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Volume 1 Visitors from the Valley of the Wind Chapter 20 Demolition of the Temple

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    In the Qingzhu Village Fenggu Laike Temple and the Heshibi Small World Library, Shang Qingyi put down his writing and carefully organized the copied materials, then left the library and returned to the statue.  "Gods are a profession that requires enduring loneliness, especially those who stay in the statues all day long." Shang Qing sighed helplessly: "People who are controlled by the statues have no freedom. Alas, their hearts are tired and their bodies are tired."  "There is no place to be free. Only by abandoning the world and forgetting thoughts can you see the green mountains with broad eyes."  Hearing this, Xiao Wanrong raised her head and said, "Young Master is an immortal, why do you say such things?" Shang Qingyi now lies without having to think through his brain. He just opens his mouth and lies: "Immortals are different from gods. Immortals are free.  A fairy who is accustomed to being carefree in the fairy world will inevitably not adapt to the life of a god."  Xiao Wanrong nodded with deep feeling, as if the noble Queen Xiao was now living the life of a maid.  At this moment, Cheng Chumo walked in, holding a long box in his hand, and said to the Immortal: "The Immortal, this is a painting painted by the Empress herself. I would like to ask the Immortal to consecrate it and give it a spiritual gift."  "Oh~, it was painted by that little girl herself." Shang Qingyi's mind first had the eldest grandson Wugu in the dream, and then turned into a man in his twenties. He always felt that there was something different in his heart.  Xiao Wanrong stepped forward to open the box and opened the painting. Shang Qingyi's image immediately jumped out on the paper. His appearance was eighty-nine percent similar, and his charm was sixty-seven percent. Xiao Wanrong nodded secretly. This eldest grandson Wugou did have some talents.  Shang Qingyi doesn¡¯t understand Chinese painting, but he can still feel that this painting is good, but he doesn¡¯t understand how to consecrate and bestow spirits. What should he do?  After thinking about it, Shang Qingyi planned to imprint his own mind on the statue according to his own method of leaving a trace of his mind on the statue; however, the paper quality of this painting was not good, and it needed to be blessed with incense.  With a thought in Shang Qingyi's mind, the scroll left Xiao Wanrong's hands and floated in front of the statue; then a stream of incense shot out from the center of his eyebrows and instantly merged into the painting. At the same time, a piece of his mind also melted into the painting. The originally charming painting became even more vivid at this time.  Smart; after doing all this, the scroll gently fell into the long box.  Cheng Chumo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, covered the box again, bowed three times again and walked out of the temple with the box in his arms.  Shang Qingyi nodded secretly: After this period of cold treatment, Cheng Chumo has behaved a lot, and he can hand over the information to him tonight.  Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Pei brought the long box to Changsun Wugou's palace. As soon as he saw the box, Changsun Wugou moved the palace maids away, leaving only the personal palace maid Xiaozhi.  Pei: "Queen, this is your painting."  Seeing Xiaozhi take it, Changsun Wugao smiled and said, "This is really troublesome for you."  "Your Majesty, I have really broken my body. These are all things I should do." Although Mrs. Pei did not look at the paintings in the scroll, she still guessed a few things and secretly decided to buy a painting when she returned and keep it as a town house.  Stay safe.  Just when Changsun Wugou was about to speak, a palace maid came in and reported: "Your Majesty, the Emperor is about to arrive."  Mrs. Pei suddenly said: "Queen, there are still some things in the house, so I will leave first."  Changsun Wugou nodded and told Xiaozhi beside him: "Xiaozhi, send off your wife on behalf of me."  "Yes", Xiaozhi came to Pei and bowed: "Madam, please".  As soon as Pei was sent away, Li Shimin walked in. Changsun Wugou greeted him and said, "The emperor's political affairs have been dealt with."  Li Shimin frowned. Changsun Wugou used to call him Er Ge or Er Lang in private. Why are they so different today? But he didn't think much about it and said: "The political affairs are almost settled, come and sit down."  As soon as Li Shimin finished speaking, he asked, "Why is Cheng Yaojin's wife here?" "My concubine painted a painting and asked General Cheng to send it to Qingzhu Village for consecration and consecration. Mrs. Cheng just sent the painting.  " Changsun Wugou said as he took out the scroll from the long box and handed it to Li Shimin.  Watching Li Shimin open the scroll, Changsun Wugou continued: "The worship in the palace is also a sign of our gratitude to the gods. If we ask for anything in the future, it will be much more convenient. Besides, the concubines and princesses in the palace have some physical bodies."  It¡¯s not very good, come here and pay your respects, maybe everything will be fine.¡±  "If Guanyin is interested, she can enshrine the strokes in another room. However, there are many people in the palace, so just pay more attention."  Li Shimin was very satisfied. The first point that Changsun Wugou said really spoke to his heart. As an emperor, he has everything, but his life span is very short. Now that there is a god, it is inevitable to ask for it; the second point  It shows the kindness and generosity of the eldest grandson Wugou. She got the benefits of incense from the guests in Fenggu, and now she is thinking about them. How can she not satisfy Li Shimin.  "My concubine will make arrangements," Changsun Wugu's face was full of joy.??Laugh.  Xiao Mansion, Xiao Yu's residence, in the study, Xiao Yu is listening to the report of the servant.  "Master, I saw a carriage in the city. The driver was from General Cheng's mansion. I followed quietly. The carriage arrived at a village in Lantian County called Qingzhu Village. There is a god in Qingzhu Village.  Temple, that carriage is going to that temple."  "Temple in Qingzhu Village, Lantian County." Xiao Yu frowned and asked, "Do you know what kind of temple it is?" "After the carriage left, I wanted to get closer and have a look, but I was stopped by someone.  The young man inquired about it from the villagers of Qingzhu Village and found out that the temple with the statue of the god is called the Visitor from the Wind Valley, but he didn¡¯t know what kind of god it was.¡±  "Sir," Xiao Yu shouted to the boy, "Go to Lantian County and ask the magistrate of Lantian County to demolish the temple."  "This", the boy hesitated for a moment, but under Xiao Yu's stern eyes, he never told Cheng Chumo that he was a temple blessing in that temple. Cheng Yaojin's eldest son was a temple blessing in the temple. Who would believe it?  ah.  Watching the boy leave, Xiao Yu fell into deep thought: Could the blank edict have something to do with the temple?  Regardless of whether it is true or not, the obscene temple must be demolished. Even if the imperial edict is related to the temple, but the matter has not been announced, I pretend not to know about it and just demolish it. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:????????? The control of sacrifices in ancient times was very strict.  In the queen's bedroom, there was a portrait hanging on the wall, and an incense table was placed in front of the portrait. In front of the incense table, Changsun Wugu bowed while holding incense, and then looked at the person in the portrait with a smile on his face, as if he remembered that incident.  In that night's dream, there was a trace of blush on his face.  Behind Changsun Wugou, the personal palace maid looked at the man in the portrait curiously: I didn¡¯t expect this to be a portrait of a deity. No wonder the empress would paint it herself, but why is this deity so young?  The magistrate of Lantian County received the order conveyed by Xiao Yu, and regardless of the darkening sky, he personally led ten people towards Qingzhu Village.  Beside the Qingzhu River Bridge in Qingzhu Village, Magistrate Lantian looked at the three large houses that were about to be completed and frowned: When the Changsun family bought a hundred acres of land in Qingzhu Village, they didn't dare to ask more questions before. But now it seems,  But a separate courtyard is built here, but why build a separate courtyard here?  Is it because of the temple or a coincidence?  'Although Xiao Yu is the prime minister, Changsun Wuji is the uncle of the state, and he is also the confidant of the current emperor. These two people are not something that I, a small county magistrate, can afford to provoke. If I am not afraid of ten thousand, I am afraid of the worst. If this god  The temple is really related to the Changsun family. I'd better stay out of this matter as much as possible." With the plan in mind, the county magistrate told his subordinates: "I will go back first and leave this matter to you. But you can wait until  If it gets dark quietly, the temple will be demolished without anyone noticing."  Although these police officers were low-ranking government officials, no one was a fool, especially when the county magistrate escaped from the battlefield, which made them feel that this matter was not simple.  One of the older government officials said cautiously: "Sir, there are still some ruffians in Lantian County, so why not".  Before he finished speaking, the Lantian County Magistrate already understood what he meant. It was just to use the help of those ruffians and let them quietly demolish the temple. Even if things went wrong afterwards, they could use those ruffians as scapegoats.  "This matter will be left to you. As for how you complete it, this county will not care."  Hearing this, everyone knew that the county magistrate agreed with their wishes, and immediately thanked them: "Thank you, sir."  PS: Fenggu is sorry for not updating yesterday. Fenggu will pull up the Internet connection as soon as possible, and will update even if it is too late. In addition, thank you Anan, Xiaoxiang, Feixiang, 2014, and Night for the reward!  ¡­
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