16|Dressed in red like maple with skin as white as snow.

Xie Ren was stunned on the spot. Look at that young man slender, but to help him carry a large bag of rags, but also carry so calmly, straight to teach him to heart even said sin sin sin. Sanlang took a few steps, has gone out, Xie Ren to catch up, suddenly remembered that the old man driving the car is still lying in the car, and then folded back again is to reach out a little bit, to wake up the person, urged him to tonight’s matter must not be said out. The old man on the road to see his ability, said one where dare to have two, nodded repeatedly, pulling the old Huang rushed home.

The only thing left on the crate was a roll of mat, Xie Ren carried it up on his back, and when he looked back again, Sanlang was already carrying that big mess of things single-handedly, leisurely up the hillside.

When he arrived in front of the crooked Bodhisattva Guan, Sanlang looked down and gave a giggle, as if he had seen something interesting. Only when Xie Ren approached did he realize that he was looking at the sign asking for donations for the dilapidated house, coughed lightly, and said, “See, that’s it. That’s why I said just now that you might not be used to living there.”

Miroku said, “It’s pretty good.”

In the past, are Xie Ren said to others “okay okay”, today is really the first time to hear others say so to him, it is really difficult to describe how it feels. Bodhi capsule view of the original wooden door has long been rotten, Xie Ren removed it replaced the curtain, went up and lifted, said: “Come in.” Sanlang then followed him, went in.

The furnishings inside this small wooden house are obvious at a glance, there is only a rectangular offering table, two small wooden stools, a small futon, and a merit box. Xie Ren took the things in the hands of Sanlang, put the bought signature cylinder, incense burner, paper and pen on the offering table, lit up a red candle that people had stuffed in their hands when they were collecting rags, and the room brightened up in a flash. Saburo casually picked up the sign box, shook it, put it down, and said, “So, is there a bed?”

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

Miroku raised one eyebrow and said, “There’s only one isn’t there?”

Xie Ren only met this teenager on his way back from town, naturally he didn’t think to buy an extra one in advance. He said, “If you don’t mind, we can squeeze in tonight.”

Miroku said, “That’s fine.”

Xie Ren then took a broom and swept the ground again. Sanlang looked around the kwan and said, “Brother Daoist, in this kwan of yours, isn’t there something missing?”

Xie Ren had finished sweeping the ground and was squatting on the ground to lay a mat, and hearing this, she said as she laid it, “I think that, apart from believers, there should be nothing less.”

Miroku squatted down as well, resting his cheeks on one hand, and asked, “Where’s the idol?”

Upon his reminder, Xie Ren then suddenly remembered that he actually did forget the most important thing – the idol!

What kind of kwan is a kwan without an idol? Even though he is here in his own right, you can’t make him sit on the offering table by himself every day.

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

Drawing a statue of himself and hanging it in his own kwan, if this matter was spread to the heavenly realm, he would probably be laughed at for another ten years. However, carving an idol was both costly and time consuming, in comparison, Xie Ren chose to be laughed at for ten years.

To my surprise, Miroku said, “Painting? I can do that. Want some help?”

Xie Ren was stunned and smiled, “Then thank you in advance. However, I’m afraid you don’t know how to paint a portrait of Prince Xianle.” After all, almost all of his portraits were burnt down eight hundred years ago, and whatever survived today, I’m afraid not many people have seen them. Miroku, however, said, “Of course. I will. Weren’t we just talking about this Prince in the car?”

Xie Ren remembered. Indeed, on the way there, he said, “I don’t think you’ve heard of it,” but Miroku didn’t answer. Hearing him say that now, he was slightly surprised. He spread out the mat, straightened up, and said, “Could it be that you really know him, Sanlang?”

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

The look and tone of this teenager’s speech was very interesting. He was smiling from time to time, but it was really hard to tell if his smile was genuine or if he was mocking the other party for being mentally challenged. Xie Ren listened to him talk all the way and was still quite interested in his comments, he also sat down next to him and said, “What do you think about this Prince of Immortal Music, Sanlang?”

The two of them stared at each other under the lamp, the red candle flame trembling slightly. Saburo had his back to the candlelight, and his dark eyes were sunk in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression. A short while later, he said, “I think that Jun Wu must really hate him.”

Xie Ren didn’t expect such an answer, and, stunned, said, “Why do you feel that way?”

Miroku said, “Why else would he have been demoted twice?”

Upon hearing this, Xie Ren smiled faintly and thought, “It really is a child idea.”

He lowered his head and slowly undid his belt while saying, “This has nothing to do with hating or not hating. There are many things in the world that can’t simply be explained by hating and liking.”

Miroku said, “Oh.”

Xie Ren turned around, removed his white boots, and added, “Besides, if you do something wrong, you should be punished, and Emperor merely did his duty both times.”

Miroku was noncommittal, saying, “Maybe.”

Xie Ren this side took off his coat, folded it ready to put on the offering table, and wanted to say a little more, but when he turned around, he saw Sanlang’s gaze condensed on his feet.

That gaze was very strange, said to be icy cold, but felt hot and piercing; said to be hot, but vaguely cold. Xie Ren looked down and realized. What the teenager was looking at was a black spell shackle on his right ankle.

The first was firmly circled around the neck, while the second was tightly bound around the ankles. These two spell shackles, no matter which one is locked not too much place, and there is no cover. In the past, if asked by others, Xie Ren usually replied that it was necessary for practicing kung fu, but if this three Lang asked, he was afraid that it would not be so good.

However, Sanlang just stared at his ankle for a while and did not say much. Xie Ren did not dwell here, lay down. That teenager also beside him obediently lie down, and clothes, I think is not used to on the ground to remove clothes sleep, Xie Ren thought, turn back or get a bed, said: “Rest.”

With a gentle blow, the red candle is extinguished.

The next morning, Xie Ren opened his eyes, and Saburo wasn’t lying next to him. And looking up, his heart shook. Above the offering table, there was actually a portrait hanging.

This portrait is of a man dressed in fancy clothes and wearing a gold mask, with a sword in one hand and a flower in the other. The brushwork is excellent, and the colors are absolutely brilliant. It is a “Prince of Immortal Music Pleasing God Picture”.

Xie Ren hadn’t seen this painting for many years, and he looked stunned for a while, getting up only after a long time, putting on his clothes, and picking up the curtain. Sanlang was just outside the house, leaning in the shadows, spinning a broom in his hand for fun while looking at the sky in boredom.

This teenager seemed to really dislike daylight. He looked at the sky with a look like he was thinking about how to drag the sun down and stomp on it. Outside the door there was a pile of fallen leaves, all swept and piled up in one place. Xie Ren went out and said, “Did you have a good rest last night?”

Still leaning against the wall, Miroku turned his head and said, “Not bad.”

Xie Ren walked over, took the broom in his hand, and said, “Sanlang, did you paint that portrait in the Guanli?”

Miroku said, “Uh-huh.”

Xie Ren said, “The painting is really good.”

The corner of Miroku’s mouth curled up, and did not say anything. I don’t know if it’s because he slept haphazardly through the night, his hair is tied up even more crookedly today, loose and very casual, but in fact, it’s also very good looking, casual but not messy, and a little bit playful. Xie Ren pointed to his hair and said, “Do you want me to help you?”

With a nod of his head, Sanlang and Xie Ren went into the temple. And when he sat down, Xie Ren untied his hair and held the black hair in her hand, so she didn’t move to scrutinize it.

Even if the palm prints and fingerprints are done perfectly, there will always be a hole in one place for the demons and devils. A living person’s hair is uncountable and, one by one, is very finely and clearly separated. And many demons and monsters fake out the fake skin, their hair is either a black cloud, or it is glued into a large area, as if a piece of cloth one by one, and then …… they simply pretend to be a bald head.

After confirming the palm prints and fingerprints last night, originally Xie Ren had already put down his guard, but the portrait he saw this morning couldn’t help but make him slightly suspicious again.

How does the average person draw this picture?

However, his fingers gently rubbed in Sanlang’s hair, slowly probing, this teenager’s black hair is smooth and long, clearly there is no abnormality at all. In the middle of the day, I don’t know whether it was tickled by his touch, Sanlang laughed a little bit, slightly sideways, looking at him askance, said, “Brother, are you helping me to tie up my hair, or are you trying to do something else?”

His long hair fell down, handsome, but more a few points of evil. Asking such a question, seemingly teasing, Xie Ren guffawed and said, “Alright.” This then quickly helped him tie up his hair.

Who knows, after the bundle was finished, Sanlang glanced at the water basin to the side, turned back, and raised an eyebrow at Xie Ren. Xie Ren took a look and coughed lightly again.

The hair, square and crooked, is now bunched and still crooked.

Although Sanlang did not say anything, just look at him, Xie Ren is feeling at least a few hundred years have not been so embarrassed, he put down his hand was about to say you come over and we’ll do it again, only to hear a burst of noise outside the door, the sound of people’s voices and footsteps in all directions, and a few loud shouts came: “Daxian!!!!!!!!!!!”

Xie Ren heard, ate a shock, snatched out to see, only to see the door blocked a large circle of people, all look excited, face red, the head of the village chief a arrow step to grab up, a hand to grab his hand, said: “Great Immortal! Our village even came to a living god, really good!!!”

Xie Ren: “????”

And the rest of the villagers had already gathered around collectively, “Great Immortal, welcome to our Bodhi Capsicum Village settlement wow!”

“Da Xian! Can you bless me to get my daughter-in-law?!”

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

“Da Xian! I have fresh Bodhi Capsicum here! Do you want to eat it? Can you bless me with a good harvest this year?”

The villagers are too enthusiastic, Xie Ren was surrounded by backward and backward, the heart screamed bitter. Last night, that old man is a big mouth, clearly instructed not to say anything, this morning together immediately the whole village is spread!

Although the villagers simply do not know what kind of gods and goddesses are in this temple, they strongly request to burn incense here, anyway, no matter what kind of immortal, all are immortals, and there is no harm in worshipping them. Xie Ren originally expected the scene is the door can be sparrow, all year round there are not a few people door, so he only meant under the preparation of a few small bundles of incense, who knows so that in a few moments will be divided up, a small incense burner densely inserted | messy aroma filled, because it has been a long time since I have not smelled the smell, Xie Ren also choked a few mouths, they choked the side of the road, “Ahem everyone! Folks, really can not bless the prosperity, really, cough, please do not ask for money here! The consequences are unpredictable! …… I’m sorry, but also regardless of the marriage …… No, no, no, no, and can not bless the birth of children.” ……

Sanlang also do not care about his bunch of crooked hair, just sit next to the merit box, one hand supporting the jaw, one hand slowly throw the bodhi capsule to eat. Many village women, once they saw this teenager, their faces flew into a reddish haze, and said to Xie Ren: “That, do you have ……”

Although she didn’t know what they were going to ask, Xie Ren’s intuition was that she had to put a stop to it right away and immediately said, “No!”

It was easy for people to disperse, the offering table had been piled up with fruits, vegetables, and even white rice and noodles. No matter what, it had to be a wave of offerings, and Xie Ren swept out the debris thrown by the villagers on the ground. Sanlang also followed him out, saying, “The incense is good.”

Xie Ren shook his head as he swept, “Under normal circumstances it should be unattended for ten days and a half months.”

Miroku said, “How?”

Xie Ren glanced at him and laughed, “Come to think of it, it’s probably because of Sanlang’s luck.”

With that said, he remembered that he needed to change the door curtain, so he took out a new curtain from his sleeve and hung it on the door. Taking two steps back and examining it for a moment, Xie Ren suddenly noticed that Saburo had stopped and turned his head, “What’s wrong?”

He only saw Sanlang staring at this door curtain with a thoughtful look. Following his gaze, Xie Ren realized that he was looking at the talisman drawn on that curtain.

This talisman was drawn by his hand before, with layers and layers of incantations, imposing, originally for the purpose of warding off evil, can repel the invasion of the outside world of evil things. But since it was Xie Ren’s own handwriting, whether it would also have the effect of calling in bad luck was unknown. However, since there was no door, it was safer to draw such a row of talismans on the curtain.

Seeing that this teenager was fixed motionless in front of this curtain of talismans, Xie Ren’s heart moved slightly and said, “Sanlang?”

Could it be that after drawing this talisman, he was stopped at the door and couldn’t go in?