The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 168: The Case of the Temple of Bliss (Part )

Yue Li's fiery red high ponytail fluttered in the rustling snow, like a burning flame.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the old man, saying disdainfully: "You are a mortal with no immortal roots, how can you cultivate to be an immortal? You'd better find a job and earn some money for your retirement!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, made a gesture, and disappeared from the spot.

...

This winter was very long. Heavy snow fell for several days in a row, crushing many poor farmers' homes.

Farmers hid in the Jile Temple in groups, collected firewood to build a fire, and lived on the few bags of sweet potatoes they carried in.

Yue Li sat high on the altar, with one hand supporting his face, looking down at them as they huddled together for warmth.

Just when I was bored, the old man who called himself Wu Xiaoer suddenly appeared again.

His nose was red from the cold. He rubbed his hands and stamped his feet. He looked up at the statue on the altar and murmured, "This is the highest temple of bliss. Maybe the gods are hiding in this temple to avoid the wind and snow. I must perform well and strive to become his apprentice..."

He walked forward tremblingly, bowed respectfully to the statue, then picked up a feather duster and began to clean the altar.

A farmer saw him cleaning the altar and cleaning the floor tiles, looking very diligent, and asked curiously, "Are you the temple keeper here?"

"Temple priest?"

Wu Xiaoer repeated the word in a daze.

There is no temple priest in the Jile Temple.

But Wu Xiaoer suddenly felt that being a temple keeper was a good thing, because temple keeper were closer to the gods enshrined in the temple than ordinary people.

He bared his teeth and picked up a pole: "Yes, I am the temple priest here! You bastards have messed up the Jile Temple, why don't you get out of here right now?!"

He had a bad attitude, was an unkempt, ferocious-looking old man, and the honest farmers did not dare to say anything.

So they put out the fire, picked up a few bags of sweet potatoes, and hurried to find another place to rest.

Wu Xiaoer turned to the statue and smiled flatteringly: "Look, God, I've driven away the flies that disturb your peace! You are a high and mighty god, so it's inconvenient for you to personally handle many things. I am willing to be your envoy in the human world, and I am willing to be your eyes and ears for gathering information. As long as you want, I can do anything for you!"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully: "Please, for my sincerity, accept me as your disciple. I will practice hard and will never let you down!"

Yue Li frowned in disgust.

He stepped out of the altar and said violently: "I've already said that you don't have the capital to cultivate immortality! I will not accept you as my disciple!"

"God!" Wu Xiaoer saw him step out of the altar with his own eyes, and couldn't help but admire him even more. He quickly knelt on the ground and tightly grasped his robe. "God, although I have a very poor foundation, I am very motivated! If you don't believe me, you can test me. I can pass any test! I beg you, God, please accept me as your disciple! I know that you are different from those dead people in Wendao Academy. You will definitely be able to recognize a good horse like me!"

"roll!"

Yue Li became more and more angry. He kicked him away and left the Jile Temple with his hands in his pockets.

Wu Xiaoer lay on the ground, watching him walk away, his wrinkled face full of unwillingness.

He clenched his fists and muttered to himself: "This must be a test from the gods. If I give up now, I will never become a god!"

Thinking of this, he jumped up as if he had been given an injection of chicken blood.

He visited all the nearby temples of bliss.

He worked diligently and cleaned all the Pure Land temples thoroughly.

But it was no use. When he was beaten to death by several hooligans who broke into the temple, he struggled to crawl to the side of the altar, stretched out his bloody hands, and carefully and reverently touched the boots of the statue.

He raised his head tremblingly, tears and blood intertwined on his old face: "God, during this period of time, I have always been diligent and conscientious, and I think I have served you very well. Doesn't this prove my loyalty to you? Why are you still unwilling to accept me as your disciple? I will work hard to practice, please accept me as your disciple..."

Yue Li was already very impatient.

Considering that Wu Xiaoer had helped him clean up the temple, he turned into a ball of light and landed in the temple, driving out the group of hooligans who were planning to kill Wu Xiaoer.

He coldly reminded Wu Xiaoer: "Your life span is coming to an end and you will soon turn into dry bones. You should quickly buy a coffin and bury yourself!"

Wu Xiaoer's eyes widened in disbelief: "Is my life coming to an end?!"

He hasn't accomplished anything in his life, so how come he's almost dead? !

He hasn't yet cultivated to become an immortal!
His face was full of panic. He grabbed Yue Li's robe and wanted to beg for something, but Yue Li kicked him away.

Wu Xiaoer watched him disappear from his sight, and his hands could not help but dig deeply into the floor tiles, until all ten fingers were covered in blood and bones were exposed.

He was not reconciled.

Why can others practice but he can't? !
He has been humble and looked down upon in Wendao Academy for thirty years. He should make a name for himself!
Some banned books he had read in the library of the academy came to his mind, and he couldn't help but come up with a plan.

At that time, there were twelve eminent monks living in Changle Pagoda and Weiyang Pagoda. He found them and said that he had discovered a big monster.

He said that the deity worshipped in the Paradise Temple was not a god at all, but a great demon, an evil god of the demon race!
In fact, he didn't know whether Yue Li was a god or a demon. He just exaggerated and made up many stories to make the monks believe that Yue Li was a demon. He knelt on the ground and begged the monks to subdue Yue Li as soon as possible to prevent him from continuing to harm the people.

It was also a coincidence that although Yue Li was the benefactor who helped the Gu Song royal family to establish the country, as his reputation among the people grew, he even had a tendency to overshadow the royal family, which made the royal family at that time very wary of him.

When the news that Yue Li was the evil god reached the ears of the Gusong royal family, they had a reason to get rid of Yue Li.

Twelve monks set up a formation between two ancient pagodas and invited Yue Li over.

They imprisoned him but could not kill him, so they sent him north of the Demon Wall.

Faith collapsed, and all the temples of bliss in the world were smashed.

This incident is known in history as the Jile Temple Case.

But there are still people in remote areas who believe in Jile Temple and Yueli.

So Wu Xiaoer set up a formation behind the statue according to what was written in the banned books of the academy, and took over the incense burning on behalf of Yue Li.

He also cut off one of his hands and sent the five finger bones to the five most popular temples or monasteries, so that they could better receive the incense from all over the world and prolong his life.

Yue Li said that his life was coming to an end.

But he lived among those incense sticks for a hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years...

He is no longer the down-and-out and lowly Wu Xiaoer, he has transformed into the famous and renowned wizard!

He even gave himself a new and more stylish name, Wu Xiaoai!
It’s a pity that he is ultimately a mortal. Although his soul is alive, his body has been corroded by time.

He needed a new body.

He needs a divine body that can compete with time.

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