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"Red pupils came to this world! They are the chosen ones!"

In the hundreds of villages around Qingshan, the villagers yelled one after another, one to ten, ten to one hundred, the good news soon spread to the capital, and then to the palace, attracting everyone to celebrate.Red pupils are rare in a century, for Jirui!

"Emperor's oral order: This son is crowned with Yao's surname, and the national teacher personally named him "Lichen". Parents sacrificed blood to cleanse their bodies, and built temples to offer incense. I hereby—"

Holding the jade scroll in both hands, the father-in-law leaned slightly to read the imperial decree, and his sharp voice dragged the end of the sound for a long time.

"Grassmen lead the decree to thank you! Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

The couple who were sentenced to death showed joy on both sides and respectfully kowtowed to receive the decree. For them, this was the blessing of the ancestral graves and the virtues accumulated in countless lifetimes. The name stays in history.

Not to mention the villagers, such a dilapidated place has attracted an imperial decree, it must be that every inch of land run over by the palace carriages will be plated with gold, and it will be luxuriant and radiant.

"When the gods come to the world, they will surely ensure the order of the world!"

"When the gods come to the world, they will surely keep the flames of war extinguished!"

"When the gods come to the world, they will surely ensure the harvest of the crops!"

"..."

Thus, Wei Lichen was born in a prosperous age and became a god sought after by the world.

To Ming Dynasty two years, midsummer.

"Don't be rude when you go in later... Keep your back straight!"

The person in charge of the temple is an unmarried man in his 40s named Li Shuo, who is very self-reliant.It is rumored that he got up earlier than chickens in the morning, just to absorb the aura of heaven and earth in the morning, sitting in lotus to cultivate his body, thinking of becoming a fairy.

It's just that he thought about it for 20 years and he was still so mediocre.

Whenever someone in the village asked about him, he would just put down four words: "To do nothing."

I'm afraid it's not crazy.

Mo Hansheng didn't like dealing with such people. He never believed in any ghosts and gods. When he was told to personally guard the living gods in the temple, he almost wanted to run out of the village.

"Why did you choose me?"

"Don't sign with me, I don't understand." Li Shuo sniffed his nose twice, not annoyed, "From today onwards you will live with me, except for sleeping time, you must stay in the temple at all times."

He also doesn't like Mo Hansheng, as everyone knows that this kid has no father or mother since he was a child, and he is still a mute.The kind-hearted people in the village took pity on Mo Hansheng at first, and took turns taking care of him for a period of time. When he was old enough to make soy sauce, he would earn some money by running errands and doing rough jobs to support himself.

Li Shuo didn't dislike Mo Hansheng because of this, he was not too lofty a person, but he thought that Mo Hansheng was in a difficult situation and would cultivate a mediocre nature from suffering, but the reality was quite different.I don't know when, Mo Hansheng started to suffer from the habit of fighting. He taught all the boys who went from house to house, no matter if they were older or younger than him, the only thing he could boast about was that he didn't beat women, otherwise it would be a real shame. asshole.

Mo Han's practice makes perfect, and he has developed a good skill just by playing.He is now seventeen years old, and the villagers hope that he will be able to keep his body clean and not waste the efforts of other boys with bruised noses and swollen faces. After some discussion, they decided to send him to the temple to guard Wei Lichen, who is the same age as him.

After all, there was an order from the national teacher. Before Wei Lichen was seventeen, he could only spend one evening in the village for a stick of incense in January. After the seventeenth, the time and distance increased, but he still had to be accompanied by someone when he traveled. Someone has to look after them too.

"Here we are." Li Shuo paused, pointed to the building in front of him, and said with a bit of envy, "As expected, the late emperor asked someone to build it, but it's different."

Mo Hansheng was already stunned. The temple in front of him was far away from the bungalows where the villagers lived. The area was not large, but the appearance was so exquisite that it was breathtaking.It is based on red lacquer, covered with gold flowers, and the beams are all made of agarwood, and the slanted kisses flying on both sides of the top are particularly conspicuous.

The censer outside the door is full of incense, and many of them only burn a little bit, probably from the incense that was burnt not long ago.

"I repeat, you must never do something disrespectful, blasphemy, it is a serious crime! You will be punished by God!" Li Shuo snapped back Mo Hansheng's thoughts, and entered the temple with him one after the other.

Mo Han felt nervous for no reason as soon as he stepped in. He swallowed his saliva, his heartbeat was unusual, and his pace slowed down a little, silently following behind Li Shuo.

There is not much difference between the interior and exterior decorations, but their movable area is only a few steps away, and there is a row of tall wooden piles resolutely blocking the front, as if the prison has been built into a magnificent appearance.

And a young man, sitting motionless on the ivory mat sideways, with a gold plate full of fruits and pastries on his legs, he tilted his head and squinted slightly when he heard the movement.

Almost instantly, Mo Hansheng knelt down on one knee, even he didn't know why.

Those are a pair of eyes that people dare not even take a second look——

Although slender but not small, the tips of the eyes are slightly raised, and under the thick eyelashes are scarlet pupils, like a raging flame, which can burn clean even the human bone marrow.

Li Shuo was slightly stunned, thinking that Mo Hansheng had heard his words to the bottom of his heart, and immediately knelt down with his legs, explaining Mo Hansheng's background to Wei Lichen.

Mo Hansheng hung his head and didn't hear a word. After he realized it, he stood up again with a 'swish', really feeling that his behavior just now was so stupid.

He quickly looked at the other party from the distance between the stakes. The young man was dressed in ice-blue Luo Yi, his head was full of white hair, his skin was as smooth and white as porcelain, and his whole body except his eyes looked colorless, thin and cold.

Mo Hansheng really didn't believe in the existence of gods in the world, but he felt that if there were, they should be like the young man in front of him.

He looked away, but the soul was still on its way back to its place, so that Li Shuo leaned close to his ear and shouted several times before he heard it.

"What's wrong?" Mo Hansheng signed in sign language.

"It's not that you said don't sign with me, I don't understand." Li Shuo lowered his voice and said angrily, "This is the key, one inside and the other outside, lock the door and come back before Haishi. If you want to go out during the day, don't run far Well, it’s best not to exceed two hours, if you haven’t seen anyone for too long, something serious will happen.”

Li Shuo did not elaborate on what the major event was.

Mo Hansheng took the key and nodded, indicating that he knew "this is the key" instead of the second half of the sentence.

In the end Li Shuo turned around and left neatly. There were only two teenagers left in the huge temple, and the one behind the stake looked indifferent from beginning to end and said nothing.

Mo Hansheng was a real dumb person, so he had nothing to say, so he could only do his job as a gatekeeper, and sat cross-legged on the ground with his knees leaning on the wooden stake.

"Who made you sit down?"

The boy's voice is very special, and he can't help but associate it with the first rain in summer. It is clean, crisp, and a little immature.

Mo Hansheng didn't expect the other party to speak suddenly, and immediately followed the prestige: "Then what should I do?"

There was a rustling sound as the sleeves of both hands rubbed against each other, Wei Lichen frowned slightly and said, "Don't sign language, I can't understand it either."

Mo Hansheng had a headache.

"Come in." Wei Lichen issued the order immediately, with a tone that could not be refused.

Mo Hansheng thought for a moment, and then slowly opened the door built on the wooden pile. The other party seemed impatient and urged him a few words.

"It's really troublesome." Mo Hansheng secretly cursed.

Wei Lichen still jumped out two words: "Sit down."

Mo Hansheng imitated him to sit on his knees.

Wei Lichen: "Come closer."

Mo Hansheng moved forward.

"What's your name?" Wei Lichen seemed to have heard that person mention his name just now, but he didn't listen too carefully, and forgot about it when he turned his head. Currently, he only vaguely remembered five words, "serve you" and "dumb".

In fact, what Li Shuo said was "take care of", and Wei Lichen's ears changed by themselves.

When Mo Hansheng heard the words, he grabbed Wei Lichen's hand, and was about to write in his palm, but he couldn't understand sign language. He should understand how to write, right?

"Who allowed you to touch me?" Wei Lichen changed color in embarrassment, "Also, I can't read."

Mo Hansheng let go of his hand, his head hurt even more.

As an orphan, he learns a little bit from the villagers every day, and there is no problem with basic handwriting. In front of him is a god who is known by everyone, but he can't read?

The next second, the illiterate immortal added complacently, "You can just think about it in your heart, I can hear you."

Mo Hansheng was stunned for a moment, and goosebumps stood up suddenly. These words were really shocking, and he needed time to digest them.

Doesn't that mean that from the moment he came in, everything he thought in his heart was peeped clearly?

Really a fairy? ?

"It's not peeping."

"..."

Wei Lichen was dissatisfied with Mo Hansheng's name, and commented mercilessly: "Mo Hansheng, it sounds like a poor life."

Mo Hansheng couldn't refute. After all, what the other party said was reasonable. He still lives in a small thatched hut, which can be said to be the same as the temple. I don't know if Li Shuo's house will be better.

The origin of the name is just because he was born in Dongyue, where the weather was cold, and his parents didn't think so much when they named him.

Mo Hansheng tried to change the subject, and asked the other party's name in his heart, Wei Lichen told him after a while, I don't know whether it was disdain or... disdain.

"You have the same surname as the emperor?" Mo Hansheng asked casually.

Wei Lichen didn't answer, but stretched out his hands unexpectedly, touched Mo Hansheng's brow bone with one hand, pinched his nose with the other, and looked carefully.

Mo Hansheng thought that Wei Lichen probably wanted to pinch his chin to fix it, and reminded him quietly: "Well, you pinched my nose."

"...I know." Wei Lichen hesitated for a while, then snorted coldly after a while, "You're really ugly."

Wei Lichen's fingertips were cold enough to seep into flesh and blood, and it was a scorching day, so Mo Hansheng felt comfortable to touch.

Can't stand the other party's words are even more mean and cold.

The corners of Mo Hansheng's mouth twitched two or three times. He always wore black cloth clothes, and his hair was not long, so it was tied into a ponytail and hung behind him.He doesn't know whether he's handsome or not, he doesn't have the concept, but even though his poor jingle bells ring, there are still girls in the village who write him love letters.

So Mo Hansheng felt that he was not ugly, at least he was full of righteousness with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

But the one who spoke was a "fairy", so if he said ugly, he was ugly.

Taking a closer look like this, Mo Hansheng saw Wei Lichen's eyes more clearly, and compared to the panic he didn't understand at the beginning, his heart was much calmer.

I don't know if it's Mo Hansheng's illusion, he felt that Wei Lichen's expression was somewhat slack, and it was——

There seemed to be something missing in such beautiful eyes.

...what is it then?

Mo Hansheng couldn't tell.