"The greatest duty of the priest of prayer is to pray for the people. Whenever they go to a village, pray for the villagers and spread the glory of God, which is also their duty. By the way, the broken root in his hand is the prayer. Only priests are qualified to hold the scepter." Ye Yi'an explained in a low voice.

Looking at that gaze, it seemed that he was very disapproving of the deceptive act of the gods in the temple. He didn't know that, in fact, he was often more sacred than Sikong Qinglan.

Only then did Mu Hanyan know why Sikong Qinglan was so proficient in the great **** dance before. It turned out that this was originally his duty, just like those low-level **** sticks in the remote savages of the Saint Continent.

"Get up all, the compassionate gods will always watch you and give you health and peace." The crowd couldn't kneel down, and Sikong Qinglan slowly got out of the carriage, and at the same time took out small porcelain bottles to distribute them to them.

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

"It's a pill, it's useless for priests, but it's good for ordinary people to strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives, and it can also help them resist the power of the law." Ye Yi'an answered.

When the two were talking, everyone got up one after another, and they were grateful to receive Sikong Qinglan's medicine with tears.

"Priest, I didn't know you were coming. We didn't prepare for the ceremonial ceremony. We also forgot about the priest Haihan." Mu Chenglin rubbed his hands and said nervously.

"Don’t say that, the old patriarch. It’s an honor for me to come to the Mu family. You Mu Hanyan of the Mu clan has decided to become the priest of our Huayu Temple. This is the honor of our Huayu Temple and my honor. I came to Mujiacun this time, but I actually made a special trip to **** her to the Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan said politely.

"It turned out to be like this." It suddenly dawned on Mu Chenglin. They knew that Mu Hanyan was a born **** priest, so they didn't feel too strange about Sikong Qinglan's enthusiasm. After all, in ordinary people's perception, a born **** priest , That's a genius and genius who only appeared in a thousand years.

But in any case, Sikong Qinglan personally escorted Mu Hanyan to the Huayu Temple, which made them feel proud. In any case, Mu Hanyan represented their Mujia Village.

"Old lady, let's prepare a dinner party and entertain the priest, right?" A child of the clan reminded Mu Chenglindao.

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

In fact, they were already ready to welcome Mu Hanyan and Ye Yi'an, but now that another praying priest came, the dinner would naturally be a little more rich.

"I'm going to kill pigs." Mutu said excitedly.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome, it's good to be casual, and it's good to be casual." Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Si Kong Qinglan was a little embarrassed, but he said that it was good to be casual, but his belly grumbled a few times.

This priest seems to be hungry for a long time. Mu Hanyan thought funny.

Sitting with Sikong Qinglan for a while, the dinner was also 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 corners of the street.

Every village in the Continent of Gods has such a large piece of flat land. When Mu Hanyan first came, he thought it was a martial arts field, but later 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. One point, it is used by the great god.

As soon as everyone was seated, the wine and dishes were served one after another. Although they were not as exquisite as the restaurants in Tianfeng City, the dishes were delicious in color, fragrance, and smell. Even Mu Hanyan smelled the tempting smell of meat. The index finger moved.

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

"You don't need to be polite, please, please." Sikong Qinglan also quickly picked up the wine glass.

The two touched their glasses, and then drank them all, and the dinner officially began.

Although the Mu people have their own fiefs, and their lives are many times richer than those of the refugees who live in no fixed place, but they are not always open to the sea to eat and drink, and it is rare to encounter this kind of tooth sacrifice. Naturally, no one will be polite. The cups and cups staggered during the banquet, which was even more enjoyable.

"Eat, don't be polite." Ling Baobao, who was across from the table, feasted even more, eating with joy, and while eating, he said to Sikong Qinglan.

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

"Priest Sikong, eat, there are no outsiders here, and it won't be spread." Mu Hanyan couldn't stand it anymore, and said sympathetically.

"Then...I'm not welcome." It would be fine if there were no other people, but watching everyone around eating and drinking in the sea, Sikong Qinglan's glutton was completely hooked up and grabbed his chopsticks.

"That's right, young people should be more casual, too restrained... not good..." Ye Yi'an had also seen that Sikong Qinglan was very hungry, and saw that he was finally able to let go. Rejoicing, he said approvingly, but before he finished speaking, he was stunned, and the following words couldn't be said smoothly.

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

I saw Sikong Qinglan rolled up his sleeves, nibbling on a fat leg of pork in one hand, holding chopsticks in the other, and swept toward the table with lightning speed.

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

"How long has he not eaten?" Bao Bao Ling swallowed the chicken legs in his mouth with difficulty, looked at Mu Hanyan, and said blankly. I thought I was enough to eat, but I didn't expect there to be such an edible one in the world. He is now embarrassed to grab something from Sikong Qinglan. See how hungry this is.

Mu Hanyan didn't answer, she was more concerned about another question: What should the Huayu Temple be like?

Then Mu Hanyan thought with some black lines, she took these people over, can the Huayu Temple raise them? Can you afford to eat?

Outside the village, there was a sudden muffled noise.

"Rogue, the rogue is here!" A descendant of the Mu family who was in charge of guarding at the entrance of the village rushed in and screamed in horror.

"Rogue!" Ye Yi'an was taken aback and stood up.

Mu Hanyan also shuddered slightly before getting up. All around, the Mu family members also got up one after another, their expressions were unusually solemn.

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