"Why does it look like a turtle shell?" Baby Ling knocked twice and said curiously.
"Let's take it back first." Mu Hanyan couldn't tell whether the stone slab was naturally formed or artificially carved, so she finally decided to take it back and study it slowly.
As she spoke, she took out the water bag she carried with her and poured the spring water into it.
The red fruit that the little auspicious beast had just eaten should have been fished out of this spring water. Mu Hanyan had previously suspected that it was poisonous, but after looking at its symptoms again, it didn't look like poisoning at all. Instead, it seemed more like some kind of power that the little auspicious beast couldn't withstand. Moreover, this spring water was clear and pure, without any impurities, and even exuded a sense of lightness, so Mu Hanyan guessed that this spring water also contained similar power, and naturally would not be wasted easily.
Soon, not a drop of the spring water was left in the water bag. Looking at the heavy black stone slab before her, which resembled a giant turtle shell, Mu Hanyan hesitated. Her star disk space was integrated with her heart meridian, and she could use it solely through divine consciousness. Therefore, it was not suppressed by the laws of the Divine Continent. She could easily fit even a hundred more stone slabs, let alone one. However, her previous performance was already impressive enough. If she exposed her star disk space again, she wondered if Sikong Qinglan would become suspicious.
As far as Mu Hanyan knew, not everyone in the Divine Continent was qualified to possess a magical instrument with storage space. Even Chu Yang and the chief priest of a deity might not possess such a treasure. She could use talent and aptitude to explain other matters, but such a precious magical instrument had nothing to do with talent and aptitude, and her status as a descendant of the Mu family was not enough to qualify her to possess one.
Mu Hanyan didn't hesitate for long, because the next moment, Ling Baobao had already carried the thick stone slab on his back.
"Let's go." Ling Baobao said with a high-spirited look on his face, his eyes still flashing with golden stars.
Sure enough, in addition to food, this guy is also interested in money and treasures. Mu Hanyan estimated that if he didn't let him carry the stone slab down the mountain, he would not even be able to walk.
If Mu Hanyan guessed correctly, Kang Qingyuan wanted to occupy Rijian Peak, most likely for this stone slab. Perhaps, it was for the red fruit in her hand. After seeing the fate of the little auspicious beast, she dared not eat anything carelessly. She carefully put away the red fruit. Mu Hanyan and others followed behind Ling Baobao.
Ling Baobao was carrying a thick stone slab that looked like a turtle shell, with only half of his head and two parts of his legs exposed. He looked just like a giant turtle, but he himself was completely unaware of it. He was walking while shaking his head smugly, which made people laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Ling Baobao heard the snickering behind him and turned his head to ask.
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Mu Hanyan suppressed her smile and was too lazy to remind him.
"It's incomprehensible." Baby Ling, wearing his turtle shell, continued to wag his tail and walked quickly down the mountain.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, the carriage they had hidden was still there and had not been discovered.
It can be seen that when Sikong Qinglan saw his ox cart, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge rock hanging in his heart had finally been lifted off his shoulders.
Mu Hanyan shook his head secretly. He really didn't know how poor the Huayu Temple was. It was just a broken ox cart, but it made him so nervous.
Driving a horse-drawn carriage, the group headed towards Mujia Village.
Along the way, Ling Baobao was studying the stone slab. Mu Hanyan was worried about the safety of the little auspicious beast and had no intention of practicing. She would check on it from time to time.
Fortunately, even though it hadn't woken up, there was nothing unusual about it. Mu Hanyan was completely relieved and began to ponder the red fruit again. However, the result was the same as before. No matter how she used her spiritual power, she couldn't sense anything special about the red fruit.
What kind of fruit was this? Why was Kang Qingyuan willing to spend all his money to get it? And who was hiding behind Kang Qingyuan, and why was he after it? Mu Hanyan couldn't figure it out.
"Do you want to try a small bite?" Mu Hanyan's heart moved, but she quickly dismissed the idea. She didn't want to end up like the little auspicious beast.
"Sir, we're here." Mu Tu's excited voice rang out.
Slightly opening the door curtain, Mujia Village came into view. After walking on the road for another two days, it was sunset. The golden sunset slowly fell, adding a bit of tranquility and peace to Mujia Village.
After walking through thousands of miles of wilderness and witnessing the displacement of the refugees, Mu Hanyan finally realized how rare such peace and tranquility was for ordinary people in the Continent of Gods.
Hearing the sound of a carriage approaching from afar, all the villagers rushed to the village entrance to greet them. Seeing those simple and expectant faces, Mu Hanyan felt inexplicably moved.
As soon as the carriage drove into the village, all the villagers knelt on the ground in unison, their eyes filled with awe.
There's no need to be like this. We're all family, why are we being so polite? Besides, it's only been a dozen days since we last met, not years. Seeing this, Mu Hanyan felt embarrassed and quickly stood up, trying to help the old patriarch who was kneeling in front of her.
However, as soon as she stretched out her hand, Mu Hanyan found that she seemed to have misunderstood. Everyone's eyes were looking behind her, at the dilapidated ox cart.
Mu Hanyan turned her head and was completely stunned.
Sikong Qinglan had changed into his bright priest robes at some point, and was leaning on a crooked, black, and old tree-root-like cane that was more than a man's height. He stood straight, and glanced at the kneeling crowd with a kind, compassionate, even somewhat sad, yet majestic look.
The golden afterglow fell on him, casting a mysterious and holy aura over him.
In an instant, even Mu Hanyan felt a sense of longing in her heart, and the Mu clan members headed by Mu Chenglin were so excited that they were shaking all over.
"The light of God spreads all over the earth, giving peace to all beings! People of God, get up." Sikong Qinglan looked into the distance at the endless horizon, his voice became low and slightly hoarse, full of magnetism, as if it had a kind of magical power to bewitch people.
Mu Chenglin and others fell to the ground, their faces flushed with excitement, tears glistening in their eyes, and some of them even couldn't help crying out loud.
This is the real charlatan!
Miss Mu then realized that she had been wrong before. Seeing Ye Yian's aloof and otherworldly demeanor, she thought he was more like a charlatan than the temple priests. Now she realized that she had actually underestimated the priests' charlatan skills.
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