Chapter 570

There are hundreds of temples of different sizes in Zhaohui city.

But there is only one temple that can be called Zhaohui temple.

It is located in the central part of the fourth urban area, built on the mountain, known as the first temple of Fengyu, almost reaching the first grade of the central temple.

Every ten days, ordinary people outside Chaohui Temple open once.

At that time, when the civilians in the third urban area enter the fourth urban area, they will not charge any entrance fee as long as they show their believer registration cards.

A large number of believers choose to kneel down at the foot of the mountain and climb to the top of the mountain. They come to the statue of the Lord of the sword in the center of the square to worship and pray for peace. They also participate in the worship ceremony personally presided over by the leader of Zhaohui Temple, accept the baptism of holy water, treat diseases and bless the state.

Today is the opening day of the temple.

Even in the afternoon, there is still an endless stream of worshippers.

On the central square of the temple, the crowd was dense, all of them fell to the ground and knelt under the statue.

In addition to attending the worship ceremony, civilians are allowed to visit around the temple. Except for a few core areas that are not allowed to enter, most areas are free to visit, fighting is prohibited, and free meals are provided.

On the right side of the temple, the mountains are relatively steep.

The rocks are rugged and abrupt.

In the cold winter, the pines and cypresses are still competing for green.

Zhaohui temple mountain has the best scenery here.

So there are more tourists.

The winding stone steps, with guardrails, are like jade dragons crawling in the mountains, dotted among the green waves, making the whole mountain full of aura and rhythm.

In the afternoon sunlight, an old man, wearing a black robe representing the punished clergy, carrying two iron hooped wooden barrels that are more than her body, climbs along the stone steps bit by bit.

The cask was covered with a lid. I didn't know what was in it.

But from time to time, the pungent smell wafts out of the iron barrel, which makes the tourists who pass by the old man hide their nose and mouth and show their disgust in their eyes.

"Well, it stinks."

"Stinky, get away from me."

"I'm old, I don't have eyes."

Someone has a bad temper and can't help cursing at the old man.

The old man showed an apologetic look, with a calm look. He retreated slightly to the edge of the cliff. He could not retreat any more, so he gave way sideways.

Her hair was gray, her face was wrinkled, which recorded the vicissitudes of time. Her forehead was full of sweat. There were also large sweat stains on the shoulders and backs of the black robe. On her wrists and ankles, there were barbed forbidden God bracelets that only a clergyman who committed a serious crime would wear, with hidden blood stains.

"The old man deserves to sweep the toilet and pour excrement every day."

"At this age, she was once an archbishop,

But if you offend the gods, why don't you die? "

People passing by, seeing the old man, cursed maliciously.

Many faithful believers have recognized that this old man is the once highly respected Archbishop of the moon.

But that was once.

Now she is the sinner of the temple.

He is the sinner who was personally admonished by the Lord of the sword.

The old man's face was still calm, without the slightest anger or shame.

That pair of eyes seems to have penetrated the world. It seems turbid, but in fact, there are strands of clear eyes.

She looked at the cursing passers-by, at the face after face, as if looking at a group of lost lambs, full of pity.

Chaohui temple has always had such a tradition.

Those clergy who have made mistakes will engage in heavy physical activities and sharpen their bodies.

We should also accept the curse of the temple believers and sharpen our spirit.

Only in this way can atonement be made.

After a short rest, the old man was about to pick up the dung bucket and climb again.

At this time——

"I said that I couldn't find you for a long time. I used to be lazy here."

A sharp voice sounded.

On the upper steps, a group of people came down slowly.

The head was a young priestess in a divine robe. Her face was peach blossom and her skin was white and greasy. There was a mole on the top of the right corner of her mouth, and the wind and dust between her eyebrows and eyes could not be concealed. However, it did not match her holy and pure divine robe.

The priestess was followed by five or six young men in luxurious clothes.

You can tell at a glance whether you are rich or not.

The first man, 25-6 years old, is slender, dressed in white, with jade belt around his waist, cloud shoes on his feet, handsome eyebrows, crooked nose, long and thin eyes. When he squints slightly, it gives people a sense of horror contained in thousands of poisonous tricks, and is not a good object to get along with.

See the priestess and men, the eyes of the Archbishop of the moon, a flash of fine awn, fleeting.

She frowned slightly, didn't open her mouth, picked up the dung bucket, and was about to climb.

"Wait a minute."

There was a sneer on the priestess's face and a flick of her finger.

A touch of light power gushed out.

Hum, hum.

The forbidden God bracelet, which was fastened between the wrist and ankle of the Archbishop of the moon, was sent out and the barb vibrated.

The red blood flowed from the broken wound.

The Archbishop of the moon gazed with a twinkle of pain in his eyes.

She had to put down the dung pail, her forehead was dripping with sweat.

The priestess sneered and said, "what's the taste of the forbidden God bracelet

？”

The Archbishop of the Moon said nothing.

The priestess then said, "I am appointed by my royal highness to be in charge of the sinners in the back mountain. I look at the moon. You are lazy and slow down, but you have a grudge against the Lord of the sword?"

"Never."

The Archbishop of Wangyue said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't get rid of the evil of self pity for you."

The priestess flower's self pity face changed, and immediately sneered again: "is that right? It's a pity that you don't have a chance. Now you have lost any right to speak in the temple... Ha ha, you see, Mr. Chen can appear beside me again, and what can you do? "

Next to him, the man with hooked nose, smelling the words and smiling, put his hand on the buttocks of the priestess Hua's self pity and patted heavily, looking at the moon provocatively.

"I didn't expect that, old pig and dog, that day you prevented me from falling in love with self pity, told Dacheng, deprived me of my qualification as a believer, and made me expelled by my family and my school, which almost made me unable to turn over. But now the master of the sect pardoned all this. Now everyone knows that you are the old pig and dog who framed me, hahaha, expelled me, Now I beg for my re-entry into the Chen family. My family died when I was removed from the name of "Fuyun sword". His tongue was cut, his ears were pierced and his limbs were broken... Old pig and dog, have you ever thought that he would be what he is today? "

The Archbishop sighed.

"Evil."

There was a touch of compassion in her eyes: "I don't know how to regret my big mistake, but I don't know how to return when I become an accomplice, poor, poor!"

"Ha ha, evil? Accomplice? poor? I'll let you pay a little interest first. "

The young man sneered and raised his whip.

make love.

Three whips.

Draw on the old man's face, draw out three bloodstains.

The young man with a crooked nose sneered: "if you put on the forbidden God bracelet, you can't even exert a trace of divine power. Ha ha, even if I kill you here alive, no one will interfere. Do you believe it?"

Looking at the moon, the Archbishop shook his head and said firmly, "good and evil will be rewarded in the end."

"No more."

The priestess flower self pity shook her head: "there will be no more such absurd things as" evil is rewarded with evil, good is rewarded with good. "

She seemed to think of something, with a little loss on her face, and then turned into a gloomy sneer.

"The good and evil of this world is no longer important. I know that you still want to think about your disciples and grandchildren to avenge you. Hehe, Qin Lian is an unforgivable sinner in the temple. Now she can't escape, and she doesn't dare to show up. As for the night, let alone whether she can go out of this temple trial, even if she comes out, she won't live long... Moon watching, the power of your family, Soon it will be uprooted and gone. You will die of this heart. "

The priestess sneered.

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