Heaven Official’s Blessing Chapter 5:

Sanhuobao Night Talk about Juyang

Temple
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I noticed their gaze, thanked me with a slight smile, turned and said: "The first time
I saw the real curse?"

Cursing, as the name implies, the shackles formed by the curse.

The priest who was left behind by the heavens will be condemned as a sin seal,
imposed on his body, formed a bondage, banned the power of God, and taught
him to never get rid of it. It is like a tattoo on a person's face or a lock on a hand or
a foot. It is a punishment and a warning. It is terrifying and shameful.

As a three-story laughing stock that has been beaten twice, Xie Pity naturally has
such a curse. These two small military officers could not have heard of it, but they
have heard and witnessed it, and there is still a big gap. Therefore, they show such
expressions, and thanking them is not incomprehensible.

He guessed that this thing might make the two small military officers feel jealous
and uncomfortable. After all, it is not a good thing.

I wanted to find a piece of clothing to wear outside to take a lap, but was shaken by
a white eye and added a sentence, "You look like this to the street, it can be said
that it is very sloppy." Blocked back, or the south wind to the temple The clothes
that the temple wished were thrown at him, so that it is no longer necessary to
continue to flow. However, after sitting down again, I always felt that after a while,
the atmosphere became a bit embarrassing, so thank you for taking out the scroll
from the Lingwen Hall and saying, "Would you like to see it again?"

The south wind raised his eyelids and looked at him. He said, "I have seen it. I think
he needs to take a good look."

He yelled: "What makes me need to take a good look. The scroll is not well written.
It is worthless. It is worth seeing."

Hearing that he said that the reel is worthless, thanking the pity, he couldn’t help
but feel a little bit of distressed Lingwendian who wrote the scrolls and wrote the
little civil servants. Hearing and supporting the road: "Ah, where did you say it?
Nanyang Temple - why Nanyang believes in women, is it?"
All right. Thanks to the reel, I took a look at the scroll, and I knew it: I can’t see it
tonight!

If you can't see the right thing, then let's see what's going on. It turns out that in
addition to the princes of the Prince who have been ruined in the world for
hundreds of years, the gods of the heavens are well known. The Nanyang Zhenjun
Fengxin has been called "Gian|Yang Zhenjun" for some time. He himself is referring
to this, and it is really abhorrent. And everyone's experience of him, there is only
one word of thought: "Hey!"

Because the original correct way of writing is "all positive." The reason why it is
misrepresented is because of such a thing.

Many years ago, there was a monarch who cultivated the palace view and
expressed his sincerity. He personally gave the title of each temple to each palace.
When I wrote "Changyang Temple", somehow, he wrote "Gian|Yang Temple".

This time, officials responsible for the construction of the palace can be killed. They
are unpredictable, is it that they are deliberately trying to change to this, or are they
accidentally wrong? If it is intentional, why not make it clear that I am going to
change this? If not intentionally, how can you make such a low-level mistake? He
can't always say, "Your Majesty, you are wrong." Who knows if His Majesty will feel
that he is sarcastic? Implying that his knowledge is shallow? Heart dishonest? And
this is the ink treasure of your majesty, don't you have to be invalid?

The most difficult thing to speculate under the sun is the meaning of the saint. The
officials were extremely painful. After thinking about it, they still felt that it was
better to be wronged than to grieve.

Have to say that they made the right choice. Under the armpits, it turned out that
the yang became a giant | Yang, there is nothing else to express, just invited a
group of scholars, vigorously read the ancient books, find out the reasons for
countless details, wrote many articles, and tried to prove that it was originally a
giant Yang, Yang is the wrong way to write. In short, after a night, the National
Palace of the Sun has become a giant | Yang Temple.

It was inexplicable to change the name of the gods for more than ten years to know
about it. He basically never looked at the signboard of his temple, but one day he
was very depressed. How could it be that there were so many women who came to
visit him in his temple, and all of them were shy and licking their faces, and they
were eager to get it. What are the gadgets? !

After figuring out what was going on, he rushed to the top of the Nine Miles and
was yelling at the sky in the sky.

All the priests were shocked by him.

After the end of the day, there is no way to worship it. He can’t say that he can’t go
through these devout women, and he has been listening to the scalp for many
years. Until the giant | Yang was changed to Nanyang by a serious monarch who
felt that this was simply not a system. Everyone still did not forget that he could
bless what he would be, besides being a **** of war. However, everyone also
adheres to a tacit understanding: Never use the two words to call him. At the same
time, it also adheres to a cognition: How to evaluate Nanyang Zhenjun? One word:
Good!

Just don't let him open his mouth, everything is fine!

The face of the south wind has been black and the bottom of the pot is old. This
box is still a poem, and Sven is authentic: "Friends of women, the strongest child.
The secret of the aphrodisiac, send son Nanyang. Ah haha, ah haha, Ah ha ha ha ha
ha ha……"

Xie Li reluctantly held back the smile and left him a face in front of the statue of
Nanyang. The south wind is furious: "You don't come here to yin and yang, you
have to go to sweep the ground!"

This sentence, the face of the swaying is also the bottom of the pot. If the Nanyang
Temple is to hear the words of the people, the Xuanzhen Temple is not to hear the
words of the people. Because the emperor is doing the chores in the emperor's
view, it is the whole day to give the Prince the Prince's polite tea to sweep the floor.
One day, thanking him for watching him while sweeping the ground and silently
practicing his mouth, he was moved by the spirit of his hard work and adversity,
and he went to the national division to ask him to be a disciple. How do you say
this? It can be big or small, but it can be humiliating and beautiful. It depends on
what the parties think. Obviously, the parties think that this is a shame of life,
because the admiration and the military commanders under his seat are all heard
by the word. Sure enough, the support was fixed, and I glanced at the innocent
smile of the hand, and sneered: "Listen to what you said, I don't know if you think
that Nanyang Temple is more than the Prince Edward."

The south wind also sneered: "Your general is indeed ungrateful. Is there anything
to say?"

"Oh..." Xie Li just wanted to insert a sentence and sway "Ahaha": "Your general is
only a hundred steps to laugh, is it possible to poke a little?"

"..." Listening to them like this as a big stick and hammering the backbone of the
other officer's backbone, thank you finally can't listen, said: "Wait, wait. Stop, stop."

Naturally, no one cares about him, and he still starts to move his hands. I don’t
know who is the first to do it. Anyway, the table is split in two, and the bones are
rolling over the ground. Thanks for seeing this, I couldn’t hold it anymore, sitting in
the corner, sighing “Creating a career”, licking a little girl rolling to the feet, wiping
the skin and preparing to eat it. Immediately slap him off: "Don't eat!"

Shake also stopped, shocked and disgusted: "You can still eat in the ash!"

Thanks for the gesture, thank you for saying: "Stop, stop, stop. I have something to
say."

He separated the two, and he said with joy: "First, the prince of your prince who
said in your mouth is exactly what you are. There is no talk under the lord. You
should not throw me as a weapon and throw it at the other side." And added
another sentence, "I think the two generals in your family will definitely not be like
this. You are so decent, what are their faces?"

When the sentence is huge, the two look a little unpredictable. Thanks again and
again: "Second, you are here to help me, right? Then, are you listening to me, or am
I listening to you?"

For a long while, two talents said: "Listen to you."

Although their faces look like they are saying, "You dream, listen to you," but Xie
Pity is also very satisfied, "啪" with a clasped hands, said: "Good. Finally, the third,
the most important point - - If you must throw something, then please drop me,
don't throw it away."

Nanfeng finally picked him up and put it in his hand. He wanted to find a chance to
eat it. He couldn’t bear it: "Don’t eat it on the ground!"

The next day, I still meet the store.

Dr. Tea raised his bones at the door and saw the three-person line near. A Taoist
man was light and simple, carrying a fight in front of him, and two tall black
teenagers followed.

The man came up with his hand and applied it, but he was more like a idler than
him: "The store, tired of three cups of tea."

Dr. Tea laughed: "Come on!"

I thought: "The three silly little brothers are coming again. It is a pity that they are a
decent one. The brain is more than one. It is a god, what is a god, what a ghost,
what day." What is the use of this person to be sick and to be decent?"

Thanks for the sake of the window. After sitting down together, Nanfeng Road:
"Why come here to talk, do you want to be heard by others?"
Thank you for your kindness: "It doesn't matter. Even if you hear someone else, you
won't care. You only think we are sick."

"..."

Thanks to the pity: "In order to avoid the three of us who have been relatively
sloppy like this, open the door. After calming down after a night, have you thought
of any solution?"

With a glimpse of his eyes, he said coldly: "Kill!"

South Wind Road: "Crap!"

Thanks to the pity: "Nanfeng, you don't want to be so fierce, and you don't have to
make a mistake. The fundamental way to solve the problem is to kill. The question
is where to go, who to kill, how to kill. I suggest..."

At this time, the street was filled with a bang and drums, and the three looked out
the window.

It was also the team’s miserable “send a kiss”. This group of people blew and beat,
even calling the number, as if afraid of others can not hear. Nanfeng frowned: "Isn't
it true that I don't dare to do anything with the locals near Junshan?"

Each of the team is a strong black sturdy man. His expression and muscles are tight
and tight, and he is cold and sweaty. It seems that they are not carrying a happy big
sedan chair, but a deadly decapitation. . I don’t know what kind of person is sitting
in the sedan chair?

Indulge in a moment, thanking the pity to think of going out, a gust of wind blowing,
the curtain on one side of the sedan chair picked up with the wind.

The man behind the curtain squatted in the sedan chair in a very strange position.
Her head was awkward, and a red-colored mouth was revealed under the cover,
and the smile on the corner of her mouth was too exaggerated. As soon as the
sedan chair was upside down, the cover slipped down, revealing a pair of round
eyes and licking this side.

It seems that it is a woman who has broken her neck and is laughing at them
silently.

I don't know if the bearer's hand shakes too much, the sedan chair is not stable,
and the woman's head is also swaying. Shaking, "咚", a head fell, and the bones
rolled onto the street.
And the headless body sitting in the sedan chair was also thrown forward - "砰", the
whole person saved the car door.