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Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Discussion Between Three Fools At Ju Yang Temple At Night

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Sensing their gazes, Xie Lian smiled faintly before turning around. He asked, "Is this the first time you've seen the original cursed shackles?"

The cursed shackle, as the name suggests, is a fettered curse.

Heavenly officials who were sent down and banished from Heaven would receive a trace of sins on their bodies, something that could be considered an accumulation of Heaven's wrath. The imprint was in the form of a shackle, which blocked the spiritual power of a Heavenly Official, was something that could never be released or removed, he said, it is the same as stamping tattoos on their faces or tying their hands and feet with chains. It was a type of punishment that was also a type of warning, which made the person feel fear and shame.

As the laughingstock of the three realms and the only person who had been expelled from Heaven twice, Xie Lian naturally had such cursed shackles on her body. It was impossible for these two little martial gods not to hear that fact. However, there was still a difference between hearing someone say it as it passed, and seeing it directly with their own eyes. Thus, Xie Lian could understand why these two martial gods had such expressions on their faces.

He guessed that this cursed shackle might make them feel a little scared and uneasy. However, this is not a sign of a good thing.

Reasoning that he needed a new robe, Xie Lian originally wanted to sneak out and take a walk. However, it did not happen because Fu Yao rolled her eyes and said, "It would be really pervert if you go for a walk on the main street with your current appearance." In the end, it was Nan Feng who had casually picked up some clothes from the temple for Xie Lian, stopping her from continuing her 'obscene' plan. But after Xie Lian tidied up her clothes and sat back down, she felt that after that previous incident, the atmosphere had become a bit awkward.

Therefore, Xie Lian took out the scroll that Ling Wen Palace Hall had prepared for her before asking, "Do you guys want to see her one more time?"

Nan Feng raised his head to look at him before replying, "I've seen him. I think he's the one who should see it better."

Fu Yao retorted, "What do you mean I should look at it even better? The scroll did not even have any details— was completely useless. Is it worth reading to someone?"

When he heard how Fu Yao said the scroll was completely useless, Xie Lian could only feel a little pity for the literary gods of the Ling Wen Palace Hall. The gods wrote so many scrolls, that their faces even turned pale. Then, Xie Lian heard Fu Yao continue, "Ah, where were we? Oh yeah, the reason why Nan Yang has so many female devotees, isn't it?"

All right then. Xie Lian put away the scroll before rubbing the throbbing spot between her two eyes. In his mind, he knew that they would not be able to deduce anything for tonight.

If no decent work can be completed, then at least this situation can be cleared up.

It turned out that other than His Highness the Crown Prince who spent hundreds of years collecting trash in the human world, now all the other gods had known the reason. That Nan Yang ZhenJun, Feng Xin, had once been called Ju Yang (Excellent Masculinity) ZhenJun for several years. The man himself hates that name. Against what Feng Xin experienced, the other gods could only infer their feelings with two words: "What an injustice!"

Because, the original and correct way to spell his name is Ju Yang (In Overall Bright), but with a different Chinese character for 'Ju'. The reason his name was misinterpreted was due to a minor accident.

Years ago, a king wanted to renovate his temple. To show his sincerity, he personally wrote the sentence on the plaque for each temple. However, when he wrote the engraving on the plaque for the Ju Yang Palace Hall, he somehow misspelled the first word.

Back then, the official in charge of the temple renovation affairs actually felt very uneasy. He can't understand it. In the end, did His Majesty deliberately change his name? Or was he not careful and made a mistake? If it was intentional, why didn't he make a decision and declare that he wanted to change his name to that name? But if it wasn't intentional, how could he make such a low-level mistake? Unlike him he could go forward and say, "Your Majesty, you are wrong". Who knew if His Majesty would think that he was mocking his recklessness? In fact, perhaps His Majesty also thought he had stated indirectly that his knowledge was really superficial and his heart was insincere! Moreover, the writing was made with precious ink belonging to His Majesty. Will it be in vain?

The most difficult thing to guess in this world is the intent of the King. The office is dealing with inner conflict. However, after thinking things through, he decided that it was better to make Ju Yang ZhenJun a little sad than to make His Majesty feel blamed.

It must be admitted that the official had made the right decision. When His Majesty found out that Ju Yang (In Overall Bright) had turned into Ju Yang (Outstanding Masculinity), he said nothing. Instead, he invited a group of scholars, before vigorously flipping through the ancient books. After finding countless small details to justify the reason for the change, they wrote many articles, do your best to prove that the original spelling was Ju Yang (Outstanding Masculinity) and that Ju Yang (Overall Bright) was the wrong way to write. In short, in just one night after that event, the Ju Yang temple (In Overall Bright) throughout the country was transformed into the Ju Yang temple (Outstanding Masculinity).

Feng Xin who had suddenly obtained a Divine title change was unaware of the matter until ten years had passed. He had never looked carefully at the inscription on his own temple plaque before. One day, he suddenly felt very gloomy. Why did so many women come to his temple to worship him? Moreover, why were each of them so timid, when they prayed with completely red faces? What things do they ask for when they light incense?

After he found out what had happened, Feng Xin rushed to the top of the horizon, facing the scorching sun and the vast sky, before she cursed and gave an expletive vow.

No wonder, he shocked all the Heavenly Officials there.

After he finished cursing, there was nothing he could do. If they wanted to worship him, then he could only let them worship. Not like he could make the lives of his female devotees difficult. Therefore, he strengthened himself before listening to their prayers for many years. This continued until an honorable king felt that the title Ju Yang (Masculinity Extraordinary) was just a scandal, and thus, he turned it into Nan Yang.

However, people did not forget that apart from being a martial god, Nan Yang was also a god that could provide blessings and protection. So, everyone secretly understood in order to never again use those two words to mention Nan Yang. At the same time, the other gods also knew how to judge Nan Yang ZhenJun. It only takes two words: he's good!

As long as you don't make him curse people, everything's fine!

On one side, Nan Feng's face had completely blackened, until it could be compared to an old pitcher. Whereas on the other hand, Fu Yao was still so overjoyed as she spoke in a civilized manner, "Friends of women, who were most effective when praying for a son. The famous secret driver of men, Nan Yang, the sender of children. Ah ha ha, ah ha ha, ah ha ha ha ha......"

Xie Lian generously suppressed her desire to smile, as a tribute to the Divine statue of Nan Yang in front of them. Suddenly, Nan Feng spoke in an angry tone, "Stop being so weird here. If you feel too idle, don't worry, you can sweep the floor."

As he said that sentence, Fu Yao's face also turned black like a jug. If it was said that the thing that Nan Yang Palace Hall could not bear to hear the most was their previous title, then the thing that Xuan Zhen Palace Hall could not bear to hear the most was to sweep the floor, sweeping the floor, or something like that. Because, when Mu Qing was doing odd jobs at the Huang Ji Temple, what he was doing all day was delivering tea to His Highness Crown Prince Xie Lian, giving him water, he said, sweep the floor or make your bed. One day, Xie Lian saw how she recited the cultivation chant while sweeping the floor and became deeply moved by how Mu Qing had struggled and struggled against the difficulty to learn. That was what made him ask the Chief Priestess for help, to accept Mu Qing as his disciple.

This problem... how to say it? It is something that can be considered important, or it can also be considered unimportant. It could be embarrassing for the person in question, or it might not matter to him. However, to that person, they clearly believed that this matter was the most embarrassing thing he had ever experienced in his entire life. That was because, neither Mu Qing nor all the martial gods from his Palace Hall would be at odds with anyone who would dare to bring up the matter. Sure enough, Fu Yao paused for a moment before she looked at the extremely innocent-looking Xie Lian, who was waving her hand and standing over. Fu Yao smiled sinisterly before saying, "Saying something like that, ignorant people will think that you martial gods from the Nan Yang Palace Hall are helping His Highness the Crown Prince."

Nan Feng also smiled sinisterly. "Your general is indeed someone who will kick a benefactor who has helped him, what else can you say?"

"Uh..." Xie Lian had just wanted to interfere in their argument, when Fu Yao started talking with a small laugh, "Ah ha ha, your General is just a jug that calls a kettle black. What qualifications do you have to say that sentence?"

Of course, no one noticed it. Besides, they actually started fighting. Xie Lian did not know who attacked who first; but clearly, the table where the offerings at the temple were split into two pieces. The fruit bowl fell, and the fruits rolled on the floor. Seeing that, Xie Lian thought that it might be impossible to hold them back from fighting. So, he sat down in the corner of the temple before sighing, "Ah, how unlucky". He took the small steamed bun that had rolled to his side. Then, rub and peel the skin before getting ready to eat it.

However, when Nan Feng saw that from the corner of his eyes, he immediately slapped his palm to throw away the bread. "Don't eat it!"

Fu Yao also stopped, before she spoke in surprise and contempt, "The bread has even fallen to the ashes. You're still gonna eat it?"

Xie Lian took the opportunity to wave her hand again. He said, "Stop, stop, stop. There's something I want to say."

After separating the two martial gods, Xie Lian began in a friendly manner, "First, the Crown Prince you guys are referring to is precisely me. This prince didn't even say anything, so don't use me as your weapon to attack each other." He paused for a moment before adding. "I believe that your two Generals would never do anything like this. With those of you who don't have this kind of courtesy, how will their self-esteem survive?"

As he said that sentence, the expressions of the two martial gods turned somewhat strange. Xie Lian continued and said, "Second, you guys are here to help me, right? Then should you listen to me, or should I listen to you?"

After a while, the two of them finally said, "We should have listened to you."

Even though they said that, their faces seemed as if they were saying, 'in a dream, we will listen to you'. However, Xie Lian was already very satisfied with their answer. Therefore, he clapped his hands and said, "Alright. Lastly, the third and most important point—if you guys want to throw something away, then please, just throw me out. Never throw away food."

Meanwhile, Nan Feng finally snatched the steamed bun that Xie Lian had already picked up again in his grasp—roti that Xie Lian planned to eat later when the opportunity arose. At the end of his patience, Nan Feng shouted, "If it has fallen to the ground, don't eat it anymore!"

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The next day, at a small Chance Encounter store.

The tea presenter once again sat at the door, crossing his legs while relaxing. From afar, he saw three figures slowly approaching. Cultivators dressed in simple white clothes and carrying bamboo hats walked in front, while two tall teenagers dressed in black clothes followed behind him.

The cultivator lazily came over with his hands crossed before he spoke lazily as well, looking even more lazy than the tea presenter himself. The cultivator said, "Master, sorry for the inconvenience, but may I ask for three cups of tea?"

The tea presenter replied with a smile, "Sure!"

However, in his heart, the tea presenter thought: these three foolish older brothers came here again! Too bad. Each of them looked more honorable than the others, but each of their brains was even more insane! Always talking about this god or that god, this ghost or that heaven. These people are all mentally ill. No matter how dignified they looked, what good would it be if they were not this sane?

Once again, Xie Lian took the table beside the window. After they all sat down, Nan Feng spoke, "Why do you want to come to this place to talk about this matter? Can you be sure no one is going to listen to us?"

Xie Lian replied in a warm tone, "No problem. Even if someone were to listen to our conversation, they would do nothing. They'll just assume that we're mentally ill."

"..."

Xie Lian continued, "To prevent the three of us from wasting time like before, let's get straight to the point. After calming down, have you thought of a plan?"

Fu Yao's eyes lit up as she replied in a cold tone, "We just kill it!"

Nan Feng snorted. "Omong empty!"

Xie Lian said, "Nan Feng, you don't need to be that rude. Fu Yao did not say wrong. The most important step in solving this problem was to kill him. The problem is, where do we kill him? Who should we kill? How do we kill him? I suggest..."

At that moment, the sound of drums and hubbub floated once again from the streets. The three of them looked out the window.

And again, it was a bunch of relatives who were delivering the bride. In the procession, both people and horses rang musical instruments as they shouted. Even the screams sounded roaring, as if afraid that others could not hear them. Looking at that scene, Nan Feng frowned before asking, "Not, is it, it is said that the locals who live around the area of Mount Yu Jun never dared to make a fuss or hold a massive event during their wedding?"

The people who were joined in the motorcade were tanned-skinned men and looked strong. Their expressions and muscles all tensed up as their foreheads let out cold sweat. It was as if the thing they were carrying was not a big joyful wedding palanquin, but rather a guillotine (a head-cutting device) that would take their lives and cut off their heads, forcing them to die at any time. Xie Lian wondered what kind of person was sitting inside that wedding stretcher.

Pondering for a moment, Xie Lian was about to go out to make sure when a cold gust of wind blew. The curtain on one side of the stretcher moves following the airflow and flutters upwards.

The person behind the curtain had a very strange posture as he lay on his side in a stretcher. His head was bent, and what was revealed behind his veil was a deep red mouth. However, the smile on the corner of his lips seemed too excessive. The stretcher shook and the hood slid down, revealing a pair of round eyes. Eyes that stared intently at them.

She clearly looked like a woman who had broken her neck and was currently laughing at them without a sound.

Xie Lian did not know if it was because the hand of the person carrying the stretcher was shaking too tightly, or because the stretcher was not stable enough. The woman's head also swayed following the shaken palanquin. Keep swaying and swaying..until BUK! A head fell and rolled into the street.

And the headless body fell down. With such a loud bang, his entire body fell out from the door of the stretcher.

Seriate...