Chapter 1722 1723

"The biggest duty of the prayer priest is to pray for the people. Every time he goes to a village, he prays for the villagers and spreads the brilliance of God, which is also their obligation. By the way, the broken root in his hand is the prayer A divine scepter that only priests are qualified to hold." Ye Yi'an explained in a low voice.

Looking at that gaze, it seems that he also disapproves of the demagogic trick of the temple. He didn't know that, in fact, he was more of a genius than Sikong Qinglan many times.

It was only then that Mu Hanyan knew why Sikong Qinglan was so proficient in dancing the Great God Dance before. It turned out that this was originally his responsibility, just like those low-level magic sticks in the remote and wild Sacred Court Continent.

"Get up, the merciful gods will always watch over you and give you health and peace." The crowd could not afford to kneel. Sikong Qinglan slowly got off the carriage, and at the same time took out small porcelain vases to share with them.

"What is that?" Mu Hanyan lowered her voice and asked curiously.

"It's an elixir. It's useless to priests, but it's good for ordinary people to keep fit and prolong their life. It can also help them resist the power of the law." Ye Yi'an replied.

Just as the two of them were talking, everyone stood up one after another and took Sikong Qinglan's medicine pill with tears in their eyes.

"Master Priest, I didn't know you were coming. We didn't prepare the honor guard, and we forgot about Master Priest Haihan." Mu Chenglin rubbed his hands together and said nervously.

"The old patriarch must not say that, it is my honor to come to the Mu family. Mu Hanyan of your Mu family has decided to become the priest of our Huayu Temple. This is the honor of our Huayu Temple and my honor. When I came to Mujia Village this time, I actually made a special trip to escort her to the Temple of Flower Rain." Sikong Qinglan said politely.

"So that's what it is." Mu Chenglin suddenly realized that they knew that Mu Hanyan was a natural priest of the gods, so they didn't find it too strange for Sikong Qinglan's enthusiasm. , that is a genius and a genius that has only appeared in a thousand years.

But no matter what, Sikong Qinglan personally escorted Mu Hanyan to Huayu Temple, which made them feel very proud. No matter what, Mu Hanyan also represented their Mujia Village.

"Old lady, let's go to prepare a dinner party and entertain the Lord Prayer Priest, shall we?" A member of the clan reminded Mu Chenglin.

"Yes, yes, hurry up to prepare the dinner party, slaughter the pigs and sheep, and bring out the good wine in the cellar." Mu Chenglin shouted loudly.

In fact, they had already made preparations to welcome Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an, but since there was another prayer priest, the banquet would naturally be a little richer.

"I'm going to kill the pig." Mutu said excitedly.

"You don't have to be so troublesome, just do whatever you want, whatever you want." Seeing everyone being so enthusiastic, Sikong Qinglan felt a little embarrassed, but he said that it was okay to be casual, but his stomach grumbled a few times.

This priest, it seems that the time to be hungry is not short. Mu Hanyan thought with a funny heart.

After sitting with Sikong Qinglan for a while, the dinner was ready.

On the flat ground in the middle of the village, dozens of large round tables were placed, 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, he thought it was a martial arts field. Later, he learned that it was a sacrifice to the gods, and it was also used by the priests to pray for the villagers when they came. To put it bluntly One point, that is, it is used by the god of dancing.

As soon as everyone was seated, the wine and dishes were served one after another. Although they were not as refined as the restaurants in Tianfeng City, each dish was full of color, flavor, and aroma. Even Mu Hanyan could smell the tempting meat aroma. The index finger moved.

"Master Priest, please." Ye Yi'an said to Sikong Qinglan, holding up the wine glass.

"You don't need to be too polite, please, please." Sikong Qinglan hurriedly raised his glass.

The two touched their glasses, then drank it all, and the dinner officially started.

Although the people of the Mu clan have their own fiefdoms and live a life that is many times richer than those of the homeless people, they are not always able to open their stomachs to eat and drink. Of course no one will be polite. The cups and cups are staggered between the banquets, which is even more enjoyable.

"Eat, you're welcome." Ling Baobao, who was opposite the table, was even more delighted.

"Oh, I..." Sikong Qinglan wanted to be polite, but he couldn't help swallowing.

"Priest Sikong, eat it, there are no outsiders here, so it won't spread." Mu Hanyan couldn't bear it any longer, and said sympathetically.

"Then... I'm welcome." It would be fine if there were no others, but seeing everyone around him eating and drinking in the sea, Sikong Qinglan's greed was completely hooked, and he picked up his chopsticks.

"That's right, young people should be more casual, too restrictive, no... not good..." Ye Yi'an also saw that Sikong Qinglan was not too hungry, and when he finally let go, he also had a look on his face. He was relieved and said approvingly, but before he finished speaking, he was stunned, and the words that followed were not smooth.

Not only him, but Mu Hanyan and the others were also stunned. Even Ling Baobao, who was nibbling on a chicken leg, opened his mouth and looked shocked.

I saw Sikong Qinglan rolled up his sleeves, nibbled at the fat pig leg in one hand, and grabbed chopsticks in the other, and swept across the table with lightning speed.

In just a moment, the plates in front of him were all bottomed out, and most of the other plates were also wiped out by his wind.

"How long has he not eaten?" Ling Baobao swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth with difficulty, looked at Mu Hanyan, and said blankly. I thought I could eat it, but I didn't expect that there was such a food in the world. He was too embarrassed to go grab food from Sikong Qinglan now. Look how hungry this is.

Mu Hanyan didn't answer. She was more concerned about another question: Huayu Temple, what kind of poverty should it be?

Then Mu Hanyan thought to some black lines, she brought these people over, can Huayu Temple support them? Can you afford to eat?

Outside the village, there was a sudden muffled sound like thunder.

"The rogue, the robber is here!" A descendant of the Mu family who was in charge of guarding the village entrance rushed in and shouted in horror.

"Rogue!" Ye Yi'an was suddenly startled and stood up.

Mu Hanyan also froze slightly, followed by getting up. All around, the members of the Mu clan also stood up one after another, their expressions all looking extremely solemn.

(How did you celebrate the National Day? I wish you all a happy holiday.)