there are not many Wenshens to support, on the contrary, it is mainly the martial gods who are very face-saving. Xie Lian congratulated him from afar. This one heard Shi Wudu and Pei Ming calling him to hold a banquet, and the other heard a priest muttering. Most of Lingwen believers are just because they have transformed into male appearances and Lingwen look. Quan Jinxian’s Martial God force is a force to curry favor with the Martial God and ignore Wenshen. Lingwen is the priest who is most keen to entertain guests in the heavenly court. It is said that Lingwen sometimes invites prostitutes to treat guests. .

Next, there are Nanyang Hall and Xuanzhen Hall, which are 572 and 573 respectively. Mu Qing's eyebrows are stretched, and Fengxin is neither happy nor angry, and doesn't seem to care. Xie Lian wondered, how could the number be so close? This is too coincidental? Ask Shi Qingxuan Fangzhi in a low voice, it turns out that these two people have similar backgrounds, similar territories, similar strengths, and they have a bad relationship with each other. The believers on both sides held their breath to win, swearing that no matter how many lamps were placed in the other's temple, they would have to offer one more. Do not seek the first, but only seek to be higher than the other party. Do your best to go out, and win each other every year. At the last moment of this year, Xuanzhen Hall finally squeezed out an extra lamp and outperformed Nanyang Hall. It seems like a victory has been won and they are celebrating. After listening to Xie Lian, I couldn't help thinking: "I fought for a lamp for one more person outside, didn't this group of people go home for the festival? Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The next one, Mingguang Hall, has five hundred and eighty lamps.

This number is quite considerable. However, Pei Ming was not happy, because compared to last year, the number of ever-bright lights in Mingguang Hall this year actually decreased. An accident happened to the deputy god Pei Su, which was a blow. This year, there were nearly a hundred lights missing. If it wasn't for Pei Ming's solid foundation and stability, I'm afraid there would be more. Neither Shi Wudu nor Lingwen congratulated him, but just patted him on the shoulder.

At this point, Xie Lian found that the number of the lanterns of the priests was very dense, dozens of dozens, as if the gap could not be opened. In other words, everyone is actually half a pound, and no one is truly an absolute winner. As soon as he thought about it, he heard the priest of the reporter say: "Shui Shi Hall, seven hundred and eighteen lamps!"

At the banquet, there was a commotion and amazement.

The priests reacted and began to rush to congratulate. Shi Wudu just sat, did not get up, and his expression was not so arrogant, just a matter of course. This is probably the closest the number of the second priest and the Shenwu Temple Changming Lantern has been in hundreds of years. Xie Lian’s first ascension was too far away, and a prayer lamp at that time was more difficult to find than today’s one, so naturally it cannot be generalized. However, the so-called "people die for wealth, birds die for food", people's love for wealth will never decrease, worthy of being the god of wealth!

Shi Qingxuan was even more excited than he had turned on seven hundred lights, clapped his hands vigorously, and said to Xie Lian: "My brother! It's my brother!"

Thanks for the pity: "I know, it's your brother!"

During the whole banquet, Mingyi was still the only one who was eating hard. In fact, Xie Lian felt that he was the only one who took the "banquet" as a banquet seriously, and came here for the meal, as if he had been undercover in the ghost market for many years and had to eat enough food tonight, thinking of the street stalls in the ghost market. Xie pity can understand the snacks sold in the store, and I can't help but think, will Huacheng usually pace the streets of the ghost market?

Now that the most exciting mystery has been revealed, tonight, all the priests have seen enough of the show, said enough, and are satisfied, so they are ready to get up and leave the table one after another. Who knows, Shi Wudu suddenly frowned, closed his fan, and said, "Wait."

Others say wait, probably not such a strong deterrent. But Shi Wudu is really like his nickname "Water Hengtian", as if he is used to giving orders by nature. As soon as he opens his mouth, people can't help but obey. Everyone sat back again and asked: "The ten armors have come out, the water has come out. Master, what else is there?"

Xie Lian thought to himself: "Is it possible to lose merit?"

Shi Wudu shook his fan and said, "Have the ten armors been released?"

Everyone didn't know what he meant by this sentence, but Shi Qingxuan said in shock: "...No. No, no, no. The ten armors are not out! - Counting the Shenwu Temple, there are only nine reported just now! "

All the priests were shocked and said, "Only nine came out?"

"Really, I counted, there are really only nine!"

"There is actually another person in front of Master Sailor???"

"What? Who else? I'm not impressed?"

At this moment, in the dark night, a burst of light as bright as day suddenly erupted.

That light is a lamp.

Like thousands of fish swimming across the river and sea, countless bright lights slowly rise up.

They sparkle and shine in the dark night, like floating souls and magnificent dreams. They are so magnificent that they illuminate the dark world. Such a spectacle is indescribable, except for the frozen breath and the broken words.

Xie pity stared at the bright light in the sky, as if suffocating, and couldn't hear anything, and was stunned for a while. After a while, he realized that something was wrong.

Above the banquet, the gazes of all the priests were projected over. It turned out that the press priest shivered and pointed at him.

Thanks for the pity, and said: "...What's wrong?"

No one answered, Xie Lian pointed at himself and said, "...I?"

Shi Qingxuan on the side patted his shoulder and said, "...Yes. You."

"..."

Xie Lian was still stunned and said, "What am I? What the hell happened to me?"

The news priest swallowed hard, and finally spoke again.

As a result, all the hundreds of priests present heard an unbelievable trembling voice.

"Thousand Lamp Temple, Prince's Palace, three...three...

"Three thousand!"