Chapter 1802 (1/2)

”Guyizhang, the head of the ancient clan in the old cuning village, is here to see you priests.” The old people trembled to salute.

”The old patriarch doesn't have to be polite.” Mu Hanyan picked up the old man and handed him a healing pill.

Relying on the low-level herbs preserved in Huayu city and the friendship contributions of long Wudang and Ou Zhiming, she tried to refine some low-level pills.

”Thank you for your reward. On behalf of the 723 children in guning village, I would like to thank you for your help.” The old patriarch said with tears in his eyes.

Although this elixir is inferior in Mu Hanyan's eyes, it can't be inferior any more, but for ordinary people, it's a blessing that it took several generations to burn incense to get the God elixir from the chief priest.

”The old patriarch said that as a temple priest, it is our duty to protect the peace of our people and spread God's blessing.” Mu Hanyan said solemnly.

How to say, it's also the chief priest. Of course, it's necessary to maintain the proper manners of the clergy at this time. But when he said this, mu Hanyan felt a little strange. He became more and more like a god stick.

”My Lord is kind. My family of Gu family in Gu Ning village will always remember your kindness. I dare to ask which temple your Lord comes from.” The old patriarch was awed.

”My Lord is the chief sacrifice of Huayu temple.” Sikong Qinglan said with a proud face.

”It's the Lord of the sacrifice. The pariah calls on the Lord of the sacrifice.” The villagers in guning village have little knowledge, and they are not as sharp eyed as Chen Xuefeng. They didn't see the chief sacrifice sign on the sacrifice robe of Mu Hanyan before. At this time, they were surprised and fell on their knees again.

”Don't be polite. Get up, get up.” Mu Hanyan can only help the old clan leader again.

Although mu Hanyan didn't agree with the fanatical or even foolish belief in God, he also knew that it was the best way to maintain the rule of the temple. In such a vast continent, there were only a hundred temples to rule, and people's life was so difficult. Without such a belief, it would have been a mess.

She gradually got used to the worship of the common people.

”It's getting late. If you don't dislike my humble village, how about staying in the village tonight?” The old people have been watching the cold smoke for a long time.

For the villagers who have lived in the remote wasteland for a long time, the chief priest is a God. If she can stay in the village for one night, it will be the glory of the whole ancient clan, and future generations will be proud of it.

”We are kind-hearted. We still have some urgent matters. If we have a chance, we will bother again.” Mu Hanyan knows what the old clan leader is looking forward to, but he can only refuse.

In addition to the strange martial arts book in the cave mentioned by Chen Xuefeng, I don't know if there is anything else. Miss Mu doesn't want to miss this chance to make a fortune by accident. She's even more afraid of dreaming too much at night. She can't help it. She's really poor.

”Well, since my Lord is in a hurry, I will not detain him.” The old patriarch said regretfully.

”Your village is a little too far from the main city of the temple. It's not safe in the end. If you want, you can move to Huayu city.” Mu Hanyan was about to leave, but after looking at the dilapidated village, he sighed and said to the old clan leader.