Regardless of Han, Wei, or Wu, most of the gods and immortals privately worshiped by the people in Guizhou are regarded as obscene sacrifices and will be arrested.
The establishment of Zhongyi Temple has established a spiritual belief for the people of Nanxiang, so there are not many people coming there on weekdays.
As Nanxiang became prosperous and material life improved, spiritual needs naturally emerged. The emergence of Zhongyi Temple responded to the spiritual needs of the people in Nanxiang in a timely manner.
Therefore, Zhongyi Temple is a place of faith for the knights, and for others, it is also a place to find spiritual solace.
The green smoke of the Boshan furnace rose in curls. The girl added some spices to it, then stood in front of the statues of the two monarchs and worshiped devoutly.
Then she raised her head and her eyes fell on Zhang Fei, who was holding a Zhangba snake spear in both hands, with a look of admiration and sadness in his eyes.
After a long time, the maid next to me came over and reminded her in a low voice, "Madam."
Only then did the girl wake up, wiped the tears from her eyes, smiled apologetically at the people waiting to worship behind her, turned around and walked out.
When the man behind saw the girl's appearance clearly, his expression was startled, and he seemed to be in a trance: Women with such appearance are really rare.
Just seeing that she was dressed luxuriously and there were many servants waiting in the front yard, he knew that she must be the wife of a big family that he could not afford to offend.
Watching the woman walk out of the ancestral hall, the man couldn't help but walked to the front courtyard and quietly asked the servant who cleaned the ancestral hall, "Which family does that little lady belong to?"
Before the servant could answer, he only heard someone next to him say a heavy "hmm" and said dissatisfiedly, "Who are you?"
The man followed the sound and saw a ranger walking over with a sword on his waist and looking at him warily.
The man looked panicked at first, and then looked around. Then he remembered that this was Nanxiang or the Zhongyi Temple, and weapons were not allowed to be used at will. Then he became brave and said, "Who do you care about me?"
You Xiaer sneered, "Normally I don't care who you are, but if you dare to ask about Mrs. Zhang here, I dare to care about you and tell you! What are your intentions?"
"Miss Zhang?"
The ranger's voice was a little louder, and many people nearby looked over. Several rangers also gathered around with weapons in hand, "Second brother, what's going on? Is there some blind thief who dares to attack Zhang?"
What’s your idea, little lady?”
"Zhang...Ms. Zhang?"
The man was speechless, seeing not only the rangers, but also several young Confucian scholars rolling up their sleeves. He finally panicked and secretly wondered who this little lady was in Nanxiang? How could she be so popular?
"Tell me! Why are you asking about Mrs. Zhang?"
The first ranger came over and asked fiercely, "If you don't tell me why, there is no way you can get out of this Zhongyi Temple safely!"
"I'm just curious..."
"Curious? I think you are lustful!"
"Unjustly accused!"
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Zhang Xingyi had already led people out of the ancestral hall gate, so she didn't know that someone inside was making a fuss because of her.
"Madam, should we go back home or book a private room?"
the maid asked softly.
"Forget it, let's go back home. Today is the end of the month, right? There will be many people coming to the ancestral hall, so we shouldn't join in the fun."
Zhang Xingyi shook his head and said.
After saying that, she was about to get in the car and drive when she suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. Her expression changed and she looked intently. Sure enough, she was not dazzled.
Zhang Xingyi was taken aback, with a look of panic on his face, and hurriedly rushed towards him, "Uncle, why are you here?"
Although the man who is called uncle has gray temples, he has an elegant temperament, a handsome face, and a tall stature. Even though he is old, he is still a handsome old man. He is Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty.
Beside him was a man in his thirties, who was quite majestic. He was Ma Su, the prefect of Hanzhong.
Neither of them wore official uniforms, only Confucian uniforms. It seemed that they were incognito for a private visit.
Behind them, there were several followers, all of whom had sharp eyes and looked extremely capable, with weapons hanging on their waists.
"Si Niang? Why are you here?"
When Zhuge Liang saw Zhang Xingyi, he was a little surprised. Then he looked at the Zhongyi Temple and finally came to his senses.
He smiled and said, "I just came from Nanzheng, and I'm worried that I don't know the way. It's been more than a year since Siniang came to Nanxiang, right? I think she must be familiar with it. Can you show me this place where monsters are rampant?"
Zhang Xingyi looked around nervously and said in a low voice, "Uncle knows that demons are rampant in Nanxiang, so why do you act like a white dragon fish? Isn't it dangerous?"
"Don't scare your uncle." Zhuge Liang smiled nonchalantly, "Nanxiang is rampant with demons, not evil people. I heard people say that even a ranger must abide by the rules when they go to Nanxiang. Where is the danger?"
"I'm just afraid that there are some ungrateful people."
Zhang Xingyi still tried to persuade him.
"As long as we don't know our identities, how can we be so ungrateful?" Zhuge Liang waved his hand, "Don't worry, I know what's going on."
Zhang Xingyi had no choice but to turn around and look at the ranger who was standing far away at the gate of the ancestral hall, looking over here intentionally or unintentionally. He could only nodded and said, "In that case, my uncle will stay with me."
"Prime Minister, there is someone watching over there."
Seeing that the Prime Minister was about to go to the ancestral hall, the guard behind him reminded him.
"It doesn't matter, those are all the rangers who gathered at the ancestral hall. They are protecting me."
Zhang Xingyi explained.
Zhuge Liang followed Zhang Xingyi to the ancestral hall. When he heard this, he asked with interest, "How can Si Niang control these knights?"
"How can I have such ability?" Zhang Xingyi smiled, "This Loyalty Hall was originally built by the rangers to worship..."
Speaking of this, Zhang Xingyi was vague, "As well as Uncle Guan and Sir, I also contributed a little bit during the construction, so I got the glory."
Several people crossed the gate, and the ranger who was wandering at the gate deliberately avoided them.
"This place is huge."
Zhuge Liang looked at the vestibule, then pointed to both sides of the vestibule, "How come there are so many wing rooms in the ancestral hall?"
"Some are used for reading, and some are used as gathering places for visitors from out of town. If there are more people, the open space in the front yard will be used, so the place is larger."
Zhang Xingyi explained, "If someone comes from afar and doesn't have money or food for a while, they can come here to help sweep the floor or something, and they are allowed to sleep in it at night."
"Visitor from out of town?"
Zhuge Liang didn't quite understand.
"Well, for example, there are those in Longxi, Liangzhou, Guanzhong, Jincheng, Nanzhong, and even Guandong. Most of them are those who want to join a group to do business, or pass news to each other, win over affection, etc., most of them will
We’re here to have a banquet.”
"I heard that some people have specially reserved a private room as a long-term contact venue. It can also be regarded as providing some money and food to the ancestral hall, so that the ancestral hall can afford to hire people to help clean it."
After Zhuge Liang heard this, his heart moved, "Doesn't it mean that we can get a lot of news about the north and the south here?"
"Maybe, I don't know much about it. But a few days ago, someone spread the news here, saying that the north is planning to reintroduce the five-baht currency. Many people are happy, saying that buying and selling will be more convenient. I don't know.
Is it real."
Zhuge Liang and Ma Su looked at each other and saw horror in each other's eyes. They had just learned about this news, but they didn't expect it to spread here.
At this time, I saw a man running past several people in embarrassment, and someone behind him yelled, "Where did you come from, a dirty green-skinned guy? How dare you not put away your dirty thoughts when you come to a place like Zhongyi Temple? I can't beat you to death!"
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"That's right! Our reputation has been ruined by these people!"