5|Three Living Treasures Nightly Discussion at Juyang Hall

Sensing their gazes, Xie Ren smiled faintly, turned around, and said, “First time seeing a real spell yoke?”

Curse Shackles, as the name suggests, shackles formed by a curse.

A magistrate who is relegated to the heavenly realm will have the wrath of heaven transformed into a seal of sin, inflicted upon him, forming a bondage and sealing off his divine power, teaching him that he can never be rid of it. It is like tattooing words on a person’s face, or chaining his hands and feet, a punishment and a warning, frightening and humiliating.

As the laughing stock of the three worlds who had been beaten down twice, Xie Ren naturally had such a curse yoke on him. It was impossible for these two junior military officials not to have heard of it, but, there was still a considerable gap between having heard of it and seeing it with one’s own eyes. Thus, it wasn’t incomprehensible for Xie Ren to see them reveal such an expression.

He guessed that this thing might have made the two junior military officials jealous and uncomfortable in their hearts. It wasn’t a good thing after all.

I wanted to excuse to find a piece of clothing to wear to the outside to sneak around, but was Fuyao a blank stare plus a sentence “you look like this to the street, can be said to be very nasty” blocked back, or Nanfeng to the temple casually pulled a piece of temple priest’s clothes thrown to him, so that do not have to continue to be nasty. But then sat down, always feel after a pile, the atmosphere has become a little awkward, so Xie Ren took out the scroll given by the Spirit Man Temple, said: “Do you want to see again?”

Nanfeng lifted his eyelids to look at him and said, “It’s been looked at. I think he’s the one who needs a good look.”

Fu Yao said, “What do you mean I’m the one who needs to take a good look. That scroll is written in an incoherent and worthless manner, so it’s worth looking at again and again?”

Hearing him say that the scroll was worthless, Xie Ren couldn’t help but feel slightly distressed for those little civil officials in the Ling Wen Hall who wrote the scroll until their faces turned ashen. He also heard Fu Yao say: ”Ah, where were we? The Nanyang Temple – why are there many believing women in Nanyang, yes?”

Okay. Xie Ren put the scroll away, rubbed his protruding eyebrows, and knew in his heart: tonight, no one could watch it!

If you can’t see what’s going on, then let’s see what’s going on. It turns out that, in addition to a few hundred years in the earth to collect rags Prince, today all the heavenly immortals and gods all know, the South Yang true monarch Feng Xin, once a period of time was known as the “giant | Yang true monarch”. He himself to this name, that really is abhorrent. And everyone has only one word for his experience: “Injustice”!

Because the original correct way to write it is “Joyang”. The reason why it has been misrepresented is because of one thing.

Many years ago, a king of the country to build the palace, in order to show sincerity, special personally to each palace and each hall of the plaque are inscribed. But when it came to “Juyang Hall”, for some reason, he wrote “Giant | Yang Hall”.

Now, the officials responsible for the construction of the palace were worried to death. They couldn’t figure out whether His Majesty had intentionally changed it like this, or whether he had accidentally written it wrong. If it is intentional, why not explicitly decree that I just want to change it this way? If it was not intentional, how could he make such a low-level mistake? He could not say, “Your Majesty, you are wrong.” Who knows if His Majesty would think that he was being sarcastic about his carelessness? Suggesting that his knowledge is shallow? That his heart is not sincere? Moreover, this is His Majesty’s ink writing, if he doesn’t use it, does he want to cancel it?

The most difficult thing under the sky to speculate on is the saint’s intention. The officials were in extreme agony, and after thinking about it, they still felt that it would be better to condescend to His Majesty than to condescend to the True Lord of Joyang.

It must be said that they made the right choice. His Majesty’s side did not say anything else when he found out that Juyang had become Giant Yang, but he just invited a group of scholars to vigorously review ancient books, find out countless reasons for the minutiae, and write a lot of articles to prove that it was originally Giant Yang, and that Juyang was the wrong way to write it. Anyway, after one night, all the Kuiyang halls in the country were turned into Giant Yang halls.

It took more than ten years for Feng Xin, who had inexplicably had his god’s name changed, to realize this. He basically never carefully look at the signboard of his own shrine, just one day suddenly very depressed, how seems to come to his temple to worship so many women, and all are shy and timid face red, incense when they are begging for what things?

After figuring out what was going on, he rushed to the top of the Nine Heavens and cursed at the blazing sun.

All the magi were shocked by him.

After scolding, there is no way to worship, worship, he can not say that with these devout prayers of the women, hard to listen to many years. Until the name “Ju|Yang” was changed to “Nanyang” by a serious ruler who found it unseemly, people still hadn’t forgotten what he could bless in addition to being a god of martial arts. However, there was also a tacit understanding that he should never be referred to by those two words. At the same time, there was also a cognizance held fast to: how to evaluate the True Lord of Nanyang? One word: good!

Just don’t let him open his mouth to curse, and all will be well!

The face of Nanfeng at the other end has been blackened to the bottom of a pot of old age, and here Fuyao is still poetic, saying in a gentle manner: “Friend of women, the strongest son. Aphrodisiac secret formula, to send the son of Nanyang. Ahahaha, ahahaha, ahahahahahahahaha …….”

Xie Ren had the good sense to hold back his laughter, giving him a little face in front of Nan Yang’s idol. Nanfeng, on the other hand, was furious: “Don’t come here shady, if you really have nothing better to do then go sweep the floor!”

This sentence out, Fu Yao’s face also suddenly bottomed out. If the Nanyang Hall is unable to hear people say those two words, the Xuanzhen Hall is unable to hear people mention the word sweeping. Because when Mu Qing was working as a servant at the Royal Jiguan, he was serving tea and water to His Royal Highness Xie Ren all day long, sweeping the floor and making beds. One day, Xie Ren see him while sweeping the floor while reciting the cultivation mantra, was his hard work, the spirit of learning against the odds touched, which went to the master of the country to plead with him to accept him as a disciple. How can I say this? Can be big or small, can be shameful or beautiful, depending on how the person concerned think. Obviously, the person in question thinks this is the shame of his life, because Mu Qing and the generals under his command, are all hearing this word will turn their faces from people. Sure enough, Fu Yao settled down, glanced at Xie Ren who was innocently waving his hand on the side, and laughed coldly, “Listening to what you said, I don’t know but I thought that all of your Nanyang Hall are much to fight for the Crown Prince.”

Nan Feng also sneered, “Your general is indeed ungrateful, what is there to say?”

“Uh ……” Xie Ren just wanted to interject a sentence, Fuyao “ah haha” said: “Your general is only 50 paces to laugh at a hundred paces, what qualifications to poke and prod What qualifications do you have to poke and prod?”

“…… “Hearing them use him like this as a big stick to hammer each other’s spine of the Divine Magus above each other, Xie Ren finally couldn’t listen anymore and said, “Wait, wait. Stop, stop.”

Naturally no one cares about him, and also started a hand, I do not know who first hand, anyway, the table was split in half, plate fruit bone rolled all over the place. Xie Ren look like this is unable to pull the fight, sitting in the corner, sighed “karma ah”, picked up a rolled to the feet of the small steamed buns, wipe the skin ready to eat, Nan Feng glanced out of the corner of the eye, and immediately slapped him off: “Do not eat!”

Fuyao also stopped, shocked and disgusted, “You can still eat after falling into the ashes!”

Xie Ren took the opportunity to make a gesture and said, “Stop, stop, stop. I have something to say.”

He separated the two of them and said in a pleasant manner, “Firstly, that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince that you are talking about is none other than myself. This Highness hasn’t even spoken, so don’t throw me around as a weapon to attack each other.” After a pause, he added, “I think the two generals of your family would never be like this, if you are so unseemly, where is their face?”

As soon as this sentence came out huge, both of their expressions changed a bit. Xie Ren added, “Secondly, you are here to assist me, right? Then is it you who listen to me, or am I listening to you?”

It was only after a long time that the two said, “Listen to you.”

Although their faces looked as if they were saying, “Dream on, listen to you”, Xie Ren was satisfied, and with a “snap”, she folded her arms and said, “Good. Finally the third and most important point – if you must throw something, then please still throw me, not food.”

Nanfeng finally picked him up and nestled in his hands to find a chance to eat the steamed buns gouged out, couldn’t bear it, “Don’t eat it if it falls on the ground!”

The next day, still meeting at the small store.

Dr. Tea again in the doorway stretching legs and bones, far away to see the three people walking close. A Taoist white light simple, carrying a hat in the forefront, two tall black-clothed teenagers in the back.

That Taoist man holding his hand came in a graceful manner, and he came in a graceful manner, even more like an idler than him, “Shopkeeper, please take the trouble to have three cups of tea.”

Dr. Tea laughed, “Coming!”

I thought to myself, “These three silly little brothers are at it again. It’s a pity that they are all so decent looking, and their brains are all sicker than one another. They’re all about gods and fairies and ghosts and heaven. What’s the use of being decent-looking if you’re sick?”

Xie Ren still picked up the seat by the window. After settling down together, Nan Feng said, “Why did you come here to talk, did you make sure that you wouldn’t be overheard by the bystanders?”

Xie Ren said in a warm voice, “It doesn’t matter. Even if we hear it others won’t care, they’ll just think we’re sick.”

“……”

Xie Ren said, “In order to prevent the three of us from wasting away like this, let’s get to the point. After calming down for the night, have you guys come up with any solutions?”

Fuyang’s gaze lit up as he coldly said, “Kill!”

Nan Feng said, “Nonsense!”

Xie Ren said: ”Nanfeng, you don’t want to be so mean, Fu shan didn’t say anything wrong, the fundamental way to solve the problem is to kill. The question is where to what, find who to kill, how to kill. I suggest ……”

It was at this moment that a sound of banging and drumming came from the street, and the three of them looked out of the window.

It was the same group of gloomy and miserable “bridegroom” people. This line of people blew and beat, even calling out with a horn, as if they were afraid that others would not hear them. Nan Feng frowned and said, “Didn’t you say that the locals near Junshan don’t dare to make a big deal out of their marriage?”

This team is a big strong black man, look and muscles are tense, forehead cold sweat, as if they are carrying not a big sedan chair of joy, but a life-threatening guillotine. I don’t know what kind of person is sitting in the sedan chair.

Contemplating for a moment, Xie Ren was about to go out and look around, when a gust of cloudy wind blew by, and the curtain on one side of the sedan chair lifted with the wind.

The person behind the curtain was crooked in the sedan chair in a very strange position. Her head was askew, and a brightly painted red mouth was revealed under the cover, with an overly exaggerated smile at the corners of her mouth. When the sedan chair lurched, the cover slipped down, revealing a pair of round eyes staring this way.

It looked distinctly like a woman with a broken neck who was laughing silently at them.

I don’t know if the bearer’s hand shook too much, the sedan chair is not very stable, the woman’s head also followed the straight shake. Shaking and shaking, “thud”, a head fell down, bone rolled to the street.

The headless body sitting in the sedan chair also fell forward – with a bang, the whole person flung out of the door of the sedan chair.