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June 20 - July 5, 2023
Uh…but what if the heavens do condemn you? “Then it is the heavens who are wrong. Why would I apologize to those who are wrong?”
When the people call you a god, you are a god. If they call you crap, you are crap. You are whatever they say you are. It had always been thus.
The name “grand believer” usually referred to one of three types of people. The first type were the rich, those who paid for incense and religious services and built temples. The second type were missionaries, people who promoted the religion and gave sermons. The third type were believers who possessed absolute faith in both heart and body.
If he had to be honest, what Fu Yao said was true. That girl’s face was incomparably flat, looking exactly like someone had leveled it with a slap. It would almost be an insult to say her features were plain; if they must be described, then only “crooked nose and slanted eyes” could be used.
The original correct writing used the characters “Ju Yang,” which meant “Perfect Sun.” The incident that warped them happened many years ago. During that time, a king was constructing a great number of temples and palaces. To demonstrate his faith and sincerity, he personally drafted the titles for every temple or palace’s establishment plaque. But when it came to the Palace of Ju Yang, for some reason, he used characters for “Ju Yang” that meant “Tremendous Masculinity.”4
When he entered the tea shop, the tea master chided, “Remember to pay for that pillar.” Thus, when Xie Lian sat down, he turned to Nan Feng. “Remember to pay for that pillar.” “…” replied Nan Feng.
“If we can’t use women, then we have to use men,” Fu Yao said. Nan Feng said, “Where are we going to find a man who’s willing to…” He trailed off, and the two gazed over. Xie Lian was still sitting there, smiling. “???”
A woman’s form was much daintier. After he put on the dress, while the waist was surprisingly just fine, he was severely restricted in raising his arms and lifting his feet. When the movement was too wide, the robes ripped. Just as he was looking everywhere to see where the fabric was torn, a voice came from the entrance of the temple.
The owner of that hand was rather patient, however, and incredibly well mannered.
No matter how high on his guard Xie Lian was, to be treated this way, he couldn’t help but think: If he was a real groom, then he’d genuinely be a most gentle and considerate one.
Although it wasn’t the time for it, Xie Lian couldn’t help but praise inwardly that he really was quite thoughtful. But at the same time, he was also very curious.
The so-called Four Famous Tales referred to the extravagant stories of the deeds of four gods prior to their ascension: The Young Lord Who Poured Wine, The Prince Who Pleased God, The General Who Snapped His Sword, and The Princess Who Slit Her Throat.
“The Four Calamities are: Ship-Sinking Black Water, Night-Touring Green Lantern, White-Clothed Calamity, and Crimson Rain Sought Flower.
The name Hua Cheng5 was very obviously fake, and his appearance was most likely fake too. In the rumors, he was sometimes a twisted boy given to capricious mood changes, sometimes a gentle and mannered handsome young man, sometimes a gorgeous seductress with a venomous heart, anything goes!
Some say he was born without a right eye and was bullied and humiliated for it since birth, so he was filled with hatred for the world. Some say he was a young soldier who died in a lost battle for his country and later came to walk the earth in resentment. Some say he was a fool who was tormented by the death of his love; some even say he was a monster. In the most outrageous version, supposedly—only supposedly!—Hua Cheng ascended and became a god but immediately jumped back down on his own and became a ghost. But that version wasn’t widespread.
For example, his behavior was unpredictable: sometimes he would carry out a massacre in cold blood, and sometimes he would do odd acts of kindness.
Hua Cheng could recite the classics and debate the contemporaries. He was sometimes polite, sometimes vicious, sometimes unyielding, sometimes incisive, and sometimes quibbling. He was impenetrably sharp, his arguments flawless. He verbally abused the civil gods from top to bottom, past to present, and infuriated them so much that they puked blood and washed the skies red.
Was that little silver butterfly really that scary? Xie Lian wondered. It wasn’t that bad… It was kind of cute.
Xie Lian sighed. “It certainly is painful to think about, to have given everything for love and lose everything in return.” The youth laughed out loud. “What’s there to be afraid of? If it were me, I’d have no regrets giving away my ashes. Who cares if they want me to disintegrate or just scatter the ashes for fun!”
Xie Lian asked, “Are you all right?” San Lang propped up his chin. “Of course not. I’m scared.” Although there wasn’t a single trace of fright detectable in his voice, Xie Lian still comforted him. “Don’t be scared. You’re behind me, nothing will harm you.” The youth smiled,