13|Red Clothes are Better than Maple Skin is as White as Snow

Of course, he would never say this. However, it was no wonder that Nanfeng and Fuyao’s faces changed drastically when they heard about the Silver Butterfly, thinking that they had followed the two Magi they served and suffered from that Lord of the Silver Butterfly.

A magus asked, “Your Royal Highness, you met Hua Cheng, what did he he …… he do to you ah?”

This tone, sounds clearly more like asking “you are missing arms or legs”. Xie Ren said: “did not do anything, just ……” said here, he was a little wordless, thinking: “just what? Can not say, just robbed my sedan chair, holding me all the way.” Speechless for a moment, had to say, “just break the female ghost Xuan Ji set up within the mountain with the monarch of the array, bring me in.”

All of the Divine Magi were muttering straight in their hearts and were silent in silence. It was only in the middle of the day that a Magus asked, “Gentlemen, what do you think?”

Just by hearing the voices Xie Ren could imagine all the Magi shaking their heads and spreading their hands in succession:

“No opinion, no opinion at all!”

“I wonder what he wants, it’s weirdly creepy.”

“What the hell Flower City is up to has always been beyond anyone’s comprehension ……”

Although he had been popularized with the idea of what a mongrel Flower City was, yet, towards this person, Xie Ren didn’t feel how horrible he was. Truly speaking, he felt that Flower City had helped him this time. All in all, the first blessing he received after ascending back to the Heavenly Realm should be considered to have been accomplished just like this.

The head said earlier, this trip with the Junshan trip to the wish merit all counted on him, although the official because of his daughter’s death after a long time before remembering to wish, with sadness to wish, but not inevitably discounted, but the seven put together, all sorts of water, eight million eight hundred and eighty-eight million merit, but also close to the same. Xie Ren is debt-free and light, his heart is clear, soothing and beautiful, his spirit is renewed, and he decided to do a good job as a god. It would be best if he could become half friends with all the Gods. Although the Upper Heavenly Court’s Psychic Formation was quiet, it was also busy with hooting and hollering, and usually when the magi were in a good mood, or saw any interesting contraptions, they also talked within the formation and teased a few times to the point. He listened silently even though he couldn’t tell who was who. But it couldn’t always just stay silent, so he listened for a long time, and once in a while, he suddenly popped up to make a mild remark:

“It’s really very interesting.”

“Read a beautiful little poem and share it with you all.”

“A very effective tip for treating back pain and leg pain to share with you all.”

Regrettably, every time he sent out these carefully selected and very beneficial contents, there would be a moment of silence within the Psychic Array. In the end, Spirit Man just couldn’t help himself and said to him privately, “Your Highness, ah, all of these that you are sending out within the Tongling Formation, although they are all very good, however, even a Divine Magus who is hundreds of years older than you wouldn’t be able to send them out.”

Xie Ren then felt a bit depressed. In fact, it was obvious that he wasn’t the oldest, but why was he simply like an old man who couldn’t keep up with the young people’s conversation in the crowd of Magi? Probably because he had been out of the Heavenly Realm for too long and had been too insular to care about the outside world, he couldn’t be saved, so it was just that. He gave up on this, and then he wasn’t depressed.

But there was another problem: up to now, no one on earth had built a new palace for him. There might have been, but there was no record of it since the Heavenly Realm hadn’t searched for it anyway. It must be known that even the land at least had a shrine, but as a magus who had ascended three times, he didn’t have a palace or a worshiper to offer, which was very embarrassing.

However, the embarrassment was only the other Magi being embarrassed for him, Xie Ren himself still felt that it was also okay. And one day, on a whim, he suddenly thought, “If no one is going to provide for me, then it should be okay for me to provide for myself.”

The magi were at a loss for words.

Who the hell ever heard of any clergyman who provided for himself!

What else does it taste like to be a god and be miserable to this point!

And Xie Ren has long been accustomed to the cold when he opens his mouth, and feels that it is not a bad thing to amuse oneself in this way, and once he has made a decision, he jumps down to earth again.

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

It was said to be a mountain village, but it was actually a small dirt slope. Xie Ren see here green mountains, green water, rice paddies, beautiful scenery, said: “This time can really fall in a good place.” Another look, there is a crooked broken house on the small earth slope, ask around, the villagers said: “That house is ruined, no owner, occasionally there are vagabonds to go in to sleep for a night, live at will.” This is not exactly what he wanted? At that moment, he approached the front.

Closer he realized that this cabin is very shabby from afar, and even more shabby up close. The four corners of the four sides of the four pillars are afraid of rotting two, the wind blew, the whole house is creaking, suspect that at any time will fall. However, this level is still within the acceptable range of Xie Ren, went in to look at it and then cleaned up.

Villagers look, actually really want to live here, is very surprised, all come over to see the fun. The villagers here are very enthusiastic, not only sent him a broom, see him cleaned dusty face, but also sent him a basket of newly picked Bodhi capsule. Bodhi capsule are peeled off the skin, a white tender, sweet and juicy. Xie Ren squatting in front of the broken house ate, hands together very happy, decided to call this Bodhi capsule view.

Bodhi Capsicum Guan originally had a small table, wipe two can do the offering table. Xie Ren a burst of busy work, the onlookers of the villagers to see that this young man is actually to pour out a small Taoist temple, more rare, have asked: “Who do you want to provide this view ah?”

Xie Ren coughed lightly and said, “Well, this Guan is dedicated to the Prince of Immortal Music.”

The crowd was confused, “Who’s that?”

Xie Ren said, “I …… don’t know. It seems to be a prince highness.”

“Oh, what for?”

“Probably keeps the peace.” Collecting rags by the way.

The crowd eagerly asked again, “Then this Prince, does he manage to attract wealth?!”

Xie Ren thought to herself, it’s good that she doesn’t owe money back, and said in a warm voice, “Unfortunately, it seems that she can’t then.”

The crowd gave him ideas, “It’s better to be a water supplier, inviting wealth wow! Surely the incense will be prosperous!”

“Otherwise, let’s make an offering to True Lord Ling Wen! Maybe a scholar will come out of our village!”

A woman shyly said, “Did …… you have …… did you have that ……”

Xie Ren kept his smile and said, “Which one?”

“General Juyo.”

“……”

If he really opens a Juyangguan, I’m afraid that Fengxin will immediately send an arrow flying from the sky!

Roughly cleaned out the Bodhisattvas Guan, there were still some incense burners, sign cylinders and other miscellaneous things missing. But Xie Ren completely forgot the most important thing – the idol. He picked up the bucket hat on his back and went out the door, and by the way, there was no door fan either. After thinking about it, this house definitely needs to be rebuilt, so he wrote a sign and placed it at the door, “This Guan is in a dangerous state, and we sincerely ask for good samaritans to donate money to repair it and accumulate merit.”

Out the door, walk seven or eight miles to the town. What was he doing in town? Well, naturally, to make a living and fuck up his old job again.

In myths and legends, gods and immortals do not need to eat, in fact, it is hard to say. It’s true that the great powers of creation can take in the aura they need directly from sunlight and rain. But here’s the thing – if it’s possible, it’s fine, but who likes to do it? Why would they want to do that?

And some magi, because of the cultivation of law, the requirements of the five organs clean and clear, is indeed completely can not touch the mortal meat and grease, if it is dipped, will be like a mortal eating poisonous insects and soil general, vomiting and diarrhea. However, it is not not eat food, only eat those born in the pure land, have prolonged life, enhance the efficacy of the magic power of the immortal fruits and birds.

But Xie Ren didn’t have this problem. With the spell shackle on his body, he was no different from a mortal, he could eat anything, and due to his battle-hardened body, he couldn’t die from any kind of food. Whether it was a steamed bun that had been left out for a month, or a pastry that had grown green hairs, he could definitely survive even if he ate it. Having such a heaven-defying physique, so he actually had a pretty good time collecting rags. Contrast: opening a view to pour money, collecting rags to make money, when it really is better to ascend than to collect rags.

This person looks like a jade tree wind immortal style, collect rags when it is more advantageous, not long before Xie Ren will collect enough of a big bag. On the way back to the road, see an old ox pulling a cart, the car piled high stacks of straw, remembered that the party seems to have seen this cart in the village of Bodhi Capsicum, should be the same way. He asked if he could take a ride on the way, the owner of the cart lifted his chin, signaling that he can come up, Xie Ren will be carrying a large bag of rags sat up. Sitting up to realize that, behind the tall pile of straw, has been lying a person.

This person’s upper body covered in the grass after the pile, support the left leg, driving the right leg, seems to be pillow arm lying there to take a nap, looks very leisurely and comfortable, this kind of cozy posture, is called Xie Ren quite envious. That a pair of black boots tight, sticking to the long straight calves, quite eye-catching, Xie Ren remembered that night in and Junshan cover under the head seen, could not help but look at a few more eyes, to confirm that the boots did not hang on the silver chain, do not know what animal skin is made of, thought: “This is which family’s small male child ran out to play it.”

As the crate slowly wobbled along the road, Xie Ren carried his bucket hat on his back and took out a scroll in preparation for reading it. He had never paid much attention to all the news circulating in the outside world, but since he had been out in the cold many times, he thought it best to more or less catch up. The oxcart swayed for an unknown amount of time, passing through a maple forest. Raising his head to look around, green field waves, colorful maple fire, with a bit of mountain wilderness, as well as refreshing fresh grass, extremely intoxicating, Xie Ren could not help but be slightly stunned.

When he was young, he practiced in Huangji Guan, Huangji Guan was built in the mountains, the mountains are maple forests, brilliant as gold, fiery like fire. In this situation, it is inevitable to have thoughts and memories. He looked at it for a while before lowering his head and continuing to look at the scroll.

The first thing you see when you open it is a line that reads:

Prince of Immortal Bliss, ascended three times. The god of martial arts, the god of plague, and the god of rags.

“……”

Xie Ren said, “Well, actually, if you think about it, there isn’t much difference between a Martial God and a Ragged God. All gods are equal, all beings are equal.”

At that moment, a soft laugh came from behind him, and a voice said, “Really?”

This young man said in a lazy voice, “People naturally love to say that all gods are equal and all beings are equal. But if that were true, the Immortal Gods of the Heavens wouldn’t exist at all.”

The sound came from behind the straw stacks on the car. Xie Ren looked back and saw that the teenager was still lying there in a languid manner, with no intention of getting up, probably just casually interjecting, and guffawed, “What you say also makes sense.”

He turned back again and proceeded to look at the scroll, underneath which he wrote again:

Many people believe that, as the god of the plague, the handwriting or portrait of Prince Senraku has a cursing effect. If it is attached to the back of a person or to the front door of a house, it will bring bad luck to that person or household.

“……”

It is surprisingly difficult to tell whether this commentary is talking about God or ghosts.

Xie Ren shook his head, could not bear to read any more commentaries related to himself, and decided that it would be better to go and find out more about the various magi of today’s realm, lest it would be disrespectful to keep on being unclear about who is who. Remembering that a villager had mentioned the Water Master just now, he went to look up the commentary about the Water Master and flipped to a sentence:

The sailor has no ferry. He is in charge of water and also in charge of wealth. Many businessmen offer a statue of a water master in their stores and at home to protect their wealth.

Xie Ren was a bit strange: “If you are the God of Water, why would you also be in charge of wealth?”

At this time, the teenager lying behind the pile of straw and said: “caravan merchants shipping, heavy from the waterway, so before going on the road are going to go to the water master temple to burn a high incense, praying for a safe journey, promised to come back how to how. In the long run, the water god is only gradually both palms of fortune.”

This was actually specializing in solving his confusion. Xie Ren turned around and said, “Is it actually like this? Interesting, I guess this Water Master is a very powerful Great Divine Officer.”

The teenager snorted, “Well, Water Hengtian.”

Listening to his tone of voice, which seemed to not put this Magus much in his eyes, nor did he seem to be saying anything nice, Xie Ren said, “What is Water Hengtian?”

The boy said leisurely: “The boat from the river, whether to go or stay, all depends on his words. If you don’t give him the offerings, he will turn over, quite horizontal, so he gave him a gag name, it’s called Water Hengtian Luo. It’s similar to General Ju Yang and General Sweeper.”

The famous magistrates, on earth and in the heavenly realm have more or less a few gags, similar to Xie Ren’s three worlds laughing stock, famous oddball, broom star, dog, cough cough, etc. Usually it is very rude to call a magistrate by a gag, for example, if anyone dares to call him “sweeping general” in front of Mu情, he will be furious. Usually, using a gag to address a magistrate is a very rude thing, for example, if anyone dares to call him “General Sweeper” in front of Mu Yin, Mu Yin will be furious. Xie Ren remembered not to call him that and said, “I see, thank you for answering.” After a pause, she felt that this teenager’s speech was amusing, and said, “This friend, you are so young, but you know quite a lot.”

The teenager said, “Not much. Idle. Just blindly looking around when I have time.”

In folklore, everywhere you can see a large number of mythological pamphlets, talking about the gods and ghosts of those stories, from the big to grudges and grudges, as small as chicken skin, both true and false. This teenager knows a lot, it is not strange. Xie Ren put down the scroll and said, “Then, this friend, gods you know a lot about, do you know about ghosts?”

The teenager said, “Which ghost?”

Xie Ren said, “Blood Rain Scout, Flower City.”

Upon hearing this, the teenager laughed lowly twice and finally sat up. As soon as he turned his head, Xie Ren’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Just see this teenager about sixteen or seventeen years old, clothes red than maple, skin white as snow, eyes bright as a star, with a smile and look askance at him, handsome and unusual, but inexplicably have a few points of wild gas between the colors. Black hair is loosely tied, slightly skewed, looks extremely casual.

The two were walking through the maple forest that was as fiery and colorful as fire, the maple leaves danced down one by one, and one of them landed on this teenager’s shoulder. He gently blew, blew down the maple, then raised his head to look at him, seemingly smiling and not smiling, “What do you want to know? Feel free to ask.”