4|Three Living Treasures Nightly Discussion at Juyang Hall

From that point on, it was all over. In the nearly one hundred years since then, a total of seventeen brides have disappeared in the area with Junshan. Sometimes nothing happened for more than ten years, sometimes two disappeared in just one month. A horror legend quickly spread: there is a ghost groom living in the mountain of Hejun, and if he has his eye on a woman, he will take her captive on her way to get married, and then eat the bridal party.

The story would not have reached the heavens because, although seventeen brides were missing, there were thousands more who were safe and sound. Anyway, it couldn’t be found, it couldn’t be guaranteed, so it could only be made up as it was. But also dare to marry their daughters to this area of the family a little less, the local wedding couples do not dare to make a big deal just. But precisely this seventeenth bride, the father is a government official. He is quite favorite daughter, heard the legend of this place, carefully selected forty brave and martial arts officer to escort his daughter to the wedding, but the daughter is still gone.

Now the ghost groom has stirred up a hornet’s nest. This official can be found on earth is no way to take it, so he was furious and united a group of officials and friends, wildly do a wave of spells, but also in accordance with the instructions of the high people to open the barn to help the poor and what not, make the whole city, which finally alarmed the upper several magistrates. Otherwise, those tiny mortal voice to reach the ears of the gods in the sky, almost impossible.

Xie Ren said, “That’s the general idea.”

Because the two people look very uncooperative, he did not know whether they were listening or not. If he didn’t listen, he would have to say it again. Nan Feng raised his head and frowned, “What do the missing brides have in common?”

Xie Ren said, “There are poor and rich, beautiful and ugly, wives and concubines, in a nutshell: there is no pattern. There’s no way to tell what this ghost groom’s tastes are like.”

Nanfeng “hmm” a sound, picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, seems to start thinking. Fuyao did not even touch the tea Xie Ren pushed to him, has been using a white handkerchief to wipe his fingers slowly and methodically, while wiping his eyes coldly said: “Your Highness, how do you know it must be a ghost groom? This is not certain, no one has ever seen it, how do you know whether it is male or female, old or young? Aren’t you taking it for granted?”

Xie Ren guffawed and said, “The scrolls were summarized by the civil officials of the Spiritual Wen Hall, and the Ghost Bridegroom is just a folk name. However, what you said makes sense.”

Said a few more words, Xie Ren found that these two small military officials think quite clearly, although the color is not good, but unambiguous on the matter, quite pleased. Look out the window is late, the three temporarily out of the store. Xie Ren wearing a bucket hat walked for a while, suddenly realized that behind the two did not follow, wondering to look back, the results of the two are also very puzzled to look at him. Nan Feng asked, “Where are you going?”

Xie Ren said, “Finding a place to land. Fuyang, why are you rolling your eyes again?”

Nan Feng asked again in a puzzled manner, “Then why are you heading for the deserted mountains?”

Xie Ren often sleep on the street, looking for a piece of cloth can lie flat overnight, naturally used to prepare to find a cave to build a fire, after he reminded, only then reacted to this Nanfeng and Fuyao are under the seat of the God of Martial Arts military officials, if there is a temple of Nanyang or the Xuanzhen Temple nearby, you can go directly in, why sleep in the wilderness?

A few moments, three people in a very inconspicuous corner found a broken land shrine, broken incense broken disk, looks very cold, for a round and small stone landlord. Xie Ren called a few times, this land for many years no one worship no one call, suddenly heard people call, put the eyes open, see three people standing in front of the shrine, the left and right two are covered with a layer of mob-like aura, can not see the face, jumped up in shock, trembling, said: “The three immortal officials can have what to call in the next?”

Xie Ren nodded and said, “Not to make a call. Just asking, is there a city god temple nearby dedicated to General Nanyang or General Xuanzhen?”

The land did not dare to be slow, said, “This this this ……” pinching fingers and counting, said, “There is a city god temple five miles from here, which is dedicated to, is, is the general of Nanyang.”

Xie Ren folded his hands and said, “Many thanks.” And that land was blinded by the two clusters of spiritual light beside it and hurriedly hid. Xie Ren touched out a few coins and put them in front of the shrine, seeing the scattered incense, he picked them up and lit them. During this time Fu shang rolled his eyes so much that Xie Ren simply wanted to ask him if his eyes were tired.

Five miles later, I really saw a city god temple, red-hot stand on the roadside. Although the temple is small, all the organs, people come and go lively. Three people hide the shape into the temple, the temple for is the Nanyang Wu Shen armored clay idol holding a bow.

As soon as Xie Ren saw this statue of God heart “hmmm ……” a sound.

The small temple in the countryside, the statue of the god and the lacquer can be said to be crude, the overall look, and Xie Ren impression of Feng Xin himself is really a big difference.

However, it is a common thing for all the priests to have their idols misshapen. Not to mention that they didn’t recognize their mothers, some of them didn’t even recognize their own idols when they saw them. After all, not many master craftsmen had actually seen the magi themselves, so they were either too beautiful or too ugly, and could only rely on specific poses, magic weapons, and costumes to recognize which magi they were.

Generally speaking, the richer the place, the better the idol is to the liking of the priest. The poorer the place, the worse the taste of the craftsmen, and the worse the statue. Nowadays, only the statue of General Hyun-jin is in a better condition, why? Because people are idols are ugly then ugly, no matter, he saw that he molded himself ugly, he has to secretly go to the broken let someone remodeling, or to a dream to express their own dissatisfaction, so in the long run, the big believers know, must look for molded good-looking masters!

The entire Xuanzhen Temple was the same as their general, and was quite fond of preaching. Fu shao into the temple of nanyang, an hour has been in this nanyang statue of judgment, what shape distortion, color vulgarity, poor craftsmanship, taste strange. Xie Ren see Nanfeng forehead veins are slowly emerging, thinking to find a topic to pull away, just to see another young girl to come in to worship, devoutly kneeling down, then warmly said: “Speaking of which, Nanyang Zhenjun’s main field in the southeast, I did not expect that you in the north incense is also this strong.”

When people build temples and palaces, they are actually imitations of the immortal palaces in the heavenly realm, while the idols, on the other hand, are reflections of the magi themselves. The temples and temples gather devotees, attract incense, and become an important source of magical power for the magi. For multiple reasons, including geography, history, and customs, people in different regions usually worship different Shinto priests. In one’s own territory, the magical power of a Shinto deity would be utilized to its fullest extent, and this was the home field advantage. Only for divine magi like Divine Martial Emperor, who had believers all over the heavens and palaces in the four seas and eight directions, whether or not it was the home turf was completely meaningless. His own general’s shrine also has a strong incense in a non-home field, this is a good thing, Nan Feng should be proud of it, but look at his face, but it is not good. On the side, Fuyao smiled faintly and said, “Not bad, not bad, well loved.”

Xie Ren said, “But I have a doubt, I don’t know ……”

Nan Feng said, “If it’s ‘I don’t know whether to speak or not,’ then don’t speak.”

Xie Renxin said, “No. What I wanted to say was ‘I wonder if anyone can answer that’.”

However, he had a feeling that this would be bad if he said it, and decided that it would be better to change the topic again. Who knows, Fuyao leisurely said, “I know what you want to ask. You must want to ask why there are so many female believers who come to worship?”

Xie Ren wanted to ask exactly this question.

There had always been fewer female believers than male believers in the Vulcan lineage, with the exception of him eight hundred years ago. However, the reason for the exception was very simple, just two words: good looking.

He knew very well that it was not because he was highly respected or had extraordinary powers or anything, but simply because his idols looked good, and so did his palaces. Almost all of his palaces and temples were built by the royal family, and his idol was sculpted by top craftsmen from all over the country, who were highly skilled in carving his face. Moreover, because of the phrase “in the infernal, the heart in the Peach Garden”, the craftsmen often like to add some flowers to his idol, and also like to plant the temple into a sea of flowers and trees. Therefore, at that time, he was also known as the “Flower-crowned Martial God”. The faithful women like his idol to look good, also like his palace is full of flowers, just for this is also willing to come in to pay homage to him.

But the general martial arts god, because the killing gas is too heavy, the face is often molded into a serious, grim, cold look, teach believers to see, would rather go to worship Goddess of Mercy or something. This Nan Yang statue although with the killing gas can not touch the edge, but it is farther from the edge of good-looking, can come to worship female believers almost than male believers are more, and Nan Feng also obviously do not want to answer this question, by is, he is quite strange. Just at this time, that young girl finished worship, got up to take incense, and turned around again.

With this turn, Xie Ren pushed the other two. Those two were originally both very impatient, but when he pushed them and looked along, their faces both brushed and changed.

Fuyao said, “It’s too ugly!”

Xie Ren choked for a moment before saying, “Fu Yao, you can’t talk about girls like that.”

In all fairness, Fu shao said the truth. That young girl a face flat and incomparable, living like a person was slapped flat, the five senses say flat and no wonder are a little aggrieved, if you have to describe, I’m afraid I can only use the “crooked nose and eyes slanting”.

But Xie Ren’s eyes didn’t even distinguish whether she was beautiful or ugly. The main reason was that when she turned around, a huge ragged hole hung there behind her skirt, making it impossible to pretend that she didn’t see it.

Fu Yao was first startled, but quickly calmed down. The veins at the corners of Nan Feng’s forehead, on the other hand, instantly disappeared without a trace.

Seeing his face change drastically, Xie Ren busily said, “Don’t be nervous. Don’t be nervous.”

That young girl took the incense to kneel down again, worshiping while saying, “General Nanyang blessing, the letter of the girl Xiaoying, praying to be able to catch that ghost groom as soon as possible, do not want to tell innocent people to suffer his harm …… again.”

She worshipped devoutly, not realizing that there was something strange behind her, and also not realizing that there were three people squatting at the feet of the idol she worshipped. Xie Ren was quite headstrong and said, “What should we do, we can’t just let her walk out like this? She’ll be watched all the way back.”

Moreover, looking at the rip in the back of her skirt, it was clear that it had been deliberately scratched by someone with a sharp weapon, so I’m afraid that not only would she be mobbed, but she would also be ridiculed in a big way, and that would be a real humiliation.

Fu Yao indifferently said, ”Don’t ask me. It’s not like she’s worshipping our General Xuanzhen. It’s not polite to look at it. I didn’t see anything.”

Nanfeng is a handsome face green and white, only waving his hands, will not speak, a good unruly little boy, born to be forced into a mute, there is no hope. Xie Ren only had to go out on his own, a coat off, down a throw. The coat hula floated to the girl’s body, blocking the very indecent hole behind her skirt. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

But this gust of wind is really evil, the young girl startled, look around, take down the robe, hesitate for a moment, put on the shrine, actually still oblivious, and finished the incense, they want to go out. If this is to let her go out and walk around again, the little girl is afraid that she will not have the face to see people. Seeing that the two beside this one is either stiff or stiff, in any case not useful, Xie Ren sighed. Nanfeng and Fuyang only felt an empty space around them, Xie Ren had already appeared and jumped down.

The lights inside the temple are not dark and unclear, his leap, bringing up a gust of wind, the fire shook, the young girl Xiaoying only felt a flash in front of her eyes, and then saw a man suddenly emerged from the darkness, bare-breasted and stretched out his hand to her, and on the spot, his soul flew out of his body.

Unsurprisingly, there was a scream. Just as Xie Ren wanted to speak, the young girl had already slapped out with a quick glance, shouting, “Indecent assault!”

“With a slap, Xie Ren received a slap on the face.

The slaps were crisp and clear, and half of the faces of the two men crouching on the altar of the gods were heard to twitch in unison.

Eat a palm, Xie Ren is not annoyed, only the outerwear hard to the past, quickly whispered a sentence, the young girl was shocked, a touch behind her, suddenly red all over the face, eye sockets are also suddenly flooded with tears, I do not know whether it is angry and bitter or shame and anger, grasping Xie Ren gave her the outerwear, cover the face and flew away, leaving only Xie Ren single thin standing in place. The temple is empty, cool wind through the hall, suddenly, a little cold.

He rubbed his face and turned to the little duo with a big red palm print halfway up his face and said, “There. It’s okay.”

The words just fell, the south wind pointed at him and said, “Are you …… a cracked wound?”

Xie Ren lowered his head and let out an “oh”.

He took off his clothes, the end is a good flesh like sheep fat jade, just the chest tightly bound layer after layer of white cloth, wrapped tight, even the neck and wrists are wrapped in bandages, countless small wounds climbed out of the edge of the white bandages, really some shocking.

Thinking that the twisted neck should almost be healed, Xie Ren started to unwrap the bandages one by one. Fuyang looked at him twice and said, “Who?”

Xie Ren said, “What?”

Fuyao said, “Who is the one who fought against you?”

Xie Ren: “Matchmaking? No.”

Nanfeng: “Then this wound of yours is ……”

Xie Ren said blankly, “I fell by myself.”

“……”

It was the injury that fell when he rolled down from the earth three days ago. If he had been fighting against someone, he really wouldn’t have been able to injure himself to this extent.

Fu shao muttered a few sentences, did not hear, anyway, certainly not praise him strong, Xie Ren also did not ask, finished unraveling the thick layer of bandages on the neck. The next moment, Nanfeng and Fuyang’s gazes all froze, landing on top of his neck.

A black collar, looped between his snow-white neck.