"The meal is here." Fortunately, Sikong Qinglan did not forget about this and soon came in with a food basket.
"What delicious food are there?" Ling Baobao asked with anticipation, his eyes gleaming with gold.
"It's a bit simple, I hope you don't mind." Sikong Qinglan said embarrassedly.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm tired of chewing on dried meat every day. 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 whole grain steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. At first, I thought Sikong Qinglan was just being modest, but I didn't expect it to be so simple.
Even Mu Hanyan, who was never picky about food, felt shabby with such a meal. No wonder Sikong Qinglan was so hungry that he almost ate his plate at the welcoming banquet in Mujia Village. Life in this temple was really getting unbearable.
But thinking about the plight of the Flower Rain Temple, she could understand. Mujia Village's fiefdom was protected by a barrier, and at least it had large tracts of farmland, and every household raised some livestock. Meanwhile, the city surrounding the Flower Rain Temple was in ruins, and even the temple itself was barely maintaining itself. There was no farmland or livestock, and even if there was, it was barely enough to feed themselves, and they were lucky not to starve to death.
"Eat." Mu Hanyan really had no appetite, but after all, Sikong Qinglan meant well, and she didn't want to embarrass him.
Although Ling Baobao was disappointed, he was very nice in his interactions with others. He didn't want to embarrass Sikong Qinglan, so he picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it in big gulps.
"It's getting late. You should all go to bed early. I will take you to the temple for baptism tomorrow morning." After they finished their meal, Sikong Qinglan put away the lunch box and left the room.
As soon as Sikong Qinglan left, Ling Baobao took out a piece of dried meat that he had said he had been tired of chewing, and started to devour it ravenously, without showing any sign of being tired of it at all.
Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao with sympathy. Now it was not just a matter of improving his cultivation. It seemed that even filling his stomach had become a problem.
At dawn, Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao followed Sikong Qinglan through the corridor and came to the central hall.
Unlike yesterday, there was a stone platform in the center of the hall, which looked a bit like an altar. On the top of the altar, a black crystal stone about half a foot in size was emitting a strange halo. Looking closely, it was engraved with runes.
Obviously, this crystal is used for baptism.
The entrance to the hall was already crowded with people. Except for An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, all other priests were there, and even many ordinary people came to watch the fun.
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 coming over, Shen Yuhe's baby face showed a friendly smile, but An Xiaxin still looked cold.
"Why are you here so late? You're taking so long." An Xiaxin said impatiently.
"They just arrived at the temple and had been traveling all the way, so I called them a little late." Sikong Qinglan was gentle and even a little shy. He didn't get angry when she questioned him, and explained.
"Let it go today, but don't do this again in the future. Especially you, although you are a natural priest of the gods, when you come to the Huayu Temple, you must abide by the rules of the Huayue Temple. If you continue to be lazy and don't practice well in the future, it's better to leave as soon as possible." 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 repulsed. However, Mu Hanyan had lived two lives and her mind was much broader than her peers, so she would not turn against her just because of a single word.
"Lord An, let's start now." Sikong Qinglan has a gentle personality, but he is not stupid. He also noticed that An Xiaxin's tone was unfriendly, so he changed the subject.
"Let's start." An Xiaxin said reservedly.
Sikong Qinglan uttered a low and melodious chant, making hand gestures while simultaneously performing a divine dance. As a prayer priest, it was also his duty to baptize the new priests.
The crowd around them all had solemn expressions, many even showing envy and admiration. However, seeing Sikong Qinglan singing and dancing like a god, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but want to laugh. What the hell was going on? Who came up with this?
A brilliant light suddenly shot up from the black crystal into the sky, illuminating the entire hall, making it look sacred and majestic.
Mu Hanyan quickly put away the faint smile on the corner of her mouth. Although the way this great god danced was a bit funny, he was completely different from those charlatans in the Holy Court Continent.
"Okay, place your hand on the Soul Stone, and you will be able to receive God's baptism. It may be a little painful, but just bear with it." After Sikong Qinglan made the last hand gesture, he said to Mu Hanyan with a solemn face.
Mu Hanyan nodded, walked quickly forward, and placed her hand on the black crystal.
A stream of clear water immediately flowed into the body through the palm of the hand and traveled rapidly through the meridians. The feeling was so ethereal and light, yet gave people a sense of vastness and boundlessness.
Mu Hanyan was shocked. She knew that the temple's method of cultivation was based on divine consciousness, and she thought that this so-called baptism must also be related to divine consciousness, but she didn't expect that a force would directly surge into the meridians.
If it were an ordinary person, this would certainly not be a big deal. Anyway, they don't have any foundation for cultivation, so there will be no conflict between their spiritual thoughts and meridians. But she is different. Don't forget that she has the cultivation level of a fifth-level swordsman. If the energy dormant in her meridians conflicts with this power, wouldn't her strength and identity be exposed?
Mu Hanyan's mind moved, and she quickly and quietly practiced the Tianxin Gong Fa, gathering the energy towards her heart meridian. However, although her speed was fast, the power came even faster. In just a moment, it began to flow rapidly through the meridians throughout her body.
"This is trouble!" Mu Hanyan's heart sank, as if she had already seen the shocked expressions of An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe when the energy exploded.
Sikong Qinglan was fine, having some suspicions about his origins. Even if he saw something, he would only confirm it, and would keep it a secret. The other civilians didn't care either; if they saw it, they probably wouldn't know what was going on. But the other priests, especially An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, were not so easily fooled. While their strength might not rival the veterans of Fengcheng Temple, as the left and right priests of Huayu Temple, their vision was not bad.
"Should I kill him to silence him?" Mu Hanyan had already started thinking about this question.
Although Mu Hanyan would never show mercy to an enemy who deserved death, she really couldn't kill innocent people just to cover up her own secrets.
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