Suddenly, a gust of wind blew into the temple.
Of course, this old temple couldn't compare to the Nvywa Temple built by Chaoge.
In the memories inherited by Zi Xing, the emperor left the palace to offer incense at the Nüwa Temple in Zhaoge, which was elevated to the most important ceremony of the country.
A few days before the Emperor decided to go to the Nüwa Temple to offer incense, the people of the capital had to make preparations in advance. The emperor's carriage left the south gate of Chaoge. Every family burned incense and set up a table. Every family tied a ribbon and spread a felt. The three thousand cavalrymen and eight hundred imperial guards in charge of escorting them; All the civil and military officials in the court had to tidy up their official robes.
The front of the Nüwa Temple in Zhaoge was decorated with colorful gold. Jade hooks hang diagonally, treasure curtains dance. The golden furnace was filled with auspicious mist, and purple mist rose up. The dazzling silver candle was burning.
The Nuwa Temple that Zi Xing was currently in was extremely shabby. The first half of the curtain of the statue of Nüwa had already been blackened by the incense, giving off a dilapidated smell.
The only good thing was the painted wooden statue of Nüwa. It was obvious that it was made by a famous artist.
The facial features on her oval face were exquisite, but she was not worthy of the words "national beauty". In terms of " national beauty and heavenly fragrance," Zi Xing had only seen one person who had reached this level in his two lifetimes-the person standing beside him now. She was more than just a "national beauty", she was simply at the level of "bringing disaster to the country and the people".
Zi Xing pointed at Nuwa's statue in a disrespectful manner and said with a smile,""If I say that this woman has a bad temper, don't you believe me. There was a monarch who saw her statue in the Nuwa Temple and was attracted by it, so he recited a few lines of poetry. In the end, this woman flew into a rage and found three demons who had cultivated for thousands of years to harm him. Tell me, is she narrow-minded?”
"The story is not good at all. I didn't know that such a thing had happened.”The young man with a pink face said unhappily.
Her face turned red and white. The feeling of being scolded in front of her but not being able to flare up was simply too uncomfortable. It was as disgusting as swallowing a fly.
Zi Xing snickered in her heart, This will only happen seven years after I become the Great Shang Emperor. You'd be a ghost if you've heard of it."
Zi Xing had made up his mind that he would never allow the melodramatic plot of " a poem leading to the fall of a dynasty " to happen to him. Therefore, he treated the poem in the novel as a joke.
Zi Xing would never have thought that the young man with a pink face in front of him was the other party involved in the 'Poem Enemy Incident.'
Nüwa furrowed her beautiful eyebrows and thought to herself,""I have always been self-restrained. Why would I randomly punish a mortal? Which bastard is making up bad things about me?”
However, after living for tens of thousands of years, it was impossible for all the bits and pieces to remain in his mind. It was very common for Nüwa to show her face in any temple she visited. She could not guarantee that she would have a deep memory of every 'divinity show'.
Immortals had divine powers, but they had no concept of time (because of their long lives). It was easy to forget things.
Looking at the youth's serious expression, he didn't seem to be lying. She thought of a plan and ordered Zixing,"Can you recite the poem that the monarch wrote in the Nüwa Temple?"”He thought to himself,"My memory is really bad. I should be able to remember after listening to the poem." If he still didn't have an impression of it, it meant that the person who told him the story was making it up.
Zi Xing was obviously stunned.
Nüwa was not really forgetful, but he had almost forgotten that lousy poem.
In the past, when he read the Romance of the Gods, he felt that the poems recited by King Zhou had no literary talent, no artistic conception, and no philosophy. It was a complete " three-no-product." Why did he bother to remember that?
Zi Xing's memory was so strong that it could be used as his capital to be conceited. He frowned and thought for a long time. He actually remembered the last four lines of the poem.
He thought to himself proudly,"I've only skimmed through that lousy poem once."”However, he would soon regret his outstanding memory.
It had only been a few days since he transmigrated, but he had actually met the goddess by chance before he ascended the throne. If Zi Xing could predict the other party's identity and pretend to be a mute or a passerby, he could avoid a storm. Unfortunately, his "foresight" came from novels.
"Listen up." Zi Xing placed his hands behind his back and slowly chanted,""Pear blossoms in the rain compete for beauty, peonies in the smoke gallop in charming makeup, but enchanting can move, take back Changle to serve the king.”
After hearing this poem, the stunning woman slowly recalled the meaning of the poem. Her face turned from white to red, from red to green, from green to black...
In the end, she exploded like a beehive that Zi Xing had poked. Zixing wasn't hurt by the sting, but the seemingly elegant and demure " little girl " had let him experience the feeling of " demonic music entering his brain ", which had also devastated him.
"This song is obscene, shameless, filthy, dirty, hooligan, and unbearable to listen to (I'll leave out tens of thousands of negative adjectives below)... write this| Poets should go to hell with their tongues pulled out."
Why was his reaction so big?
Zi Xing looked at her as if she was looking at a monster.
The stunning woman still chatters on| Shi 'wantonly criticized. Blindly exaggerating, it simply raised the viciousness of that half of the poem to the point of bringing disaster to the country and the people. Uh, but that poem had indeed harmed the Great Shang Dynasty in the Investiture of the Gods.
Zixing listened and listened, but she couldn't listen anymore. "It's not that serious, is it? Putting aside the identity of the monarch and goddess, the meaning of the poem is just a man revealing his love to a woman…"
"It's not serious. It's red.| bare| Naked blasphemy."
The anger on the stunning woman's face was difficult to dissipate. Once Zi Xing provoked her, she immediately became angry again as if she had been injected with chicken blood. "A piece of meat," she yelled.| A mortal monarch who only has a hundred years of life, yet he dares to dream of marrying a goddess and bringing her back to the palace.| Blasphemy can be punished, and his words are detestable."
Zi Xing is also a meat| From the perspective of mortals, they were extremely unhappy with the statement that gods were nobler than mortals and suppressed mortals.
Zi Xing snorted softly. He thought to himself, You didn't get it right. In the phrase 'bring back the Eternal Joy King's servant,' the word 'take' was used, not 'marry' as in 'marry.' Otherwise, a die-hard Nuwa worshiper like you would be even more furious.”
From a modern point of view, the word " marry " meant that King Zhou wanted to climb up to Goddess Nüwa. The word "take" meant that King Zhou only wanted Nüwa to be a "mistress" and was not prepared to give her a title.
"Hmph, tell me, yin| Which bastard wrote this poem? Right, you said that it was written by a ridiculous monarch. What's his name?" The beautiful woman was like autumn water as she stared at Zi Xing.
"I don't remember." In the face of such a major issue of principle, Zi Xing had to keep his mouth shut no matter what.
Zi Xing sized up the stunning woman whose forehead seemed to be smoking and thought to himself," Could he be a legendary cultivator? Furthermore, he came from a large cultivation sect and had met Nuwa with his master. From then on, the young man became a diehard admirer of Nüwa. Aiyo, this is bad. If that was the case, he had to dispel the idea of him "snitching" on Nüwa.
"Don't take it too seriously, okay? In the country where the king was in the story, the men acted according to their wishes, and there were many people who spoke without restraint. The poems written by the monarch were not considered out of line. Take Xue Pan, nicknamed 'The Dumb Overlord of the Red Chamber', for example. The long and short sentences he wrote would make you laugh and cry when you heard them.”
"What are long and short sentences?" The stunning woman had a studious spirit.
Zi Xing's forehead was covered in sweat.
" It's to add the words 'daughter is sad, daughter is sad, daughter is happy, daughter is happy' at the beginning of a seven-character poem. The meaning must be coherent and smooth. It would be fine if he rhymed the last word. In short, it could be considered a category of poetry.”Zi Xing tried her best to explain in terms that the other party could understand.
"What kind of long and short sentence did that Xue Pan compose?”
Zi Xing forced a smile and said,"The long and short sentences of the Dumb Overlord were written like this: The daughter is sad, married to a man is a turtle; When the daughter is sad, a big monkey jumps out of the embroidery room; The daughter is happy, the bridal chamber flower candle in the morning languidly rises; The daughter was happy and poked her head in.”
The stunning woman was completely stunned.
How could such nonsense be called poetry?
Compared to these vulgar things, the blasphemous poem that the monarch recited in the Nüwa Temple could be classified as a serious one.
" It's too crazy, too unbelievable!" The stunning woman looked like she had suffered a huge blow.
The shock that the stunning woman felt when she witnessed her home being destroyed by a lunatic who was one of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery and the strong feeling that this crooked poem brought to her could be ranked in the top two. Back then, he was scared to death by the scene of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing. Now, it was disgusting.
(If Xue Pan, the big idiot, knew that his crooked poem had truly achieved the goal of "shocking the world with a stroke, and making the poem weep for ghosts and gods", he would definitely be extremely proud. He would even look down on his talented sister, Xue Baochai.）
Zi Xing smiled as she looked at the pitiful face of the person in front of her who had suffered a blow."Humph, you are a diehard believer of Nüwa. Your brain is already frozen. You can't even accept a limerick that can adjust your life. I'll recite the 'Invincible Poem of Life' from 'Dream of the Red Chamber', and you'll be embarrassed to snitch on me to Nuwa.”
Zi Xing is happy| Moved like a tide. Who said men couldn't be petty?
Just as Zi Xing was feeling smug, she suddenly felt a strange itch on her left chest. It was a classic case of extreme joy begetting sorrow.
He subconsciously raised his hand to scratch his chest.
Her hand stopped halfway. Zi Xing suddenly remembered that the place where ten thousand ants were crawling was the place where his heart was missing.
According to common sense, when wounds healed and new muscles grew, there would be an itchy feeling.
However, he didn't even have a heart. How could the wound heal?
Could it be that he was going to grow a new heart? Zi Xing found this strange and bold idea funny.
From the perspective of the stunning woman, she saw Zixing suddenly acting abnormally.
A man with a dignified appearance suddenly covered his heart with his hand, imitating the posture of a western scholar holding his heart. From time to time, he would make a disgusting "Ouch, Ouch" sound.
The stunning woman didn't know that Zixing was being disturbed by the numb and itchy feeling in his heart. She thought that this guy had a hidden " split personality disorder." She was unlucky enough to encounter his illness.
Zi Xing 'basked' in his ugly state for a while before he unintentionally raised his head and glanced at the stunning woman. Suddenly, his face showed a shocked expression, so much so that he stopped making the unhealthy " aiyo " sound.
Zi Xing stared at her with her mouth wide open.
"What's wrong with you?" The stunning woman asked.
It looked like Zi Xing was staring at her, but it was not. He was staring at the messages that had suddenly appeared.
In front of his left eye, a transparent information box appeared. It listed the information about the "chick" in front of him:
[Name: Nüwa]
[Cultivation Place: Mount Buzhou]
[Spiritual Root: Yes (Wood Heavenly Root)]
[Cultivation: Saint Realm]
[Reputation: 10 million points]
[Magic Treasure: Mountain River Map]
[Alliance Forces: Xi Qi, Nine Li]
[Enemy Faction: Yinshang (quasi)]
Zi Xing had forgotten the numbness and itch in her chest. She pointed at the beautiful girl in disbelief and let out a wild boar's tortured howl."Oh my god, you're actually Nüwa. Why am I so unlucky?"
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