5 chapter 5

Sensing their gazes, Xie Lian smiled and turned around. "Is this the first time you've seen a real curse?"

Curse, as the name suggested, was a shackle formed by a curse.

A Heavenly Official who had been demoted to the Heavenly Realm would have the wrath of the heavens turned into a sin imprint. It would bind and seal their divine power so that they would never be able to escape. It was like tattooing on the face or chaining their hands and feet. It was a form of punishment and also a warning, frightening and humiliating.

As the laughingstock of the Three Realms who had been beaten down twice, Xie Lian naturally had such a curse on his body. It was impossible for these two minor military officials not to have heard of it, but there was still a big gap between hearing about it and seeing it with their own eyes. Therefore, Xie Lian could understand why they had such expressions on their faces.

He guessed that this thing might have made the two minor military officials afraid and uncomfortable. After all, it wasn't a good thing.

He wanted to find some clothes to wear outside, but Fu Yao rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you go out on the streets looking like this, you'll look extremely vulgar." It was only after Nan Feng reached the back of the hall that he casually tore off the clothes of the temple attendants and threw it at him that he stopped being vulgar. But after sitting down again, he felt that the atmosphere had become a bit awkward. Thus, Xie Lian took out the scroll given by Ling Wen Palace and asked, "Do you want to take a look?"

Nanfeng raised his eyelids and looked at him. "I've seen it. I think he's the one who needs to take a good look. "

Fu Yao said, "What do you mean I need to take a good look? That scroll isn't written in detail and isn't worth a single coin. Is it worth looking at again and again? "

Hearing him say that the scroll wasn't worth a single coin, Xie Lian couldn't help but feel sorry for those minor officials who had written so much that their faces turned ashen. Fu Yao said, "Ah, where were we just now? Nan Yang Temple – why are there so many believers in Nan Yang? "

Alright. Xie Lian put away the scroll and rubbed his throbbing eyebrows. He knew in his heart that no one would be able to look at it tonight!

Since they couldn't look at it properly, then let's see what was going on. It turned out that apart from the Crown Prince who had been collecting trash in the mortal world for hundreds of years, all the immortals and gods knew that Nan Yang True Monarch Feng Xin was once known as "Giant Sun True Monarch". He truly detested this form of address. And everyone only had one word for his experience: "Injustice!"

Because the original correct way to write it was "Absolute Yang". The reason why it was misreported was because of this matter.

Many years ago, there was a monarch who built temples. In order to express his sincerity, he personally inscribed words on the horizontal boards of every palace and hall. However, when he wrote "Ju Yang Palace", for some unknown reason, he wrote "Ju Yang Palace" instead.

The officials in charge of the construction of the temples were worried to death. They could not figure out if His Majesty had deliberately changed it like this or if he had accidentally written it wrong. If it was on purpose, why didn't they order me to change it? If he didn't do it on purpose, why would he make such a low-level mistake? He couldn't say, "Your Majesty, you're wrong." Who knew if His Majesty would think that he was mocking his carelessness? Insinuating that his knowledge was shallow? Insincere? Moreover, this was His Majesty's treasured calligraphy. Would it be useless if he didn't use it?

The most difficult thing to guess in the world was the will of a Saint. The officials were in extreme pain. After thinking about it, they felt that rather than wronging His Majesty, it was better to wronging Ju Yang Supreme.

They had to admit that they made the right choice. After His Majesty found out that Ju Yang had become Ju Yang, he didn't say anything else. He only invited a group of scholars to vigorously flip through ancient books and find countless minor and minor reasons. They wrote many articles to prove that Ju Yang was originally Ju Yang and that Ju Yang was the wrong way to write it. In short, after one night, all the Ju Yang Palace in the country became Ju Yang Palace.

Feng Xin, who had been inexplicably changed, only found out about this matter after more than ten years. He basically never carefully looked at the signboard of his own palace. But one day, he suddenly felt very depressed. Why did it seem like there were so many women coming to his temple to worship? Moreover, all of them were bashful and their faces were completely red. What were they praying for when they offered incense?!

After figuring out what was going on, he rushed to the peak of the Nine Heavens and loudly cursed at the scorching sun in the sky.

All the Heavenly Officials were shocked by him.

After cursing, there was nothing they could do. If they prayed, then so be it. He couldn't say that he couldn't get along with these pious women, so he braced himself and listened to them for many years. Even when Ju Yang was changed to Nan Yang by a proper monarch who felt that this was simply improper, everyone still didn't forget that besides being a Martial God, what else could he protect in passing? However, everyone also adhered to a tacit understanding: they absolutely couldn't use those two words to address him. At the same time, they also adhered to a common understanding: how to evaluate Nan Yang Supreme? One word: good!

As long as he didn't open his mouth to curse, everything was good!

That Nan Feng's face was already as black as the bottom of an old pot. At this time, Fu Yao was still in the mood to write a poem. He said in a refined manner, "The friend of women, praying for children is the strongest. The secret formula for strengthening one's sexual function, sending children to Nan Yang. Ahaha, ahaha, ahahahahaha … "

Xie Lian very kindly held back his laughter, giving him a bit of face in front of the statue of Nan Yang. Nan Feng, on the other hand, flew into a rage. "Don't come here and act weird. If you're really bored, then go sweep the floor!"

When these words came out, Fu Yao's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. If Nan Yang Palace Hall couldn't bear to hear people say those two words, then Xuan Zhen Palace Hall couldn't bear to hear people say the word sweep. This was because when Mu Qing worked as an errand boy in Huang Ji Temple, he spent all day bringing tea and water to His Highness the Crown Prince, Xie Lian, sweeping the floor and making the bed. One day, Xie Lian saw him silently reciting cultivation incantations while sweeping the floor. Xie Lian was moved by Mu Qing's painstaking effort and spirit of seeking knowledge in adversity. Thus, Xie Lian went to plead with the State Preceptor to accept him as a disciple. How should this matter be put? It could be big or small, it could be shameful or it could be a beautiful story. It all depended on what the person involved thought. Obviously, the person involved thought this was the shame of his life. This was because Mu Qing and the generals under him would definitely turn hostile if they heard this word. Sure enough, Fu Yao calmed down and glanced at Xie Lian, who was innocently waving his hand. He sneered and said, "Hearing you say this, those who don't know would think that your Nan Yang Palace Hall is fighting for His Highness the Crown Prince."

Nan Feng also sneered. "Your General is indeed ungrateful. What else is there to say?"

"Eh … …" Xie Lian was just about to interject when Fu Yao laughed and said, "Your General is just a pot calling the kettle black. What qualifications does he have to poke at me?"

"… …" Hearing them use him as a big stick to hammer the spine of the Heavenly Official above him, Xie Lian finally couldn't bear to listen anymore. He said, "Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop. "

Naturally, no one paid attention to him. Instead, they began to fight. It wasn't clear who started first, but in any case, the offering table was split into two halves. The plate of fruits rolled all over the floor. Xie Lian saw that it was impossible to stop the fight. He sat in the corner and sighed, "What a tragedy." Picking up a small steamed bun that rolled to his feet, he wiped off the skin and prepared to eat it. Nan Feng saw this from the corner of his eye and immediately slapped his hand away. "Stop eating!"

Fu Yao also stopped. Shocked and disgusted, he said, "You can still eat it when it's covered in dust!"

Xie Lian took the opportunity to make a gesture and said, "Stop, stop, stop. I have something I want to say. "

He separated the two of them and said with a pleasant expression, "First, the Crown Prince you're talking about is me. This Prince hasn't even said anything, so don't use me as a weapon to attack each other. " He paused for a moment before adding, "I believe that your two Generals would absolutely not do this. If you act so disrespectfully, where would they put their faces?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the two of them became somewhat unpredictable. Xie Lian then said, "Second, you're here to assist me, right? Then, are you going to listen to me, or am I going to listen to you? "

After a long time, the two of them finally said, "We'll listen to you."

Although their faces seemed to be saying, "In your dreams, we'll listen to you." Xie Lian was still very satisfied. With a "pa" sound, he clasped his hands together and said, "Good. Finally, the third and most important point — — if you must throw something, then please throw it at me. Don't throw the food. "

Nan Feng finally dug out the steamed bun that Xie Lian had been looking for an opportunity to eat. Unable to bear it any longer, he said, "If it fell on the floor, then don't eat it!"

The next day, it was still the same Xiang Feng Little Shop.

The tea sommelier was once again stretching his legs at the entrance to rest his bones. From afar, he saw the three people approaching. A Daoist dressed in simple white clothes and carrying a bamboo hat walked in front. Two tall and slender youths dressed in black walked behind him.

The Daoist leisurely walked over with his arms crossed. Unexpectedly, he looked even more like an idler than the tea sommelier. "Shopkeeper, I'll have to trouble you to bring three cups of tea."

The tea sommelier smiled and said, "Coming!"

In his heart, he thought, "These three silly little brothers are here again. What a pity, each one of them looks better than the last, but each one of them is sicker than the last. What gods, what immortals, what ghosts, and what heavens are they? If these people are sick, what's the use of looking better? "

Xie Lian still chose a seat by the window. After sitting down together, Nan Feng asked, "Why did we come here to talk? Are you sure no one else will hear us?"

Xie Lian warmly said, "It's fine. Even if they heard us, they wouldn't care. They would only think we're sick. "

"… …"

Xie Lian said, "In order to prevent the three of us from wasting time like this, let's get straight to the point. After calming down for a night, have you guys thought of any ideas? "

Fu Yao's eyes brightened. He coldly said, "Kill!"

Nan Feng said, "Nonsense!"

Xie Lian said, "Nan Feng, don't be so fierce. Fu Yao isn't wrong. The fundamental way to solve a problem is to kill. The problem is where to kill, who to kill, and how to kill. I suggest … … "

Right at this moment, the sound of gongs and drums could be heard from the main street. The three of them looked out the window.

It was that sinister and miserable group of people who were 'sending off the bride'. This group of people were blowing and beating drums, shouting and wailing as if they were afraid others wouldn't hear them. Nan Feng frowned and said, "Didn't they say that the natives near Mount Yu Jun don't dare to make a big fuss when they get married?"

Everyone in this group was a strong and sturdy dark-skinned man. Their expressions and muscles were all taut, and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat. It was as if they weren't carrying a big, joyous sedan chair, but rather a death-reaping guillotine. Who knew what kind of people were sitting in the sedan chair?

After muttering to himself for a moment, Xie Lian was just about to go out and take a look when a gust of chilly wind blew past. The curtain on one side of the sedan chair was lifted by the wind.

The person behind the curtain was leaning in the sedan chair in a very strange posture. Her head was tilted, and under the veil was a mouth painted bright red. The smile at the corner of her mouth was overly exaggerated. The sedan chair jolted, and the veil slid down, revealing a pair of round eyes that stared in their direction.

From the looks of it, it was clearly a woman with a broken neck who was currently laughing silently at them.

It was unknown whether it was because the sedan chair bearers' hands were shaking too violently, but the sedan chair wasn't very stable. The woman's head was also swaying. As the sedan chair swayed, with a 'dong', a head fell off and rolled onto the main street.