Noticing their gazes, Xie Lian smiled slightly, turned around, and asked, “Is this your first time seeing a real cursed yoke?”

Cursed shackles, as the name suggests, are shackles formed by a curse.

The priests who were demoted to heaven would have their punishment transformed into a seal of sin imposed on them, forming a bondage and sealing their divine power, so that they could never get rid of it. It was like tattooing a person's face or locking their hands and feet with chains. It was a punishment and a warning, frightening and humiliating.

As the laughing stock of the Three Realms who had been knocked down twice, Xie Lian naturally had such a curse on him. It was impossible for these two young military officers not to have heard of it, but there was still a big difference between hearing about it and seeing it with one's own eyes. Therefore, it was not difficult for Xie Lian to understand their expressions.

He guessed that this thing might have made the two young military officers feel apprehensive and uncomfortable. After all, it was not a good thing.

He wanted to use the excuse of finding some clothes to wear and go for a walk outside, but Fuyao rolled her eyes and said, "If you go out on the street like this, it can be said to be very obscene." It was only when Nanfeng went to the back of the temple and casually pulled off a temple priest's clothes and threw them to him that he didn't have to continue being obscene. But after sitting down again, he always felt that the atmosphere had become a little awkward after what happened just now, so Xie Lian took out the scroll given by Lingwen Temple and said, "Do you want to take another look?"

Nan Feng raised his eyelids and looked at him, saying, "I've seen it. I think he's the one who needs a closer look."

Fuyao said, "What do you mean I need to take a closer look. The scroll is not well written and worthless. Is it worth reading again and again?"

Hearing him say that the scroll was worthless, Xie Lian couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the little civil servants in the Lingwen Hall who were writing scrolls until their faces turned pale. Then he heard Fuyao say, "Ah, where were we just talking about? Nanyang Temple - why are there so many believers in Nanyang, right?"

All right. Xie Lian put away the scroll, rubbed his throbbing eyebrows, and knew in his heart: No one can watch it tonight!

Since I can't see the real business, let's see what's going on. It turns out that, except for the prince who has been collecting scraps in the world for hundreds of years, all the gods and immortals know that Feng Xin, the True Lord of Nanyang, was once called "True Lord of Juyang". He himself really hates this title. And everyone has only one word to say about his experience: "Unfair"!

Because, the original correct way to write it is "ju yang". The reason why it was misrepresented is because of this incident.

Many years ago, a king built a palace and temple. To show his sincerity, he personally wrote words on the plaques of each palace and each hall. But when he wrote "Juyang Hall", for some reason, he wrote "Juyang Hall" instead.

This made the officials in charge of the palace construction very worried. They couldn't figure out whether His Majesty had deliberately changed it to this or made a mistake by accident. If it was intentional, why didn't he issue an order to say that this was the way it was going to be changed? If it was not intentional, how could he make such a low-level mistake? He couldn't just say "Your Majesty, you are wrong", who knows if His Majesty would think that he was mocking his carelessness? Implying that he was shallow in knowledge? Insincere? Moreover, this was His Majesty's calligraphy, would it be discarded if it was not used?

The most difficult thing to guess in the world is the intention of the saints. The officials were extremely distressed, and after thinking it over, they still felt that it would be better to wrong the emperor than to wrong the emperor.

It must be said that they made the right choice. After His Majesty found out that Juyang had become Juyang, he did not make any other comments. He just invited a group of scholars to read through ancient books, find countless minor reasons, and write many articles, trying to prove that it was originally Juyang and that Juyang was the wrong way to write it. In short, after one night, all the Juyang Palaces in the country became Juyang Palaces.

Feng Xin, who was inexplicably renamed a god, didn't know about this until more than ten years later. He basically never looked closely at the signboard of his own temple, but one day he suddenly felt very depressed. Why did so many women come to his temple to worship? And all of them were shy and blushing. What were they praying for when they burned incense? !

After finding out what was going on, he rushed to the top of the sky and started cursing at the scorching sun and sky.

All the priests were shocked by him.

After cursing, there was nothing he could do. He just had to worship. He couldn't say he was against these devout women, so he listened to them for many years. Until Ju|Yang was changed to Nanyang by a serious monarch who thought it was simply unbecoming, everyone still remembered that he could bless something besides being a martial god. However, everyone also adhered to a tacit understanding: never call him by those two words. At the same time, they also adhered to a cognition: How to evaluate Nanyang Zhenjun? One word: good!

As long as you don't let him start swearing, everything will be fine!

Nanfeng's face was as black as the bottom of an old pot, but Fuyao was still in poetic mood and said politely, "Friends of women, the best for seeking children. Secret recipe for strengthening yang, send children to Nanyang. Hahaha, hahaha, hahahahahahahahaha..."

Xie Lian kindly held back his laughter, giving him some face in front of the Nanyang statue. Nanfeng, on the other hand, flew into a rage: “Don’t come here and be sarcastic. If you’re really bored, go and sweep the floor!”

As soon as this sentence came out, Fuyao's face instantly turned red. If the people in Nanyang Palace couldn't stand hearing people say those two words, the people in Xuanzhen Palace couldn't stand hearing people mention the word "sweeping the floor". Because when Mu Qing was doing odd jobs in Huangji Temple, he served tea and water to His Royal Highness Xie Lian all day long, sweeping the floor and making the bed. One day, Xie Lian saw him reciting the practice formula while sweeping the floor, and was moved by his hard work and spirit of studying in adversity, so he went to ask the national teacher to accept him as a disciple. How to say this? It can be big or small, shameful or beautiful, depending on what the person involved thinks. Obviously, the person involved thinks this is a lifelong shame, because Mu Qing and the generals under his command will turn against people when they hear this word. Sure enough, Fuyao calmed down, glanced at Xie Lian who was waving his hands innocently, and sneered: "From what you said, I didn't know that you all in Nanyang Palace were fighting for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Nan Feng also sneered: "Your general is indeed ungrateful, what can you say?"

“Uh…” Xie Lian was about to interject, but Fuyao said “Ahahaha”, “Your general is just a laughing stock. What qualifications do you have to poke and poke?”

“…” Hearing them using him as a club to hammer at the spine of the priest above them, Xie Lian finally couldn’t stand it anymore and said, “Wait, wait. Stop, stop.”

Naturally, no one paid any attention to him, and they even started fighting. No one knew who started it first, but the altar broke in two, and the fruit plate rolled all over the floor. Xie Lian saw that he could not stop fighting, so he sat in the corner, sighed, "What a sin!", picked up a small steamed bun that had rolled to his feet, wiped off the skin and was about to eat it, but Nanfeng saw it from the corner of his eye and immediately slapped him away: "Don't eat it!"

Fuyao also stopped, and said in shock and disgust: "You can still eat it even though it's covered in ashes!"

Xie Lian took the opportunity to gesture and said, “Stop, stop, stop. I have something to say.”

He separated the two people and said in a friendly manner: "First, the prince you are talking about is me. I haven't said anything yet, so don't use me as a weapon to attack the other party." After a pause, he added, "I think your two generals would never do this. How can they save their dignity if you are so disrespectful?"

As soon as this sentence came out, the expressions of the two people changed a little. Xie Lian said, "Second, you are here to assist me, right? So, do you listen to me, or do I listen to you?"

After a while, they said, "I'll listen to you."

Although their faces all looked as if they were saying “You’re dreaming, I’ll listen to you”, Xie Lian was quite satisfied. He clasped his hands together and said, “Okay. Finally, the third and most important point - if you must throw something, please throw it at me, not the food.”

Nan Feng finally picked up the steamed bun that he had been holding in his hand, hoping to find an opportunity to eat it. He could no longer bear it and said, "Don't eat it if it falls on the ground!"

The next day, we met again in the shop.

Doctor Tea was stretching his legs at the door again, and saw three people approaching from a distance. A Taoist priest in simple white clothes and a bamboo hat was walking in front, and two tall young men in black were walking behind him.

The Taoist came leisurely with his hands folded, and spoke leisurely, even more like an idler than he was: "Shopkeeper, three cups of tea, please."

Dr. Tea smiled and said, “Here we go!”

I thought to myself, "These three stupid guys are here again. What a pity! They all look so respectable, but their brains are sicker than each other. What kind of gods, immortals, ghosts, and heavens are they? If this person is sick, what's the point of looking respectable?"

Xie Lian still chose a seat by the window. After they sat down together, Nan Feng asked, "Why did you come here to talk? Are you sure no one else will hear you?"

Xie Lian said gently, “It doesn’t matter. Even if others heard it, they wouldn’t care. They would just think we are sick.”

“…”

Xie Lian said, “In order to prevent the three of us from wasting time like this, let’s get straight to the point. After calming down for a night, have you come up with any ideas?”

Fuyao's eyes lit up and he said coldly, "Kill!"

Nan Feng said: "Nonsense!"

Xie Lian said, “Nanfeng, don’t be so fierce. Fuyao is not wrong. The fundamental way to solve the problem is to kill. The question is where to kill, who to kill, and how to kill. My suggestion is…”

At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums came from the street, and the three of them looked out the window.

It was the gloomy "bride escort" team again. This group of people played music and shouted, as if they were afraid that others could not hear them. Nan Feng frowned and said, "Didn't they say that you dare not hold a grand wedding with the locals near Junshan?"

The team was composed of strong, black men, with tense expressions and muscles, and cold sweat on their foreheads, as if they were not carrying a festive sedan chair, but a life-threatening guillotine. I wonder what kind of person was sitting in the sedan chair?

After hesitating for a moment, Xie Lian was just about to go out and take a look when a gust of cold wind blew by, and the curtain on one side of the sedan chair was lifted by the wind.

The person behind the curtain was leaning in a very strange posture in the sedan chair. Her head was tilted, revealing a bright red mouth under the veil, with an exaggerated smile at the corner of her mouth. The sedan chair shook, and the veil slipped down, revealing a pair of wide-open eyes, staring at this side.

It looked like a woman with a broken neck, laughing silently at them.

Maybe it was because the bearer's hands were shaking too much, the sedan chair was not stable, and the woman's head was shaking. Then, with a "bang", the head fell off and rolled onto the street.

The headless body sitting in the sedan also fell forward - with a "bang", the whole person fell out of the sedan door.