Chapter 162: 3 Hallows and 3 Kills

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"...It's worthy of one more eye than us. (Visit this site." After a long silence in the room, Feng Xiaoxiao finally said with emotion: "Since it is better to understand that he is a Taishang Laojun, he and Li Chang had known each other early, and the relationship should be good. It is estimated that the two did not know when to get together, and then they were kidnapped together by the way."
This speculation is really correct. At first, Li Chang was going to book the ticket back, but with a shake of his hand, other online customers booked the ticket first. Originally, this was not a big problem. The problem was to sell another flight again. The problem was that after such a short period of time, the grand old man who opened an online shop suddenly jumped out and asked for a hookup. He said that he found something while traveling abroad. There was a guqin on the auction that seemed to have spiritual power.
Everyone knows that the most representative of Fuxi's artifacts is the Fuxi Qin. Although this Guqin can never be related to the earth-shattering Fuxi Qin when it was born, it is even more unlikely that it will be brought to the auction so simply. Go up, but... anyhow it is also a piano.
Thinking of going to see the top Li Chang soon, I was immediately moved, and made an appointment with the Taishang Laojun about the meeting abroad, intending to bring a handy meeting ceremony when meeting the boss. So they set off happily together, and then they were discovered by the Hall of the Cross when they bid together...
Of course, no one knows all this yet.
After confirming the identity of the other victim in the kidnapped photo, Feng Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and then shook the letter paper to discuss the next question: "How do we care about the sacred objects of Christianity?! Everyone is not professional, right?!"
"What sacred artifact?!" Fuxi walked in from outside, just in time for the discussion. And his hand also carried a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in a convenient bowl.
Feng Xiaoxiao glanced at it and suddenly had a headache. Since taking a walk with Fuxi for breakfast more than ten days ago, I occasionally boasted a few words about the preserved egg and lean meat porridge from a certain stall. Since then, Fuxi has to go out to buy a bowl every day. Come back to the latest chapter of the right color soaring.
You can't stare at anything to eat, once or twice, it's okay, every day after more than ten days. Something that was good for the taste just felt like death by the windy snack...
Sure enough, seeing Fuxi walked over and naturally put the porridge in front of her, Feng Xiaoxiao, who had just eaten the milk outside of the buns, stared and stopped talking.
Fuxi glanced at it, and the cold and solemn expression softened: "It's not hot."
"..." This is not the question...
Feng Xiaoxiao tried to resist, she couldn't eat porridge for breakfast in this life. It is conceivable that if this misconception is not corrected, even if I move to the north and south poles of the earth in the future, with Fuxi’s magical powers, I will definitely be able to bring her back bowls of porridge every day...I will do a good job of mental construction for myself, and Feng Xiaoxiao hesitates. He said: "...Actually, I have already eaten it."
Fuxi frowned slightly, first glanced at a drawer of steamed buns on the table. There was also an empty milk cup in front of Feng Xiaoxiao. Finally, his eyes swept over Yiyi who just took out a basket of fried dough sticks, and nodded: "...oh." Some lonely look brought back the porridge. Pulled back to his side.
Yang Yan was speechless. In Feng Xiaoxiao's speechlessness, Jiang Li was inexplicable, and Yiyi was inexplicable after the Cold War.
"Cough!" Feng Xiaoxiao coughed and pulled back to the subject: "Let's talk about Li Chang and Taishang Laojun first. The other party asked us to go abroad to trade this time. Maybe they think they are more advantageous at home? Now the known exchange condition is the sacred artifact, and the problem is that we are not sure what the sacred artifact they want. It's best to think of a way to communicate..."
"I can ask Dad to check their contact information." Jiang Li's eyes were bright and he raised his hand, hoping to contribute his own strength.

You don’t need to communicate, just create fake three sacred objects for them in accordance with Christian doctrine.
Yang Yan felt a little redundant:
No matter what their original goal is, the value of the three sacred objects in the eyes of Christians is everything. Not comparable. Even if they originally wanted something else, they would definitely change the exchange terms for the Three Holy Artifacts."
Jiang Li, who was rejected, sat back in his seat a little frustrated, and Feng Xiaoxiao patted the former dog's head to comfort him. Then he asked smoothly: "The question is, how can we have a sacred object?!"
"It's all fake..." Yang Yan was speechless, and simply took a piece of paper and pen to list them one by one: "You don't need to worry about the Holy Grail and the Cross. The status and original form of the two of the Three Holy Artifacts are not very sure. I don’t know whether the Temple of the Cross will accept the account, so we can just make the ark of the covenant, the Ten Commandments of God, and Aaron’s stick plus a pot of gold...Oh, what about manna?!"
"???"
Despising the illiterate Nuwa, Yang Yan explained authoritatively: "The legend is that when God ordered Moses to lead the ancient Israelites out of Egypt, he gave them food from heaven because they could not find food in the wilderness. Small round For nothing, it tastes crispy and sweet..."
"Wangzai small buns?!"
"……roll."
Fu Xi just frowned and didn't say anything. Feng Xiaoxiao laughed and joked without minding and posted it again: "Don't, let me talk about it in detail, what do these things look like?! How to pinch?!..."
"..."
So after the morning time passed, when Zhang San got up at noon, who was full of sleep and beauty sleep, what he saw was Fuxi sitting in the deserted living room and eating alone in the deserted living room. The TV next to it was still on, and it was like Feng Xiaoxiao's favorite soap opera that didn't need to use his mind. A woman was crying hoarsely on the TV screen.
"Ancestor, Ancestral God?!" Zhang San yawned and choked back in shock. He coughed a few times and made his face flushed. He managed to suppress it. After looking around for a while, he asked, "What about the others?! "They didn't take you out to play? !
"..." Fuxi's air pressure dropped a few degrees again: "...They went to make sacred artifacts and their husband broke: The evil president is not easy to mess with."
"Oh, hehe..." I don't understand, but I always feel that continuing to ask will make the ancestor feel even worse.
Zhang Sangan laughed a few times, scratching his hair, preparing to sneak in.
"Stop." Fuxi raised her head and shouted, with a calm voice before the storm and asked the stiff and petrified woman: "Your son is not too young, right."
"...Well, it seems that it's not small."
"Yin-yang reconciliation is the way for all things to grow, why hasn't he gotten married yet?!" Fuxi had a righteous and awe-inspiring expression on his face, as if this were a major issue affecting world peace and the harmony of the universe.
Zhang Sanhan, sweating profusely, Lushan Waterfall Khan: "No, I didn't meet a suitable one." Besides, my son now has another father, so I can't get in even if I want to intervene.
Fuxi's gaze turned silently to the TV. The woman on the screen was already screaming now, shouting "Let me die" while struggling desperately to hit the wall, and there were two men desperately nearby. Pulling her... If you really want to die, you just bite your tongue! Zhang San glanced at her and worried for her.
Fuxi turned his gaze back silently again: "...You can urge him." After speaking, he turned his gaze back again.
Urge? ! How to remind? !
Zhang San followed Fuxi's gaze and watched back to the TV for some reason. He was silent for a while, and suddenly took a breath of air-conditioning, and his eyes widened: "What does the ancestor mean?!" Isn't it what he thought? !
One cry, two troubles, three hangs... Her dignified Attendant Yunhua had never been so persuaded when she was chasing a man. If this was really done, what face would she have to mess with outside? !
But looking back, think about it again, if you really want to watch your son marry a woman casually in silence by a mortal father, you can't swallow this breath.
"...I will work hard." After gritting his teeth and expressing his determination, Zhang San turned his head and burst into tears after reaping Fuxi Ancestor God's satisfied expression of "I am very optimistic about you"-what is this called!
...
From the information collected on the Internet, there are imitation models of the Ark of the Covenant. The Bible also records the material, specifications and decorative structure of the Ark in detail. This can be imitated according to the standard. Just look back and add some aura, please Brother Ao used his hands and feet to put some electricity on the cabinet, and then put some clouds on the top, which is absolutely the same as the Bible record.
The pot of gold is also simple, no one has seen it anyway, just refer to the style of ancient Israeli utensils and pinch it. Feng Xiaoxiao has already decided, so he will put Wangzi steamed buns in it... You said this is not manna? ! Okay, then you find a real manna, come out and see me? !
The questioning party has the obligation to produce evidence. Anyway, I said yes. If you say no, then show evidence to deny it!
The most difficult thing is Aaron's cane~EbookFREE.me~ Legend has it that this thing will sprout, bloom and bear fruit. Theoretically speaking, Feng Xiaoxiao can indeed use clay to create everything in the world, but after all, there is no rich experience now. It is necessary to rationally design a walking stick that will blossom and fruit, and it must conform to the law... Obviously this is a bit difficult.
"I think it should be okay." Yang Yan thought for a while and said, "In fact, don't we have similar records in mythology?! Kuafu used the mahogany cane when he chased the sun, and then he threw the cane when he died. It also turned into a peach forest..."
"In fact, don't think about it as a cane, it should be a sapling that looks like a cane?!" Jiang Li raised his chin and offered his own opinion: "It's just a somewhat deformed sapling. By the way, it may have been well maintained. It takes a long time to sprout...This kind of small probability thing will leave deliberate marks if someone else sculpts it manually, but it's easy to pinch it.
"The problem is that people take it in their hands and they will bear fruit, and we have to plant it in the soil." Feng Xiaoxiao had a big head.
"In normal biology, this is impossible." Yang Yan clapped: "Let some aura and let it go slowly."
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