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Chapter 133 Knowing the Ghost King Prefers to Play the Ghost King
Chapter 133 Knowing the Ghost King Prefers to Play the Ghost King
Originally, he only planned to leave the suspicious ghost clothes behind, and then grope and verify it by himself, but he didn't want Lingwen to say a word casually and catch him a huge flaw. down. In the end, the bombed Lingwen tablets were not left.
Lingwen stood still. Xie Lian said: "Of course, you don't have to admit it, but it's very simple to know if it's true or not. As long as I take that dress to the Shenwu Temple now, and let it change into a shape in front of the emperor, I'll ask you again. If you can't see what it has become, it will come to light."
That Jin Yixian had sucked the blood of more than 500 people when he was in the world before, but he was a sinister evil. If Lingwen just trespassed into the Shenwu Temple to steal the brocade clothes, and didn't have time to take it out to harm others, it would not be considered a sin and extremely unforgivable. However, Lingwen was ordered first and then ascended. The earliest time when the legend of Jinyixian was spread was much later than the year when Lingwen was appointed.
That is to say, Lingwen is a brocade-clothed fairy made as a priest after entering the heaven to serve!
The priest who was supposed to protect the safety of mortals, but instead trapped and killed mortals. He should have been strictly investigated and dealt with, not to mention that the mortal who was trapped and killed was still a future priest. Lingwen sighed and said, "His Royal Highness, you really..."
After a pause, she said: "Probably, it's because of my bad luck that this happened to you. Although there are only the two of us in this Lingwen Temple today, you and I have been friends for hundreds of years, but I Think, if I ask you to turn a blind eye for the sake of friendship for many years, you probably won't agree, and the next step should be to persuade me to go to the Shenwu Temple to plead guilty, right?"
Thanks also sighed. Although he and Lingwen have known each other for hundreds of years, they have been in business contacts, and although they have never been friends, the relationship between the two is not bad. He has never neglected him in the slightest, on the contrary, he has taken care of him a lot. Piansheng, Jin Yixian's task was assigned to him, and finally found out, the report is not, it is even more impossible not to report.
Xie pity said sincerely: "I am also unlucky."
Lingwen raised his arms, shook his head and said, "Your Highness, you're a person... Sometimes you're smart, sometimes you're not smart; sometimes you're soft-hearted, and sometimes you're hard-hearted."
After a pause, she said, "Where is that dress now?"
Thanks for the pity: "It's in my hands. After that, I will personally send it to the Shenwu Temple."
Lingwen nodded and seemed to have nothing to say. Xie Lian said again: "So, can you tell me why that Jin Yixian won't work when worn on Lang Ying?"
Lingwen said: "I can probably guess. However, if His Highness wants to know the answer, can you grant me a request first?"
Thanks for the pity: "You said."
Lingwen said: "Can you let me see it? Jin Yixian."
Thanks for a moment. Lingwen said: "Just give me one day. After all, if I go to the Shenwu Temple to plead guilty, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to watch it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to do anything, just, you said yesterday that he appeared, I Really surprised."
She shook her head, her eyes were slightly scattered, and she said, "... After so many years, I have never seen Bai Jin appear."
Thanks for the pity: "That young soldier, was his original name Bai Jin?"
Lingwen seemed to have just recovered, and said, "Oh. Yes, but generally others call him Xiaobai."
Thanks for the pity: "Xiaobai? Sounds like..." It's a bit like calling a dog, and a bit like calling an idiot. Lingwen smiled and said, "That's what you think now. The name Bai Jin was given to him by me. Others never call him that, so few people know the name. However, if you call him that, he will would be very happy."
In the legend of Jin Yixian, the way the young woman admired treated the young man was only cruel and terrifying, either because of deep hatred, or because she was born cold-blooded. However, when Lingwen mentioned the young man, his tone was very easy-going, with neither tenderness nor hatred, he just said: "Is it alright? If Your Highness is afraid of me escaping, why don't you use Ruo Xie to lock me up. Can't fall off."
For some reason, Xie Lian felt that he should believe in Lingwen, pondered for a moment, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay."
The two pretended to be okay and left the Lingwen Hall. When walking on Xianjing Street, he still greeted other priests passing by as usual. Lingwen's expression was as usual, and she couldn't tell that her hands in her sleeves had been locked by Ruo Xie. After not walking very far, they bumped into Pei Ming, who was returning from patrolling the street. The two greeted each other, stood on the side of the road and greeted each other. Why are you looking at me like that?"
Pei Ming touched his chin and said sincerely: "To tell the truth, His Royal Highness, I am terrified when I see you now, and I always feel that something will happen to anyone standing next to you. So I see you walking with Lingwen. , the heartbeat has accelerated again. Lingwen, you must be careful recently."
Lingwen haha said: "How can it be? General Pei, don't joke." Xie Lian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In a sense, Pei Ming's feeling is really accurate.
Returning to the Bodhisattva Temple, from a distance, I saw Lang Ying leaning against an old tree in front of the temple, playing with a broom in his left hand carelessly, and a pile of swept golden leaves piled at his feet. Xie Lian squinted and watched for a while, and then he deliberately put more emphasis on the footsteps and walked over. Lang Ying did not look back, but he must have noticed their existence, changed his posture very naturally, continued to sweep the floor, turned around, and seemed to see it. Xie Lian and Lingwen walked slowly. Xie Lian coughed and said, "I'm sweeping the floor again."
Lang Ying nodded. Seeing him like this, Xie Lian couldn't hold back, he pretended to be an elder and touched the top of his head and praised: "Good boy."
Lang Ying accepted it safely. Lingwen looked at them and did not comment. Xie Lian led her to open the door of Bodhisattva Temple and said, "It's here..."
Who knows, as soon as they opened the door, they saw a figure squatting in front of the merit box, and sneakily stuffing gold bars, Xie Lian rushed up and dragged him away, saying: "Qiying, don't stuff it any more, it's really enough. Well, I haven't gotten out the ones you stuffed last time, it's already stuck."
Lingwen nodded and said, "His Royal Highness Qiying is good."
Quan Yizhen also said to her, "Hello."
There is a wooden shelf in the center of the Bodhisattva Temple, and a simple linen is hung on the shelf. Of course, this is only what Xie Lian sees. Lingwen stepped forward and stared at it for a while, the clothes did not respond, she turned her head and said: "My two highnesses, I want to take a look here alone, can I?"
Thanks for the pity: "Yes."
If Xie tied Lingwen's hands, she is not a god of war, and basically there will be no trouble, Xie Lian is still at ease, put his hand on Quan Yizhen's shoulder, and said: "Go out."
It was a bit of a solution, and Xie Lian relaxed a little. Just when the neighbors brought me a circle of fruits and vegetables, he took them to the kitchen and prepared to cook. It can be described as perseverance. After a few days, Quan Yizhen seems to have regarded his Bodhisattva Temple as a place like a farmhouse, jumping up and down, sometimes climbing trees, sometimes stealing melons, sometimes catching fish, sometimes catching frogs. As soon as he was not careful, Xie Lian was touched by him into the kitchen and stole a sweet potato. He felt empty, and when he turned around, he saw Quan Yizhen slipped out with a sweet potato in his mouth, anxious like a fish slipping through the net, and hurriedly said: "It's not ready yet, don't eat it!"
However, it was because he didn't make it that he had to eat it quickly, and he couldn't eat it when he made it. Xie Lian shook his head, and saw Lang Ying coming over again, squinting, and said, "Lang Ying, are you free? Come and help, cut a vegetable."
Lang Ying was going to snatch the sweet potato that Quan Yizhen stole. After listening to Xie Lian's words, he came to help without saying a word. He picked up the kitchen knife on the cutting board, pressed the cabbage, and cut the knife carefully. Xie pity looked at him, turned his head, washed rice, and said casually: "Lang Ying, you have seen a lot of ghosts and spirits that have come to our Bodhisattva Temple, right?"
Each one is weird. Lang Ying said behind him, "Well."
Thanks for the pity: "Then, let me ask you a question: If you are asked to choose, which of these gods and ghosts do you think is the most handsome?"
Lang Ying choked up the vegetables and seemed to be thinking. Xie Lian raised his eyebrows and said, "Say it. Just tell the truth in your heart."
So Lang Ying replied, "You."
Thanks for the pity: "Except me."
Lang Ying said, "The one in red."
Xie Lian could not help but suffer from internal injuries.
He said solemnly: "Well, I think so too."
After a pause, Xie Lian asked again: "Then who do you think is the most powerful?"
Lang Ying still replied, "The one in red."
Xie Lian quickly asked, "Which one is the richest?"
"The one in red."
"Which one do you admire the most?"
"The one in red."
"Which one is the dumbest?"
"The green one."
These questions were so closely connected that he changed his words in a timely manner, which shows his quick thinking and quick response. Thanks for the pity: "Well, it seems that you still like the brother in red. His name is Huacheng, remember it. So, do you think he is very good?"
Unconsciously, Lang Ying's knife seemed to be several times faster, and said, "Very good."
Thanks for the pity: "So, if you have time, do you think you should invite him to come to us as a guest again?"
Lang Ying said: "Well. Of course. It is necessary."
Thanks for the pity: "I think so too. However, his subordinates said that he is very busy recently, and he must be busy doing very serious things. I think it is better not to disturb."
After this sentence, Lang Ying's "click" sound of cutting vegetables suddenly became a bit heavier, and Xie Lian held the stove, holding back his laughter until his stomach twitched. Quan Yizhen's head suddenly came in from the window, took a bite of the sweet potato, glanced at it, and said to Lang Ying, "You cut it so brokenly, it's not delicious."
Lang Ying said: "Huh? What did you say?"
Xie pity looked back, it was not just broken, it was broken into slag, he coughed lightly and said: "Oh, really, your sword skills are too poor."
"..."
Poured a lot of messy ingredients into the pot, Xie Lian clapped his hands, decided to let them cook for an hour, went out of the kitchen, looked at Lingwen, and stayed in the view honestly, he then Continuing to work, he dug out a slightly larger wooden sign from the pyre, borrowed a pen and ink from the village chief's house, and sat at the door, holding the wooden sign in one hand, and holding the pen in the other. Lang Ying also came over, thanked him and raised his head, and said warmly: "Lang Ying, are you literate? Can you write?"
Lang Ying said: "Yes."
Thanks for the pity: "How about your words?"
Lang Ying said: "General."
Thanks for the pity: "It doesn't matter, you can see it clearly, and do me a favor."
He handed both the wooden plaque and the pen to Lang Ying, and said with a smile, "There has never been a plaque in our temple, why don't you write one with me?"
"..."
Under Xie Lian's urging, Lang Ying picked up the pen. The small pen was in his hand, as if heavier than a thousand jin, and he couldn't move it no matter what.
After a long while, he seemed to admit defeat, put down the pen and board, and after the bandage, a helpless voice came: "...Brother, I was wrong."
This voice is not Lang Ying at all, it is clearly Huacheng, but it is clearer than before, it is the voice of a teenager. Xie Lian leaned against the wall with his arms in his arms, watching him struggle for a long time, and finally surrendered, he couldn't help it, and fell to the ground with a smile: "Sanlang is really busy!"