014 “Blessing from Heavenly Official” Chapter 13

☆、Chapter 13 The red clothes are better than the maple skin and the skin is as white as snow

Of course, he would never say this.However, it’s no wonder that Nanfeng and Fuyao’s expressions changed drastically when they heard about Silver Butterfly. They must have suffered from the Lord of Silver Butterfly along with the two priests they served.

A priest asked: “His Royal Highness, when you met Huacheng, he, he, he… what did he do to you?”

This tone clearly sounded more like asking “Are you missing an arm or a leg?”Xie Lian said: “I didn’t do anything, it’s just…” At this point, he was at a loss for words, thinking: “Just what? You can’t say, you just robbed my sedan chair and led me all the way.” After being speechless for a moment, he had to say: “He just broke the maze set up by the female ghost Xuan Ji in Yujun Mountain and brought me in.”

All the priests were muttering in their hearts and silent.After a while, the priest asked: “Everyone, what do you think?”

Just by listening to the voice, I can imagine 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 so weird.”

“No one can figure out what Huacheng wants to do…”

Although it has been widely spread that Huacheng is a demon king, Xie Lian does not find this person very scary.To be honest, he felt that Huacheng had helped him this time.All in all, the first blessing he received after ascending back to heaven should be regarded as completed.

The leader had already said before that all the merits of the trip to Junshan would be attributed to him. Although the official only remembered to repay the vow after a long time due to the death of his daughter, and he was sad to do so, he could not help but discount it.Thanks to the pity, I am debt-free and light-hearted. My heart is clear and the sky is clear. I am happy and refreshed. I am determined to be a god.It would be best to become half-friends with all the priests.Although the psychic array in the Heavenly Court is quiet, it is always shouting and shouting when it is busy. Usually when the priests are in a good mood, or if they see something interesting, they will also talk in the array and make some jokes.Although he couldn’t tell who was who, he listened silently.But he couldn’t just stay silent forever, so after listening for a long time, he would suddenly come out and say something gentle:

“It’s really fun.”

“I read a beautiful little poem and would like to share it with you.”

“A very effective little secret for treating waist and leg pain. I would like to share it with you.”

Regrettably, every time he sends out these carefully selected and wholesome contents, there will be a silence in the psychic circle.Later, Lingwen couldn’t bear it any longer and said to him privately: “Your Highness, although the things you posted in the psychic formation are all very good, even a priest who is hundreds of years older than you would not have posted them.”

Xie Lian felt a little depressed.In fact, he is obviously not the oldest, but why among the priests is he just like an old man who can’t keep up with young people’s topics?Probably because he has been away from the heaven for too long, and he has been ignorant and uncaring about the outside world. If he cannot be saved, it is better to let it go.He gave up the matter and was no longer depressed.

But there is another problem: until now, no one in the world has built a new palace for him.Maybe there is, but since Heaven Realm has not searched for it, there is no record of it.It should be noted that even the land has a temple at least. As a serious priest who has ascended eight hundred times and ascended three times, he still does not have a temple or a single believer to worship him. This is really embarrassing.

However, the embarrassment was just that the other priests were embarrassed for him, and Xie Lian still felt that it was okay.And one day, on a whim, he suddenly thought: “If no one wants to provide for me, then I should be able to provide for myself.”

None of the priests knew how to answer.

Who the hell has ever heard of a priest who provided for himself!

What’s the point of being a god when you’re so miserable?

Xie Lian was already used to being silent when he opened his mouth. He thought it would be fun to entertain himself like this. Once he made a decision, he jumped down to earth again.

This time, he landed in a small mountain village called Puchi Village.

It is said to be a mountain village, but it is actually just a small slope.Xie Lian saw the green mountains, green waters, rolling rice fields, and beautiful scenery here, and thought to himself: “This time I really fell into a good place.” Looking again, there was a crooked and broken house on the small slope. When I asked around, the villagers said: “That house is abandoned and has no owner. Occasionally, homeless people come in to sleep for a night and live there as they please.” Isn’t this just what he wants?Come closer now.

As he got closer, he realized that the cabin looked dilapidated from a distance, and even more dilapidated up close.Two of the four pillars in the corners of the square house are probably 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 he went in to take a look and put it away.

When the villagers saw that someone actually wanted to live here, they were surprised and came over to watch the fun.The villagers here were very enthusiastic. Not only did they give him a broom to see how dirty he was after cleaning, they also gave him a basket of freshly picked water chestnuts.The skins of the water chestnuts have been peeled off, and each one is white, tender, sweet and juicy.Xie Lian squatted at the door of the broken house and finished eating. He clasped his hands together and felt very happy. He decided in his heart to call this place Bodhisattva Temple.

There is originally a small table in Bodhisattva Temple, which can be used as an altar after being wiped twice.Xie Lian was busy for a while, and the villagers who were watching saw that the young man was actually trying to create a small Taoist temple. They were even more surprised, and they asked one after another: “Who do you want to worship in this temple?”

Xie Lian coughed slightly and said, “Well, the one I am offering to you here is Prince Xianle.”

Everyone was confused: “Who is that?”

Xie Lian said: “I…I don’t know either. It seems to be a prince.”

“Oh, what for?”

“Probably to keep things safe.” He collected the rags by the way.

Everyone asked eagerly: “Then, His Highness, does he care about attracting wealth?!”

Xie Lian thought, it would be good if he didn’t owe the money, and said warmly: “It’s a pity, it seems that it can’t be done.”

Everyone gave him advice: “Let’s be a water master, it will bring wealth! It will definitely be popular!”

“Otherwise, let’s offer it to Lord Lingwen! Maybe our village will be able to produce a top scholar!”

A woman said timidly: “Um…do you have…do you have that…”

Xie Lian kept smiling and said: “Which one?”

“General Juyang.”

“…”

If he really opens a Juyang Temple, I’m afraid Feng Xin will fly an arrow from the sky right away!

The Bodhisattva Temple has been roughly cleaned, but there are still some incense burners, lottery sticks and other sundries missing.But Xie Lian completely forgot the most important thing – the idol.He picked up his bamboo hat and went out. By the way, there was no door.After thinking about it, I realized that this house must be renovated, so I wrote a sign and placed it at the door: “This house is in dire condition. We sincerely seek help from good people to donate money for repairs and accumulate merit.”

After leaving the house, we walked seven or eight miles to the town.What are you doing in town?Naturally, it was for the sake of making a living that he returned to his old profession.

In myths and legends, gods do not need to eat. In fact, it is difficult to say this.The great powers of creation can indeed absorb the spiritual energy they need directly from the sun, rain and dew.But the question is – you can do it anyway, but who would want to do it if it doesn’t matter?Why do this?

And some priests, because of their cultivation methods, require their five internal organs to be clean, and indeed they are completely immune to the fleshy and greasy food of mortals. If they do, they will suffer from vomiting and diarrhea just like mortals eating poisonous insects and mud.But it’s not that they don’t eat food, they just eat those fairy fruits and spiritual birds that were born in the pure land and have the effect of prolonging life and enhancing magic power.

But Xie Lian doesn’t have this problem.With the cursed shackles on his body, he is no different from ordinary people and can eat anything. And because he has experienced hundreds of battles, he can’t eat anything to death.Whether it’s steamed buns that have been out for a month or pastries that have grown green hair, he can definitely survive eating them.With such an incredible physique, when he was collecting rags, he was actually doing pretty well.Compare this: paying money to start a business, collecting rags to make money, it is better to collect rags if you really want to rise.

This man had the appearance of a Yushu Linfengxian, so he had an advantage when it came to collecting rags. After a while, Xie Lian collected a big bag.On the way back, I saw an old scalper pulling a cart with piles of straw piled high on the cart. I remembered that I had seen this cart in Pochi Village just now, so it must be the same road.He asked if he could give him a ride along the way. The owner of the cart raised his chin and signaled that he could come up. Xie Lian sat on it with a large bag of rags on his back.After sitting on it, I discovered that a person was already lying behind the tall pile of straw.

The man’s upper body was covered behind a pile of hay. He raised his left leg and straddled his right leg. He seemed to be lying there with his arms resting on his head and taking a nap. He looked very leisurely and contented. Such a comfortable posture made Xie Lian quite envious.The pair of black boots were tightly closed, clinging to the slender and straight calves. They were quite eye-catching. Xie Lian remembered what he saw under Yu Junshan’s hijab that night. He couldn’t help but take a few more glances and confirmed that there was no silver chain hanging on the boots. He didn’t know what kind of animal skin they were made of. He thought to himself: “This young master from some family ran out to play.”

The cart was swaying slowly on the road. Xie Lian was carrying a bamboo hat and took out a scroll to read.He never pays much attention to all the news circulating from the outside world, but because of the many silent interruptions, he feels that it is best to make up for it.The oxcart swayed for an unknown amount of time, passing through a maple forest.Looking up and looking around, the green field waves, bright maple fires, a bit of mountain wildness, and refreshing fresh grass are extremely intoxicating, and 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 plains, as bright as gold and as fierce as fire.It is inevitable to think about this situation and this scene.After looking at it for a while, he lowered his head and continued reading the scroll.

The first time I opened it, I saw a line of words that read:

Prince Xianle ascended three times.God of war, plague, and rags.

“…”

Xie Lian said: “Well, actually, if you think about it carefully, there is not much difference between the God of War and the God of Rags. All gods are equal, and all living beings are equal.”

At this time, a chuckle came from behind him, and a voice said: “Really?”

The young man said lazily: “Of course people like to say that all gods are equal and all living beings are equal. But if this were really the case, the gods and gods would not exist at all.”

The sound came from behind the straw pile on the car.Xie Lian looked back and saw that the young man was still lying there lazily, with no intention of getting up. He probably just said something casually and smiled: “What you said makes sense.”

He turned back and continued to read the scroll. At the bottom was written:

Many people believe that, as the god of plague, Prince Xianle’s handwriting or portrait has a curse effect.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 household.

“…”

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

Xie Lian shook his head and couldn’t bear to read any more comments related to himself. He decided to get to know the various priests in the world first, so as not to be confused about who is who, which would be rude.Remembering that a villager had mentioned the navy just now, I went to look up the comments about the navy and found this sentence:

The navy has no way to cross.It controls water and wealth.Many merchants will place a statue of a navy commander in their shops or homes to protect their wealth.

Xie Lian was a little strange: “Since he is the God of Water, why is he also in charge of wealth?”

At this time, the young man lying behind the straw pile said again: “Caravans carrying goods mostly travel by water, so before embarking on the road, they go to the Water Master Temple to burn a stick of incense, pray for a safe journey, and promise to come back. As time goes by, the Water God gradually takes charge of wealth.”

This was specifically designed to clear up his doubts.Xie Lian turned around and said: “Is this the case? It’s interesting. This navy master must be a very powerful priest.”

The young man sneered: “Well, Shui Hengtian.”

Listening to his tone, it seemed that he didn’t take the priest very seriously, and he didn’t seem to have anything nice to say. He thanked him and said, “What is Shui Hengtian?”

The young man said leisurely: “The boat is crossing the river, whether to leave or stay, it all depends on his words. If you don’t give him an offering, he will turn over. He is very upright, so I gave him a nickname, called Shui Hengtian. It has the same meaning as General Juyang and General Sweeping the Ground.”

Priests with resounding names have several mixed names in the human world and heaven, such as Xie Lian, the laughing stock of the three realms, the famous weirdo, the broom star, the lost dog, cough cough cough, etc.Usually, it is very rude to call a priest by a nickname. For example, if anyone dares to call Mu Qing “General Sweeper” in front of him, Mu Qing will be furious.Xie Lian remembered that he couldn’t call me that, and said: “I see, thank you for your answer.” After a pause, he felt that the young man’s conversation was interesting, and then said: “My friend, you are young, but you know a lot.”

The young man said: “Not much. Free. Just take a look when I have time.”

Among the people, there are a lot of mythological pamphlets everywhere, telling stories about gods and ghosts, ranging from big stories of gratitude and resentment to trivial stories, some true and some false.This young man knows a lot, so it’s not surprising.Xie Lian put down the scroll and said: “Well, my friend, you know a lot about gods, but do you know about ghosts?”

The young man said: “Which ghost?”

Xie Lian said: “Blood rain explores the flowers, the flower city.”

Hearing this, the young man chuckled twice 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 as red as maple, his skin was as white as snow, and his eyes were as bright as stars. He was squinting at him with a smile. He was extremely handsome, but his expression was inexplicably wild.The black hair was tied loosely and slightly crooked, looking extremely casual.

The two of them were walking through the blazing maple forest. The maple leaves danced down, and one fell on the young man’s shoulder.He blew the maple gently, 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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