"My, my leg is healed!" Suddenly, an elderly man stood up tremblingly and shouted ecstatically.
His legs had long since shriveled up like dry firewood, and it was obvious that he had been disabled for many years. Even when he came to the square just now, he had to be carried by someone. But at this moment, his thin legs supported him to stand up again.
The old man shouted as he rolled up his trouser legs with trembling hands. His legs, which had long lost their vitality, were now shining with a luster like a baby's skin. If one used spiritual power to investigate, one would find that the meridians and blood vessels in them were growing and expanding rapidly, full of vitality.
"My hand can move now, the injury is healed, my injury is healed." A middle-aged man waved his arms and cried with joy.
Shock flashed across everyone's faces. The old man didn't know many people, but many knew this middle-aged man. His name was Li Qiyuan, and he had been a guard for the Tianyang Temple. His family had served the temple for generations, and he was quite famous. Ten years ago, while accompanying Zhuge Qiu to apprehend a bandit, he was unfortunately injured. The meridians in his right arm were severed, and he could no longer use them. Many people sighed.
Judging from the way he was swinging his right arm, it was obvious that his injury had healed.
"My illness has healed. God has mercy on me. I have finally recovered."
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From the crowd, ecstatic cheers rang out. Many of the people who came to participate in the ceremony were suffering from long-term illnesses or old injuries that had yet to heal. They came to try their luck, hoping the gospel of divine will spread by the officiating priests could heal their injuries.
Of course, they were devout, but they also knew that the officiating priests weren't omnipotent. If they were truly that effective, they wouldn't just be officiating priests, but gods. So they simply held onto a vague and beautiful wish, not really expecting much. But who could have imagined that their injuries would actually heal?
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Mu Hanyan. The other main priests had already stopped, but Mu Hanyan was the only one still chanting softly and making hand gestures. Of course, they knew who had done the credit.
"God's prayer, it's God's prayer!" Someone shouted.
In an instant, the square, which had just been filled with cheers and excitement, calmed down again. All the people knelt on the ground and chanted in extremely solemn and pious voices, "Respected Priest, thank you for granting us new life. We will pray for you with our lifelong faith and defend your glory with our lives..."
The chanting of hundreds of thousands of people was so uniform and there was not a single noise.
Even though Mu Hanyan was used to seeing many storms, at this moment, she was inexplicably shocked.
"What is God's prayer?" Mu Hanyan asked with some confusion as Shen Yuhe came over from behind with an equally pious expression.
She seemed to have seen records about prayers to God in the ancient books of the temple, but because it had nothing to do with cultivation, she was too lazy to waste time and skipped it directly.
"God's prayer, as the name suggests, is a prayer presided over by God himself. Its effect is much stronger than the sacrifices of ordinary priests. Just like what you just saw, it is said that even the sacrifice presided over by the chief priest himself may not be comparable to God's prayer." Chen Yuhe said excitedly.
"But where did that god come from just now?" Mu Hanyan said in confusion.
"It is said that the most devout priests may receive the favor of God when participating in the ceremony, and then perform God's prayers." When she said this, Shen Yuhe's expression suddenly became a little weird.
She had been in contact with Mu Hanyan for quite some time and had long noticed that the chief priest's real interest was in cultivation. He had no interest in the glory of God or the will of God, and he didn't even know what prayer to God was.
How could she be so pious towards the legendary god?
However, it was such a high priest who did not believe in God at all, but was favored by God and performed God's prayers. It was simply inexplicable.
Mu Han finally understood that the so-called prayer to God was actually just a means for the temple to rule over the people.
In fact, she had clearly felt that as she made her last hand gesture, infinite life energy surged in from all directions and finally gathered on the square. The reason why the people below who were suffering from injuries and illnesses recovered was because of this, and it had nothing to do with the prayers to God.
After all, this is actually a kind of divine art, but it is too mysterious and too difficult to perform.
Mu Hanyan thought back to what happened just now, and knew that the reason she was able to perform the prayer of God was, on the one hand, because of the unintentional assistance of the twelve chief priests, which helped her greatly improve and condense her divine consciousness; on the other hand, it was because part of the memory of the Aolai divine beast had awakened, and she had truly mastered the mantra and hand gestures; on the other hand, it was probably also due to coincidence.
If it were another time and place, even if she still had the assistance of the twelve high priests, even if she still had the awakened memory of Aolai, it would be difficult for her to mobilize such a huge life force with her current strength.
But is it really a coincidence? Isn't it a bit too coincidental?
Mu Hanyan's heart moved, and she thought of Ye Yanran's Tianlin Divine Healing Technique. That was originally a natural magical power hidden in her blood, but for some reason she couldn't use it herself and had to rely on Ye Yanran to perform it.
Could it be that this so-called prayer of God could actually be healed by Tianlin God by herself? In other words, after learning the priest's magic, she could finally use her own innate magical powers.
The more Mu Hanyan thought about it, the more possible it seemed, and the more excited she became. You know, Hua Yue and other followers had already comprehended and mastered their own innate magical powers long ago, but she, the master, had been unable to comprehend the innate magical powers for a long time. She had been depressed about this for a long time.
Unfortunately, the assistance of more than a dozen other high priests is still needed, and Mu Hanyan’s guess cannot be finally verified. She can only suppress the excitement in her heart for the time being.
"Oh no, I remembered something. This is troublesome." Shen Yuhe thought of something and her face suddenly changed. She said with worry.
"What's the matter?" Mu Hanyan asked. Seeing Shen Yuhe's worried look, she also became a little nervous for some unknown reason.
"I heard that many priests who have been blessed by God and have cast God's prayers do not live long. Once they cast God's prayers, they will become extremely weak and it will be difficult for them to live for another ten years, and it will be difficult for them to make any breakthroughs in strength. Are you okay, Master Priest? Please don't scare me. What will the Huayu Temple do if something happens to you?" Chen Yuhe's hands were touching and tapping Mu Hanyan's body, and she was so worried that she was about to cry.
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