In Chaohui City, there are hundreds of temples of varying sizes.
But there is only one that can be called the Chaohui Temple.
That is the central temple located in the center of the Fourth City District, built on the mountain, known as the First Temple of Fengyu, and almost reaches the first level.
Every ten days, the outside of Chaohui Temple is open to the general public.
By then, when civilians in the third city enter the fourth city, as long as they show their believer registration card, they will not be charged any entry fee.
A large number of believers chose to take ten steps and kneel directly from the foot of the mountain, climb to the top of the mountain, and come to the statue of Lord of Swords located in the center of the square to worship and pray for peace. They also participated in the worship ceremony personally hosted by the leader of Chaohui Temple and received Holy water baptism, treatment of diseases, blessing status.
Today happens to be the temple's opening day.
Even though it was already in the afternoon, there was still an endless stream of believers kneeling on Biden Mountain.
In the central square of the temple, there was a dense crowd, all kneeling prostrately under the statue of the god.
In addition to participating in the worship ceremony, civilians are also allowed to visit around the temple. Except for a few core areas that cannot be entered without permission, most areas are free to visit, fighting is prohibited, and free light meals are provided.
The area on the right side of the temple is relatively steep.
The rocks are jagged and towering abruptly.
In the cold winter, the pines and cypresses are still in full bloom.
The best view of Zhaohui Temple Mountain is also here.
So there are more tourists.
The winding stone steps with guardrails are like jade dragons crawling in the mountains, dotted among the green waves, making the whole mountain full of aura and rhythm.
Under the afternoon sun, a tall old man, wearing a black robe representing the punished clergy, climbed up the stone steps little by little, carrying two iron-hooked barrels that were heavier than her body.
The barrel was covered with a lid, and it was unknown what was inside.
However, wisps of pungent stench floated out from the iron-framed wooden barrels from time to time, causing tourists passing by the old man to cover their mouths and noses, with disgust and disgust in their eyes.
"Ugh, it stinks."
"You stinking bastard, stay away."
"The old immortal has no eyes."
Some people were so angry that they couldn't help cursing at the old man.
The old man showed an apologetic look, his expression was calm, and he retreated slightly to the edge of the cliff. Unable to retreat any further, he turned sideways and gave way.
Her hair is gray, and the wrinkles on her face record the vicissitudes of time. There are thin beads of sweat on her forehead. There are also large sweat stains on the shoulders and back of the black criminal robe. Her wrists and ankles are clasped with only A-Fan. The barbed god-forbidden bracelet worn only by clergymen who had committed serious sins had blood stains hidden on it.
"You old man deserves to have to clean the toilet and pour out feces and urine every day."
"At such an old age, she was once still an archbishop.
But if you offend the gods, why don't you die? "
The people passing by cursed viciously when they saw the old man.
Many loyal believers have recognized that this old man is the once highly respected Archbishop Mochizuki.
But that was once.
Now she is a sinner in the temple.
He is a sinner who was personally reprimanded by the Lord of the Sword, Jun Mian.
The old man's face still looked calm, without the slightest hint of sullenness or shame.
Those eyes that seemed to see through everything in the world seemed cloudy, but in fact there were faint wisps of clear eyes emerging.
She looked at the passers-by who were cursing and looked at the faces that showed no concealment of hatred, as if looking at a group of lost lambs, she was full of pity.
Zhaohui Temple has always had such a tradition.
Those clergy who have made mistakes engage in strenuous physical activities to sharpen their physical bodies.
He also had to accept the scorn from the temple believers and sharpen his spirit.
This is how you can atone for your sins.
The old man rested for a while and was about to pick up the dung bucket and climb again.
At this time -
"I wonder why I haven't been able to find you, old guy, for a long time. It turns out you're hiding here and being lazy."
A sharp voice sounded.
On the steps above, a group of people slowly walked down.
The leader is a young priestess wearing a divine robe. She has a peach-shaped face, white skin, a black mole above the right corner of her mouth, and a charming look between her eyebrows, which is different from the holy and pure dress on her body. God's robe is incompatible.
Behind the priestess, there were five or six young men in luxurious clothes.
At a glance, you can tell whether you are rich or noble.
The leader is a man in his mid-twenties, with a slender figure, wearing white clothes, a jade belt around his waist, and cloud shoes. He has handsome eyebrows, a tall aquiline nose, and slender eyes. When he narrows his eyes slightly, It gives people a sense of horror that there are thousands of poisonous plots hidden inside, and he is not an easy person to get along with.
Seeing the priestess and the man, Archbishop Mochizuki's eyes flashed with a fleeting light.
She frowned slightly, didn't say anything, picked up the dung bucket, and was about to climb up.
"Wait a minute."
A sneer appeared on the priestess's face, and she flicked her finger.
A touch of divine power surged out.
Buzz buzz.
The Forbidden God Bracelet tightly clasped between Archbishop Mochizuki's wrists and ankles was activated, and the barbs vibrated.
Red blood flowed from the broken wound.
A trace of pain flashed in Archbishop Mochizuki's eyes, and he staggered.
She had to put down the dung bucket, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
The priestess smiled coldly and said: "How does the Forbidden God Bracelet taste
"
Archbishop Mochizuki remained silent.
The priestess continued: "I was appointed by His Highness the Headmaster to take charge of the sinners in the back mountain. Wangyue, you are slacking off at work, but you have a grudge against the master of the sword, Jun Mian?"
"No."
Archbishop Wangyue said: "It was just that I was soft-hearted that day, and I was unable to eradicate Hua Zilian, your lewd and evil obstacle to the temple. I really regret it."
Priestess Hua Zipity's expression changed, and then she sneered: "Really? It's a pity that you don't have a chance. In today's temple, you have lost any right to speak... Haha, look, Mr. Chen can appear in my presence again. I'm with you, and what can you do?"
The hook-nosed man next to him smiled when he heard this, put his hand on the buttocks of the priestess Hua Zilian, slapped her hard, and looked at Mochizuki provocatively.
"I didn't expect it, old pig dog. That day you blocked me from falling in love with self-pity. You told the big city and deprived me of my qualifications as a believer. As a result, I was expelled from my family and expelled from my sect. It almost made me unable to stand up, but now the master Master Jiao, but he pardoned all this. Now everyone knows that it was you, the old pig, who framed me. Hahaha. The old guy who expelled me at the beginning is now begging me to rejoin the Chen family. The person who expelled me was [Floating Cloud Sword], his whole family was killed, and he himself had his tongue cut off, his ears stabbed, his ears mutilated, and his limbs were broken...Old pig dog, did you ever think you would be where you are today?"
Archbishop Mochizuki sighed.
"evil creature."
There was a trace of compassion in her eyes: "I made a big mistake without regretting it, and became an accomplice without knowing how to turn back. What a pity! What a pity!"
"Haha, evildoer? Accomplice? Poor? Let you repay some interest first."
The young man sneered and raised the whip in his hand.
Snap, snap, snap.
Three whips.
He slapped the old man on the face and drew three blood stains.
The young man with an aquiline nose said sarcastically: "Wearing the Forbidden God Bracelet, you won't be able to exert even a trace of your divine power. Haha, even if I beat you to death here, no one will bother you. Do you believe it?" Do not believe?"
Archbishop Wangyue shook his head and said firmly: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end."
"Not anymore."
The priestess shook her head in self-pity: "There will no longer be such ridiculous things as 'evil will be rewarded with evil, and good will be rewarded with good'."
She seemed to have remembered something, with a trace of confusion on her face, which soon turned into a gloomy sneer.
"Good and evil in this world no longer matter. I know that you still think about your disciples and grandchildren to avenge you. Haha, God Qin Lian is a heinous sinner in the temple. She can't escape now and she doesn't dare to show up at all. , As for Ye Weiyang, let alone whether she can get out of this temple trial, even if she does, she won't survive for long... Wangyue, your power will soon be uprooted, wiped out, and cease to exist. You just Just give up on this idea."
The priestess sneered.
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First update.