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Because of the formation, no one knew what happened in Jiuju Palace that night except a few people involved.

Early in the morning of the second day, after bathing and burning incense, the pilgrims came to the main hall and lined up to burn incense.

The people in the queue at the back didn’t know what was happening in the front. They only saw the expressions on the faces of the people coming out of the pilgrimage, which they couldn’t understand.

At this solemn moment, no one whispered or talked to each other. Even if there were many doubts in their hearts, no one would violate taboos at this time.

Zhu Jiu and Murong Xi, on the other hand, did the opposite and came to the cafeteria, where they ordered many dishes amidst the shocked looks of the chefs, waiters and maids.

Although there is no explicit order to eat vegetarian food in the Changsheng Temple, pilgrims who come to worship are all aware of eating very light food.

Only today, two weirdos came. Not only did they come to the cafeteria during the incense-burning time, but they also ate a lot of food, both meat and vegetables.

The person in charge of the kitchen gave a wink to the chefs, and they began to work quickly.

The person in charge left the cafeteria from the back door, dragged his fat body, trotted all the way to the office of the guard army, and found the leader, "General He, it's bad, there are two people in the cafeteria who don't know how to live or die and want to challenge us.

Ah, no, I said it wrong, there were two people who came and seemed to be causing trouble."

He Sen put down the letter in his hand, his resolute face gave people a feeling that he was not someone to be trifled with.

"Master Zhao, what's going on?"

The chubby canteen manager, Master Zhao, vividly described the time when Zhu Jiu and the others arrived at the canteen, as well as all the operations that took place, and did not forget to add his own speculations.

He Sen: "They just ordered food, nothing else?"

Master Zhao shook his head, and the flesh on his face swayed. "Just order two dishes, and then wait to eat."

He Senmo rubbed his fingers and said, "Since there is no explicit regulation that prohibits eating during incense burning time, and the types of food, then it cannot be considered as someone making trouble.

However, we cannot take it lightly. No one who intends to do harm is allowed in the Changsheng Temple.

You go back and do your job first, I will go meet them later."

"Hey, good!"

Its round and chubby body bumped into the door frame when it ran out.

He Sen's resolute face twitched stiffly when he saw Master Zhao's shaking fat.

He Sen concentrated and calmed himself, feeling the changes in the Changsheng Temple that were different from the past. Others might not be able to notice it, but his previous position as the commander of the Jinyiwei was not in vain, and his training on the battlefield was not in vain.

But since he noticed the change, he had conducted a thorough inspection. The only difference he could see with his own eyes was that the statue in Jiugui Temple had changed.

But where did the change come from? He had no idea.

And this change was for the better, because he could clearly feel the pain from the illness he had sustained on the battlefield, and he felt a little loose.

He Sen tied the note he wrote to the pigeon's leg and released the pigeon with a serious expression.

When He Sen arrived at the cafeteria, all he saw were two slender figures eating heartily.

Behind a cylinder, there was a fat body holding a large iron spoon and trembling all over.

He Sen wanted to hold his forehead with his hand. With your body, just such a small cylinder, is there any need for you to hide?

Isn't this just taking off your pants to fart?

He Sen walked to the table where Zhu Jiu and the others were eating and stood still. Zhu Jiu said without even looking up, "Refuse to share the table. Pick another place."

Hesen: ...

"Excuse me, it's incense time now, why are you eating so much here?

Since you have come to the Changsheng Temple, I hope you can show some respect to Lord Zhu Jiu."

Zhu Jiu took a bite of the braised pig's trotter, raised his head and said incoherently with a mouthful of oil, "It's also said that I can't eat it?

We were just having a quiet meal. We didn't disturb anyone else and we didn't say anything bad to Lord Zhu Jiu. How can that be disrespectful?

Besides, if we are not allowed to eat, then why do you prepare these recipes and ingredients in the cafeteria?"

He Sen: "It is prepared for pilgrims to eat, but now is the time to burn incense. You come to the Changsheng Temple instead of burning incense, and come here to eat first. Isn't this unreasonable?"

"Who said that you have to burn incense when you come to Changsheng Temple?

Can't I stop here for a night?

I'm hungry and have nowhere to eat. Can't I have a meal here?

Or is it because I don’t have the money to donate? So I can’t live and eat here?”

He Sen: "Master Zhu Jiu had the world in his heart when he was alive. If you really have difficulties, it is okay to take a break and have a meal.

The incense money is just a token of everyone's appreciation. No one will force you to donate a lot or a little, or not donate at all, and the pilgrims who come here will not be treated differently.

But if you want to make trouble, then consider your own worth."

Zhu Jiu coughed twice, [Before he died? Tsk! Although I am still alive, I am already dead.]

[Caring about the world? Tsk! You may not believe it, but I am actually a very selfish person. ]

Zhu Jiu wiped his hands, took out a letter and threw it to He Sen, "Read it yourself!"

[Actually, I don’t even know what I wrote? ]

He Sen glanced at Zhu Jiu, unfolded the letter, and saw the signature, and immediately became respectful.

After reading the letter with both hands, he placed it on the table, knelt on one knee with a plop, supported himself with one hand, placed the other on his knee, and bent over, "General Hesen, I pay my respects to you, sir."

If it was any other imperial envoy who ate so abnormally, He Sen would not be so respectful and would only regard it as the despicable and arrogant behavior of those pedantic people.

But this person is not only the imperial envoy, but also the real Lord Zhu Jiu himself!

He Sen's heart was already in turmoil, it turned out that Lord Zhu Jiu really became a god.

Lord Zhu Jiu has returned to the human world. No wonder the statues in Jiugui Temple have become holy and flawless. The changes in Changsheng Temple can also be explained.

Master Zhao, the fat chef hiding behind the small pillar, was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

Could these two girls be princesses?

But even a princess cannot cause trouble in the Changsheng Temple.

Lord Zhu Jiu is their family's savior, and he would never allow anyone to come here and cause trouble.

This General He looks quite intimidating at ordinary times, but why is he so useless at the critical moment?

Humph! At the critical moment, it is still Zhao Panghu who has to take action.

Master Zhao came out from behind the small pillar with a big iron spoon in his hand, looking very heroic and confident. Every time he took a step, his fat body would shake three times.

However, before he could come over, He Sen gave him a look, and the fat chef fell to his knees with his round knees.

"Hehehe! I have verified it myself, this ground is a bit slippery, really a bit slippery. It needs to be improved, otherwise it will be bad for pilgrims to fall.

Um, let me ask you guys, is there anything else you need?"