Heaven Official Blessing

Xie Lian was surprised to find that the young man, though slender and slim, was able to help him carry a large bag containing the remnants of used goods quietly and easily collected his back. In his heart he Xie Lian couldn't help feeling guilty. San Lang stepped forward, already a few steps ahead of him. Xie Lian followed, but suddenly remembered that the old train driver was still lying unconscious on the train. He was doubled in position perhaps because of their chase, Xie Lian patted him back for consciousness, and repeatedly warned him not to talk about anything that happened tonight to anyone. After witnessing his abilities, how could the old man dare to disagree with him? With a nod and a nod, he said he would not dream of it. The old man then withdrew Old Huang's control and hurried home.

What remained on the wagon now was a rolled bamboo mat, which Xie Lian carried on his back. When he looked back, San Lang was already leisurely walking on the hill, a man holding the remaining bag that was hung on his shoulder.

Upon arriving, they stood in front of the crooked Pu Qi Monastery. San Lang lowered his head with laughter, as if he had seen something funny. When Xie Lian approached, he found that he was looking at 'a nursing home, please give alms'. He coughed lightly and said, "See? Here it is, and why am I saying you might not be used to this."

San Lang replied, "This is okay."

Previously, Xie Lian always told others 'it's okay, it's OK'. Today was the first time he had heard those words spoken to him, leaving him with an indescribable feeling. The original door of the Pu Qi Monastery had long since rotted, so Xie Lian took it and replaced it with a curtain. Lifting the corner of the curtain, he stepped forward and said, "Enter."

San Lang followed from behind and entered.

The furniture in this small wooden house can be taken with a single glance. There was only a long, square offering table, two small wooden benches, a small prayer mat *, and a donation box. Taking the items held by San Lang, Xie Lian began to unpack the items he bought: a fortune teller container, incense burners, calligraphy brushes, paper, and other items, before placing them in the right place on the offering table. Lighting the red candle that someone carelessly threw on the road as he gathered the leftovers, the room immediately lit up with light. San Lang casually took the fortune teller's container and shook it before it was used.

He asked, "So is there a bed?"

Xie Lian turned around. He wordlessly put the bamboo mat he was carrying on his back and then showed it to him.

San Lang raised his eyebrows. "Is there only one?"

Xie Lian had just met the young man when he was on his way back from the city, so naturally he didn't think of buying another mat. "If you don't mind sneaking up to sleep with me tonight, can we share?" He suggested.

San Lang said, "It worked."

Xie Lian took a broom and swept the floor again while San Lang roamed around the monastery. "Dao Zhang Gege, haven't you lost something in your temple?"

Xie Lian had finished sweeping and crouching on the floor so she could put down bamboo mats. Hearing this, he asked as he spread the mat, "I think besides followers, there shouldn't be anything else lacking."

San Lang also crouched down, one hand supporting his chin when he asked, "What about the image of God?"

Just because of his reminder, Xie Lian suddenly remembered that he had completely forgotten the most important thing that had to be there - the image of a god!

After pondering over it, Xie Lian finally found the solution, "Previously, I had bought a calligraphy brush and some paper. I will draw a portrait to hang tomorrow."

to draw a portrait of himself, for himself to hang on his own temple, hahaha if this news spreads to Heaven, he thinks he might be mocked for a decade or even more. But to have an accurate sculpture carved, will spend valuable resources and time. So, between weighing it and being ridiculed, Xie Lian prefers to be made fun of for ten years.

Unexpectedly, San Lang spoke. "Pictures? I know how, need help?"

Surprised, Xie Lian laughed and said, "Then I must thank you first. But, I'm afraid you might not know how to draw Crown Prince Xian Le? After all, almost all of his statues and portraits had been burned eight hundred years ago. Apart from a few what remains, not many people will want to see it. "

But San Lang replied, "Of course I know. When we sat on the train before, didn't we raise the topic of the conversation about His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Xie Lian did remember such an event. Indeed, while on the way here, he said "You may not have heard of him", but San Lang hasn't replied. Now, hearing him say this, it was rather surprising. Xie Lian finished spreading the mat. Standing tall, he said, "Could it be that San Lang, you really know about him?"

san Lang sat on the mat, "yes"

The appearance and tone of this young man when speaking are both quite interesting. He often smiled, but it was difficult to say whether the smile was genuine and sincere or was ridiculed at the same time as a disability in the knowledge of others. Throughout their journey on the road, Xie Lian listened to him talk about everything in the sun, so he was rather interested in knowing other people's judgment. He sat next to the teenager and asked, "Regarding Crown Prince Xian Le, San Lang, what do you think of him?"

The two of them sat facing each other under the flickering red candle flame. With San Lang's back to the light, his black eyes were thrown into the shadows, making his facial expression invisible. After a while, he replied, "I thought, Jun Wu must have really disliked it."

Xie Lian didn't think it would be this kind of answer. Slightly surprised, he asked, "Why do you think so?"

San Lang replied, "Why else was he banished twice from heaven?"

Hearing this, Xie Lian smiled faintly, thinking, "Indeed the reason for a young man." He lowered his head, slowly unbuttoning it, saying, "Here, and whether likes or hates has nothing to do with each other. In this world, there are many things that cannot be explained simply by 'like' or 'dislike'."

San Lang said, "Oh."

Xie Lian turned around, pulled out his white boots before speaking again, "Besides, if someone does something wrong, then someone must be punished for that, the Heavenly Emperor only carries out his duty twice."

With respect, San Lang said, "Maybe."

At the end, Xie Lian removed her outerwear and neatly stacked the folded clothes, preparing to put them on the offering table. Xie Lian wanted to talk more about the topic, when he turned around and discovered how San Lang's gaze was locked at his feet.

That look looks strange. It could be described to look like ice-cold, but it could also be described directly as a sharp, piercing blade. You could say that it also faintly contained a burning gaze of heat and turmoil for some reason, strangely again it also issued a freezing cold intention. Xie Lian tilted her head down to look and immediately understood. The young man was staring at the cursed black shackles wrapped around his right ankle.

The first cursed shackle firmly wrapped around his neck, while the second shackle tied his ankles tightly. The two black handcuffs were placed in an area that could not be said to be comfortable, with no way to hide them. In the past, if other people asked about them, Xie Lian randomly made an answer and said that they needed to practice her art. But if San Lang asks, that kid might not be easily fooled.

However, San Lang only stared at his ankles for a moment and did not make any more comments. Xie Lian also didn't want to involve herself on the topic and start lying down. The young man also obediently lay beside him with his clothes still there. Thinking he might not be accustomed to sleeping on the floor n_a_k_e_d, Xie Lian thought to himself that he should really get a new bed. "Let's rest," he said.

The next morning, when Xie Lian opened her eyes, she noticed that San Lang was not lying next to her. Raising his head to look around, his heart suddenly trembled.

Unexpectedly, there was a portrait on the offering table.

The portrait is a man who wears beautiful clothes and on one side wears a gold mask, holds a sword in one hand and holds a flower in the other. The strength in each brush stroke is very good, and the colors used are very beautiful. This is actually a portrait of 'Prince Crown Prince Xian Le, who pleases the Gods.'

It had been years since Xie Lian had last seen this painting, so he stared at it blankly for a while before he finally woke up. After dressing himself, he pulled the curtain. San Lang is outside the temple, resting in a patch of shade. The teenager turned his broom between his hands to have fun while looking up at the sky and looked bored.

The young man did not seem too fond of sunlight. From the way he looked at the sky, it seemed like he was pondering a way to pull the sun and step on it until it became porridge. Outside the door lay a pile of fallen leaves, all neatly swept into the pile. Xie Lian came out of the door and asked, "Did you rest well last night?"

Still leaning against the wall, San Lang turned and answered, "Not bad."

Xie Lian walked over and took the broom from his hand. "San Lang, were the portraits drawn by you?"

"Nhn."

"You draw very well," said Xie Lian.

Even though he didn't speak, the corner of San Lang's mouth turned upward. Not sure if it was because of the way he had slept the night before, his hair looked more slanted and messy than yesterday, complete with loose strands here and there; messy and messy. But in reality, it was also very handsome. Careless but irregular, it has a touch of its own charm. Xie Lian pointed to her own hair. "Want me to help you?"

San Lang nodded and returned to the monastery with Xie Lian. When he sat down, Xie Lian untied her hair and held it in her hand, calmly and carefully examining it.

Even if the lines of the palm of the hand and fingerprints are perfectly recreated, the devil and ghost will always slip in one section. The hair of a living person is very numerous and somewhat uncountable, because each strand is so fine and different. As a result, many ghost and devil fake skins eventually have hair that looks like black clouds, or with strands glued together like cloth. Or, they will only. forget it altogether and just look bald.

Last night, Xie Lian was able to confirm that the fingerprints and lines of San Lang's palm were there and thus had lowered his guard. However, when he saw the portrait this morning, he could not help feeling suspicious anymore.

This is too inhuman okay!

How can normal people know how to draw this painting?

however, when his fingers gently stroked san Lang's hair, carefully examining it, he found the young man's black hair smooth and long without any abnormalities.

After a while, maybe because of his amused actions, San Lang laughed once. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye before saying, "Gege, are you trying to help me tie my hair, or do you have anything else you want to do?"

With her long, curly hair, it didn't diminish San Lang's beauty and instead seemed to add to her demonic aura. That question seems tempting. Smiling, Xie Lian said, "Alright, alright," before with a pumping heart he quickly began to tie his hair.

Who knows, after he finished tying his hair, San Lang saw his reflection in a nearby water basin before he turned and raised his eyebrows at Xie Lian. Seeing his reaction, Xie Lian gently coughed again.

Previously, his hair tilted. After pulling and adjusting it, it's still bent.

Even though San Lang didn't say a word and just looked at him this way, Xie Lian still felt that it had been at least a few hundred years or more since he felt this shy. Dropping his hand, he was just about to tell San Lang 'Come here, let's try again when suddenly, he hears a loud noise from outside. The sound of footsteps coming from all directions, along with several screams "Great Immortal!"

Xie Lian was shocked upon hearing this and rushed out, only to see many people blocking the entrance to the front of his monastery. Each of them had a red face with joy and excitement. The village head rushed forward and took his hand before saying, "The Eternal, to have a living god come to our village is truly beautiful to imagine"

Xie Lian, "???"

The rest of the villagers had surrounded him, "Great Immortal, welcome and settle in our Pu Qi Village and for that reason choose here, thank you!"

"Eternal Eternal! Can you bless me and let me find a wife ?!"

"Eternal Eternal! Can you bless one of my family members to hurry and give birth to a child!"

"Eternal Eternal! I have a delicious freshwater c_h_e_s_tnut here! Do you want to eat it ?! While you eat it, can you also bless me with a good harvest this year ?!"

The villagers were too enthusiastic, cornering him from all sides while forcing Xie Lian to continue to retreat. His heart cried in bitterness. The old man from last night had a big mouth! Even though he clearly emphasized the importance of not saying a word, even at dawn the whole village knew!

The villagers did not know which deity was devoted to the monastery's temple at first, but they all insisted on burning incense. However, no matter which god, the god is still the same god and praying to them will not be harmful. What Xie Lian had originally hoped for was that his small monastery temple would be completely devoid of even one soul in sight and that it was certain that it would last all year, not even a handful of people would approach the door.

Choking on a few bribes, he spoke, "Uhuk, compatriot, I really can't bless you with wealth and wealth, really. Uhuk, please, however, don't pray for wealth here! There might be unintended consequences or consequences. unexpected ... I'm sorry, please don't ask about marriage either. No, no, I also can't bless you with giving birth and raising children ... "

San Lang also stopped taking care of his crooked hair and sat right next to the donation box, with his hand supporting his chin and another laziness toss c_h_e_s_tnut into his mouth while he ate. Some young village women who came looking at him, their faces turning red like a twilight cloud before they asked Xie Lian, "Um. That, are you ..."

Even though he didn't know what they were going to ask, Xie Lian's intuition told him that he had to stop them immediately before turning into a bigger mess, so he said, "No!"

With difficulty, the crowd finally dispersed, leaving behind offerings now full of fruits, vegetables and even white rice, noodles and other items. Good or bad, he finally received a wave of offerings ah. Xie Lian swept away the garbage that the villagers had left outside. San Lang followed him, saying, "That incense is good enough."

Xie Lian swept while shaking his head. "Under normal circ_u_mstances, ten days to half a month will pass without a single person coming to seek blessings."

"How could this happen?" Asked San Lang.

Xie Lian glanced at him, smiling, "Now that I think about it, maybe San Lang's luck has fooled me a little."

When he said this, he remembered that he wanted to change the door curtain. Thus, pulling out a new curtain from inside his sleeve, he hung it above the door. Then he took two steps back to examine it, when suddenly, he noticed that san Lang had stopped in his tracks. Xie Lian turned and asked, "what's wrong?"

Only to see San Lang staring at the curtain, with a pensive expression on his face. Following his line of sight, Xie Lian saw that he was aiming for the spell written on the curtain.

This amulet was something he used to draw some time ago, and on top of it was a spell after spell combined perfectly, laying each other. His defense is certainly very strong. The initial goal is to ward off evil and it can drive off the progress of outside crimes, preventing them from entering.

However, since this was written by Xie Lian himself, did this also attract adversity at the same time? Or ... There is no way to know which direction it will affect. However, because the temple does not even have a front door, it would be safer to put a line of spells on the curtain.

Seeing how the young man stood in front of the curtain, not moving, something moved in Xie Lian's heart, "San Lang?"

what if by drawing this fetish the teenager could be confined at the door and prevented from entering?