Chapter 39: Heavenly Master (2)

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"What is facial paralysis?" Lianhua looked at her in disbelief, with a serious expression and a good-minded baby.
"..." Xiao Yao felt that he was a little internally injured, and he was scolding him. His innocent expression made her feel guilty of bullying innocent teenagers.
The magic stick is not only facial paralysis, but also a natural curiosity. Once she accidentally slips out the word "Jesus" from her mouth, and the disaster begins.
With the firm and terrible knowledge of the magic stick, she had to popularize the Bible story with him from the beginning of explaining Jesus. To an ancient man, many things appeared in the Bible were unheard of, so many new questions When it happened, the magic stick firmly carried forward his merits of knowledge until she collapsed when asked.
"Facial palsy means no expression. In fact, in pathology, it has a more professional name ... Well, why do I tell you that this will cause endless problems, and when it comes to cramps in the mouth, You ca n’t tell, you know I ’m scolding you.
Xiao Yao really did n’t want to repeat the same mistakes and switched the topic.
Lotus seems to be still thinking about the serious problem of facial paralysis, and only half-returned, "Lianhua came to pray for the princess and asked the emperor and the princess to move to the Feng Clan Temple."
Whenever outsiders live in the palace, the mage will be asked to burn incense to drive away evil spirits, so as not to bring obscurity into the palace.
Ordinary palace people's prayers are presided over by the low-level witches and concubines, and high-grade concubines are presided over by the young priests, and queens are consecrated by the ancestors in the ancestral temple. There has never been an example of welcoming a princess from the outside. The emperor specially ordered lotus root to preside over this ritual.
In the Beigong Palace, the ancient trees are tall, the temples are towering, the octagonal eaves are hung with simple bronze bells, lacquered sorghum, and the walls are painted with pictures of daily sacrifices. Scenes come to life.
The temple is covered with warp and weft covers and tarpaulins, which are wafting and windless, and the atmosphere is somber and gloomy. Even Xiao Yao, an atheist who grew up under the socialist red, also felt soaked, and his hair was erect.
The table was filled with the rankings of the ancestors and ancestors, the incense was full before the case, and various offerings of cattle and sheep and fruits were filled with high tables.