"Dad, it's none of his business, just let him go." At this moment, the ground shook violently, and a gentle voice sounded behind him.
"Yu'er, why are you here?" Hei Tuzi looked behind Mu Hanyan and asked lovingly.
Mu Hanyan subconsciously looked back and shuddered.
She was her biological child, definitely her biological child! The first time she saw Yu'er, Mu Hanyan was certain of this.
I saw a woman who was even bigger and thicker than the black butcher and a little darker, running towards me with big strides. The ground trembled with every step she took.
"Han Yan, you should believe me now, right?" Looking at the woman, Ling Baobao suddenly asked with sadness.
Mu Hanyan nodded. Indeed, she now completely believed what Ling Baobao said. His taste was definitely not that heavy.
"Dad, it's none of his fault. I did it voluntarily." Yu'er looked at Ling Baobao with affection and shyness.
Mu Hanyan shuddered, goosebumps all over the floor.
Mu Hanyan suddenly thought that the reason why Ling Baobao was in a hurry to run away was probably not only because the so-called priest's magic was sometimes effective and sometimes not, but also because he wanted to escape the marriage. Because even if he became a priest of Fengcheng Temple, he still couldn't escape the fate of getting married, so it is better to escape early than late.
"Baby Ling, I'm giving you two choices now. Either you represent our Mujia Village and go to the Fengcheng Temple in Tianfeng City to participate in the priest assessment, or you marry Xiaoyu immediately. Also, you have to return all the money we have spent on you in the past year." Heituzi was too lazy to say more to him and directly put forward the conditions.
"You might as well beat me to death." Seeing his future fiancée, Ling Baobao finally became completely desperate.
"Okay, okay, do you really think I dare not beat you to death?" The black butcher was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He threw away the rake in his hand, took out a pig-killing knife and said ferociously.
Mu Hanyan was a bit overwhelmed. These villagers were all strong and robust, though they had little cultivation. But judging by Black Butcher's strength, he was comparable to a second- or third-level Swordsman, and the others were likely not much weaker. Not only was her strength suppressed to a fifth-level Swordsman, but she was also injured. If they rushed her, she might not be able to protect Ling Baobao, let alone herself.
"Stop!" At this moment, a calm voice sounded, and an old man came slowly.
The old man was dressed in a hemp robe and looked very old. His hair was as white as snow and his face was full of wrinkles. Even with Mu Hanyan's eyesight, she couldn't tell how old he was. She only felt that he was at least three hundred years old, if not five hundred.
"Old man, why are you here?" The black butcher quickly put away his butcher knife and went forward with several other villagers to support the old man.
"It's so windy, old man, please don't go out. What should we do if something happens to you?" The others also said in fear, and even the action of supporting the old man was extremely careful.
An old man in the family is like a treasure, and this old man is obviously a treasure of Mujia Village.
"You guys made such a big noise, I asked you to come and take a look," the old man said calmly.
"What? The old priest knows everything. We are disturbing his meditation. We deserve to die." After hearing the old man's words, everyone around him showed panic and guilt on their faces.
Mu Hanyan was also somewhat surprised when she heard their words. Clearly, the old priest they were talking about was of a much higher status than the old man before her. And this old man looked to be several hundred years old. So, how old could this old priest be? Could the people of the Divine Continent all live to such an old age?
The old man didn't say anything else, and walked straight through the crowd and came to Mu Hanyan.
"I'm Mu Chenglin, the former patriarch of Mujia Village. May I ask what your name is, young lady?" The old man bowed to Mu Hanyan and said politely.
"I am Mu Hanyan, a junior, and nice to meet you, senior." Mu Hanyan saluted.
After listening to so much, Mu Hanyan found that there was not much difference in the language and vocabulary between the Continent of Gods and the Continent of Holy Court, only the tones were slightly different, so she gradually relaxed and was no longer as cautious as at the beginning.
"Miss Mu, there's no need to be so polite. My old priest invites you to come over and meet him." Mu Chenglin didn't dare to be arrogant and quickly returned the greeting.
"What? The old priest actually wants to see her!" Hearing his words, someone subconsciously exclaimed.
"The old priest hasn't come out to see guests in almost ten years. Even when that liar Ling Baobao came last time, he just asked the old man to pass on a message." Someone else said with envy. It seemed that being able to see the old priest was a great honor for them.
"Don't forget, this person is also a high priestess. Only she is qualified to meet the old priest." Someone said as a matter of course.
At this point, Mu Hanyan remembered that she still didn't understand how she accidentally became a priest. However, she couldn't say much at this time. If she let others know that she was not a priest, she was afraid that the hoes and rakes would soon fall on their heads.
"The old priest said that this Miss Mu is the descendant of his old friend, so don't offend her. Also, since Ling Baobao is her friend, don't make things difficult for him for now and just treat him well." Mu Chenglin continued to speak to everyone.
"So that's how it is. Please forgive me for my previous offense, Your Excellency the Priest!" Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people around looking at Mu Hanyan changed again, and even Hei Tuzi quickly knelt down to apologize to Mu Hanyan.
From this, it is not difficult to see how respected this old worshipper is in the eyes of the people.
"Priest Mu, please come in." Mu Chenglin made a gesture of invitation, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes.
An old friend? Mu Hanyan glanced at Mu Chenglin in confusion. She had only been in the Divine Continent for a little over half an hour, so she was completely in the dark. How could she possibly have any old friends?
Mu Hanyan became a little curious about this old priest.
"Thank you, senior." Since she couldn't leave anyway and didn't know where to go if she left, Mu Hanyan simply followed Mu Chenglin.
Ling Baobao also followed behind surrounded by the crowd. The old priest only said not to embarrass him for the time being, but did not say to let him go.
After walking a short distance, Mu Hanyan arrived at Mujia Village.
A village of a few hundred people certainly cannot be described as prosperous, but it does not look dilapidated at all. Rows of houses are solid and tidy, granaries are tall and majestic, and there is even a huge platform in the middle of the village, which is somewhat similar to a martial arts arena. It is probably used for competitions or sacrifices to ancestors and gods. These villagers are obviously much richer than many rural people in the Holy Court Continent.
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