chapter 13

Of course, he definitely wouldn't say this out loud. However, it was no wonder that Nan Feng and Fu Yao's expressions changed when they heard about the Silver Butterfly. They must have suffered at the hands of the Silver Butterfly Master along with the two Heavenly Officials they served.

One of the Heavenly Officials asked, "Your Highness, you met Hua Cheng. He, he, he … … What did he do to you?"

This tone sounded more like he was asking, "Are you missing an arm or a leg?" Xie Lian replied, "He didn't do anything, it's just … …" At this point, he was at a loss for words and pondered, "Just what? I can't say that he stole my sedan chair and held my hand all the way. " After a moment of silence, he could only say, "He only broke the bewildering array that the female ghost Xuan Ji set in Mount Yu Jun and brought me in."

All the Heavenly Officials muttered in their hearts and didn't say anything. After a while, one of the Heavenly Officials asked, "Everyone, what do you think?"

Just by listening to their voices, Xie Lian could imagine the Heavenly Officials 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 scary."

"What does Hua Cheng want to do, no one can understand … …"

Although he was told that Hua Cheng was a devil incarnate, Xie Lian didn't feel that this person was that scary. To be honest, he felt that this time, Hua Cheng had helped him. In short, the first blessing he received after ascending to the Heaven Realm could be considered completed.

Earlier, he had said that the merit points from this trip to Mount Yu Jun would all be counted on him. Even though that official only remembered to repay the vow after a long time because of his daughter's death, and he had to repay the vow with grief, it was inevitable that the merit points would be discounted. But with all kinds of leniency, the 8.88 million merit points wouldn't be too far off. Xie Lian's body was light and his mind was clear. He felt happy and refreshed, so he decided to be a good God. It would be best if he could become half friends with the Heavenly Officials. Although the spirit communication array of the celestial heavens was quiet, it was still noisy when it got busy. Usually, when the Heavenly Officials were in a good mood or saw something interesting, they would talk about it inside the array and tease a few words when it was appropriate. Although he couldn't tell who was who, he still listened quietly. But he couldn't keep silent forever. So, after listening for a long time, he would occasionally pop up and say gently,

"It's really interesting."

"I've read a beautiful poem, and I'd like to share it with everyone."

"I have a very effective little secret for treating back and leg pain. I would like to share it with everyone."

Regrettably, every time he sent out these carefully selected and very beneficial contents, there would be a period of silence in the spirit communication formation. In the end, Ling Wen really couldn't bear it anymore. She said to him in private, "Your Highness, although the things you sent out in the spirit communication array are all very good, even if it's a Heavenly Official who's a few hundred years older than you, they still wouldn't send them out."

Xie Lian felt a little depressed. In fact, he clearly wasn't the oldest, but why did he seem like an old man who couldn't keep up with the conversation of the young? It was probably because he had been away from the Heavenly Realm for too long, and he had always been ignorant and inexperienced, not caring about the matters of the outside world. Since he could not be saved, it was fine. After giving up on this matter, he was no longer depressed.

But there was another problem. Up until now, no one in the human world had built a new temple for him. Perhaps there was, but since the Heavenly Realm couldn't find it, there was no record of it. One must know that even the land had a temple. He was a Heavenly Official who had ascended eight hundred years ago, and had even ascended three times. Up until now, he didn't have a temple, nor did he have a believer to worship. This was really very embarrassing.

However, it was only the other Heavenly Officials who felt embarrassed for him. Xie Lian himself still felt that it was okay. Moreover, one day, he had a sudden impulse and suddenly thought, "If no one wants to worship me, then I should be able to worship myself."

All the Heavenly Officials didn't know how to respond.

Who the hell had ever heard of a Heavenly Official worshipping themselves!

Being a god to such a miserable extent, what taste was there left!

And Xie Lian had long been used to the awkward silence as soon as he opened his mouth. He felt that this kind of self-entertainment could also be considered an interesting matter. Once he made his decision, he jumped down to the human world again.

This time, the place he landed was a small mountain village called Pu Qi Village.

Although it was called a mountain village, it was actually just a small dirt slope. Xie Lian saw the green hills and clear water, the continuous paddy fields, and the beautiful scenery. In his heart, he thought, "This time, I really landed in a good place." Looking again, there was a crooked and dilapidated house on the small dirt slope. When he asked around, the villagers all said, "That house is abandoned and ownerless. Occasionally, a homeless person would go in and sleep for a night. They can live there however they want." Wasn't this exactly what he wanted? He immediately walked over.

When he got closer, he discovered that this small wooden house looked very dilapidated from afar, but it looked even more dilapidated up close. Out of the four pillars in the corners of the house, two had probably rotted. When the wind blew, the entire house creaked, and he suspected that it would collapse at any moment. However, this degree was still within Xie Lian's acceptable range. He went in to take a look and then tidied up.

When the villagers saw that there was actually someone who wanted to live here, they were very surprised and came over to watch the excitement. The villagers here were actually very enthusiastic. Not only did they give him a broom, but when they saw that he was dusty from cleaning, they also gave him a basket of freshly picked Pu Chestnuts. The skin of the Pu Chestnuts had already been peeled off. Each one was white and tender, sweet and juicy. Xie Lian squatted in front of the dilapidated house and finished eating. His hands were clasped together in happiness. In his heart, he decided to call this place Pu Qi Monastery.

There was originally a small table in Pu Qi Monastery. After wiping it a few times, it could be used as an offering table. Xie Lian busied himself. When the surrounding villagers saw that this young man was actually going to make a small Taoist monastery, they became even more curious. One after another, they asked, "Who are you going to worship in this monastery?"

Xie Lian lightly coughed and said, "En, this monastery is going to worship the Crown Prince of Xian Le."

Everyone was dumbfounded. "Who is that?"

Xie Lian replied, "I … … I don't know either. I think it's a Crown Prince. "

"Oh, what does he do?"

"It's probably to ensure safety."

Everyone eagerly asked, "Then does this Crown Prince care about attracting wealth and treasures?!"

In his heart, Xie Lian thought that it was already pretty good that he didn't owe money. In a warm voice, he said, "Unfortunately, it seems that he can't."

One after another, everyone gave him suggestions. "It's better to be a water supplier. Attracting wealth! The incense will definitely be prosperous! "

"How about we worship Ling Wen Zhenjun! Who knows, our village might have a top scholar! "

A girl shyly and timidly said, "That … … Do you have … … Do you have that … …"

Xie Lian maintained his smile and said, "Which one?"

"General Ju Yang."

"… …"

If he really opened a Ju Yang monastery, he was afraid that Feng Xin Horse would shoot an arrow from the heavens!

After roughly cleaning up Pu Qi Monastery, he was still missing some incense burners, lots, and other sundries. However, Xie Lian had completely forgotten the most important thing — — the statue of a deity. He put on his bamboo hat and went out the door. That's right, it didn't have a door either. After thinking for a bit, he decided that this house definitely needed to be repaired. Thus, he wrote a sign and placed it at the door. "This monastery is a dilapidated building. Sincerely seeking kind-hearted people to donate money to repair it and accumulate merit."

After leaving the door, he walked seven or eight miles before arriving at a town. What did he come to do in town? Naturally, it was to make a living, so he had once again used his old profession.

In myths and legends, immortals didn't need to eat. In fact, this matter was very hard to say. The powerhouses of Zao Hua Realm could indeed directly absorb the spiritual energy they needed from sunlight and rain. However, the problem was — — although they could, who would want to do this for no reason? Why would they want to do this?

And some Heavenly Officials, because of their cultivation methods, required their five internal organs to be clean. They indeed couldn't come into contact with the greasy meat and fish of mortals. If they came into contact with it, they would vomit and have diarrhea like mortals eating poisonous insects and soil. However, it wasn't that they didn't eat food. They only ate those immortal fruits and spiritual birds that were born in pure lands, had the effect of prolonging life and strengthening magic power.

However, this problem didn't exist for Xie Lian. With the curse on his body, he was no different from mortals. He could eat anything, and because he had been through hundreds of battles, he wouldn't die no matter how much he ate. Whether it was steamed buns that had been left for a month or pastries that had already grown green hairs, he would definitely be able to endure eating them. With such a heaven-defying physique, he actually lived quite well when he was collecting junk. To make a comparison: Opening a monastery would cost money, collecting junk for money. It really was better to collect junk than to ascend.

This person had a handsome and elegant demeanor, so he had an advantage when it came to collecting junk. In a short while, Xie Lian had collected a large bag. On the way back, he saw an old yellow ox pulling a handcart. The cart was piled high with several piles of straw. He remembered that he seemed to have seen this handcart in Pu Qi Village, so they should be going the same way. He asked if he could hitch a ride, and the handcart owner raised his chin, indicating that he could get on. Xie Lian carried a large bag of junk and sat on it. When he sat on it, he discovered that there was already a person lying behind the tall pile of straw.

This person's upper body was hidden behind the pile of straw. He propped up his left leg and rested on his right, as if he was resting there with his arm as a pillow. He looked very leisurely and contented. This kind of comfortable posture actually made Xie Lian quite envious. That pair of black boots were tightly folded, sticking closely to his slender and straight calves. It was quite pleasing to the eye. Xie Lian recalled what he saw under the veil on Mount Yu Jun that night and couldn't help but take a few more glances. He confirmed that there wasn't a silver chain hanging on the boots, and he didn't know what animal's skin was used to make them. He thought to himself, "Which family's young master ran out to play?"

The handcart slowly swayed on the road. Xie Lian carried his bamboo hat and took out a scroll, preparing to read it. He usually didn't pay much attention to the news circulating in the outside world, but because of the awkward silence he received many times, he felt that it would be best to cram some information. The ox cart swayed for an unknown amount of time as it passed through a maple forest. Xie Lian raised his head and looked around. The green fields rippled, and the brilliant maple flames carried a bit of the wildness of the mountains, as well as the refreshing smell of grass. It was extremely intoxicating. Xie Lian couldn't help but be slightly startled.

When he was young, he cultivated at the Huang Ji Monastery. The Huang Ji Monastery was built in the middle of a mountain, and the entire mountain was covered with maple trees. They were as dazzling as gold, and as fierce as fire. It was hard to avoid thinking about this scenery. After staring for a while, he lowered his head and continued to read the scroll.

The first thing he saw when he opened it was a line of words that read:

Xian Le Crown Prince, ascended three times. Martial God, God of Plagues, God of Rags.

"… …"

Xie Lian said, "Alright, in fact, if you think about it carefully, there isn't much difference between a Martial God and a Rags God. All gods are equal, and all living beings are equal. "

At this moment, a light laugh came from behind him. A voice said, "Is that so?"

This youngster lazily said, "People naturally love to say that all gods are equal, and all living beings are equal. But if that was really the case, then all the gods and immortals simply wouldn't exist. "

This voice came from behind the stack of straw on the cart. Xie Lian turned his head to look and saw that the youngster was still lazily lying there without any intention of getting up. Xie Lian guessed that he was just casually interrupting. Smiling, he said, "What you said is reasonable."

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

Many people believed that as a god of plagues, the Xian Le Crown Prince's handwriting or portrait had the effect of a curse. If it was stuck on a person's back or on a house's door, it would bring bad luck to that person or family.

"… …"

This kind of commentary actually made it hard to determine whether it was talking about a god or a ghost.

Xie Lian shook his head. He couldn't bear to look at the commentary related to himself anymore, so he decided to first go and understand the various Heavenly Officials of the current Heaven Realm. This way, he wouldn't be confused about who was who, and that would be too rude. Remembering that a villager had just mentioned the Navy, he went to look up the commentary related to the Navy. He flipped to a sentence:

The Navy is invincible. Wields both water and wealth. Many merchants' shops and homes would have a statue of the Navy to protect their wealth.

Xie Lian was a bit baffled. "Since it's the Navy God, why does it also control wealth?"

At this time, the youngster lying behind the stack of straw spoke again. "When caravans transport goods, they all have to travel by water. Therefore, before they set off, they would go to the Navy God Temple and burn a stick of incense, praying for a safe journey, promising to return and so and so. After a long time, the Navy God gradually controlled wealth as well. "

This was actually specifically dispelling Xie Lian's confusion. Xie Lian turned around and said, "So it's like this? Interesting. Presumably, this Navy God is a very powerful Great Heavenly Official. "

That youngster sneered and said, "En, the Heavenly Water God."

Listening to his tone, it seemed like he didn't place this Heavenly Official in his eyes at all. It also didn't seem like he was saying anything good. Xie Lian asked, "What is the Heavenly Water God?"

That youngster unhurriedly said, "The ship passes through a large river. Whether it leaves or stays, it all depends on his words. If you don't give him offerings, he will flip. He's quite unreasonable, so I gave him a nickname, the Heavenly Water God. It's more or less the same as General Ju Yang and the Floor Sweeping General. "

Heavenly Officials with resounding reputations would more or less have a few nicknames in the mortal world and Heaven. For example, Xie Lian, the laughingstock of the three realms, a famous weirdo, a jinx, a stray dog, cough cough cough, and so on. Usually, using a nickname to address a Heavenly Official was a very rude thing to do. For example, if someone dared to call Mu Qing "Floor Sweeping General" in front of him, Mu Qing would definitely fly into a rage. Xie Lian remembered that he couldn't call him that and said, "So that's how it is. Many thanks for your explanation." Pausing for a moment, he felt that this youngster's way of talking was quite amusing. Then, he said, "This friend, you're so young, yet you know quite a lot."

That youngster replied, "Not much. Idle. When I'm free, I just look around. "

Among the common people, one could see a large number of mythological booklets everywhere. All of them talked about the stories of gods, ghosts, and gods. From the big ones to the small ones, there were real ones and there were fake ones. This youngster knew a lot, so it couldn't be considered strange. Xie Lian put down the scroll and said, "Then, this friend, you know a lot about gods, but do you know anything about ghosts?"

That youngster asked, "Which ghost?"

Xie Lian replied, "Blood Rain Probing Flowers, Flower City."

Hearing this, that youngster let out two low laughs before finally sitting up. When he turned his head, Xie Lian's eyes suddenly lit up.

He saw that this youngster was approximately sixteen or seventeen years old. His clothes were a shade of red, his skin was as white as snow, and his eyes were as bright as stars. He had a smile on his face as he looked at Xie Lian from the corner of his eye. He was exceptionally handsome, yet there was an indescribable hint of wildness in his expression. His black hair was loosely tied up, somewhat askew. He looked extremely casual.