In front of the iron cage, black pressure knelt into one piece.
Everyone bowed deeply in the most pious posture during the sacrifice.
Saintess Yawen saw that no one responded, she gritted her teeth, and simply walked into the crowd by herself, bent down and pulled out a knife from one person's waist.
The blazing fire was reflected on the sharp blade, Yawen clutched the knife tightly, and walked towards Guan Beinuan's cage with murderous intent.
Bei Nuan looked at her and thought, "Don't you think you suddenly wanted to kill me for no reason?"
This is definitely his own death, no one can blame others.
Bei Nuan stared at her, raised a hand, ready to touch the top of her head.
Just when the fingertips were about to touch the hair above the head, a clear and firm voice came from behind the group of kneeling people.
"Yawen, what do you want to do?"
Their chief Gahan came in a hurry with a large group of people, walking too fast, and the white robes on him were hunting and rolling in the night wind.
The people behind him also all saw Bei Nuan, who was wearing a monkey in the firelight, and fell to his knees all at once.
Only Gahan did not kneel.
He glanced at Bei Nuan first, without any special reaction at all.
It seemed that a few trees were crackling and burning violently, and there was a girl in a cage beside the tree, holding a monkey strangely on her head.
Jia Han turned to Yawen, his voice calm and without the slightest emotion.
"It's fine if you don't kneel, what's the matter with the knife?"
Yawen clutched the knife and stared blankly at Jia Han, suddenly threw the knife in her hand to the ground with a bang, turned and ran away.
Jia Han did not look at her again, but walked to Bei Nuan's cage and crossed his hands on his chest.
Bei Nuan saw that, once again, he bowed deeply to her in the most respectful way of salute he had ever used during the day.
"The Holy Maiden came to the world, blessed and blessed," he said.
Bei Nuan:
Ten minutes later, Bei Nuan was no longer in the iron cage.
She was sitting comfortably in a built house where Gahan lived, with the Great Sage squatting on her shoulders, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, drinking it.
The tea was served by Gahan himself.
He served tea, sat down on the armchair beside Bei Nuan, turned around and instructed the people behind him, "Bring the portrait of the saint here."
Someone respectfully agreed, and after going out for a while, they brought up a big box.
The box is made of old mahogany with finely carved patterns and is locked with an old-fashioned copper lock.
Jia Han took out the key, opened the lock, and showed Bei Nuan what was inside.
Inside the box is a painting.
The painting is not big, only more than two feet square. It was painted on a piece of cloth. The cloth is yellow, and it looks very old.
But Bei Nuan was stunned when she saw what was on the painting.
Above is a girl sitting cross-legged, draped in a blanket embroidered with intricate patterns and fringed.
On her side, there are several huge torches that are burning, and in front of her are narrow and thin vertical lines.
The most important thing is that on the girl's head, a little monkey is firmly held in a dungeon.
The girl's eyes are round, and the little monkey's eyes are round too.
This is basically what Bei Nuan did just now.
Bei Nuan: "..."
"It's something that our tribe has passed down through the generations."
Gahan explained.
"Our tribe has always had a prophecy that one day, the evil god Xiuye will take over the world and bring about a catastrophe that will destroy the world, and countless people will die in the catastrophe."
"But God has not given up on the world. There is a saint who is favored by God and will surely come to the world and save the whole world. This picture is the portrait of this saint."
"Every time we hold a sacrifice, we will hang this painting up for worship, so everyone will recognize you as soon as they see what you just looked like."
So this painting is the saintess of their tribe.
The saint is holding a monkey on her head. How funny is this saint.
But there is no doubt that the person painted on it is very similar to Bei Nuan, as if he had witnessed the scene just now.
Bei Nuan recovered and stuttered a little.
"But isn't there already a saint in your tribe?"
It was Xiuye's evil fire attacking his heart, the one who almost killed someone, threw the knife and ran away, but no one was chasing him.
"Yawen came here a few years ago when my father was the chief."
Jia Han's tone was gentle and objective, and told Bei Nuan the origin of Yawen.
It turned out that when his father was a chief, he once passed by a remote village. The village worshipped monkeys as gods, and monkeys were everywhere in the village.
There is a family inside, who is guarding the temple where the monkeys are dedicated, and the youngest daughter of his family plays with the monkeys every day.
The girl is very young, but she is pretty and smart.
As soon as Gahan's father saw her, he thought that she might be the saint in the prophecy.
"Yawen has a sweet mouth since she was a child. She can coax people and make my father happy. This saint has been doing well over the years."
Garhan paused.
"But I have never been able to speak, and since I was held in my father's arms, I have looked at the statue of the saint over and over again. In my mind, the saint should be exactly the same as in the portrait, not like Yawen. ."
Jia Han stared at Bei Nuan, "She should grow up to be the first time people see her and know that she is God's favored daughter, pure, beautiful, and different from others."
Bei Nuan was a little embarrassed, thinking to herself, this is really a face-to-face world.
Gahan said, "It's as if you walked straight out of the statue of the saint tonight."
Bei Nuan thought to herself: If I were Yawen, I would put on a blanket and put a monkey on top of me, and pretend to be in the statue of the Virgin, wouldn't that work
Gahan is saying this.
"Of course Yawen knows what the statue of the saint looks like. Every year when she prays for a good harvest in the spring festival, she will dress up as in the statue of the saint and pose as in the portrait."
"She's fine. The problem is that monkeys are hard to find."
"She keeps a group of monkeys there and has been training the monkeys so that they can hold her head obediently during sacrifices."
Jia Han's tone was calm, but Bei Nuan heard a slight mockery.
"It's a pity that after training for a long time, only one very old monkey was willing to lie down on her head during the sacrifice."
"The painting is obviously a little monkey. Yawen is not satisfied, but she has no choice. It's a pity that last winter, even the old monkey died. Before Yawen could train a new monkey, zombies broke out."
"And those vertical bars on the painting," Jia Han said, "we have never understood what it means. When Yawen was posing at the sacrifice, she had people hang strips of veil in front of her. drooping over freshly sprouted branches…”
Gahan gave a rare smile.
"...I only realize now that it turned out to be the iron fence of the cage. The torches on both sides turned out to be burning trees."
"What you are wearing is the blanket on our altar. We found someone to make it according to the style in the painting." Jia Han glanced at the Great Sage, "Did the Sacred Monkey bring it for you?"
Bei Nuan: Holy Monkey
Great Sage: Ow
Bei Nuan thought to himself that the way their tribe recognized the saintess was too unreliable.
According to him, the statue of the saint is not a secret, and many people have seen it at sacrifices.
The people's congress can set up a game, find a girl, put on a blanket and put a monkey on it, like Bei Nuan did tonight, let everything happen naturally as if it happened by chance, and if you do enough tricks, you can take their entire tribe's life. People are playing around.
But Bei Nuan couldn't say it herself.
Jia Han stared at Bei Nuan.
He suddenly changed the subject, "I noticed you during the day. You set all the fires today? You also set the fire on the tree tonight, right?"
Bei Nuan felt guilty immediately.
Their tribe worshipped water and hated fire. If they knew that she set the fire, they might still think she was some kind of demon who pretended to be a saint, and finally had to throw it into the salt river.
But Gahan's expression was still gentle and calm.
He continued: "Our tribe actually has a way to identify the Holy Maiden. This is a secret that only the chiefs pass down from generation to generation, and no one knows about it, not even Yawen. My father thought it was nonsense. But I have always believed in it.”
Jia Han glanced behind him, and the few people standing behind him immediately withdrew respectfully.
Gahan continued.
"The prophecy said that the saint who was favored by the gods was envied and cursed by the fire god Xiuye, and if she was not careful, the surrounding things would catch fire, causing suspicion among the believers of the gods."
"So once you see the sudden fire, you don't have to doubt it anymore, that's the real saint."
Bei Nuan: ? ?
Is this also possible
The ability to control fire, which was thought to be a disaster, is actually the ultimate proof of the saint's identity
Do you want to talk like that
Gahan added: "And only by becoming a saint can the curse of the god of fire, Xiuye, be lifted."
Bei Nuan was stunned for a second, and immediately opened the task bar, and found that the countdown behind "God's Blessing" really stopped.
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Bei Nuan was so happy, she quickly touched the top of her head, but nothing happened.
Jia Han has been observing Bei Nuan, and seeing her surprised expression, he also smiled, "Will the Holy Maiden not let out fire now?"
He guessed right.
The time to stop the countdown is just right, which is highly consistent with the ancient prophecy.
But Bei Nuan didn't speak.
This Gahan has always been clearing his relationship with Yawen.
Isn't he the one Yawen acts like a spoiled child on the phone
If he is, it feels like he has an affair with Yawen. Since he has an affair, why doesn't he help Yawen at all, and recognize Bei Nuan as a saint so smoothly
It's not necessarily that simple.
"I became a saint, what about Yawen?" Bei Nuan asked him tentatively.
Gahan pondered for a moment.
"I have never recognized Yawen as a saint. After my father died, I originally planned to remove her title of saint, but just happened to encounter a zombie outbreak."
Jia Han frowned, "Yawen has been a saint in the tribe for ten years. If you suddenly make such a big change when people are in such a panic, it will not be able to appease people's hearts."
"Now that the true saint is alive, she should have been sent away, but Yawen..."
Gahan's brows furrowed even deeper.
"... After my father died, she found a new backer for herself. I can't move her for the time being."
Bei Nuan was curious and didn't know who Yawen's new backer was, even Jia Han was afraid.
Jia Han thought for a while, "So I think it's okay to let you both be saints in the tribe for the time being."
Bei Nuan was a little amused.
It was like playing Werewolf. It was the first time I heard that there were two real witches. If two witches jumped out, either one was real and the other was fake, or both were fakes.
Their saint's prophecy sounds like nonsense.
But why there is such an ancient painting with Bei Nuan, and the painting is still so similar, Bei Nuan didn't think clearly.
Jia Han then asked Bei Nuan's name and thought for a moment.
"Your name doesn't look like a local's name. Why don't I give you the name of a saint again."
Bei Nuan did not object and waited quietly.
After a long time, he said, "Why don't you call it Zhende?"
True virtue? Joan of Arc
In the world in their book, the countries and histories around the world are all different, and there is no Joan of Arc who has a short life but burns extremely dazzlingly.
Of course Gahan didn't know.
You can't call it this name, it will offend the sages, and besides, it's too unlucky.
"Let's change one?" Bei Nuan discussed with him, "How about Guardian? Saint Guardian?"
Others are "real", Bei Nuan is "fake".
Gahan readily agreed.
"It's too late," Jia Han stood up, "I have already asked someone to arrange a place for the saint, please go back and rest."
Gahan ordered someone to call a girl named Dan Sui.
This is a little girl with a duck face and big eyes, about the same age as Bei Nuan.
The first thing Dan Sui did when she came in was to solemnly bow to Bei Nuan with the highest standard.
Just as Bei Nuan wanted to return the salute as usual, she was stopped by Jia Han.
"You are a saint, and no one is more noble than you, so you don't need to return the gift."
Bei Nuan suddenly discovered that being a saint has a huge advantage - no longer have to remember those complicated etiquette rules and bow endlessly.
She doesn't have to pay attention to others as long as others bow to her.
"Dan Sui, you will follow Saint Lady Guardian from now on."
Dan Sui saluted Jia Han again and agreed. Although she didn't speak, her eyes were very lively, and she secretly looked at Bei Nuan and the Great Sage, who was squatting on her shoulders with curiosity.
Jia Han said to Bei Nuan, "Dan Sui is very diligent and clever. She will take care of your food and daily life in the future. If you need anything, just ask her for what you need to do."
Bei Nuan thought to himself that President Bei suddenly had a life secretary.
It was already deep in the night, Bei Nuan stood up, took two steps out, and suddenly turned around.
"Does it have the privilege of being a saint to be able to choose servants among the men of the tribe? I saw Yawen doing this."
Jia Han's cold face was embarrassed for a moment, "Yes."
It was a normal thing to choose a servant of the heart to serve, but Yawen used this kind of power indiscriminately to pick good-looking men to go to her. There were all kinds of bad rumors about this incident in the tribe. Over the years, Jia Han couldn't hold back his thoughts.
Unexpectedly, Bei Nuan's first thing after becoming a saint is to ask for this.
Bei Nuan said fluently, "Then the four men I want to come with me will all be my attendants."
Gahan is even more embarrassed: four men? four?
Jia Han chose his words carefully, "The Holy Maiden has just become the Holy Maiden on the first day, so many people are needed all of a sudden, it is not good to spread it out, can you... uh... just pick one for the time being?"
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Bei Nuan didn't hesitate, "Then I want the tallest and most handsome one!"
Gahan: "..."
Bei Nuan thought to herself that the ability to set fire was gone, so of course she had to call Lu **ss to escort her.
Inexplicably, she suddenly became a saint and robbed Yawen of the seat she had been sitting on all these years. Everyone knew that she would never give up like this.
The knife in her hand must be hungry now.