"I am Gu Yizhang, the patriarch of the Gu clan in Guning Village. I would like to pay my respects to all the high priests." The old clan leader stepped forward tremblingly and saluted.
"No need to be so polite, old patriarch." Mu Hanyan helped the old man up and handed him a healing pill.
Relying on some low-level medicinal herbs stored in Huayu City and the friendly contributions of Long Wudang and Ou Mingzhi, she tried to refine some low-level pills.
"Thank you for your reward, sir. On behalf of the 723 people of Guning Village, I would like to thank you for saving our lives." The old patriarch said with tears in his eyes.
Although this elixir was of extremely low grade in Mu Hanyan's opinion, for ordinary people, being rewarded with a divine elixir by the chief priest was a blessing earned through burning incense for several lifetimes.
"Old Patriarch, you are too polite. As priests of the temple, it is our duty to protect the safety of our people and spread God's blessings." Mu Hanyan said righteously.
After all, he is the chief priest, and of course he should maintain the proper demeanor of a clergyman at such times. But when he said this, Mu Hanyan herself felt a little weird. Why did he seem more and more like a charlatan?
"Your Excellency is so kind. The Gu family of Guning Village will always remember your kindness. May I ask which temple you are from?" The old patriarch stood in awe.
"Your Excellency is the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple." Sikong Qinglan said proudly.
"So it's the High Priest. The untouchables pay their respects to the High Priest." The villagers of Guning Village were not very knowledgeable, and not as sharp-eyed as Chen Xuefeng. They had not noticed the High Priest symbol on Mu Hanyan's sacrificial robe before. When they heard this, they were shocked and knelt down again.
"No need to be so polite, everyone, get up, get up." Mu Hanyan could only help the old patriarch up again.
Although she did not agree with the somewhat fanatical and even ignorant belief in God on the Continent of Gods, Mu Hanyan also knew that this was the best way for the Temple to maintain its rule. Such a vast continent was ruled by less than a hundred temples, and the lives of the people were so difficult. If there was no such belief, it would have been in chaos long ago.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Gradually, she got used to the common people's worship.
"It's getting late. If the chief priest doesn't mind the simplicity of my Guning Village, would you like to stay here for one night?" The old patriarch looked at Mu Hanyan expectantly.
For villagers like them who have lived in remote wilderness for a long time, the chief priestess in front of them is a god-like existence. If she can stay in the village for one night, it will be an honor for the entire Gu family, and future generations will be proud of it.
"I appreciate your kindness. We have some urgent matters to attend to. I'll bother you again if I have the chance in the future." Mu Hanyan knew what the old patriarch was expecting, but she could only refuse.
I wonder if the cave that Chen Xuefeng mentioned contains anything else besides the strange martial arts book. Miss Mu doesn't want to miss this opportunity to make a fortune, but she is afraid of more trouble. There is nothing she can do, she is really too poor.
"Well, since you have urgent matters, I won't try to keep you here." The old patriarch said regretfully.
"Your village is a little too far from the main city of the temple. It is not very safe. If you want, you can move to Huayu City." Mu Hanyan was about to leave, but after looking at the dilapidated village, she sighed in her heart and said to the old patriarch.
Looking at the situation in this village, life is really not that good. Even if they didn't encounter the Blood Wind Bandits today, they would have been wiped out by other bandits sooner or later. Anyway, Huayu City is recruiting civilians to move in, so we might as well give them a hand. Compared to those refugees who are used to being unrestrained, these simple villagers are much easier to manage.
"Sir, are you telling the truth?" The old patriarch looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise. They knew, of course, that being a citizen of the main city of the temple was very different from living in a village far away from the main city.
"Take my letter to see the Left Priestess of the Huayu Temple, and she will make arrangements for you." Mu Hanyan didn't explain too much, but wrote a short letter and handed it to him.
"Thank you for your kindness, Master Priest." The old patriarch was so moved that he burst into tears. He once again led the tribesmen to kneel down and worship.
Mu Hanyan felt helpless and could only help him up again.
"I don't know how to repay the kindness of the chief priest. My ancestors left me a treasure, and I would like to present it to you. I hope you won't refuse it." The old patriarch took out something wrapped in a cloth from his pocket, opened it carefully, and said uneasily.
Although this treasure was passed down from generation to generation and was extremely precious in his eyes, he also knew that the status of the High Priest was not comparable to his own. The treasure that seemed so valuable to him might be worthless in the eyes of others, and he was afraid of being laughed at.
In fact, Mu Hanyan didn't really care about his so-called treasure. It was just that seeing how terrified he was, she didn't want to hurt his self-esteem, so she didn't refuse directly.
However, when the old patriarch unfolded the cloth layer by layer, Mu Hanyan was stunned. Beside her, Ling Baobao's eyes widened. Then, a little star flashed in the eyes of both of them at the same time.
The Hun Tian Stone, it turned out to be another Hun Tian Stone.
The last time Mu Hanyan returned from Fengcheng Temple, she kindly helped a tribe of refugees and obtained a piece of Hun Tian Stone from the big man who was in charge. It was with the help of that Hun Tian Stone that Mu Hanyan broke through the restrictions of the laws, and her cultivation was temporarily restored to the peak of the great swordsman, and she killed Kang Qingyuan who was following her in one fell swoop.
On the way back, she and Ling Baobao carefully searched the scrap stones they bought from the big man several times, but they couldn't find the second Hun Tian Stone. They regretted it for a long time, but they didn't expect to find another one in Guning Village.
"I also know that this kind of meteorite gold is not pleasing to the eyes of Your Excellency, but my Guning Village really can't produce anything decent. I can only show my respect. I hope Your Excellency will not despise it." Seeing Mu Hanyan's dazed look, the old patriarch thought that what he took out was too cheap, so cheap that it shocked the chief priest, and his old face turned red with shame.
"The old patriarch is too modest. This meteorite gold is of some use to me. Since it is a gift from the Gu family, I will accept it." Mu Hanyan suppressed her inner excitement and took the meteorite gold from the old patriarch's hand.
What a joke! I despise such a baby. I must be crazy.
However, fearing the old patriarch might become suspicious and guess the value of the Hun Tian Stone, Mu Hanyan feigned composure. She wasn't worried about the other party harboring any ill intentions; in fact, even if they did, they wouldn't pose a threat to her. Rather, she was afraid the old patriarch, upon guessing the value of the Hun Tian Stone, would search for it and bring disaster upon their clan.
Not everyone is qualified to possess the treasures of nature and earth.
Besides, she still didn't know if anyone in the Continent of Gods knew about the special use of the Hun Tian Stone, and whether anyone would be able to infer her origins from it, so it was better to be careful.
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