Chapter 13: Clothing red wins maple skin white snow

Of course, he will never say this. However, it is no wonder that the south wind and the swaying of the silver butterfly have changed their faces. They want to come and eat the bitter head of the silver butterfly with the two priests they serve.
A priest asked: "His Royal Highness, you meet the Flower City, he and he... What did he do to you?"
This tone, it sounds more like asking "Would you have fewer arms or less legs?" Thanks to pity: "There is nothing to do, just..." When he said this, he was actually a bit poor and thought: "What is it? I can’t say it, just robbed my sedan chair and took me along the way. "No words for a moment, I have to say: "Just broke the female ghost Xuan Ji in the jungle with Junshan, brought me in."
All the priests are guilty of guilty conscience, and they are silent. Only a half-timed priest asked: "You, what do you think?"
Listening to the sound and thanking you can imagine the appearance of the gods and his heads:
"No opinion, no opinion at all!"
"I don't know what he wants to do, it blames people."
"What the flower city wants to do, whoever can't understand..."
Although it is a popular demon king who has been popularized, it is not a terrible feeling for this person. Really want to say it, he thinks that this flower city is still helping him. All in all, the first blessing he received after he flew back to heaven was supposed to be completed.
I first said that the merits of this trip with Junshan are all counted on him. Although the official has remembered for a long time because of the death of his daughter, he remembered that he would like to return it with a sad heart. But the seven get together, all kinds of water, 88.8 million merits, but also inseparable. Thanks for the debt and the lightness of the body, the heart is clear and clear, refreshing and beautiful, and the spirit is renewed, and I decided to be a god. It is best to be a half friend with your gods. Although the psychic array of the heavenly court is quiet, but it is also busy to drink and drink, and usually the gods are in a good mood, or see something interesting, and also talk about it in the circle, and then laugh a few words. Although he can't tell who is who, he listens silently. But I can't always talk like this, so he listened for a long time, and occasionally came out with a gentle saying:

It’s really fun.

"Read a beautiful little poem and share it with the princes."

A very effective little trick to treat low back pain, share it with the princes.

Regrettably, every time he sends out these carefully selected and very helpful content, there will be silence in the psychic array. Later, the spirit couldn't help it. He said to him privately: "His Royal Highness, these things you made in the psychic array, although they are all very good, but even if they are hundreds of years older than you, It won't be sent."
Thanks for the pity, I feel a little depressed. In fact, he is not the oldest, but why is he like a senior in the position of a young man who can't keep up with young people? Probably because it has been out of bounds for too long, and has been ignorant, not caring about the outside world, can't save it, or it's gone. He gave up on this and he was not depressed.
But there is still another problem: Until now, no one in the world has ever built a new palace for him. Maybe there is, but anyway, there is no search in the heavens, and there is no record. It is a very embarrassing thing to know that even the land is good and there is a shackle. As a priest who has risen eight hundred times and has risen three times, it is not a palace, and no believer is offering it.
However, it is only the other priests who are jealous of him. I still feel that I am still okay. And he had a whim on a certain day, and suddenly wondered: "If no one wants to provide me, then I can do it for myself."
The priests don't know what to answer.
Who the gods have heard of which priest is for himself!
God is doing so badly to this point, what is the taste!
And Xie Pity has long been accustomed to his cold mouth, and it is an interesting thing to feel so entertained. Once he made a decision, he jumped off the world.
This time, he landed in a small mountain village called Boao Village.
Said to be a mountain village, in fact, is a small soil slope. Thank you for seeing the green mountains and green waters here, the rice fields are beautiful, the scenery is beautiful, and the heart said: "This time it really fell in a good place." Look again, there is a slanting broken house on the small soil slope, ask four times. Q, the villagers said: "The house is abolished, there is no master, and occasionally the tramp goes in and sleeps for a night, and feels free to live." Is this not what he wants? Go now and go.
When he approached him, he discovered that the cabin was very ruined at a distance and was more ruined in the near future. The four pillars in the square of the square are afraid of two decaying. When the wind blows, the whole house creaks and it is suspected that it will fall at any time. However, this level is still within the acceptable range of thanks, and when you look at it, you will pack it up.
The villagers were stunned. Actually, someone really wanted to stay here. It was amazement. They all came together to watch the fun. The villagers here were very enthusiastic. They not only sent him a broom, but also watched him clean his face and gave him a basket of newly picked bodhisattvas. The Bodhisattva has cut off the skin, one by one, tender and tender, sweet and juicy. Thanks for the pity, I finished eating at the door of the broken house, and my hands were very happy. My heart decided to call it here.
In the Bodhisattva Guanli, there was originally a small table, which could be used for Taiwan. Thanks for the busy life, the onlookers saw that the young man had to vacate a small Taoist view. It was even more unusual. They asked: "Who is this for you?"
Xie pity and cough, said: "Well, this view is for Prince Xianle."
Everyone looked blank: "Who is that?"
Thanks to pity: "I don't know... I seem to be a Prince."
"Oh, what?"
"Probably it is safe." By the way, it was broken.
The people eagerly asked: "Where is this Prince Edward, does he manage to make money?"
Thanks for your pity, it’s not bad to owe money. Wen said: "Unfortunately, it seems impossible."
Everyone gave him an idea: "Or a water supplier, lucky wow! Definitely incense!"
"Or else you can use Lingwen Zhenjun! Maybe we can get a champion in our village!"
A woman shyly said: "That... do you have... there is no one..."
Thanks for keeping a smile, said: "Which?"
"General Yang."
"..."
If he really opened a huge Yang view, I was afraid that the wind letter would fly out of the sky!
Roughly cleaned up the view of the Bodhisattva, but also some incense burners, signs and other debris. But thankfulness completely forgot the most important thing - the idol. He went out of the door with his fight, right, and there was no door leaf. After thinking about it, the house must have been rebuilt, so I wrote a brand at the door: "This is a dangerous building, sincerely seeking good people, donating money, and accumulating merit."
Going out, walking seven or eight miles, came to the town. What are you doing in town? Naturally, it was for the sake of eating and drinking, and he took up his old business.
In myths and legends, the gods do not need to eat anything. In fact, this is hard to say. It is true that the great people of nature can take in the aura they need directly from the sun and rain. But the problem is - can be returned, no matter who loves to do this? Why do you want to do this?
Some of the priests, because of the practice of the Famen, demanded that the five internal organs clean and clear, it is indeed completely smothered by the mortal greasy, if it is stained, it will be like the poisonous soil in all life, vomiting and diarrhea. However, it is not to eat food, but to eat only those who are born in the net, have longevity and enhance the effectiveness of mana.
But thank you for not having this problem. He cursed himself, and he was no different from the mortal. He could eat anything, and because of his battles, he couldn’t die if he ate. Whether it's a one-month gimmick or a green-haired pastry, he will definitely be able to eat it. There is such a bad physique, so when he gets ruined, it is actually OK. Contrast: Open the view to post the money, collect the broken and make money, it is better to fly up and get worse.
This person has a Yushu Linfengxian wind bone, when it is broken, it has an advantage. After a while, it will receive a big bag. On the way back, I saw an old ox holding a scooter. There were a few tall straws on the car. I remembered that I saw this board in the village of Bodhisattva. It should be the same road. He asked if he could take a ride and the owner of the board lifted his chin, indicating that he could come up, and thanked him for taking a big bag and smashing it up. When I sat up, I found that after the tall straw pile, I had already laid a person.
After the upper body covered the haystack, he supported his left leg and drove his right leg. It seemed to be lying on his arm and lying there. It looked like a leisurely, self-satisfied gesture, but it was called envy and envy. The pair of black boots were tightly packed, sticking to the slender and straight legs, quite eye-catching, thanking the pity and seeing that under the cover of Junshan that night, couldn’t help but look at it more and more, confirming that there was no silver hanging on the boots. The chain, I don’t know what animal skin is made of, I thought: "Which is the little boy who ran out to play."
The board slowly swayed on the road, thanking the brawling and taking out a reel to read. He has never kept all the news circulating in the accident world, but because of the cold field many times, I feel that it is better to make up for it. The oxcart swayed for a long time, passing through a maple forest. Looking up and looking around, the green grass and the waves, the bright and beautiful maple fire, with a bit of wild interest in the mountains, as well as the refreshing and fresh intentions of the heart, is extremely intoxicating, thankful and pity can not help but glimpse.
When he was a young man, he practiced in the emperor's view. The emperor's view was built in the mountains. The mountains and plains are full of maple forests, and they are as golden as gold. This situation is inevitable and recalled. After looking for a while, I looked down at the scroll.
Open it to the first sight, you will see a line of words, saying:
Prince Xianle, flying three times. Valkyrie, blasphemy, and ruined god.
"..."
Thanks to pity: "Well, in fact, think about it, there is not much difference between the of war and the of ruin. The gods are equal, and the lives of the people."
At this moment, a chuckle came from behind him, one voice said: "Is it?"
The young man’s lazy voice said:
People naturally love to say that the gods are equal and the lives of the people are waiting. But if this is the case, the gods of the heavens will never exist.

The sound came from the straw on the car. Xie pity looked back and saw that the young man was still lying there lazily, did not get up, probably just inserted a sentence, said: "You also make sense."
He turned back, then looked at the scroll, and wrote:
Many people believe that as a god, the personal or portrait of Prince Xianle has cursed effects. If it is posted on the back of someone, or on a certain door, it will make the person or the family bad luck.
"..."
This kind of commentary makes it difficult to judge whether God is still talking about ghosts.
Xie pity shook his head, could not bear to look at the comments related to himself, decided to first understand the priests in today's world, so as not to be confused who is who, is not rude. When I think of a villager who has mentioned the Navy, I will go through the comments on the Navy and turn to one sentence:
The water master has no ferry. Palm water, and money. Many merchants will provide a statue of a navy in the store and at home, and keep their fortune.
It’s a bit strange to thank you:
Is it a water god, and why is it a fortune?

At this time, the boy who was lying in the straw pile said: "The caravans are shipping goods, and they all go from the waterway. So before going on the road, they have to go to the Navy Temple to burn a high incense, pray for a safe journey, and promise how to come back. In the long run, the water has gradually taken over the fortune."
This is actually to give him a special solution. Thanks for turning around, said: "Is this the case? Interesting, presumably this navy is a very powerful big priest."
The boy smiled and said: "Well, it’s watery."
Listening to his tone, it seems that he did not put the priest in his eyes. It is not like saying something good. Thanks to pity: "What is the water?"
The young boy said: "The ship has passed from the river. It is a walk or a stay. It depends on him. If you don't give him a turn, he will turn it up, so he gave him an nickname, called Shuihengtian 8扪艚5u亟畈Happy muscles!
The famous sergeant has a few mixed numbers in the world and in the heavens. It is similar to the three-faced laughing stock of the pity, the famous miracle, the broomstick, the funeral dog, the cough, the cough, and so on. Usually, it is very rude to use the nickname to call the priest. For example, if anyone dares to call him "sweeping general" in the face of admiration, the feelings will be furious. Thank you for remembering, you can't call it, said: "It turns out, thank you for your answer." Suddenly, I felt that this boy talked about fun and said: "This friend, you are young, you know a lot. of."
The boy said: "Not much. Leisure. Have time to look at it."
In the folk, there are a lot of mythical brochures everywhere, which are all the stories of the gods and gods. They are so big and grudged that they are so small and sorrowful that they are both true and false. It’s not surprising that this boy knows a lot. Thanks for putting down the scroll and said: "That, this friend, God, you know so much, you know you don't know?"
The boy said: "Which ghost?"
Thanks for the pity: "Blood rain and flowers, flower city."
It was said that the boy smiled twice and finally sat up. As soon as he turned his head, thanked him with pity.
I saw this young boy about sixteen or seven years old, clothing red wins maple, skin white if snow, eyes bright as a star, with a smile on his side, handsome, unusual, but inexplicably a bit of wildness. The black hair is loose, a little bit sloppy, and looks very casual.
The two were passing through the flaming maple forest, and the maple leaves danced, and one fell to the shoulder of the boy. He blew a blow and blown off the maple, and then he looked up at him, smiling like a smile: "What do you want to know? Despite asking."