Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 417 A Broken Tree

The branches are hard in winter.

It is not easy to break.

Especially the small white hands of the young and beautiful woman.

Shen Huangyu immediately looked at Li Yiren's hand.

Seeing that her hand was poked red by a hard branch.

Shen Huang grabbed her hand.

Blow gently.

Just like when he was a child, Li Yiren walked unsteadily, ran towards Emperor Shen, and then accidentally fell down in front of him.

Emperor Shen anxiously picked her up and asked her if she felt any pain from the fall. Seeing that her hand on the ground was a little worn out, he blew it gently again and again.

Although it didn't work.

But that was the first subconscious action of the parents.

A little cautious, a little gentle, a little worried.

Li Yiren also grew up in this environment little by little, and blended in here.

She is the only princess, she doesn't need Gongdou, she has everything.

At that time, Emperor Shen was still a stalwart man, with a smiling face, gentle and handsome.

Now, Emperor Shen has grown old, and the movement of holding her hand is still the same as before, still the same stupid, blowing his hand, it won't be good.

……

Suddenly there was lightning last night.

A big tree at the gate of Jingguo Holy Temple was broken.

Split by lightning.

This morning, countless believers have already come.

It is very cold in Jingguo in winter.

Poor families always try their best to wrap their clothes around their bodies.

Therefore, the people of Shen State always laughed at the people of Jing State. They couldn't even put on their clothes clearly, and they always hung on their bodies like a broken sack.

It also became a reason for the Shen people to look down on the Jing people.

Devout believers will bring a piece of cloth directly, of course it is not artificially woven, such cloth is expensive and not durable.

The cloth they bring is usually the entire fur of the animal, which is very durable.

Throwing on the ground, the whole person knelt down on the cloth, offering his whole body to the God of War.

Five-body cast.

That piece of cloth, where the knees and hands are, will soon wear out small pits one by one.

Oily and slippery.

In winter, there was a great monk, who seemed not afraid of the cold at all, wrapped in a thick red robe.

One arm is thinly exposed.

He held a dark iron rod in his hand.

Standing there, like a door god.

Although he looked ferocious, his eyes were gentle.

The believers passing by will subconsciously worship him.

Everyone knew that he was the master in the temple, but they didn't know why he was waiting at the door and who was he waiting for?

It rained heavily last night.

The ground is a little wet.

Not to mention that Jing country is always dry, the ground should be dry soon.

The believers didn't care about the coldness of the ground, they pushed their cloths and moved forward bit by bit.

Looking from a distance, it is a colorful scene, and the scene is very grand.

The broken tree at the gate of the temple was originally a dead tree.

It is covered with silk cloth strips offered by believers.

Butter lamps are burning under the tree all the year round.

This dead tree has already smelled like a god.

Seeing it break suddenly this morning freaked out a lot of people.

If the tree elsewhere is cut by lightning and thunder, it will be broken, but this tree is in front of the holy temple, so it has a lot of different meanings.

The believers are devout.

Sometimes being godly is not all good.

If you don't use it well, you become ignorant.

So this broken tree forced Emperor Jing to leave the palace.

Emperor Jing did not believe in these things in his heart.

It can be said that he has no fear of God, and he is God if he can use it, but he is just a handful of mud if he can’t.

But the people believed.

Moreover, the people and officials who believe in God will rule better.

Therefore, in the general direction, Emperor Jing also showed that he was a devout believer.

Although he is bloodthirsty, he is not stupid, nor is he killing indiscriminately.

After morning, he came.

Because early in the morning, three of the officials at the bottom had already talked about this matter.

Emperor Jing still decided to take a look.

Emperor Jing probably liked Prince Yun very much.

When you go out, you will definitely bring Prince Yun with you.

Unlike the time when Empress Bo and the crown prince died, everyone was afraid of Emperor Jing at that time.

Young officials would tremble and sway when they saw Emperor Jing.

But after having Prince Yun, Emperor Jing slowly changed.

There is no excitement and rage like when Empress Bo was alive.

There is no such indifference to the whole world when the prince is around, and the gentle focus on only one child.

At this moment, Emperor Jing looked very normal.

Can be angry and smile, serious and gentle.

His car arrived.

The believers separated automatically.

Looking at the serious Emperor Jing, he automatically worshiped.

And it is a five-body ceremony.

In their eyes, Emperor Jing and the God of War are at the same level, and Emperor Jing is the God of War in the world.

Emperor Jing just glanced at them, and they were so excited that they didn't raise their heads for a long time, worshiping and praying wholeheartedly.

All worship.

Emperor Jing walked in front, and Prince Yun walked behind him.

Jing Huang looked at the great monk standing at the gate of the temple.

He smiled and said: "He is your senior brother, he is very good, he feels like Shen Guo's Lu Wu, he should go to the army, not in the temple."

Prince Yun shook his head and said, "Brother is a real monk, he is not like me, he has a Buddha in his heart."

As they walked, they came under the broken tree.

Emperor Jing knew the reason just by looking at it.

It was originally a dead tree, with so many things hanging on it, and the lights under the tree were always smoldering, even if there was no thunder from last night, it would probably fall down one day.

It's just that the climate with thunder in winter is really not good.

If there is such a record in the past, I am afraid that the harvest will be poor in the coming year.

The last time there was thunder in winter was more than ten years ago.

That year there was a severe freeze, and the entire Jing Kingdom was in famine and chaos, and his elder brother was also pulled from the throne.

Jing Huang's face was serious and he fell into memory.

The believers automatically understand it as their emperor, and they have compassion for heaven and man.

Another pilgrimage.

Lower your body.

After watching the broken wood, Emperor Jing and Prince Yun entered the holy temple under the leadership of the great monk Ah Ba.

The temple gate was slowly closed.

The believers outside were still worshiping devoutly and did not get up because Emperor Jing left.

There are also believers in the temple.

These believers have been rigorously tested.

Becoming a believer in the holy temple is considered half a monk.

They abandon their wives, leave their parents and family, and practice piously in temples.

Lighting lamps, worshiping, and chanting sutras every day.

Seeing Emperor Jing and the prince coming, they still kept a low profile.

They have dedicated themselves to the god of war, they are servants of the god of war.

Walking through the long corridor, butter lamps were burning all the way.

The smell inside the temple is stronger.

Accompanied by the gorgeous paintings that have been burned and blackened all the way, it seems that the whole temple is sacred.

"Is your master in good health?" Emperor Jing glanced at the believers, but didn't say anything, but turned to ask the great monk.

The great monk nodded and said, "Master, he is in good health, but he doesn't want to come out."

Emperor Jing glanced at the great monk, his eyes were pure and bright, he couldn't believe it, this monk most resembled the God of War, but there was a child living in his heart.

His dead child is probably more scheming than him.

Seeing his hesitation, Jing Huang obviously had something to say, and said gently: "What do you want to say, but it doesn't matter."

The great monk said: "Wow, you have a miserable face. You have experienced thousands of sails in the world. I think you are very suitable to become a monk..."

(End of this chapter)