Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 218, Praying in the Temple, the Ascetic Monk's Prophecy to Sang Wen and Liu Ying
This represents the attitude of the ascetic monks of Qing Temple towards Liu Hong, which is gentle and polite, but also rejecting him.

The temples never interfere in human affairs, and their ascetics are no exception.

Unless one day, there is a small industrial revolution similar to the one Ye Qingmei brought about in Jiangnan.

The chief priest and the second priest have never returned since they followed the temple messenger to capture Wuzhu.

Probably I can't come back.

In front of Wuzhu, the strongest robot in the temple, even a ninth-grade robot could be defeated with just a stick.

Liu Hong laughed and gently took out a crystal clear glass bottle from his arms.

There was a small layer of soil inside, with a slight golden sheen.

When the third priest saw the bottle, his face changed drastically. He took the bottle carefully and extracted some soil with a golden luster.

After burning it in the candle flame for a while, a magical scene happened.

The soil actually caught fire.

Liu Hong was not surprised at all. After all, what kind of blood could a temple messenger have? It was obviously motor oil!

"Sang Wen, take Liu Ying to the main temple to pray for blessings first. I will be there soon."

Sang Wen nodded, and, led by other ascetics, headed towards the main temple.

The three priests were filled with shock. Ever since the temple messenger disappeared, they had planned to look for him.

But the temple does not interfere in the affairs of the human world, including these ascetics.

He only maintains a high reputation in the world, but he doesn't actually have many people.

"Lord Pei Gong, please follow me to the secret room for a chat."

The third priest tried his best to calm himself and led Liu Hong into the secret room.

You have to know that this is a rare temple messenger. If the messenger disappears without a trace.

Will the temple abandon these useless monks?

"Where is the messenger?"

As soon as they entered the secret room, the third priest couldn't wait to speak and looked at Liu Hong nervously.

"Don't worry, he's fine! And the messenger has agreed to join forces with me."

Liu Hong did not directly reply to the three priests.

He would not leak the news about the temple messenger. What if there were Emperor Qing's spies among these ascetic monks?
"Impossible! The temple never interferes in human affairs."

The three priests flatly denied it, shaking their heads like rattles.
Liu Hong immediately asked back.

"Never?"

"there has never been!"

The third priest spoke in a firm tone.

"Then what happened in Taiping Villa 20 years ago? What happened at night in Kyoto a few months ago? As a temple priest, you should know better than me."

Liu Hong mercilessly exposed the blatant lies of this group of ascetic monks.

"The ally is also His Majesty, not Lord Pei Gong, you!"

The three priests remained calm, showing no embarrassment of having their lies exposed.

"Yes, but Fan Xian is His Majesty's son! His Majesty betrayed the Temple."

The secret room fell into silence, and the three priests began to understand why the temple messenger was preparing to change his ally.

"In that case, what does Pei Gong want?"

The three sacrifices have a complex tone.

As a citizen of Qing, he certainly did not want to see the temple messenger and Emperor Qing falling out.

But he would devote himself to the temple, and since the alliance was broken, he had no choice but to obey.

"It's nothing, I just need Qing Miao to speak for me."

The third priest hesitated for a while and nodded with difficulty.

Liu Hong no longer hesitated and stood up and rushed towards the main temple.

Sang Wen hugged Liu Ying and looked a little panicked.

A young ascetic monk chattered incessantly and muttered in a mysterious way in front of Sang Wen.

After seeing Liu Hong, Sang Wen felt like he had seen a savior and quickly hid behind Liu Hong.

The ascetic smiled awkwardly and spread his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"Lord Peigong, I have no ill intentions. I just like the art of Feng Shui and I was just talking nonsense on a whim."

Liu Hong gently held Sang Wen in his arms, his eyes fixed.

"Mage?"

The sorcerer is quite rare in the world of Joy of Life. It is equivalent to a combination of street performers, Feng Shui masters, and alchemy Taoist priests.

As for a grandmaster like Ku He who has mastered magic, he is simply a rare talent.

Remember the Niulan Street assassination in the original novel? A seventh-rank mage could only harass Fan Xian, who was also a seventh-rank mage.

After Cheng Jushu died, he still wanted to pretend to be cool and leave in a cool manner, but he was nailed to death on the street by Fan Xian.

Therefore, the mage has a very low status in the world of Joy of Life, and is no different from a liar.

Liu Hongping couldn't take the wizard seriously at ordinary times, but it seemed that the wizard in the temple seemed to have some real stuff on him.

The young ascetic monk laughed awkwardly, but his face turned pale when he saw Liu Hong.

He left here quickly as if escaping.

It was as if Liu Hong was a flood or a beast.

"There's something wrong!"

Liu Hong curled his lips, not thinking that this wizard could see anything. After all, physiognomy could be said to be something quite mysterious.

Even Ku He, a grandmaster who had practiced for decades, couldn't figure it out, let alone this ascetic monk.

"Let's go!"

Liu Hong took Sang Wen back to the carriage.

Sang Wen hesitated for a long time, but finally spoke out what the ascetic monk said.

"Sir! That ascetic monk said that Liu Ying will be the emperor in the future."

Liu Hong cannot be denied, he has something.

However, the monks in the temple were too bold to dare to say such things out loud.

"But he is a weak and powerless king."

Liu Hong's eyes became more serious and he sighed.

Gently caressing the sleeping Liu Ying, perhaps this is the child's fate? Even if his mother is Fan Ruoruo and cannot become Empress Lu, it is a fate that cannot be changed.

I'm afraid that in the future it will not be the Lu family's abuse of power, but the rebelliousness of arrogant soldiers and generals, and the power-seeking actions of the poor and the bourgeoisie.

A weak emperor actually met Liu Hong's psychological expectations.

Seeing that Liu Hong looked calm and didn't say much, Sang Wen mustered up the courage to speak slowly.

"He also said that I would give birth to an emperor in the future..."

The sky above Kyoto was clear, but suddenly a loud thunder sounded out of nowhere.

Sang Wen was so scared that he immediately lowered his head and dared not say anything.

Liu Hong sighed and just hugged Sang Wen and Liu Ying in his arms.

He muttered to himself and sighed.

"It's not the time yet. It's not the time yet..."

Sang Wen put his head on Liu Hong's chest and said nothing more.

She vaguely understood why Liu Hong tried to avoid the birth of children every time they had sex.

Could it be that adults knew all this long ago?
That's right! After all, the Qing Temple is in Kyoto, and you may have been there.

Outside the Qing Temple, the three priests looked worried as they watched Pei Gong's carriage going farther and farther away.

He didn't dare to confront Emperor Qing, but the temple envoy was allied with Liu Hong, so he had to obey his orders.

It’s too tangled and painful!
The young ascetic banged against the pillar in panic.

The third priest frowned, feeling quite disappointed with his friend.

"Yu Ping! You are the future high priest, why are you so frivolous?"

The three priests were also helpless towards this ascetic monk.

There is a kind of people in the world who are born with a gift from God.

Some guys, even if they do nothing, their houses will be demolished and they will get a fortune.

If you are hungry, just go to the store and buy something and you can become a top internet celebrity of Cheese Snow Leopard with a stable job.

Yu Ping was the one who had a special premonition about physiognomy.

He is a good seedling who can help the temple maintain its magical image, so the priests in the temple have designated him as the future high priest.

Now seeing him being so frivolous, the three priests were naturally angry.

There was still a look of panic on Yu Ping's face, and his speech was unclear.

"Master of Sacrifice, Peipei... Pei Gong..."

(End of this chapter)