"The greatest duty of a prayer priest is to pray for the people. Every time they go to a village, they pray for the villagers and spread the glory of God. This is also their obligation. By the way, the broken tree root in his hand is the divine staff that only a prayer priest is qualified to hold." Ye Yian explained in a low voice.
Judging from his expression, he seemed to disapprove of the temple's deceptive and charlatanic behavior. He didn't know that he was actually more of a charlatan than Sikong Qinglan at times.
Only then did Mu Hanyan understand why Sikong Qinglan had been so skilled in performing the shaman dance before. It turned out that this was his duty, just like those low-level charlatans in the remote and wild areas of the Holy Court Continent.
"Everyone, get up. The merciful gods will always watch over you and grant you health and peace." Everyone knelt for a long time. Sikong Qinglan slowly got off the carriage and took out small porcelain bottles to distribute to them.
"What is that?" Mu Hanyan lowered her voice and asked curiously.
"It's a pill. It's of no use to priests, but it's very beneficial for ordinary people to strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives. It can also help them resist the power of the laws." Ye Yian replied.
While the two were talking, everyone had already stood up and took Sikong Qinglan's pills with tears of gratitude.
"Your Excellency the Priest, we didn't know you were coming, and we didn't prepare any ceremonial equipment. Please forgive us, Your Excellency the Priest." Mu Chenglin rubbed his hands and said nervously.
"Old Patriarch, please don't say that. It is my honor to come to the Mu family. Mu Hanyan from your Mu clan has decided to become the priest of our Huayu Temple. This is an honor for our Huayu Temple as well as my honor. I came to Mujia Village this time to escort her to the Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan said politely.
"So that's how it is." Mu Chenglin suddenly realized. They had known for a long time that Mu Hanyan was a natural born priest of the gods, so they didn't find Sikong Qinglan's enthusiasm too strange. After all, in the general perception, a natural born priest of the gods is a genius who appears only once in a thousand years.
But no matter what, Sikong Qinglan personally escorted Mu Hanyan to the Huayu Temple, which made them feel proud. No matter what, Mu Hanyan represented their Mujia Village.
"Old man, let's prepare dinner now to entertain the Lord Priest Qiyu?" A young man from the clan reminded Mu Chenglin.
"Yes, yes, yes, hurry up and prepare the dinner, kill the pigs and sheep, and take out all the good wine in the cellar." Mu Chenglin shouted loudly.
In fact, they had already prepared to welcome Mu Hanyan, Ye Yian and others, but since another prayer priest had arrived, the dinner would naturally be more sumptuous.
"I'm going to kill the pig." Mu Tu said excitedly.
"No need to go to so much trouble, just do whatever you want, just do whatever you want." Seeing how enthusiastic everyone was, Sikong Qinglan felt a little embarrassed. However, while he said "just do whatever you want", his stomach growled a few times.
This high priest, it looks like he has been hungry for quite some time, Mu Hanyan thought with amusement.
After sitting with Sikong Qinglan for a while, the dinner was ready.
Dozens of large round tables were placed on the flat ground in the middle of the village, 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 the Continent of Gods. When Mu Hanyan first arrived, she thought it was a martial arts training ground. Later, she found out that it was used for worshiping gods and for priests to pray for the villagers when they come. To put it bluntly, it is used for shamanism.
As soon as everyone was seated, the food and wine were served one after another. Although not as exquisite as the restaurants in Tianfeng City, each dish was still delicious. Even Mu Hanyan was salivating at the tempting aroma of meat.
"Master Priest, please." Ye Yian picked up the wine glass and said to Sikong Qinglan.
"Sir, there is no need to be so polite. Please, please." Sikong Qinglan quickly picked up the wine glass.
The two clinked their glasses, drank them all, and the dinner officially began.
Although the Mu clan had their own fiefdoms and lived far more prosperously than the homeless refugees, they couldn't always eat and drink to their heart's content. When they had the rare opportunity to indulge in a feast like this, naturally, no one would refuse to be polite. The feast was filled with joy, as cups and glasses mingled.
"Eat, don't be polite." Ling Baobao, who was sitting across the table, was eating with great relish. While eating, he said to Sikong Qinglan.
"Oh, I..." Sikong Qinglan wanted to be polite, but he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
"Priest Sikong, please eat. There are no outsiders here, so the news won't get out." Mu Hanyan couldn't bear it any longer and said sympathetically.
"Then... I won't be polite." It would be fine if there was no one else around, but seeing everyone around eating and drinking to their heart's content, Sikong Qinglan's appetite was completely aroused, and he gritted his teeth and picked up the chopsticks.
"That's right, young people should be more casual. Being too restrained is not... good..." Ye Yian had already noticed that Sikong Qinglan was very hungry. Seeing that he finally let go, he was relieved and spoke approvingly. However, he was stunned before he finished speaking, and the rest of his words were not smooth.
Not only him, Mu Hanyan and others were also stunned. Even Ling Baobao, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, had his mouth open with a look of shock on his face.
Sikong Qinglan rolled up his sleeves, took a fat pork leg in one hand and started chewing it fiercely, while holding the chopsticks in the other hand, he swept across the table at lightning speed.
In just a moment, the plates in front of him were all empty, and most of the other plates were also eaten up by him in a flash.
"How long has it been since he last ate?" Ling Baobao swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth with difficulty and looked at Mu Hanyan blankly. He thought he was a big eater, but he didn't expect there were such big eaters in the world. He was too embarrassed to fight with Sikong Qinglan for food. Look at how hungry he is!
Mu Hanyan did not answer. She was more concerned about another question: How poor is the Huayu Temple?
Then Mu Hanyan thought a little darkly, if she took these people with her, would the Flower Rain Temple be able to support them? Could they afford to feed them?
Outside the village, there was a sudden muffled sound like thunder.
"The bandits are coming!" A descendant of the Mu family who was in charge of guarding the village entrance rushed in, tumbling and crawling, shouting in horror.
"Bandits!" Ye Yian was suddenly startled and stood up.
Mu Hanyan also shuddered slightly, then stood up. All around her, the Mu clan members also stood up, their expressions unusually solemn.
(How did you spend National Day? Happy holidays everyone.)
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