Reborn Willow God, Great Antiquity Signed for Thousands of Years

Only the statue of Nuwa is enshrined in the main hall, and Liu Bai and Fuxi, who are the envoys of the left and right gods, have long been discarded in the depths of memory because they have not manifested themselves for many years.

This is also inevitable.

After all, mortals have a short lifespan, and it is difficult to preserve the temples built for a long time.

It is also common for something to be missing from generation to generation.

After the whole set of etiquette of burning incense and praying came down, it was already in full swing.

Di Xin was on the spur of the moment, but he was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he stopped to watch the layout of the hall.

Shang Rong and the civil and military officials accompanied him to tour the holy temple.

Di Xin glanced at Shang Rong, and said with a smile: "Shang Aiqing, is the fragrance descending finished now?"

Shang Rong didn't understand why he only asked himself, but he still lowered his head and said respectfully: "Naturally, it's over, and Empress Nuwa's virtue will definitely protect us."

Di Xin nodded, "Then get up and drive back to the palace."

Civil and military officials naturally did not do anything wrong.

At this moment, a breeze blew slowly, and there seemed to be a strange fragrance in the wind.

Some civil and military officials couldn't help whispering: "It smells so good, what kind of smell is it?"

"Maybe some kind of flower is blooming. It's the time of spring, and the outskirts of the city are full of flowers and plants, and it's not surprising that the fragrance is floating."

"It should be like this, but I don't know what kind of flower it is, I have to go and see it later, and ask the servants to pick some back and plant them."

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While several officials were discussing in low voices, Di Xin, who was walking in the front of the crowd, suddenly shook his head and laughed loudly: "This is not a fragrance of flowers! This is an auspicious omen for the empress to come here! Come, get a pen and ink Come!"

A crowd of civil and military officials looked at each other, a little confused.

However, the auspiciousness of the heavenly general is not a rare thing, if the king says it is, then it is.

No one dared to offend his temper, and soon someone came running quickly with a tray with pens and ink on it.

Seeing Di Xin pick up the pen and ink, Bigan suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart for no reason, and quickly persuaded: "Your Majesty, the incense journey is over, it's time to return to the palace."

"It's rare to get up today, wait for me to mention a poem."

Di Xin picked up the pen, filled it with ink, and looked up at the statue of Nuwa in the main hall. His eyes were blurred, and he seemed to have lost his mind.

Seeing this, Bigan frowned and took two steps forward, calling out in a deep voice, "Your Majesty! It's time to go back to the palace!"

"No hurry, no hurry!"

Di Xin seemed to wake up from a dream, laughed and waved his hands, walked quickly to the wall, swiped a pen, and wrote a poem:

"The Fengluan treasure tent is very beautiful, full of exquisite makeup.

Ququ Yuanshan is flying emerald green; dancing sleeves reflect Xiashang.

Pear blossoms bring rain to compete for beauty; peony cages are full of smoke and make-up.

But if you are enchanting, you can move, and you can take back Changle to serve the king. "

The faces of all the ministers changed drastically, and they all shouted: "Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, no way!"

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Under the dissuasion of all the ministers, Di Xin threw away the brush in his hand, and laughed loudly: "My love, what do you think of this poem by the widow?"

Bigan said with a dark face: "Your Majesty, this poem has the meaning of blasphemy, without any sincerity, it is a crime against the sacred, it is not a ceremony for the emperor to visit and pray, and please ask the king to kneel in front of the statue and ask for forgiveness. "

Di Xin said displeasedly: "The widow is just admiring the beauty of Empress Nuwa, why do you mean to be blasphemy?"

He turned his head to look at Shang Rong, and said, "Shang Aiqing, what do you think of the widow's poem?"

Shang Rong bowed down and bowed, and said solemnly: "I think what the emperor said is very true. The Empress Nuwa is a congenital god, the blessing of the court song. The king came to burn incense and worship, praying for blessings, so that all people can work happily, and the rain will be smooth and the wind will be smooth." , The fire is quiet.

But now that His Majesty composes poems to blaspheme the saints, I'm afraid that the empress will pour out boundless anger! "

Di Xin snorted coldly, tossed his sleeve robe, turned around and walked outside, the displeasure in his heart was clearly written on his face.

All the ministers in the holy temple looked at each other in blank dismay, with a faint look of horror on their faces.

Bigan hurriedly shouted: "Come here!"

Two teams of guards ran in, knelt down and bowed their heads.

"Wash away this ink quickly."

The guards all looked at each other in blank dismay, without any movement.

Bigan shouted angrily: "Don't hurry up?"

All the guards trembled in fright.

One of the guards said cautiously: "My lord, this is written by the king's imperial pen. I dare not tamper with it."

Bigan frowned, then rolled up his sleeves and said, "Bring me some water."

"Yes Yes……"