Chapter 1737 1738 It Is Estimated that I Will Not Be Full

"The meal is here." Fortunately, Sikong Qinglan didn't forget about it, and quickly walked in with a food basket.

"What's there to eat?" Ling Baobao asked expectantly with golden light in his eyes.

"It's a little crude, I hope you don't mind." Sikong Qinglan said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I'm tired of eating jerky every day, it's better to keep it simple." Ling Baobao 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 gruel, a few coarse grain steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. At first, I thought that Sikong Qinglan was just a few words of modesty, but how could he know that it was really so simple.

With such a meal, even Mu Hanyan, who was never picky about eating, felt shabby. It's no wonder that Sikong Qinglan was so hungry that he almost ate his plate at the reception in Mujia Village. It was really hard to live in this temple.

But thinking about the situation of Huayu Temple, she can understand. The fiefs of Mujia Village are protected by enchantments, and there are still a lot of farmland, and every household also raises some livestock, and even the city around the Temple of Flower Rain is dilapidated, and even the temple itself can only barely maintain it. , even if there is, it is only enough to wrap the belly, and it is not bad not to starve to death.

"Eat it." Mu Hanyan really had no appetite, but Sikong Qinglan had good intentions and didn't want to embarrass him.

Although Ling Baobao was disappointed, he was very good at dealing with people and things. He didn't want to embarrass Sikong Qinglan, so he took the bowl of gruel and drank it.

"It's getting late, you all rest early, and I will take you to the temple for baptism tomorrow morning." After they finished eating, Sikong Qinglan put away the food box and left the room.

As soon as Sikong Qinglan left, Ling Baobao took out a piece of dried meat that was said to have been tired of eating for a long time, and devoured it.

Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao sympathetically, now it was not just a matter of improving her cultivation, it seemed that it was really even a matter of filling her stomach.

At dawn, Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao followed Sikong Qinglan through the corridor and came to the central hall.

Different from yesterday, there was a stone altar in the center of the hall, which looked a bit like an altar, and at the top of the altar, a black spar about half a foot in size was exuding a strange halo. It looks like there are runes engraved on it.

Obviously, this spar is used for baptism.

The entrance of the hall was already crowded with people. Except for An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, other priests were there, and even many ordinary people came to watch the fun.

Huayu Temple had not recruited a priest 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, Shen Yuhe's baby face showed a kind smile, but An Xiaxin still looked cold.

"Why did you come here? It's dawdling." An Xiaxin said impatiently.

"They had just arrived at the temple, and they were running all the way, so I called them late." Sikong Qinglan was mild-mannered, even a little shy, and he was not angry when she asked her, explaining.

"That's all for today, it can't be like this in the future. Especially you, although you are a natural priest of the gods, but when you arrive at the Huayu Temple, you must follow the rules of the Huayue Temple. If you are still so lazy and don't practice well in the future, it's better to do it as soon as possible. It's good to leave." An Xiaxin said to Mu Hanyan again.

Mu Hanyan frowned slightly, but nodded anyway. She could feel that An Xiaxin didn't welcome her arrival, or even rejected her, but Mu Hanyan was a man of two generations, and his heart was much more open-minded than his peers. It's not like turning her face over just because of a word.

"Lord An, let's start now." Sikong Qinglan was gentle, not stupid, and he noticed that An Xiaxin's tone was not good, so he changed the subject.

"Let's start." An Xiaxin said reservedly.

Sikong Qinglan uttered a low and melodious chant, played the dao dao tactic in his hand, and at the same time danced to the great god. As a prayer priest, it is also his duty to baptize new priests.

The people around were solemn, and many people showed envy and reverence, but seeing Sikong Qinglan singing and dancing, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but want to laugh. It's all about what, I don't know who came up with it.

A brilliant light suddenly shot up from the black spar, and the entire hall was illuminated brightly, sacred and majestic.

Mu Hanyan quickly put away the faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Although this great god danced a little funny, it was completely different from those god sticks in the Holy Court Continent.

"Okay, put your hand on the Soul Stone, and you will be able to accept God's baptism. Maybe there will be some pain, just bear with it." Sikong Qinglan finished the last hand trick with a solemn expression on his face. Said to Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan nodded, stepped forward quickly, and placed his hand on the black spar.

A clear stream immediately poured into the body along the palm of the hand, and swam quickly in the meridians. It felt so ethereal and light, but it gave people a sense of vastness.

Mu Hanyan was taken aback. She knew that the cultivation method of the temple was mainly based on the spiritual sense. She thought that the so-called baptism must also be related to the spiritual sense, but she did not expect a force to flow directly into the meridians.

If it were an ordinary person, of course it wouldn't be a big deal. Anyway, there is no foundation for cultivation. No matter whether he is spiritual sense or meridian, there will be no conflict, but she is different. Don't forget that she also has swordsman five. If the strength dormant in the meridians conflicts with this power, wouldn't her strength and identity be fully revealed?

Mu Hanyan thought about it, and hurriedly ran the Heavenly Heart Exercise quietly, gathering her energy towards her heart meridians, but even though her speed was fast, the power came faster, and in just a moment, the meridians in her whole body flowed rapidly. .

"This is troublesome!" Mu Hanyan's heart sank, as if he had seen the shocked expressions of An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe when the energy erupted.

Sikong Qinglan was fine, he had some guesses about his origins, even if he saw it, he would only confirm it once again, and would hide it for himself. Other civilians don't care, and they don't know what's going on after seeing it. But other priests, especially An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, are not so easy to fool. Even if their strength is not comparable to the old guys in Fengcheng Temple, but as the left and right priests of Huayu Temple, their vision is different. Poor.

"Should we kill someone to silence them?" Mu Hanyan had already started to think about this question.

Although Mu Hanyan would never be merciful in the face of a deadly enemy, she really couldn't do it just to cover up her own secret and kill innocent people.