098 “Blessing from Heavenly Official” Chapter 97

☆、Chapter 97 The white night inscription makes the red sleeves more fragrant

He actually had a vague answer to this question in his mind.However, Huacheng’s reaction was very different from what he expected.

After a moment of silence, Huacheng suddenly said: “I’m sorry.”

Xie Lian was puzzled: “What?”

He originally thought that if the “Thousand Deng Temple” was not an error, then the only one who was most likely to have something to do with it was Huacheng.But no matter whether his guess was correct or not, Huacheng had no reason to say sorry.Huacheng didn’t answer, and only motioned for him to go forward with him, thanking him for following him.The two walked for a while, and when they turned a corner, their vision suddenly opened up, and a palace with a spiritual light flowing quietly appeared in front of Xie Lian.

For a moment, his breath froze.

In all directions, there is a ghostland scenery of black and red, and surrounded by it, the palace is magnificent, with thousands of lights shining brightly, like a fairyland.

Such a palace based on light and splendor is located in a ghost city where dragons and snakes are mixed, and demons are dancing. It is so out of place, yet so shocking.The moment you catch your eye, it will leave an indelible impression on your mind.After a long while, Xie Lian said: “…This is…”

The two of them stood in front of the palace and looked up.Huacheng also raised his head slightly and said: “The Mid-Autumn Festival came a few days ago. I thought that my brother would probably participate in their boring game every year when he goes to heaven, so I made this place to have some fun and relieve my boredom while my brother is attending the banquet.”

“…”

His way of “relieving boredom” is quite shocking.In order to “have some fun” for Xie Lian, they built a temple and installed three thousand blessing lanterns!

Huacheng lowered his head slightly, straightened his sleeves, and said: “I didn’t want to teach you what I know, because I arranged it without authorization. I built my brother’s temple in my messy place. It’s better for my brother not to be weirded out.”

Xie Lian immediately shook his head.Huacheng actually felt that it was causing him trouble, so he didn’t want him to know. He simply didn’t know what to say.At this point, it would be too weak to say thank you, so Xie Lian calmed down, took a deep breath, and concentrated on admiring the “Thousand Lanterns Temple”. After a moment, he turned his head and said: “This palace is magnificent and magnificent, and it is so ingenious that it took several days to complete. Couldn’t Sanlang have just built it recently?”

Huacheng smiled and said: “Of course not. My brother saw it well. This place was built a long time ago. I couldn’t put it to use, so I kept it hidden. I never let anyone in. But thank you to my brother for finally finding a use and seeing the light of day.”

Hearing this, Xie Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it was built a long time ago, but has never been put to use, I guess it was originally used for other purposes, but now it is conveniently used.Otherwise, if Huacheng really built a palace specifically for him, he would be even more uneasy.Of course, depending on Huacheng’s temperament, it’s very possible that it was built purely for fun.Although Xie Lian was very curious about the original purpose of Huacheng building such a building that was completely different from the ghost city, he still resisted the urge to ask.Asking too many questions is not a good habit. Who knows when you will ask something you shouldn’t?

Huacheng said: “Go in and take a look?”

Xie Lian said happily: “Of course.”

The two walked side by side slowly into the palace and strolled on the jade paved floor.Looking around, the temple is open and bright, but there are no statues of gods or futons for believers to kneel and worship.Huacheng Road: “It was completed in a hurry, and there are many sloppy things, brother Haihan.”

Xie Lian smiled: “No. I think it’s very good, very good. There is no statue of gods and futon, so it would be best not to have one. But why is there not even a plaque?”

This question was by no means an accusation. It was just that there were carefully carved dark patterns with the words “Thousand Deng Temple” on the jade and flower paving in several places in the temple. The plaque on the facade was not hung up. Naturally, it was not because of haste, so he asked out of curiosity.Huacheng smiled and said: “There is no way. I don’t have many people here who can write. Look at the group just now, it would be good if they can read. Does my brother have any calligraphers that he likes? I will invite you to write this sign. Or, I think the best way is for my brother to write one himself and hang it on the Thousand Lanterns Temple. That would be wonderful.”

As he spoke, he pointed at the altar in the main hall.The jade case is extremely long and wide. There are some offerings and an incense tripod arranged in an orderly manner on it. There are also pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and the fragrance of books is pure and elegant.The two of them stepped forward and said with thanks, “Why don’t you just ask Sanlang to help me write it.”

Hearing this, Huacheng’s eyes widened slightly, as if he didn’t expect him to say this, and said: “Me?”

Thanks for the pity: “Yeah.”

Huacheng pointed to himself and said, “You really want me to write it?”

Xie Lian noticed something and asked, “What’s wrong with Sanlang?”

Huacheng raised an eyebrow and said: “There is no difficulty, it’s just…”

Seeing that Xie Lian had been waiting for his answer, he put up his hands and said a little helplessly: “Okay. It’s just that my writing is not good.”

This is surprising.Xie Lian really couldn’t imagine what Huacheng would do badly. He smiled and said: “Oh? Really, write one and take a look?”

Huacheng asked again: “Do you really want me to write it?”

Xie Lian took a few pieces of white paper, spread them neatly on the jade table, carefully smoothed them with his own hands, then picked out a piece of purple hair that closed his eyes, sent it to his hand, and said: “Here.”

Seeing that he was ready for everything, Huacheng said: “Okay. But, don’t laugh.”

Xie Lian nodded: “That’s natural.”

So, Huacheng took over the pen and started writing seriously.Xie Lian watched from the side. The more he looked, the more unpredictable his face became.

He really wanted to hold it back, but he still couldn’t.While Huacheng was scribbling wildly on the paper, he said in a warning and joking tone: “Brother.”

Xie Lian immediately straightened up and said, “My fault.”

He didn’t want to either, but he had something to do.The word “Huacheng” is so funny!!

Even the craziest wild grass that Xie Lian has ever seen is not half as wild as him. This wildness is also mixed with an evil trend that is blowing towards the face. I am afraid that it will make the calligraphers roll their eyes and pass out.Xie Lian worked hard for a long time before he could barely identify the ghost symbols of “Canghai”, “Water”, “Wushan” and “Cloud”. He guessed that he should have written “Once the sea was difficult to make water, except for Wushan, it was not cloud”.

Thinking that Huacheng, as the top tyrant in the ghost world, was so afraid of gods and ghosts, and finally showed such an expression on something, and it was something like writing, he couldn’t help but laugh and endure the twitching of his abdominal muscles. He picked up the work that Huacheng had completed with a wave of his hands, pretending to be calm, and said: “Yeah. Very individual, unique. There is a ‘wind’.”

Huacheng put down his pen, his posture was quite decent, he smiled and said: “Are you crazy?”

Xie Lian pretended not to hear, and commented solemnly: “Actually, writing well is not difficult, but writing your own ‘wind’ is difficult. If it is just beautiful, but the beauty is the same, then it is also inferior. Sanlang has a good way, with everyone’s style, swallowing up the mountains and rivers…” There are eight words after it: the mountains and rivers are broken, the war is in chaos.There is no other way, it is also very hard to write words of praise for people.While listening, Huacheng raised his eyebrows higher and doubted: “Really?”

Thanks for the pity: “Have I ever deceived Sanlang?”

Huacheng slowly added some new incense to the small golden tripod beside him. Amidst the clear smoke and dark fragrance, he seemed to say casually: “I really want to write it. But no one teaches me, so I don’t know what the secret is.”

He was asking the right person.Xie Lian muttered: “There is no secret, but…” After thinking about it, I finally felt that I couldn’t finish it by just talking. I came closer, picked up a pen, and wrote two lines next to the poem written by Huacheng on the paper. I finished it in one go. After looking at it for a moment, I smiled and sighed: “Ashamed. I haven’t had the opportunity to write in these many years. It’s not as good as before.”

Huacheng stared at the four lines of words that were completely different and different in style, especially the last two lines that Xie Lian connected – “I took a lazy look back at the flowers, half of them were cultivators and half of them were kings.” He connected the poems and read them several times, his eyes lingering.After a while, he raised his head and said, “Can you please give me some advice?”

Xie Lian said: “I don’t dare to give you advice.” So, he told Huacheng the basics of getting started, without reservation, and taught him all his experience in practicing calligraphy when he was young.

The fragrance is floating, the lights are bright, Xie Lian speaks seriously, and Huacheng listens attentively.In the main hall, people spoke slowly and softly, and the pictures and voices were very soft.After a while, he thanked Lian and said, “Would you like to try again?”

Huacheng said “Oh”, took the pen, and seemed to write a few words quite seriously.Xie Lian looked at him, folded his hands, tilted his head, and said: “It’s a bit interesting. But…”

However, he always felt that there was something wrong with Huacheng’s writing.After frowning and observing for a moment, he suddenly realized what was wrong – Huacheng didn’t hold the right pen at all.

Even the way I hold the pen is messy, of course it’s wrong!

Xie Lian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He stood closer and reached out to correct it without thinking, saying: “You are holding it the wrong way. If you want to do this…”

When he reached out, he suddenly realized that something might be wrong.The two of them are not a senior teacher and a young disciple, so teaching each other hand-in-hand is too close.But now that he has taken action, there is no reason to take it back hastily. That would be deliberate.Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, he still did not withdraw.Think about it again, didn’t Huacheng teach him how to roll the dice in the last ghost gambling shop like this?Although Xie Lian felt that he didn’t learn anything that time, and he felt vaguely cheated afterwards, this time, he really wanted to teach Hua Cheng something.So, Xie Lian’s warm hand rested on the back of Hua Cheng’s cold hand, holding it gently, driving his strokes to move, and whispered: “This way…”

Feeling that his subordinate Hua Cheng was holding the pen wildly, he exerted slight control and corrected it.After a while, he felt that his men were moving more wildly and out of control, so he had no choice but to hold on tighter.The words written by the two of them were crooked and unsightly. The more Xie Lian wrote, the more he felt something was wrong. He couldn’t help but say: “This…”

Huacheng seemed to have succeeded in mischief and let out a low laugh.The paper was full of messy ink, and Xie Lian said helplessly: “Sanlang… don’t be like this. Study hard and write well.”

Huacheng said: “Oh.”

At first glance, he is pretending to be serious.Xie Lian shook his head, dumbfounded.

Although Huacheng’s hand was cold, he held it in his hand, but it felt inexplicably like he was holding a soldering iron, and he did not dare to exert any more force.At this time, Xie Lian’s eyes suddenly glanced at the edge of the altar and froze.

He looked sideways and saw a small flower standing alone in the corner of the jade case.

The author has something to say: Great, the red sleeves add fragrance in the title has not been harmonized

When Huahua teaches His Highness, he should be careful, and when His Highness teaches Huahua, he should teach practical things honestly.Huahua is so naughty~

The ancients did not add incense to their red sleeves, but incense pills and tablets. However, just as the ever-bright lamps used in ancient temples to pray looked like oil lamps, they did not fly into the sky. In this article, I want it to be exactly what I want it to be, so don’t worry about such details…