A shimmering temple.
The door, the pillars, and even the floor are covered with shining gold bricks.
The most eye-catching thing is inside the temple. The low temple cannot cover the tall statue, leaving half of the statue's forehead exposed. If you look closely, you can see that it is also made of pure gold. The exposed half of the forehead reveals the god. The roof of the temple, from a distance, makes you feel as if you have strayed into Lilliput. It looks very funny.
Peony City is a not-so-rich city. The city is most famous for its gorgeous peonies. Most locals make a living by planting peonies.
But what is even more famous than the peony is the splendid peony temple built by the locals who scraped together money without eating or drinking.
Legend has it that this is a temple built for the peony flower god. It is a temple specially built by local people to pray to the gods for a prosperous peony harvest. People have been coming and going, and the incense is strong.
But the atmosphere in the Peony Temple today is a little unusual.
A funeral procession, crying all the way, scattering banknotes and flowers, brought a black coffin, played gongs and drums, and arrived in front of the temple.
The leader was a gray-haired old lady. She was wearing sackcloth and mourning. When she arrived at the door of the temple, she threw herself on the coffin and began to cry loudly. While crying, she slapped the coffin board fiercely, "My son! My poor son. Ah! Now that you are gone, how will your mother live?"
"My son!" The old man burst into tears, and his cries were full of sorrow, "My mother is useless, I can't protect you, my mother is useless!"
"My mother finally raised you to the age of sixteen so that you can get married. She thought that you could find a filial son-in-law to accompany your mother for the rest of your life. Why did you leave so quickly, my son!"
She cried sadly, and the funeral procession also burst into tears.
The cry soon shook the temple.
The door of the temple opened with a creak, and a dozen young people wearing gold-patterned peony and snow-wave robes stood at the door of the temple with bewildered expressions.
"Damn old woman, her nickname is dead, the bishop is still doing morning prayers!"
"You will go to hell and be punished by God if you interfere with the Bishop's morning classes!"
"Be careful to anger Lady Peony and make all your peonies die! The whole family will starve to death!"
Generally speaking, the temples of various gods are strict in accepting disciples. If you want to become a formal priest, you must have been investigated by your ancestors for more than four generations before you can enter the temple to serve.
The gods believe that only those who have good conduct, have a clean family background, are motivated, and are willing to devote their lives to the gods can become priests and enter the temple to become priests.
But these young people have impetuous eyebrows, frivolous steps, arrogance and rudeness, their innocent faces are turned black from lust, and even the most upright Xuelang robes are worn loosely by them.
No one would doubt that they were just second-rate lads wandering the streets doing nothing. How could they become priests of a temple and benefit a group of believers?
When they saw the little priests from the Peony Temple coming out, the crowd started talking and became noisy.
The old lady standing at the front was closest to them. When she saw the young men, they were crying and filled with resentment. Her throat rolled up, and she spat out a mouthful of blood-streaked phlegm on the gold-patterned peony snow-wave robes they were wearing. .
The person who was vomited suddenly changed his color, and slapped the old lady on the face, "Old man, you don't want to live anymore! You want to die with your daughter, right?"
The old lady's face quickly became red and swollen, and the white flowers she wore on her head fell to the ground. She didn't care about this. She looked at the priests from under her knocked-out hair, with sad eyes, like ghosts.
"I didn't want to leave here standing today," the old lady said hoarsely, gritting her teeth, her voice seemed to come from her belly, "I don't care what you are doing, now that my daughter is dead, I want you to give her back to me. !”
Hearing this, the young priest who was still wiping the stains on his clothes suddenly smiled, turned back and looked at his companions, he licked his lips, his complexion was pale and white, and his expression was strange, "Old guy, What does it matter to us if your daughter dies?"
"It was your daughter who wanted to receive blessings and prayers from the Bishop, and wanted to participate in the selection of the Peony Saint. Now she has been blessed and prayed. She was fine when she left the temple. How did we know she was dead? "
The priest smiled and said, "Our Lord Bishop is so kind-hearted that he actually planned to choose her to be the Peony Saint. It's such a waste that she died like that."
The young priest waved his hands and shrugged towards his companions, "She herself is short-lived and has no luck. What does it have to do with us? We thought she could become one of us, hahahaha."
The old lady who heard this couldn't bear it any longer and rushed towards the young priest who was uttering obscene words like a fireball. She threw him to the ground, sat on his stomach and fought for her life. Choking his neck.
"I kill you!"
The old lady's tears had long since dried up. Her hair was disheveled. Regardless of the obstruction of others behind her, she strangled the priest's neck tightly, "I know what good things you have done!"
"My Yanyan, my Yanyan was deceived by you!"
"You lied to her that you would recommend her to be the Peony Saint. You also said she wanted to go to Mount Tai. Fuck you, Mount Tai!"
"Yanyan gave you all her family's money, you..."
The old lady's nose became sour and her tears fell again. She gritted her teeth and looked at the priest whose face was purple when she pinched her, "You are not satisfied yet!"
"I knew something was wrong the day Yanyan came back. She was bathing like crazy! She was bathing like crazy!"
"The skin was torn after washing and the blood kept flowing..." The old lady was finally pushed to the ground by the priests and cried loudly, "You beasts! My Yanyan is only sixteen years old!" You beasts!"
"Beasts, my Yanyan is about to get married, how can you... how can you bear it!"
"You sons of bitches!"
The priest who was strangled sat on the ground and gasped for a while, then spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the old lady. He suddenly jumped up and kicked the old lady.
"Old man! How dare you pinch your grandpa!"
"Your daughter is valued, that's because she is lucky!"
"Who asked her to come to the temple wearing such coquettish clothes all day long and talk about serving God and becoming the Peony Saint? Damn! She deserves it!"
"Your ancestral graves were filled with smoke when the bishop gave her a blessing. Now she can't bear it and dies. Who's to blame!"
He picked up the old lady's soft belly, and kicked her chest and other parts as hard as she could, "You want to worship the gods when you wear something so coquettish? If not for us, who else can you wear it for? Who can show it to you!"
The priests on the side did not stop, they all looked at this scene with smiles, as if they were watching a wonderful drama. While watching, they pointed at the old lady who had stopped moving and said these things with a smile, as if they were commenting. .
The priest who was kicking seemed to be tired, so he kicked the old lady on the temple for the last time, and a pool of bloody phlegm rolled out from the throat, and sprayed it on the old lady's face, "Don't even look at it." Look at your own virtue!”
He pointed at the people who wanted to rush to save the old lady, "Who are you! This is the Peony Temple! I have offended the Peony Empress in this Peony City. I don't think any of you can eat it and walk around!"
"Whoever dares to come to save this old man, I will ask his children to come to the temple and perform blessings and sacrifices for three days and three nights. Let's see who else dares!"
"A bunch of trash!"
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As for the fairy tale theme, this book has basically squeezed me dry...I will put in all the scenes I can think of. I have already written that Xiao Tai will kill him in the later stage, which is really cool hahahaha.
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