I will still be a god in this life

Chapter 80 Emperor Wenchang appears (first update)
Yao Huaiqing was startled, and quickly pulled her nephew and Liu Tongtong back to the door. She stood firm and stared at the scene in front of her in stunned silence. A gust of wind came over, which made her arms feel slightly cold, and she subconsciously squeezed in. into the warm embrace of my nephew.

She looked back at Zhou Fuxi and Liu Tongtong to make sure they hadn't been hit. Then she raised her hand and patted her chest. She turned around in fear and asked Zhou Fuxi, "What's going on? Fuxi, you scared me to death." ”

"It's normal if you can't stand my bowing. It's all your fault, you have to let me bow." Zhou Fuxi smiled nonchalantly and put his arm around her shoulders to comfort her.

"You're still talking nonsense! It's a crime, it's a child's fault." Yao Huaiqing stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, as if he had caught everything Zhou Fuxi had said. Then he threw it with both hands and made a gesture of throwing it to the ground. He stomped his feet and crushed it, then turned around and pressed his lips with soft fingers to stop him from talking nonsense.

Zhou Fuxi stopped talking.

"Pay attention... what happened just now might be a bit of a trick." Seeing that he was obedient, Yao Huaiqing opened his hands like a hen spreading its wings, treating Zhou Fuxi and Liu Tongtong like chickens. of protection behind him.

She herself looked around warily, looking a little flustered and curious.

The night wind after the heavy rain was slightly chilly, and the torn statues in the pavilion were scattered everywhere.

It's just that the upper body of the god was shattered even more thoroughly. It seemed that no piece larger than a palm could be found. Rather than being shattered after falling to the ground, it was more like it was crushed into pieces by some unbearable pressure.

According to traditional techniques, the statue is made of rice stalks, cotton, mud, and fine sand, with the wooden frame in the middle being a vertical frame. At this time, there is no possibility of repair and can only be reshaped.

The old will not go, and the new will not come.

Zhou Fuxi sighed slightly and looked forward to it.

Apart from this statue of the god, there is nothing else to see in the entire attic. If there is no statue of the god, how can 31 tickets be sold?

Presumably the management unit of Tianxing Pavilion will still be very active in remodeling the statue, and may even spread some half-truth and half-false news to add a layer of mystery to tonight's accident to attract more people to visit.

In fact, the tickets are still a bit expensive. For example, Lushan Temple only costs ten yuan, and the incense is more than a hundred times more prosperous than here. Of course, the reason is not just the difference in tickets. After all, Lushan Temple specializes in making money... No, professional satisfaction A place where believers pray.

Tianxing Pavilion Park also serves as part of the function of patriotism and historical education. During the Taiping Rebellion, the Western King Xiao Chaogui died under this attic when he attacked Junsha. The statue dedicated to Emperor Wenchang is just a continuation of tradition and does not particularly value incense. .

"Fuxi, I'm a little cold, let's go." Yao Huaiqing looked around. The candles that had been extinguished at some point were filled with green smoke. The statues were torn apart. There were colorful paints in the dark attic, and incandescent lights in several corners. The pale light of the lamp fell on the floor tiles, like an eerie puddle of water.

Could this matter have something to do with you?Yao Huaiqing was a little worried.

After all, it is said that her original injury was caused by the evil magic from Nanyang. Maybe her injury healed and alerted the evil god who did it... No, which evil god is so arrogant and domineering, arrogant, and dares to be on the territory of Emperor Wenchang? Explosive stab?

Maybe there is someone with a greater background than Emperor Wenchang... Yao Huaiqing couldn't think of any other god with such a big reputation who could casually destroy the statue of Emperor Wenchang.

The fight between gods had nothing to do with him. Yao Huaiqing hurriedly scanned the donation code, preparing to transfer 1 yuan to the incense money to buy peace of mind. "Okay. Auntie, please don't give me zeros, just give me what you want." Zhou Fuxi suggested, "In the future, try to burn incense and donate less money."

Zhou Fuxi was about to leave with Yao Huaiqing and Liu Tongtong, but suddenly he sensed an extremely pious prayer, as if someone had burned tons of incense, and in that prayer was a name that Zhou Fuxi was familiar with: Bai Wei anthracene.

So he asked Yao Huaiqing to take Liu Tongtong out first, and he looked back.

In the other corner of the loft, there stood a beautiful woman. She had her hair tied up high, and her gold and jade jewelry were elegant and luxurious. Her pretty face was covered with light foundation, her eyes were moist like waves, and there were thin lines on the corners of her eyes. The wrinkles did not detract from her beauty, but added a touch of charm accumulated over time.

The green embroidered cheongsam sets off the exquisite and plump figure. There is no fat on the lower abdomen, but it is wrapped with a gentle and maternal feeling. Black fish-toe shoes are worn under the slender legs, and the crimson nails on the toes are painted like stockings. Wrapped ruby.

"Emperor Wenchang...you...you, I just asked you for my daughter's health, why did you explode?"

In the moist eyes of the beautiful woman, there was ten times more panic and fear than Yao Huaiqing just now, as if a god came and told her personally that there was no chance of her wish coming true, and she was extremely desperate.

"My poor little Bai has been coughing up blood frequently since he was in high school. He recovered after a while, but he still couldn't be cured. No hospital could find out the cause of the disease. The doctors were hesitant to talk. Finally, a good friend gave me help. Introduced an old god."

"The old god said that Xiaobai's fate is damaged, he was injured in the womb, and he won't live long. He can only burn incense and worship God... There is no other way. Others don't believe it, but I am really afraid."

"It's better to believe that it exists than to believe that it doesn't exist. A few days ago, a fortune teller on the roadside said that coming here to burn incense would help me get an accurate message... Is this the accurate message you gave me, Emperor?"

As she spoke, the beautiful woman knelt on the futon, her dark high-heeled shoes tilted backwards, her delicate and reddish toes trembling a little as if she couldn't support her body. She turned her head, tears falling on the dim light of her shoes, Like pearls falling on a plate.

"This emperor just accidentally blew up his own incarnation statue. It has nothing to do with you."

When the beautiful woman heard a powerful and vast divine voice coming from her ears, she couldn't help but tremble with fear. She raised her hand in confusion. The emerald green jade bracelet slipped down her white and slender arm, and her crimson fingernails rubbed nervously. Holding the handkerchief, he raised his head and looked around.

She couldn't help but stand up straight, and after turning around in a circle, her eyes fell on the shattered statue, and she murmured: "Emperor... has Emperor Wenchang appeared?"

"This emperor only cares about his official career and does not care about the illness or pain. But now the opportunity is just right... your daughter's classmate Zhou Fuxi has just been here to pray for passing the monthly exam. This falls within the scope of my official duties."

"His wish can be fulfilled by your daughter. During the monthly exam, if you ask your daughter to copy the papers for Zhou Fuxi so that he can pass the monthly exam, this emperor will accept your affection, so he can consider you. About my daughter."

The beautiful woman couldn't help but be stunned, who is playing tricks on me?

(End of this chapter)