017 “Blessing from Heavenly Official” Chapter 16

☆、Chapter 16 The red clothes beat Maple and the skin is as white as snow

Xie Lian was stunned on the spot.Seeing that the young man had a slender figure, he was carrying a large bag of rags for him, and he was carrying it so calmly, which made him feel guilty in his heart.Sanlang took a few steps and had already walked out. He was about to catch up with Xie Lian when he suddenly remembered that the old man driving the car was still lying in the car. He turned back and stretched out his hand again to wake him up and told him not to tell anyone what happened tonight.When the old man saw his ability on the road, he said that there was no way he could be different. He nodded repeatedly and took Lao Huang home quickly.

The only thing left on the cart was a roll of mat. Xie Lian picked it up and looked back. Sanlang had already carried the big bag of messy things with one hand and walked up the hillside leisurely.

Arriving in front of the crooked Bodhisattva Temple, Sanlang lowered his head and smiled, as if he had seen something interesting.Xie Lian came closer and realized that he was looking at the sign asking for donations for a dilapidated house. He coughed lightly and said, “Look, that’s it. That’s why I just said that you might not be able to get used to it.”

Saburo said: “Very good.”

In the past, Xie Lian always said “It’s okay, okay” to others. Today was the first time he heard someone say that to him. It’s really hard to describe how he felt.The original wooden door of Bodhisattva Temple had long since decayed. Xie Lian removed it and replaced it with a curtain. He stepped forward and lifted it up, saying, “Come in.” Sanlang followed him and went in.

The furnishings inside this small wooden house are clear at a glance. There are only a rectangular altar table, two small wooden stools, a small futon, and a merit box.Xie Lian took the things in Sanlang’s hands, placed the bought cigarette sticks, incense burner, paper and pens and other items on the altar table, and lit a red candle that someone had stuffed in when collecting rags, and the room suddenly became brighter.Sanlang picked up the lottery tube casually, shook it, put it down, and said, “So, is there a bed?”

Xie Lian turned around, silently put down the roll of mat on his back, and handed it to him.

Sanlang raised an eyebrow and said, “There’s only one, right?”

Xie Lian only met this young man on his way back from town. Naturally, he didn’t expect to buy an extra one in advance.He said: “If you don’t mind, we can squeeze in tonight.”

Sanlang said: “Alright.”

Xie Lian took the broom and swept the floor again.Sanlang looked around the temple and said, “Brother, is there something missing in your temple?”

Xie Lian finished sweeping the floor and was squatting on the ground to spread the mat. After hearing this, he said while spreading: “I think, apart from believers, there should be nothing missing.”

Sanlang also squatted down, held his chin in one hand, and asked, “Where is the statue?”

After being reminded by him, Xie Lian suddenly remembered that he had actually forgotten the most important thing – the idol!

What is the contemplation without the image of God?Although his true form is here, he cannot be allowed to sit on the altar by himself every day.

After thinking for a moment, Xie Lian found a solution and said, “I just bought paper and pen. I’ll draw a portrait and hang it up tomorrow.”

If he painted his own portrait and hung it in his own view, if this matter were reported to heaven, he would probably be laughed at for another ten years.However, carving a statue of a god is both costly and time-consuming. In comparison, Xie Lian chose to be laughed at for ten years.Unexpectedly, Sanlang said: “Painting? I can do it. Do you want to help?”

Xie Lian was startled and said with a smile: “Then I’ll thank you in advance. But I’m afraid you don’t know how to draw the portrait of Prince Xianle.” After all, almost all of his portraits were burned eight hundred years ago, and no matter how many have survived now, I’m afraid not many people have seen them.Saburo said: “Of course. I will. We were talking about His Royal Highness in the car just now, weren’t we?”

Thank you for remembering.Indeed, on the way, he said, “You probably haven’t heard of it,” but Saburo didn’t answer.Now I feel a little surprised to hear him say this.He spread the mat, straightened up, and said, “Do you really know Sanlang?”

Sanlang sat on the mat and said, “I know.”

The expression and tone of this young man’s words are very interesting.He was always smiling, but it was really hard to tell whether his smile was sincere or whether he was mocking the other person for not being worth mentioning.Xie Lian listened to his conversation all the way and was quite interested in his evaluation. He also sat down next to him and said, “Then, what do you think of this Prince Xianle, Sanlang?”

The two looked at each other under the lamp, the light of the red candle trembling slightly.Saburo held the candlelight on his back, his black eyes sinking in the shadows, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

After a while, he said: “I think Jun Wu must hate him very much.”

Xie Lian didn’t expect such an answer. He was startled and said, “Why do you think so?”

Saburo said: “Otherwise, why would he be demoted twice?”

Hearing this, Xie Lian smiled slightly and thought: “It’s really a child’s idea.”

He lowered his head and slowly untied his clothes while saying: “This has nothing to do with whether you hate it or not. There are many things in the world that cannot simply be explained by dislike or like.”

Saburo said: “Oh.”

Xie Lian turned around, took off the white boots, and said: “Besides, if you do something wrong, you should be punished. The emperor just fulfilled his duty twice.”

Saburo was noncommittal and said: “Maybe.”

Xie Lian took off his coat, folded it and put it on the altar table. He wanted to say something more, but when he turned around, he saw Saburo’s eyes focused on his feet.

The gaze was very strange. It was said to be cold, but it felt hot and stinging; it was said to be hot, but there was a faint coldness to it.Xie Lian looked down and felt enlightened.What this young man looked at was a black cursed shackle on his right ankle.

The first cursed shackles were tightly looped around the neck, and the second cursed shackles were tightly tied to the ankles.No matter which one of these two cursed shackles is locked in the wrong place, it is unobstructed.In the past, if others asked about it, Xie Lian would usually reply casually that it was necessary for practice, but if Sanlang asked about it, he might not be so easy to deal with.

However, Saburo just stared at his ankle for a while and said nothing.Xie Lian stopped worrying about this and lay down.The young man also lay down next to him, fully clothed. He was probably not used to sleeping on the ground with his clothes off. Xie Lian thought to himself that he would have to get a bed later, and said, “Let’s rest.”

With a gentle blow, the red candle goes out.

The next morning, when Xie Lian opened his eyes, Saburo was not lying next to him.And when I looked up, my heart was shocked.There is a portrait hanging above the altar table.

This portrait shows a man dressed in rich clothes and a golden mask, holding a sword in one hand and flowers in the other.The pen power is excellent and the colors are excellent.

It is exactly a “Picture of the Prince of Xianle Delighting the Gods”.

Xie Lian had not seen this painting for many years. He was stunned for a while before he got up, got dressed and raised the curtain.Saburo was outside the house, leaning in the shadows, spinning a broom in his hand and looking at the sky boredly.

This boy seemed to really dislike sunlight.The way he looked at the sky was as if he was thinking about how to drag the sun down and crush it to pieces.There is a pile of fallen leaves outside the door, all swept up and piled in one place.Xie Lian went out and asked, “Did you have a good rest last night?”

Saburo was still leaning against the wall, turned his head and said, “Not bad.”

Xie Lian walked over, took the broom in his hand, and said, “Sanlang, was that portrait in the view painted by you?”

Saburo said: “Yeah.”

Thanks for the pity: “The painting is really good.”

The corners of Saburo’s mouth curled up, but he didn’t speak.I don’t know if it was because of a rough night’s sleep that his hair was tied more crookedly today. It was loose and very casual. But in fact, it was also very good-looking, casual but not messy, and a bit playful.Xie Lian pointed to his hair and said, “Do you want me to help you?”

Sanlang nodded and went in to watch with Xie Lian.After he sat down, Xie Lian untied his hair, held the black hair in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Even if the palm prints and fingerprints are perfect, there will always be a loophole somewhere for the monsters and monsters.There are countless hairs on a living person, and each hair is divided very finely and clearly.As for the fake skins forged by ghosts, their hair is either a black cloud, or is glued into a large piece, like strips of cloth, or… they simply pretend to be bald.

After confirming the palm prints and fingerprints last night, Xie Lian had already lowered his guard, but the portrait he saw this morning made him slightly suspicious.

It was either that the painting was not good, or that it was too good, which made him feel strange.

However, he gently rubbed his fingers in Saburo’s hair and slowly explored it. The young man’s black hair was smooth and long, and there was nothing abnormal about it.After a long while, wondering if he was itching him, Saburo smiled, tilted his head slightly, looked at him sideways, and said, “Brother, are you tying my hair, or are you thinking of doing something else?”

His long hair was hanging down, and he was still handsome, but a little more evil for no reason.Asking such a question seemed to be teasing, so he smiled gratefully and said, “Okay.” Then he quickly tied up his hair.

Unexpectedly, after finishing, Sanlang glanced at the basin on the side, turned back, and raised his eyebrows at Xie Lian.Xie Lian looked at it, coughed slightly, and rubbed his eyebrows.

This hair was crooked when it was tied up just now, but it is still crooked now.

Although Sanlang didn’t say anything, he just looked at him, but Xie Lian felt that he hadn’t been this embarrassed for at least hundreds of years. He put down his hands and was about to say, come here and let’s do it again. He only heard a noise outside the door, the sound of people and footsteps, and several loud shouts: “Great Immortal!!!”

When Xie Lian heard this, he was surprised. He rushed out and saw a large circle of people outside the door. They were all excited and their faces were red. The leader of the village rushed up to him, grabbed his hand, and said: “Great Immortal! There is a living immortal in our village. It’s so great!!!”

Xie Lian: “???”

The rest of the villagers have already gathered around: “Great Immortal, welcome to settle in our Pochi Village!”

“Great Immortal! Can you help me find my wife?!”

“Great Immortal! Can you bless the one in my family to have a baby soon?!”

“Great Immortal! I have fresh Bodhisattva here! Do you want to eat Bodhisattva?!”

The villagers were too enthusiastic. Xie Lian was besieged and kept retreating, complaining in his heart.The old man was a big talker last night. He had clearly told him not to tell anyone, but this morning it spread throughout the village!

The author has something to say: A monster is coming soon, and then they can live together while collecting rags and fighting monsters at the same time (Get out!