The prophet walked to the gate of the temple, holding a small round stove in his hand.
The white silk gown hangs down to the ankles, the eyes are covered by the silk, the black hair hangs down like a waterfall, and the cold wind mixed with moisture blows in, making the hem of the clothes flutter.
At this time, he looked like a fairy who could ascend at any time.
The two god servants knelt on the ground, and they looked into the eyes of the prophet, full of reverence.
The shell wind chime hanging above the gate swayed gently, making a crisp impact sound, and it continued to circle in this empty temple.
"Has there been no response from the people sent to Rock City?"
The prophet's voice was clear and cold, falling on the slate like jade beads.
The god attendant put his forehead on the floor and replied respectfully: "No."
Logically speaking, every temple must have a high priest, and the candidate for the high priest is usually a witch doctor who used to be in the beast city, but if there was no witch doctor in the beast city before, or the witch doctor is not competent The position of the high priest, the Temple of Beasts has the right to assign other orcs to serve as the high priest.
Since the Rock City was built, there has been no high priest in the temple, which is obviously out of order.
The Presbyterian Church will talk about this matter for a long time almost every day.
Now that Rock City is developing rapidly and is very powerful, they really want to take the opportunity to place their confidants in the temple of Rock City as high priests.
It's a pity that the Prophet never nodded in agreement.
The elders did not dare to disobey the Prophet, but they were not willing to just give up the fat position of the High Priest of the Rock Temple, and looked for opportunities to come to the Prophet every day to say a few words.
In order to deal with these elders, the Prophet sent a servant to Rock City last month to see what Shuangyun thought of the candidate for the high priest.
Unexpectedly, that divine attendant would never return.
The Prophet actually didn't care about the position of the High Priest of the Rock Temple, he just wanted to know what happened to Xu Xu, but unfortunately he didn't come back, so he couldn't do anything.
He used to be able to clearly see the slow future with his own eyes, but now, he can only see a blur.
Only intuition told him that Slowly was about to encounter life-threatening.
Thunder and lightning flashed in the night sky, and it was still raining.
The shell wind chimes were shaken wildly by the wind, and the impact sound became more intense and compact.
The prophet was silent for a long time before speaking.
"I'm going to leave for a while. After I leave, you will thank the guests behind closed doors."
Hearing this, the two servants raised their heads at the same time, looking at the prophet in disbelief.
"My lord, are you going out?!"
"Ok."
"But can't you go out?"
After the Prophet took charge of the Temple of Beasts, the first prophecy he saw was the picture of himself dying at the hands of monsters.
In order to prevent the prophecy from coming true, he has been living in seclusion and has never left the sacred mountain.
But now, he wants to leave the temple on his own initiative!
The prophet's tone was very calm: "I need to find someone, I will come back after I find her, you don't need to worry too much."
"It's the rainy season now, and it's raining continuously. Even if you want to go out, please wait until the rain stops, and then the guards will escort you away."
Facing the persuasion of the servants, the prophet never changed his mind.
"I can't wait any longer."
If you wait any longer, you may die slowly.
The god attendants had no choice but to summon the god guards as quickly as possible.
Of the twelve divine guards, five of them are out of town, and they won't be able to come back for a while. Now, only seven divine guards can be found, including Shuangjing.
On weekdays, the divine guards are all elusive, rarely appearing neatly in the same place as they do now.
They stood quietly in the temple, and the aura of being strong spread silently.
When they heard that the Prophet was going down the mountain, they all showed expressions of confusion or surprise at the same time.
The Prophet did not intend to explain, he took out a small wooden box and handed it to Shuangjing: "You send this box to Sun City, and when Baidi arrives there, you will give it to Baidi."
Shuang Jing took the wooden box with both hands: "Yes."
"I went down the mountain this time to find someone. After I find her, I will come back."
Guardians: "We will protect your safety."
"No, you don't have to come with me."
The guards were all surprised.
The Prophet said calmly: "Stay in the Temple of Beasts, help me keep an eye on the Elders' Council, and don't let those guys make trouble while I'm away."
Although the divine guards had doubts about the prophet's decision, out of trust in the prophet, they finally nodded in agreement.
"yes!"
Another thunderbolt streaked across the sky, and the rumbling noise was deafening.
The Prophet's face flashed in the thunder.
"If, I can't come back, you will hold this position for me until my successor appears."
Hearing this, the divine guards were all shocked.
They wanted to say something, but saw the prophet raised his hand: "I know what you want to say, my body is already dying, even if I don't go down the mountain, I can't last long."
The god guards looked complicated.
The prophet's eyes are born to see through the past and the future, which is a gift from God.
But God also deprived him of his health.
One gain, one loss, is fair.
The Prophet lightly stroked the small heater in his hand. He had not gained much warmth in his life, and the only warmth in his hand became even more precious.
"I've been trapped by this temple for too long, I'm really tired, I want to see the outside world before I leave."
The divine guards did not say any more words of dissuasion.
They retreated silently.
It was still raining, as if it would never end.
The prophet put on a black cloak, and walked down the stairs step by step under the worried eyes of the servants.
He rarely goes out, and the last time he walked this road was more than ten years ago.
At that time, he sent him down the mountain slowly, and walked down here with her in his arms.
She once invited him to Rock Mountain with a smile.
I don't know if she still remembers it...
Before he knew it, the Prophet had already walked to the foot of the mountain, his face was hidden under the hood, and the rain and fog blurred his figure. No one recognized his identity along the way.
When he walked to the outer city and passed the shops, he saw some orcs selling umbrellas.
"This is an umbrella purchased from Rock City. The ribs are made of high-quality bamboo, and the umbrella surface is also made of specially treated animal skin. It is smooth and strong. As long as you hold it, it will definitely Won't let a single drop of rain fall on you..."
The words Rock City caught the Prophet's footsteps.
He walked over and reached for an umbrella: "How did you sell it?"
"Just one colorless spar."
To be honest, the price was too expensive, but the Prophet didn't care.
He casually gave a colorless spar and bought the umbrella.
Open the umbrella, the wet rain is immediately cut off, it is indeed a wonderful little thing.
The Prophet held the smooth handle of the umbrella, thinking that this must be something that has been worked out slowly.
Only she can spend her mind on the details of life.
He walked out of the City of Beasts holding an umbrella, his lonely and cold figure gradually walked away and disappeared in the endless rain and fog...