Chapter 23
Yanagisawa was confused, soaking in the hot spring. He still couldn't figure out how things turned out like this.
Beside the hot spring, a little boy in cool clothes knelt tremblingly, not daring to raise his head: "Xingjun, let me rub your back."
"Ah?" Liu Ze was brought back to his senses from his trance. "Ah, no need. Go find Yan Shiliu and call him over."
A group of lightly dressed girls were arranged to serve him before, but he asked those girls to leave. According to today's standards, those girls were underage. If a group of women were to serve him in taking a bath, his whole body would become stiff.
After driving that group of people out, they sent this little boy here and ordered people to serve him, but he didn't have such a hobby.
"Yes." The little boy answered in a steady voice, his eyes filled with frustration as he lowered his head. He was a slave and never thought that he would come to the Temple of God one day. Now he has become an ordinary slave, a slave of God.
He was depressed because God seemed to have no need of him. Even if he became God's slave, he would still be a useless waste.
The reason why he was chosen to serve was very simple. It seemed that God did not need the service of those saints. He was cleaning the garden at the time and was the closest, so he was sent in for emergency. He thought he could touch the Star Lord, but it turned out that the slave was too dirty. He had cleaned himself very cleanly.
The place where Liu Ze is now is called Xinggong Pavilion, on the top of the mountain behind the imperial city. The palace is small but very exquisite, and is entirely carved with white stone.
He was invited in by force. Everyone present at the time was kneeling down to worship him, calling for the Star God to come. He was so shocked by the scene that he was a little stunned.
If he wanted to leave, he had to take the man with facial paralysis down from the stage first. When he came down, he was greeted by an old man with a white beard who called himself Tianji, and a young man dressed in formal clothes and wearing a crown.
In accordance with the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young, even though he didn't understand what he said, Liu Ze still nodded politely in response.
If the old man was the comedian, the young man with the crown was the supporting actor. They kept talking, one sentence here, one sentence there. Liu Ze, caught between them, was a bit dazzled, occasionally picking out a few words from their language.
Who is the star official?
joke
Who chose Tianhong? Wasn’t he invited here by force?
What is identity verification?
How can you become a god by climbing up that high platform?
He will bring prosperity to this country? How could he not know it?
Does it matter to him whether this place is prosperous or not? He just came out to relax. His secret love failed, and he would have to go back to his master sooner or later.
What is the canon of the gods? It must be announced to all the vassal states.
What is a living sacrifice?
Before Liu Ze could figure out anything, he was taken by the two men and arrived at the palace on the top of the mountain in a daze.
At the door, Liu Ze was dragged in by a group of girls in white gauze. The two big liars stood at the door of the palace and went back without coming in.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have been stripped of his clothes if he had entered the door. He asked the girls to leave without anyone to wait on them. He soaked in the hot spring, his mind still in a daze.
Things happened so fast that he didn't even think it through. One thing was clear: these people had no hostility towards him. Just like Yan Shiliu, he had to be polite to them no matter how reluctant he was.
It just so happened that he had nowhere to go, and he couldn't go back to find his master right now, so he decided to stay here for a while.
Liu Ze came out of the hot spring without waiting for Yan Shiliu. He was wearing a wide white robe like a yukata, with many golden patterns and gemstone decorations on it, very similar to the jeweled cassock of Tang Monk. When he walked out, he saw several girls guarding the door.
"Greetings to the Star God." The girl in cool gauze bowed slightly. Liu Ze didn't know where to put his eyes. He was a gay and didn't want to look at her any more.
Where's the Star Lord? What a mess. Liu Ze complained in his heart, and asked calmly: "I just asked someone to find Yan Shiliu, why hasn't he come yet?"
"Replying to the Star Lord, adult men are not allowed to enter the Star Palace Pavilion. In order to fulfill the Star Lord's order and allow this assassin to enter the Star Palace Pavilion, he needs to be non-male." One of the girls answered with a smile.
"Ah?" A question mark appeared in Liu Ze's head.
Liu Ze had an exciting day, and Yan Shiliu could be said to have been played a trick by fate.
As soon as he came down from the altar, he was imprisoned and hung on the familiar rack. He didn't think about anything, he knew what was going to happen.
"You shouldn't be alive." The commander's familiar voice sounded, and the whip hit his back, bringing a familiar pain.
"The mission of a death soldier is to die. When the mission is completed, he should commit suicide instead of being deified." The whip fell like rain, and soon his skin was torn apart.
Yan Shiliu was like a piece of feelingless wood, not making a sound, only the occasional trembling of his muscles proved that he was alive.
"You have polluted the altar. That sacred place is not a place for a lowly person like you to set foot on."
Yan Shiliu knew he was greedy. He just wanted to see the stars one more time, but his greed had defiled his altar. He didn't regret it, even if he had to see more.
Drops of blood formed a pool at his feet, and whip wounds deep enough to see the bones were intertwined on his back. Yan Shiliu knew that he must die today.
The secret guards are never allowed to see the light of day. All the arrangements today are to let the world know that Tianhong City is favored by God, and he will die under thousands of arrows. That warm hand pulled him up and waited for him to step onto the altar that no one has ever climbed.
"Report, Commander."
Yan Shiliu, whose mind was almost falling into coma, did not hear anyone entering the torture room.
"explain."
"Xinggong Pavilion sent someone to look for Yan Shiliu."
"Xinggong Pavilion?" The commander pondered for a moment, sighed deeply, and used a whip to lift Yan Shiliu's drooping head: "I was the one who taught you. Perhaps it would be best if you died in my hands."
"Send him there." The commander waved his hand, and two people came up and hurriedly took Yan Shiliu down from the rack, dragged him out of the torture chamber in the dark and foggy day, and handed him over to the saints who were waiting outside, wearing pure white cloaks.
Yan Shiliu was in a daze, his five senses already dulled. His blurred vision turned from pure black to pure white, and he could hear the voices of women he never expected to hear.
"This thing is so heavy."
“It stinks.”
The leading female official ordered, "Rinse him clean first, and remove the Qingjing root while he is unconscious."
The saints treated him like livestock, taking off all his clothes without any care.
Yan Shiliu was placed on the cold stone slab, and cold water washed over his body again and again. The edge of his back was washed white, and blood was still oozing out.
"He's seriously injured and could die."
"Every year, a few of the holy servants selected to enter the cabinet always die."
"But he's the one the Star Lord wants. If he dies, we won't be able to explain. After all, this was the first mission the Star Lord ordered."
"Then give him some of the medicine the holy servants used to purify his roots."
The female official sharpened her scissors while the remaining saints giggled and pinched them with their fingers: "This is thicker than those saints', and it feels good to pinch. Sisters, come and try it."
"Wow."
"It's thicker than my arm."
"What's so fun about this? It'll be gone in a moment."
Every year they would cut off a few and compare them as a matter of course.
The female official took a pair of large scissors and looked up and down at the part to determine where it would be best to cut.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the palace gate.
"Star Lord, Star Lord, don't run, be careful not to fall." The voices of a group of saints shouting were heard.
"Stop!" The door of the side hall was pushed open with a bang, and the Star Lord in holy robes appeared outside the door, panting.
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