"The greatest duty of the praying priests is to pray for the people. Every time they go to a village, praying for the villagers and spreading the light of the gods is also their duty. By the way, the broken tree root in his hand is the praying Priests are only qualified to hold the scepter." Ye Yi'an explained in a low voice.
Looking at that look, it seems that he is also very disapproving of the demagogic behavior of the temple. He didn't know that, in fact, he was often more clever than Sikong Qinglan.
It was only then that Mu Hanyan knew why Sikong Qinglan was so proficient in dancing as a master dancer before. It turned out that this was originally his duty, just like those low-level magic sticks in the remote and wild places of the Holy Land.
"Get up, the merciful gods will always watch over you and bestow you with health and peace." Sikong Qinglan slowly got off the carriage, and at the same time took out small porcelain bottles and distributed them to them.
"What is that?" Mu Hanyan lowered her voice and asked curiously.
"It's a elixir, which is of no use to priests, but it is very good for ordinary people to strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives. It can also help them resist the power of laws." Ye Yi'an replied.
While the two were talking, everyone had already stood up one after another, and took Sikong Qinglan's elixir with tears streaming down their faces in gratitude.
"My lord priest, I didn't know you were coming. We didn't prepare a guard of honor, and I forgot about Hai Han, my lord priest." Mu Chenglin said awkwardly, rubbing his hands.
"Old patriarch, please don't say that. It is my honor to come to the Mu family. Mu Hanyan of your Mu clan has decided to become the priest of our Huayu Temple. This is the honor of our Huayu Temple, and it is also my honor. I came to Mu Family Village this time to escort her to the Flower Rain Temple." Sikong Qinglan said politely.
"So that's how it is." Mu Chenglin suddenly realized. They knew that Mu Hanyan was a natural priest of the gods, so they didn't think it was too strange for Sikong Qinglan's enthusiasm. After all, in the perception of ordinary people, a natural priest of the gods , that is a genius who only emerges once in a thousand years.
But no matter what, Sikong Qinglan personally escorted Mu Hanyan to the Huayu Temple, which made them very proud. No matter what, Mu Hanyan represented their Mu Family Village.
"Old man, let's go prepare the dinner and entertain the praying priest, shall we?" A child of the clan reminded Mu Chenglin.
"Yes, yes, hurry up to prepare the dinner, kill pigs and sheep, and bring out all the good wine in the cellar." Mu Chenglin yelled loudly.
In fact, they had already made preparations to welcome Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an, but since another praying priest came, the dinner would naturally be more lavish.
"I'm going to kill the pig." Mutu said excitedly.
"You don't need to bother so much, you can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want." Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Sikong Qinglan was a little embarrassed, but she said that whatever she wanted was fine, but her stomach grumbled a few times in disbelief.
This priest, it seems that he has been hungry for a long time. Mu Hanyan thought amusedly.
After sitting with Sikong Qinglan for a while, the dinner party was ready.
On the flat ground in the middle of the village, dozens of large round tables were set up, and several huge wine jars were also placed on the street corners.
There is such a large piece of flat land in the middle of every village in God’s Continent. When Mu Hanyan first came here, he thought it was a martial arts arena. Later, he realized that it was used for offering sacrifices to the gods, and when the priests came, they used it to pray for the villagers. To put it bluntly One point, it is used by the great dancers.
As soon as everyone was seated, the food and wine came to the table one after another. Although it was not as exquisite as the restaurants in Tianfeng City, each dish was full of color and fragrance. The index finger moved.
"My lord priest, please." Ye Yi'an raised his wine glass and said to Sikong Qinglan.
"My lord, you don't need to be polite, please, please." Sikong Qinglan quickly picked up the wine glass.
The two clinked their wine glasses, then drank it all in one gulp, and the dinner officially began.
Although the members of the Mu clan have their own fiefdoms, and their lives are many times richer than those of the refugees who live in no fixed place, they can't open their bellies to eat and drink all the time. Naturally, no one will be polite. The cups and cups intertwined during the banquet made it even more enjoyable.
"Eat, you're welcome." Ling Baobao, who was across the table, ate it up to his heart's content, and said to Sikong Qinglan while eating.
"Oh, I..." Sikong Qinglan wanted to be polite, but couldn't help swallowing.
"Priest Sikong, eat it. There are no outsiders here, so we won't spread the word." Mu Hanyan couldn't stand it anymore, and said sympathetically.
"Then... I won't be polite." It's fine if there are no other people, but seeing everyone around eating and drinking to their heart's content, Sikong Qinglan's glutton was completely hooked, and he gritted his teeth and picked up his chopsticks.
"That's right, young people should be more casual, too restrained...not good..." Ye Yi'an had also seen that Sikong Qinglan was very hungry, and he was relieved to see that he was finally letting go. He said approvingly, but before he finished speaking, he was stunned, and the next words were not smooth.
Not only him, Mu Hanyan and the others were also stunned. Even Ling Baobao, who was gnawing on the chicken leg, opened his mouth in shock.
I saw Sikong Qinglan rolled up his sleeves, gnawed on the fat pork leg with one hand, and grabbed the chopsticks with the other, and swept towards the table with lightning speed.
In just a moment, the few plates in front of him were all wiped out, and most of the other plates were wiped out by him.
"How long has he not eaten?" Ling Baobao swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth with difficulty, looked at Mu Hanyan, and said blankly. I thought I was enough to eat, but I didn't expect there are such edible things in the world. Now he is too embarrassed to grab food from Sikong Qinglan. Look how hungry this is.
Mu Hanyan didn't answer, she was more concerned about another question: How poor should the Huayu Temple be
Then Mu Hanyan thought a little darkly, if she brought these people there, can the Huayu Temple support them? Can you afford to eat
Outside the village, there was a sudden muffled sound like thunder.
"The rogues, the rogues are coming!" A descendant of the Mu family who was in charge of guarding the village entrance scrambled in and shouted in horror.
"Rogue!" Ye Yi'an was startled suddenly, and stood up.
Mu Hanyan also shivered slightly, and got up immediately. All around, members of the Mu family also stood up one after another, all with unusually dignified expressions.
(How did you spend the National Day? I wish you all a happy holiday.)