The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

The No. [-] scholar looked at the temple with the Notre Dame Temple engraved on his face with excitement, and he suddenly felt a sense that things were right and people were different. Ten years ago, he lived here for several months. At that time, he was just a poor man who was often bullied by others. The despised scholar.

The thing he heard the most was that outsiders always said that Bai Wuyi was a scholar, but now he had a bright future, having met the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty as the number one scholar, and his future was limitless.

"This man has such a refined temperament, and his clothes seem to be quite expensive!" When the people around him saw the clothes of the No. [-] Scholar, they all looked curious and discussed with each other who this young man was and what his identity was.

"Are those red wooden boxes filled with tributes?" someone wondered.

"If that's true, then these people are really rich!"

"Could he be a descendant of a nearby noble clan?" someone discussed.

"I don't know. Look, the attendants around that young man all have swords on their waists. It seems that those sharp weapons are quite expensive. This person must have some background! He even has an official background!"

Sensing the envy from all around, and hearing the words of praise and praise for him, the No. [-] Scholar inadvertently showed a hint of pride, but he immediately hid this emotion. After all, this place was where the goddess in his dream was, and he was the millionaire. Don't behave arrogantly.

"Everyone, I am also an ordinary person here to pray. Don't be surprised!" The Number One Scholar raised his hand and said softly: "I won't disturb you!"

When the people around him heard this, they no longer looked at the No. [-] Scholar. They all had two arms and two legs, and they all had ordinary faces. There was no difference. The only difference was that he seemed to be very rich.

"You guys move these tributes into the temple!" Zhuangyuan Lang whispered to more than a dozen attendants: "Clean the temple inside and out, and don't damage anything inside!"

"Yes!" The attendants moved the tributes into the temple quickly.

The surrounding people looked at each other in shock when they saw this, thinking that this young man must be a loyal believer of Our Lady of Huashan.

……

On the edge of the cliff not far away, Meng Jing and Yang Chan saw this scene. Their expressions were slightly different. Meng Jing's expression was calm and did not change much, but Yang Chan was frowning at the side.

"It seems that you, a believer, are very pious!" Meng Jing said calmly.

"Why does it look familiar?" Yang Chan frowned slightly and said. After thinking about it, Yang Chan suddenly said: "It's actually him?"

Meng Jing on the side became interested and asked, "Oh? Still an old acquaintance?"

"We can't talk about it in the old days. More than ten years ago, this person was a scholar who was in dire straits and had no place to live!" Yang Chan said calmly: "He has been cleaning and repairing the temple inside and out for several months, and even helped me record it. Some names of believers who come and go!”

"At that time, I saw that this man was kind-hearted and studied classics very assiduously, so I told Wenquxing about this and wished him success in obtaining fame!" Yang Chan said.

"I see, has he seen you?" Meng Jing suddenly asked.

This made Yang Chan confused and said directly without much thought: "We met once. When the Queen Mother and Second Brother came to look for me, he was watching nearby, but I used magic to send this person away first!"

"Oh, I've really seen it before!" Meng Jing saw the fire clearly and noticed the fire of desire hidden deep in the eyes of the No. [-] Scholar. Meng Jing couldn't help but want to laugh.

Yang Chan is the daughter of Princess Yao. Although her appearance is not as good as that of Fairy Chang'e, she is still the most beautiful in the three realms. With her magical power, she has an extraordinary temperament. Few ordinary people can keep their minds.

"Huh?" Yang Chan frowned, wondering what Meng Jing meant.

Meng Jing stared at the confident-looking Number One Scholar, and suddenly smiled and said: "I'm very curious, what is he thinking deep down? What about you?" At this moment, Meng Jing was thinking in his heart, could this guy be Liu Yanchang, right?His thoughts were like lightning, and Meng Jing immediately objected. This person should not be Liu Yanchang.

The timeline in which Liu Yanchang appears is 300 years later, 300 years after Sun Wukong became a Buddha.

"What is he thinking? Why should I be curious?" Yang Chan frowned again, not knowing what Meng Jing wanted to express. "I remember that your father Yang Tianyou was a scholar, right?" Meng Jing said calmly.

After hearing this, Yang Chan's face flashed with sadness, she nodded and said softly: "Yes! He is also a scholar!" As he spoke, Yang Chan couldn't help but look at the No. [-] Scholar, as if she wanted to find a familiar feeling in him.

……

Meng Jing and the two men have always been shrouded in invisibility spells, causing the people around them to not notice them at all.

Seeing Zhuangyuan Lang and others moving the tributes into the temple, the two of them walked in.

In the temple, Zhuangyuanlang carefully took out the tributes from the red wooden box and placed them neatly on the altar under the stone statue of the Three Holy Mothers.

Then he knelt on the futon with a devout face, holding a burning incense candle in his hand. The No. [-] scholar stared at the stone statue of the Three Holy Mothers with unparalleled beauty and moving temperament. He kowtowed gently and said in a respectful tone: "Thank you, Holy Mother, for blessing me." , so that Xiaosheng can have this future and current status... Now I come here from Chang'an just to fulfill my wish, and I hope the Holy Mother will know!"

The number one scholar briefly recounted the events of the past ten years.

Hearing this, Yang Chan was slightly surprised and said: "You are actually the number one scholar in high school?" After being amazed, she looked at the number one scholar with a flash of admiration in her eyes.

Although she, Yang Chan, has some help on his way to fame, these help are always external. Maybe she can wish him a Jinshi, but to be the only top scholar in high school, I am afraid she still needs unshakable perseverance and working hard day and night. The spirit of striving for strength.

After the champion kowtowed for a while, he stood up and inserted the incense candle into the incense utensil, and then looked at the stone statue obsessively.

"Do you think he just returned his wish?" Meng Jing said softly from the side.

"If it's not a wish, what else is there?" Yang Chan asked puzzledly.

"I don't know! But we can take a look!" Meng Jing said: "Maybe he can change your view on the love between immortals and mortals!"

When Yang Chan heard this, she looked at the No. [-] Scholar with suspicion. She watched him instruct his attendants to clean the temple, and when he saw him, he cleaned the temple seriously and sincerely.

Zhuangyuanlang held a broom and swept away the dust in the corners of the temple and the spider webs in the corners. As he swept, he couldn't help but walk into the depths of the temple.

Passing through the ancient corridor, Zhuangyuan Lang looked at the fan-shaped arch not far ahead. Behind the arch was a grove of peach trees. As he stared at it, he couldn't help but think of what happened more than ten years ago.

The handsome man in black clothes walked into the arch and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The No. [-] scholar walked in anxiously, looking at the peach blossoms in the sky and the fragrant peach grove everywhere. Except for the stone table and bench in the center, there was nothing else.

The No. [-] Scholar looked around and saw that no one was following him. He took a deep breath, and his heart beat faster. He said loudly, "I want to see the Holy Mother. May the Holy Mother come to earth!"

This statement made the champion man feel his heart beating even more. He was extremely worried and nervous.

He took a deep breath again and continued: "I know that I am a mortal, and Our Lady is a deity in the sky... But Her Majesty gave Xiaosheng his fame in the past, and Xiaosheng had nothing to repay. He just bowed three times and kowtowed nine times in front of his face to show his inner gratitude. meaning!"

These words fell into the ears of Yang Chan and Meng Jing. Yang Chan looked calm and observed each other with his eyes.

Meng Jing on the side sighed and said: "In the world of mortals, it is just as it should be!"

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