After a flash marriage, the abstinent snake husband stalks her every night

"Hurry up...get out..."

Song Zhen pretended to sound weak. She didn't really have a miscarriage, and it was not a good thing for her to lie in bed all the time.

Huo Yunzhou put away his doubts.

"Something is going on at the group right now. You should have a good rest. Send me a message when you wake up."

"it is good."

Song Zhen watched him get out of bed and put on his clothes.

The straight long legs, strong abdominal muscles, chest muscles, and the exquisite contours were all admired one by one.

In a few seconds he was dressed in a suit and tie, looking abstinent, elegant and cool.

Before leaving, Huo Yunzhou glanced at her.

She immediately acted uncomfortable, weak, and hanging on for a few breaths, which made him feel even more distressed.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

Afterwards, he asked the servant to come in and clean up the dishes, gave a few instructions, and then drove away from the villa.

Song Zhen heard the sound of a car driving away through the window. She got up, put on her clothes, locked the door, stuffed a pillow under the quilt, and then used the space symbol to flash out of the bedroom.

After landing, she came to Zongxuan Temple.

This is the largest Taoist temple in Kyoto, enshrining the largest statue of Tianzun in the entire Xia Kingdom.

Master Zhang thought she came to see him, and greeted her warmly, "Fairy, why are you in such a hurry? Did you come up with some new idea to make money?"

Their latest live broadcast is said to be free.

As a result, he made more money than all the previous orders for slaying ghosts and fortune-telling for wealthy people combined!

This is probably because the audience group of civilians is large, and a rich man's investment of 1 million is not as good as an average reward of yuan from million civilians.

Master Zhang's mind is full of getting rich, and he's just waiting for Song Zhen to go on a live broadcast to tell fortunes.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhen was not interested in discussing the business plan. She got straight to the point and said, "I want to borrow the Tianzun Temple for a while. During this time, I need to close the gate and refuse anyone to enter the temple. Please help me."

"Tianzun Palace?"

Master Zhang frowned, "Fairy, most of the pilgrims in Zongxuan Temple come here for Tianzun. If you suddenly close Tianzun Temple, the loss will be huge!"

"I'll just borrow it for two hours."

After saying that, Song Zhen took out his mobile phone and transferred a large sum of money to Zhang Zhenren.

Money makes the world go round, and Song Zhen is always generous with money when he knows it will bother others.

Zhang Zhenren's expression immediately turned enthusiastic: "No problem, I'll give the order right away."

Five minutes later, the staff of the temple transferred the pilgrims to other halls on the grounds that "Tianzun Hall needed to be cleaned and would be temporarily closed for two hours."

Although the pilgrims complained, they did not dare to behave excessively in places where gods were worshipped.

Song Zhen was brought into the Tianzun Hall by Master Zhang.

It was completely empty inside.

"Auntie, two hours is okay, right?"

"Almost. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay. If you need any help, just give me a call."

After saying this, Master Zhang closed the door and locked it.

Song Zhen was the only one left in the spacious hall, which was nearly ten meters high.

Song Zhen walked step by step towards the majestic statue standing in the center.

This statue is eight meters tall and is inlaid with gold all over. Every inch of the gold skin has been carefully polished by craftsmen. The patterns on its body are even more ingenious. Some are as winding as rivers, and some are as steep and tall as mountains. Every part is full of artistic atmosphere.

There was a sense of majesty in his dark pupils, as if he were an almighty king looking down upon all living beings.

Facing Song Zhen's direct gaze, the towering statue exuded a chilling aura, and a command came faintly from the air: "How insolent!"

This sound is not real. To ordinary people, it may just be a gust of wind blowing past.

Song Zhen seemed to have heard that, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It is recorded in the ancient books of Ruoqingguan that the Way of Heaven is the vast will formed by the interweaving of all life forces, representing justice, authority and supreme power.

The natural disasters we know about, such as earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and tsunamis, are all divine punishments caused by people in the world who violate the will of heaven.

As for man-made disasters, such as epidemics and wars, it is also because people in the world violate the will of heaven, resulting in evil people coming to the world with heaven's punishment and bringing disaster to the people!

Everything seems invisible, but there are traces to follow.

For example, although the way of heaven has no entity, there are gods who preside over it throughout the ages.

This god is the Heavenly Lord before you.

Countless predecessors of the Xuanmen sect have discovered the secrets of heaven and wanted to have a dialogue with the Heavenly Lord to obtain his instructions, but few have succeeded. Even if they succeeded, that person would immediately ascend to heaven to prevent the secrets from leaking out.

Therefore, the only thing that was passed down was the "Heavenly Curse" with very little hope.

Even though the hope was slim, Song Zhen decided to give it a try.

She took out the golden talisman, arranged the array one by one, and chanted the spell:

"The mysterious essence of heaven, the mysterious essence of earth, the mysterious essence of gods, the mysterious essence of ghosts, help my body, and all my orifices will reach the sky!"

After the spell was cast, there was no unusual movement.

Song Zhen set up the Bagua Formation to increase the power of the spell, and then summoned the Tongtian Curse again.

The statue didn't react.

But she keenly noticed that the corners of the majestic mouth of the statue of the Lord of Heaven seemed to be raised slightly.

That tiny arc was filled with the arrogance, contempt, and ridicule of the god who controlled the fate of mortals and looked down upon ants!

And the deep pupils in the statue.

There was also a hint of sneer in his expression at this moment.

Song Zhen pursed his lips tightly, put down his hand that was casting the spell, and slowly walked towards the huge statue. Then, in front of the statue of Tianzun, he drew a "shit-spraying talisman" on the spot!

The talisman paper was a picture of a cesspool and feces that she had drawn herself.

Seeing this strange change, the originally arrogant statue suddenly exuded a deterrent aura.

"You dare!"

Song Zhen didn't hear the warning. She bit her back teeth and drove her spiritual power.

Raise the dung-spraying talisman to the top of the eight-meter-high statue.

From his mouth, the command fell: "Spray!"

Instantly, a dark brown fountain gushed out from the golden talisman...

The next second, the statue's expression suddenly changed, and its eyes were filled with murderous intent. The brown fountain was shaken back into the golden talisman before it fell on the statue.

In this way, the statue was kept spotless.

Song Zhen narrowed his eyes and bowed to the statue: "Greetings to the Heavenly Lord."

Bow to you!

I almost got sprayed with shit by her just now!

The statue of the God of Heaven was awe-inspiring, and an invisible force caused Song Zhen's heart and lungs to ache.

Song Zhen was fearless and said neither servilely nor arrogantly, "It was me who angered the Heavenly Lord today, but if the Heavenly Lord had not teased a mortal like me first, how could I have been left with no way out and had to take an extreme approach and do something so outrageous?"

"hehe."

There was a low laugh all around.

Song Zhen continued: "If the Heavenly Lord ignores my request, I will come here to spray feces every day."

"!"

The lips of the Tianzun statue finally moved.

"Death, no fear?"

"If the Lord could kill me, I'd already be dead, wouldn't I?"

Song Zhen asked back, it is obvious that even if divine punishment is to be brought down, the Venerable One who controls the way of heaven must do it through the hands of sin.

At least he couldn't kill her here!

Therefore, Song Zhen knew very well that the pain in his internal organs was just an illusion and would not cause any actual harm.

The statue of Tianzun laughed coldly again.

There was a hint of helplessness in the laughter.

Song Zhen bowed again, his tone still respectful: "As long as the Heavenly Lord can untie the knot in my life, I will kowtow and burn incense for you every day!"

Tianzun didn't say anything else.

But an old-looking scroll suddenly appeared under Song Zhen's feet.

The moment she bent down to pick it up, a distant picture that did not belong to this era emerged in her mind...

……

at the same time.

Huo’s Group, Huo Yunzhou had just finished an important group meeting.

The first thing he did when he came out of the conference room was to check his cell phone. In order to prevent anyone from bullying Song Zhen when he was away, he placed a surveillance camera in the room.

However, when the surveillance video showed her carrying a large pillow and stuffing it into the quilt.

Then it disappeared into thin air...

Didn't she just have a miscarriage? Wasn't she still in the period of confinement? Did she... run away?

Also, she was clearly too weak to take care of herself in front of him.

Why did she jump up and down and look so energetic as soon as he left?

Huo Yunzhou's deep gaze gradually tightened.