"My lord, it's Lord Sikong who has returned!" Cheers of joy resounded from the dilapidated city wall, the city gate opened, and several middle-aged men in shabby clothes greeted them.
"Brother Yan, Brother Qi." Sikong Qinglan jumped off the carriage, and called out kindly to the two leaders.
Seeing this, Mu Hanyan also got out of the carriage.
"Lord Sikong, who is this?" Seeing Mu Hanyan, the men were slightly taken aback.
"This is Mr. Mu Hanyan. These two are my friends. Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming are both citizens of Huayu City." Sikong Qinglan introduced. Huayu City is obviously the dilapidated small city in front of me.
"I've seen Mr. Mu!" The two men saluted immediately.
"Brother Yan, Brother Qi, you don't need to be polite." Mu Hanyan returned the courtesy.
Only then did she realize that the two of them were actually in their thirties at most, but their faces were weathered and their clothes were shabby, making them look much older than their real age.
"My lord, please don't be too polite. We are actually followers of Lord Sikong." Seeing Mu Hanyan return the gift, the two of them were flattered and quickly gave way.
Just like the followers of the Holy Court Continent, some of the followers of the priests of the temple admire the strength of the priests and follow the left and right, while some are just guards or servants. It is the latter, but when he was in the Holy Court Continent, Mu Hanyan never regarded Huayue Zirong as a servant, but as a friend, or even a relative, and naturally he would not despise Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, and was still polite The ceremony is over.
Seeing Mu Hanyan smiling calmly, kindly and calmly without any affectation, the two of Yan Qi immediately fell in love with each other.
"My lord, the left priest and the right priest have been waiting for a long time." Yan Qingshan said to Sikong Qinglan.
"Oh." Sikong Qinglan responded, showing a look of embarrassment, but quickly pulled himself together and said, "Let's go, don't keep them waiting."
Led by Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, Mu Hanyan walked into Huayu City.
If Mu Hanyan's heart was only half-cooled when she saw the decay of Huayu City from a distance, then after entering the city, her heart was completely chilled.
With dilapidated towers, dilapidated houses, and deserted streets, this Huayu City feels even more desolate than many ancient ruins. After all, the ancient ruins are still protected by a forbidden barrier, and Mu Hanyan discovered this Huayu City as soon as he entered the city.
It wasn't until gradually approaching the temple that the power of the barrier gradually became stronger, and the wind finally felt less harsh on the face. Obviously, the Huayu Temple abandoned by the God Lord is no longer able to support the enchantment of Huayu City, and it can only barely maintain it near the temple.
At this time, it was evening, and smoke was rising from the rows of houses near the temple. It seemed that they were the people staying in Huayu City, no more than a few dozen families at most.
Hearing the sound of the carriage approaching, many people curiously opened the door and looked over.
Seeing these common people, Mu Hanyan's heart became even colder. Everyone's clothes are shabby and disheveled, and they seem to live a life that is worse than that of the Mu clan, and they are worse than those refugees who live in no fixed place.
No wonder Ye Yi'an was hesitant about Sikong Qinggang's invitation earlier, and he didn't even mention it to her before. Life in Huayu Temple is not easy.
Huayu City is not big, and soon, a group of people came to the Huayu Temple located in the center of the city.
Two women in sacrificial robes also came up to Sikong Qinglan when they saw Sikong Qinglan.
"Lord Sikong is back, you have worked hard all the way." A woman said reservedly.
This woman was about 21 or 20 years old, with a beautiful appearance. Although the sacrificial robes on her body were a bit old, they were neatly tidied up, giving people a bit of aloofness, and of course, a bit of arrogance as a priest.
"Master An, you are being polite. This is my duty." Sikong Qinglan said politely.
"Senior Brother Qing Lan, those old guys didn't make things difficult for you when you went to Tianfeng City this time, right?" Another woman asked with her big black eyes blinking.
She seemed to be a little younger than the other woman, but with a baby face and two dimples when she smiled, she looked lively and lively.
"It's okay." Sikong Qinglan said vaguely.
"Has Fengcheng Temple agreed to our request?" The baby-faced priest's eyes lit up, and he asked joyfully, but he didn't see the helplessness in Sikong Qinglan's eyes.
The young people wearing priestly robes around them also looked at Sikong Qinglan expectantly, and the common people looked at the same way.
"I'll tell you about the Fengcheng Temple later. Let me introduce you first. This is Mr. Mu Hanyanmu, this is Mr. An Xiaxin, the left priest of our Huayu Temple, and this is the right priest. Lord Shen Yuhe." Sikong Qinglan felt ashamed, and couldn't say much in front of so many people, so let's introduce each other's identities first.
"I've met Lord An, Lord Shen." Mu Hanyan saluted.
The priests on the left and right are all girls in their twenties, and most of the young priests around are also women. Mu Hanyan knows why Sikong Qinglan is always so shy.
"Master Mu, you are welcome. I didn't expect you to come here in person. Our Flower Rain Temple is really full of splendor." An Xiaxin finally had a smile on his cold face. Although it was squeezed out, it seemed Still much more cordial.
But... wait, what does it mean to come in person, and why is it so radiant? Did she misunderstand something.
"Master Mu, the Fengcheng Temple is thousands of miles away from our Huayu Temple. The journey has been hard. Come in and have a seat." Shen Yuhe had a kind smile on that doll's face, and as she spoke, she pulled Mu Hanyan in .
Hearing Shen Yuhe's words, Mu Hanyan immediately realized that they regarded themselves as people from the Fengcheng Temple. It's no wonder that Sikong Qinglan went to Tianfeng City to ask for help, and she came back with him. He was vague just now. To be clear, he was still being extremely polite to himself. It was strange that the two priests on the left and right did not misunderstand.
"You have misunderstood, I am not the priest of Fengcheng Temple." Mu Hanyan quickly explained.
"What?" An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe were startled at the same time, and then looked at Sikong Qinglan.
"Fengcheng Temple rejected our request. The request is the same as that of other major temples. This Master Mu is here to participate in the priest assessment at our Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan looked at everyone helplessly and said.
Hearing his words, everyone showed disappointment, no, not only disappointment, but even despair.
Of course, Mu Hanyan knew that this despair was definitely not because she came to the Huayu Temple to participate in the assessment, but because of the rejection of the Fengcheng Temple. She also knew that without the support of other temples, this temple probably wouldn't last long.