Ten minutes ago, on the outskirts of Sioux City, Wendi Temple.
With Jingdu Lake as the center, the mighty and majestic ancient bells shook with a bang, spreading to the entire Sioux City. This inaudible bell to mortals passed through the barriers of geographical space, and shook the temples in the boundary of Su City, causing a little bit of wonderful fluctuations. However, the fluctuations in most temples are only momentary, and then calm is restored.
Only the Wendi Temple in the suburbs.
After the calm and distant sound of the bell reached the Wendi Temple, only the reverberation of the bell and drum was heard, buzzing.
In the empty Wendi Temple, the candle offerings on the sacrificial platform and the long yellow curtains hanging high on the beams all trembled subtly with small arcs that could not be detected by the naked eye.
It was dark and late at night, time passed by, and the empty and desolate Wendi Temple was no longer popular. Even on the road outside the temple, there was not a single trace of vehicles.
No one knew that the Temple of Emperor Wendi was shaking, and no one could hear the bell that reverberated in the temple.
The voice kept ringing, and it kept ringing.
Suddenly, on the side of the road several hundred meters outside the temple, a short-haired girl with a big bag and wiping her tears raised her head blankly and looked at the small temple shrouded in darkness in the distance.
Just half an hour ago, Xiao Liu received a call from his terminally ill mother from his hometown. The pressure of life and the ups and downs of fate made all her strengths shattered. She squatted on the side of this desolate and uninhabited road and cried, feeling as if she had no strength to live.
She didn't know what propped her up again, and then decided to wait numbly for a new day to come.
The world is never fair.
Xiao Liu was born in a remote mountainous village. Her father died of illness at an early age, and her mother was diagnosed with cancer when she was in junior high school. The relatives couldn't even take care of themselves, how could they help their orphans and widows, and the burden of the family suddenly fell on the thin shoulders of the fifteen-year-old girl.
Some people have seen planes since they were born, and talked with their classmates and teachers fluently in English; some people came to the big city in their 20s with a servant's wind and frost, and only realized that not everyone has ever ridden an ox cart and cooked. Mr. Rice is on fire.
However, she was not discouraged.
At least she got out of the mountain, where her mother lived her whole life. When she walked out, she saw the world behind the mountain. She had this opportunity to earn money for her mother to treat her illness. Maybe one day she could take her mother out of the mountain and see this new world that was incompatible with them.
But why is life always so difficult
My mother's illness is getting worse day by day. If I want to really live, I have to save a lot of money and have surgery. Is she really in time, will she be in time for that day
The weeds are blown by the cold night wind. It is the most tenacious plant, but now it is still crawling on the ground one by one, being blown down by this fierce cold wind.
Xiao Liu lowered his head and looked at the broken weed on the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, she wiped away the cold tears on her face and stood up.
"Walk three kilometers to the bus station, sit at the terminal and walk two kilometers to get home..."
The short-haired little girl muttered in her mouth, and suddenly, a deep sigh came from her ear, and she turned around abruptly.
Then, I saw the temple.
In the dark night, the small Wendi Temple was shrouded in darkness. A dark cloud drifted from afar, obscuring the bright moonlight.
The light fades away, and the darkness comes.
In the desolate and empty suburbs, a simple, short-haired girl with tears on her face stared blankly at the small temple.
After a long time, she raised her feet and walked towards Wendi Temple.
…
Emperor Wensong
Lian Xi thought about the name carefully in his heart, he always felt a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
As everyone rushed to the east, Judge Cui introduced: "There are 180,000 gods in the court of God, most of them are heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, inconspicuous little people. Just like our underworld, the ghosts and gods with names and surnames are only those ones. , many inconspicuous little servants, if you count them in, there are tens of thousands of ghosts and gods in the underworld. Among the 108,000 gods in the divine court, thirty-six emperors are naturally famous, but Wensong emperor is not famous. ."
He looked at the minister: "Sir, my subordinates only crossed the two realms, and when they came to the boundary of Sucheng, they happened to land around the Temple of Emperor Wen."
subordinate
Everyone only thought that he was directly acting as a role and became an exclusive thug, and did not think in other directions.
Hearing Judge Cui's words, he stared for a while, and he suddenly remembered: "The Temple of Emperor Wen? Emperor Wen Song?"
The minister turned his head to look at Lian Xi: "You know?"
Lian Xi frowned and nodded lightly: "Do you remember, you told me during the day that Xiao Liu's life gate was wrapped in incense, and then I went to ask Xiao Liu if she worshipped Buddha in any temple. At that time, it was this Wendi Temple that she recommended to me." The voice fell, and for some reason, Lian Xi felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and he asked Judge Cui: "What kind of character is this Emperor Wensong?"
Judge Cui is a prominent figure in the underworld, and even Yama of the Ten Halls dares not neglect his existence. When Lian Xi spoke to him so casually, he frowned unhappily for the first time, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the bronze bell on Lian Xi's wrist.
Almost forgot, I'm afraid this is also a big man!
That's right, the one who can get together with the Lord of the Underworld can be a small character
But since it's not the immediate boss, then it's fine to respect, there's no need to lick it. He is a dignified judge Cui, and he still has his own backbone. So, Judge Cui was seen with a bookish attitude that was neither humble nor arrogant, and said calmly: "If you report back to your lord, Emperor Wensong is a very normal god."
Watchman and Jiang Gui on the side: "..."
Bah, you licking dog!
Judge Cui ignored his subordinate's contempt for him, his realm was not enough to see the black and white impermanence of Jiangnan Road, he continued: "Subordinates don't know much about Emperor Wensong, except for his amazing performance when the court was destroyed, other things, There is no more news. But if his subordinates remember well, he is the god in charge of books in the world."
Caochen: "That's it?"
Judge Cui hurriedly bowed: "This subordinate really only remembers so much."
The bad premonition in Lian Xi's heart became stronger and stronger. He resisted the discomfort and nausea caused by the teleportation of ghosts and gods, and asked with an ugly face: "Is the Wendi Temple near here?"
Judge Cui looked around for a moment: "It's almost there, pass through this grove, you can see..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Judge Cui opened his eyes wide and stared at the scene in the distance in horror.
At the same time, even Xi, Jichen and others raised their heads and saw the stunning and magnificent scene.
I saw that under the dark and rich night, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, the mountains were continuous, and the shadows of the mountains and stones surrounded a small and inconspicuous temple. The mountain is not high, but the sky is big, the sky is covered on top of the earth, and the desolate and dilapidated temple exudes a majestic power.
Yes, in such a ghostly scene, the temple actually exudes a sense of righteousness!
The moon and mountains are colorless, and the earth is dark.
The majestic and quiet world and uprightness drifted out from the small temple. The righteousness is manifested, and it turns into a gorgeous colorful color.
So the sky above the whole small temple was shrouded in auspicious clouds, and the fairy spirit was fluttering.
Lian Xi has read many fantasy novels and heard many stories of immortals ascending ascension. He never really thought about what it would be like if there were really gods, but at this moment, he was deeply shocked by the magnificent and beautiful picture in front of him, his mind was shaken, and an inexplicable thought flashed in his mind—
If there is a god, it must be like this!
Lian Xi was stunned by this bizarre and beautiful picture, until a cold hand touched his wrist. Lian Xi suddenly sobered up and looked at the man beside him.
The colorful lights and shadows of Wendi Temple were reflected in the dark eyes of the minister. He looked at Lian Xi steadily, and his voice was calm: "Listen."
listen? Even Xi was stunned.
The Ombudsman: "Listen carefully."
Lian Xi came back to his senses, he held his breath and listened intently for a moment. The next second, he said in surprise: "The bell?"
A word awakened the dreamer, and soon, Judge Cui, Jiang Gui and the watchman also heard the faint but distant sound of the bell.
The watchman rolled his eyes and said anxiously, "Sir, this sound seems to be the bell you rang on the lake before?"
How could Lian Xi not hear it, this was indeed the bell he rang before.
But what's the matter
The minister took a step forward, his eyes narrowed, and a brilliant golden color was reflected in the depths of his pupils. Immediately, he turned his hand to take out the white jade seal and pointed it out.
"The Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu"
The white jade seal was slammed down, and six strangely shaped golden seal characters appeared in the air.
The courtier: "Go!"
The voice fell, and the six golden characters quickly flew towards the glittering Wendi Temple. When these six characters flew to the surrounding of the temple, the wafts of five-colored righteousness suddenly stopped, and then they aimed outwards together, as if trying to block the six golden characters.
However, the golden characters slowly grew larger, and soon turned into six mountains, directly suppressing the righteousness of these colors.
Seeing that the five-color righteousness was overwhelmed, it fell into a disadvantage. At this moment, there was an elegant and peaceful sigh in the temple.
"Since the gods are here, please come in."
"boom-"
The door of the small temple suddenly opened. The temple door opened wide, as if inviting you to enter the urn!
But none of the five people outside the temple stepped forward.
If it was said that in the middle of the night, seeing the Wendi Temple surrounded by colorful rays of light, everyone was shocked; then when they heard that elegant and pleasant male voice, everyone was completely shocked.
Naomi and Lian Xi, of course, didn't know what the sound was.
Jiang Gui and the watchman are not yet senior enough to recognize who this is.
Only Judge Cui was struck by lightning. He looked shocked and said in shock, "You, you... Are you Emperor Wensong?!"
The voice fell, and there was a dead silence inside and outside the temple.
Emperor Wensong? !
After being shocked, Jiang Gui was the first to shake his head, and he asked incredulously: "Judge Cui, how is this possible? As we all know, the divine court was destroyed six hundred years ago, and all the gods, even the god emperor who was high above, died. Trapped in reincarnation! How could a mere Emperor Wensong still be alive?"
Judge Cui: "But it is indeed the voice of Emperor Wensong. If you don't believe me, look at that!"
Everyone looked in the direction of Judge Cui's fingers.
The Wendi Temple is small and dilapidated, with only two rooms in the front and rear. A main temple for people to worship, and a back room for piling sundries.
The temple door was wide open, and everyone saw the statue standing high above the temple at a glance.
It was a handsome and elegant young scholar whose statue was damaged and worn out after a hundred years of invasion. There is a missing piece on the elbow of the arm, the emperor's crown is full of potholes and small holes, and even the scroll in his hand is full of cracks. But somehow, everyone saw the statue and thought he was lifelike!
It seems that it is not a statue, but a living god.
He became more and more real, more and more vivid. Countless multi-colored aura of righteousness overflowed from the statue, and with the transpiration of these righteousness, every minute and second, you could clearly observe the more real aura on his body.
At this moment, Lian Xi, Gu Chen, Judge Cui, Jiang Gui, and the watchman.
There is a realization in everyone's heart-
It only takes an hour, no, at most half an hour, and he can really get rid of the clay sculpture and come back to life!
However, Lian Xi lowered his head and looked at the thin figure kneeling on the futon in front of the shrine.
Lian Xi opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "Liu?!"
The person who knelt down and prayed on the futon in the Wendi Temple was the real estate agent Xiao Liu, who even Xi and Caochen knew!
A trace of colorful righteousness entwined the statue of Emperor Wensong, and at the same time, it also lingered on Xiao Liu. Lian Xi's eyes gradually sank, and he shouted Xiao Liu's name again loudly, but Xiao Liu still did not respond. She just knelt quietly in front of the futon, with her hands folded, her head on the ground, and she prayed sincerely.
"How is this going?"
When Judge Cui heard this, he looked at Lian Xi. He actually recognized Xiao Liu as the short-haired girl he had met twice before, but the sight in front of him also surprised Judge Cui. He had never heard of a god who died and could come back to life. This is unreasonable. Emperor Wen Song fell into Wangchuan and was thrown into reincarnation. How could he be resurrected
Judge Cui pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, my lord, this subordinate has seen this girl's fate before. She had a rough life in the past, and the main star was disturbed by the evil spirit. But according to her fate, she should be able to be extremely peaceful soon. In this way, Let your subordinates look through the book of life and death, and check the life of this girl in the past decades!"
Without further ado, Judge Cui immediately took out the birth and death book.
The scholar-judge's eyes condensed, he snorted lowly, his fingers glowed with black luster, and then opened the book of life and death.
The book of life and death was opened, but there was not a single word on the thin pages. I saw Judge Cui gently caressing the blank page with his black-lighted fingers. Gradually, black words appeared one by one, and Judge Cui watched intently, with a grim expression: "This girl is really a rare hardship! According to the book of life and death, she was born in poverty, her father died of illness in her early years, and her mother was terminally ill.
"God is not favored, and living beings are not happy.
"She has troubles in her life, and eight out of ten things she does are not easy.
"If it's just that, it's fine. Once she gets married, she will have three children, and each child will die in childbirth at the last minute. And her final cause of death should be twenty-nine years old, that is, seven years later, she was seriously ill and was killed by … what?"
Judge Cui suddenly stopped his voice, and the watchman asked strangely, "Why didn't you say anything?"
The watchman was an illiterate watchman during his lifetime, unable to recognize the words on the book of life and death. But even Xi, Caochen and Jiang Gui were literate, and they looked at the written records in the book of life and death with different expressions. Lian Xi pursed his lips. He raised his head and looked at Judge Cui: "Why isn't the cause of her death recorded? Is there still such a situation in the life and death book?"
Judge Cui also had a complicated expression: "My subordinates have been in charge of the book of life and death for thousands of years, and I have never heard of such a situation! It shouldn't be, how could this happen?"
The Ombudsman: "What's her name?"
As soon as these words landed, Lian Xi was slightly stunned.
For a long time, Lian Xi remembered the scene of the first meeting from the depths of his memory. On a hot midsummer afternoon, a young and immature girl with short hair was carrying a heavy bag and could not care to wipe the sweat on her forehead. She handed herself mineral water and introduced herself enthusiastically...
"Hello Mr. Lian, my name is Liu Songwen, you can just call me Xiao Liu." Lian Xi muttered to himself. Then, he raised his head to look at the minister, and his face gradually sank.
"Her name is Liu Songwen."
The author has something to say:
Many people say that cc is this emperor
Just kidding, can I be so easily guessed by you? (doge)