"The meal is here." Luckily, Sikong Qinglan didn't forget about it, and quickly walked in with a food basket.
"What's there to eat?" Baby Ling asked expectantly with a golden light in his eyes.
"It's a bit crude, I hope you don't mind." Sikong Qinglan said embarrassedly.
"It's okay, I'm tired of eating jerky every day, so it's better to keep it simple." Baby Ling took the food basket, opened the lid with a smile on his face, and then the smile froze on his face.
A few bowls of porridge, a few coarse grain steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. At first, I thought that Sikong Qinglan was just saying a few words of modesty, but I didn't know that it was really so simple.
Even Mu Hanyan, who has never been picky about food, felt shabby with such food. It's no wonder that Sikong Qinglan was so hungry that he almost ate the plate at the reception banquet in Mujia Village. Life in this temple is really difficult.
But thinking about the situation of Huayu Temple, she can understand it. The fief of Mu Family Village is protected by an enchantment, and at least there is a large piece of farmland, and every household also raises some livestock, and the surrounding city of Huayu Temple is dilapidated, and even the temple itself can barely maintain it. , even if there is, it is only enough to cover the stomach, and it is not bad if it does not starve to death.
"Let's eat." Mu Hanyan really didn't have much appetite, but at least Sikong Qinglan had good intentions and didn't want to embarrass him.
Although Baobao Ling was disappointed, he treated people very well, and didn't want to embarrass Sikong Qinglan, so he picked up the bowl of gruel and drank it.
"It's getting late, you all go to bed early, and I'll take you to the temple for baptism tomorrow morning." After they finished eating, Sikong Qinglan put away the food box and left the room.
As soon as Sikong Qinglan left, Baby Ling took out a piece of dried meat that was said to be tired of eating long ago, and gnawed it voraciously, showing no signs of getting tired of eating at all.
Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao sympathetically. Now it's not just a matter of improving his cultivation, it seems that even filling his stomach is really a problem.
At dawn, Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao followed Sikong Qinglan through the corridor to the central hall.
Different from yesterday, there is a stone platform in the center of the main hall, which looks a bit like an altar, and on the top of the altar, a black spar about half a foot in size is emitting a strange halo. It looked like it was engraved with runes.
Obviously, this spar was used for baptism.
The entrance of the main hall was already crowded with people. Except for An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, other priests were there, and even many ordinary people came to watch the excitement.
The Huayu Temple has not recruited priests for several years. Mu Hanyan easily passed the assessment yesterday, which surprised everyone. Today's baptism is naturally more eye-catching.
Seeing Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao approaching, Shen Yuhe showed a friendly smile on that doll's face, while An Xiaxin remained icy.
"Why did you come here? You're taking a long time." An Xiaxin said impatiently.
"They just arrived at the temple, and they were running all the way, so I called them later." Sikong Qinglan was gentle, even a little shy, and she didn't get angry when she asked her, explaining.
"That's all for today, and it can't be like this in the future. Especially you, although you are a natural priest of the gods, but you must abide by the rules of the Huayu Temple when you arrive at the Huayu Temple. Good to leave." An Xiaxin said to Mu Hanyan again.
Mu Hanyan frowned slightly, but still nodded. She could feel that An Xiaxin did not welcome her arrival, and was even a little repelled. It's not like to turn against her just because of a word.
"Master An, let's start now." Sikong Qinglan is gentle and not stupid, and he also noticed that An Xiaxin's tone was not kind, so he changed the subject.
"Let's get started." An Xiaxin said reservedly.
Sikong Qinglan let out a low and melodious chant, typed out Taoist formulas in his hands, and at the same time jumped up to the big god. As a prayer priest, it is also his duty to baptize the new priest.
The surrounding crowd all looked solemn, and many people showed envy and reverence, but Mu Hanyan couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw Sikong Qinglan singing and dancing like a great dancer. It's all about what, and I don't know who came up with it.
A brilliant light suddenly rose into the sky from the black spar, and the entire hall was illuminated brightly, sacred and majestic.
Mu Hanyan quickly put away the vague smile at the corner of her mouth. Although this great god danced a bit funny, it was completely different from those god sticks in the Holy Court Continent.
"Okay, put your hand on the soul stone, and you can accept the baptism of God. There may be some pain, just bear with it." Sikong Qinglan finished the last hand gesture with a solemn expression on his face. Said to Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan nodded, walked forward quickly, and put her hand on the black spar.
A stream of clear water immediately poured into the body along the palm of the hand, and quickly traveled through the meridians. It felt so ethereal and light, but it also gave people a sense of vastness and boundlessness.
Mu Hanyan was taken aback. She knew that the cultivation method of the temple was mainly based on spiritual thoughts. She thought that the so-called baptism must also be related to spiritual thoughts, but she didn't expect a force to flow directly into the meridians.
If it is an ordinary person, it is of course not a big deal, anyway, he does not have any cultivation foundation, whether he has spiritual thoughts or meridians, there will be no conflicts, but she is different, don't forget that she also has five swordsmen If her high-level cultivation base and the strength dormant in her meridians conflict with this force, wouldn't her strength and identity be completely revealed
With a thought in Mu Hanyan's mind, she quickly and quietly performed the Tianxin Kungfu, drawing her energy towards her heart channels. However, although her speed was fast, the power came even faster, and in just a moment, the meridians in her body quickly circulated. .
"This is troublesome!" Mu Hanyan's heart sank, as if he had seen the shocked expressions of An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe when their energy exploded.
That's all for Sikong Qinglan, she has some guesses about her own origin, even if she sees it, it's just to confirm it again, and she will hide it for herself. Other ordinary people don't care, and they probably don't know what's going on after seeing it. But the other priests, especially An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, are not so easy to fool. Even if their strength is not as good as the old fellows of Fengcheng Temple, as the left and right priests of Huayu Temple, their vision is different. Poor.
"Should we kill people to silence them?" Mu Hanyan had already started to think about this question.
Although Mu Hanyan would never be merciless in the face of an enemy who deserved death, but she really couldn't do it if she killed innocent people just to cover up her secret.