Chapter 794: Jiangcheng is like a dream (two in one)
The divinely blessed pilgrim team walked through the snow and slowly arrived at Jiangcheng.
The river city in November is already covered in silver.
The river has frozen into ice, and only the small bridge has no flowing water.
The black tiles were covered with thick snow, blending in with the white walls. From a distance, they looked like a row of jade palaces.
In stark contrast to the grand and majestic architectural style of Chang'an, everything here seems to have come out of a dream of ice sculptures and jade bricks. It is exquisite and compact, yet exudes the bustling atmosphere of human life.
Song Haiyin walked slowly on the arch bridge, and the bluestone under her feet was already covered with a thin layer of frost.
She looked at the bamboo forest and weeping willows on both sides of the bridge that were frozen stiff, and the shadow of another tree emerged in her mind - the pear tree that was always in bloom.
Are you okay now?
However, they should be able to live better under the care of adults...
Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a slight touch at her feet, as if something was quietly rubbing against her boots.
She looked down and saw a ball of snow-white fluff rolling past her feet and quickly slipping under her snow-white robe.
What is it?
Small animals?
but……
A familiar fragrance filled my nose...
She gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and a pair of watery, round, bright eyes were looking up at her timidly. The furry thing turned out to be a cluster of thriving pear blossoms.
For a moment, she was stunned.
She had a slight thought and quickly lowered the hem of her skirt to cover the strange baby in the pear tree that came out of nowhere.
Then, a slightly cool touch touched her calf, and the little thing hugged her gently, clinging tightly to her as if acting coquettishly.
She felt a little warm in her heart, but couldn't help feeling confused.
Didn’t the Lord go north?
How did this little thing appear here?
"Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?" An old lady selling spicy tofu buns under the arch bridge noticed the strange look on Song Haiyin's face and asked in a low voice with concern.
Song Haiyin shook her head slightly and said with a smile: "Just looking at the snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River has a unique flavor."
"Yes, but the snow has been falling for too long." The old lady sighed and lowered her head to continue flipping the tofu buns that were frying in the oil. "If it's still like this next year, I'm afraid I won't be able to make tofu buns anymore. Without wheat and beans, how can we survive?"
"Sir Song, I heard that the Divine Blessing Pilgrimage can bless the world. Please plead for us in front of the gods and ask the Supreme God to bless us!" Another uncle selling frozen pears nearby couldn't help but said with a sad face.
Song Haiyin looked towards the direction of the temple.
There, intensive preparations are being made for tomorrow's Divine Blessing Ceremony. Wisps of green smoke can be seen rising up, which are the burning mermaid fat lamps.
Of course, the so-called "mermaid" is not the mysterious creature with a human head and a fish body as described in the legend, but a giant ugly monster fish. The oil in its body can burn for a long time, and the green smoke can go straight up to the sky, so it is always used as the material for making eternal lamps, which is just suitable for offering incense to the Supreme God.
But she knew that the current "Supreme God" could no longer enjoy these incenses.
She retracted her gaze and said in a soft voice, "Tomorrow is the God's Blessing Ceremony. God will surely protect all living beings. Don't worry."
"If Priest Song says it's okay, then it must be okay!"
"Yes, it is said that the priest Haiyin has the ability to bring people back to health and has saved countless lives!"
"That's right. I heard that my brother-in-law in the neighboring Su City was also saved by Priest Song!"
The people around praised it one after another, and the bridge became lively.
Song Haiyin blushed slightly: "I don't deserve it, I just tried my best."
Although her rank was not high during this pilgrimage, she happened to treat many patients along the way.
Over time, she gained quite a reputation. Even before she arrived in Jiangcheng, many rumors about her were circulating among the people.
The lady selling tofu buns in front of her also became enthusiastic after hearing what Song Haiyin said.
"By the way, Priest Song, would you like to try my tofu buns? They are fragrant and spicy, and delicious!"
Song Haiyin smiled, her eyes fell on the tofu buns on the stall, and she said slowly: "Well, I want two spicy tofu buns."
"Okay!" The old lady smiled.
Soon, two tofu buns that had just come out of the pot were carefully wrapped in oil paper and handed to Song Haiyin while still steaming.
Song Haiyin handed over a few copper coins, but was pushed back by the old lady.
"Priest Song is doing things for the people, how can I have the nerve to take money from you?"
"The money that should be paid must still be paid, and the same applies to the priests." Song Haiyin insisted.
The old lady was stunned, as if she didn't expect a dignified priest to say such a thing, and the copper coin was stuffed into her hand while she was in a daze.
Then Priest Song suddenly asked softly:
"By the way, my lady...is there someone seriously ill in your family?"
After she finished speaking, the smile on the old lady's face froze slightly.
The bun she was holding out stopped in mid-air, and a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes.
"I……"
She looked around unconsciously, as if she was worried about something.
Song Haiyin gently reached out to take the bun, and with her other hand, she grasped the old lady's hand. The warmth of her palm shone through her slightly cool fingertips, and she lowered her voice and said:
"Don't be afraid. I just sense the lingering worry in my lady's heart... You must be worried about something day and night, right?"
These words are incomprehensible. How can a person sense the other person's emotions?
But the old lady just believed it for some reason.
The warmth on my hands spread to my heart, as if all my worries were smoothed out by this trickle of warm current.
A layer of sour and wet feeling suddenly welled up in my eyes.
She held Song Haiyin's hand tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Yes... it's my husband."
"But...but...he can no longer be cured, he..."
Before he could finish his words, tears were already sliding down his cheeks.
The old lady dodged his gaze and quickly scanned the surroundings, as if she was afraid of being discovered by others, before she continued:
"I don't know what to do... Letting him endure like that will only make him suffer more, but I can't do it myself... myself... I can't do it!"
The old lady looked at Song Haiyin hopefully:
"Priest, you can definitely help him, right?"
"I see." Song Haiyin nodded, "Take me back to have a look. If I can, I will try my best."
……
It's getting dark.
Song Haiyin looked a little tired. He rubbed his temple, which was aching from using his ability. He dragged the light weight on his feet and bit a long-cooled spicy tofu bun in his mouth as he slowly walked into the backyard of Jiangcheng Temple.
She was just about to lift up her skirt to loosen the little thing under her feet when a cold voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Priest Song, where have you been?"
At the foot of the wall, there stood a thin young man with a narrow face and slanted eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest, a half-smile on his lips, and stared at her with a cold gaze.
This person is none other than the eldest son of Marquis Yiyong - the first-rank priest Cao Qian.
It was also because of his father that, although he was only a first-rank priest, he was able to join the Divine Protection Pilgrimage Team, just so that he could show up more often, make more contributions, and climb up in the temple as soon as possible.
However, unexpectedly, the most prominent person in this team was the woman from the countryside, Song Haiyin.
He was unwilling to give in and wanted to know what secret Song Haiyin had.
Why is it so popular among the people?
Why did I happen to meet people who needed help?
Why can it really help people solve problems?
Now that the Supreme God is gone and the rituals are mostly ineffective, how can she save people?
This series of confusion finally turned into full of doubts and unwillingness, which made him stare at her for several days. Until today, he finally found the flaw.
"I'll go out and purchase the materials needed for the Gift of Divine Blessing." Song Haiyin raised the oil-paper bag in her hand and said softly.
"No, what did you do in between?" Cao Qian asked with narrowed eyes.
Song Haiyin understood: "You follow me?"
Cao Qian snorted coldly: "Tsk, don't be so narcissistic, we just happened to be going the same way."
Song Haiyin said "Oh" meaningfully. Then he said slowly, "It's just that I happened to meet a few people who needed help, so I just did it for the sake of convenience."
"Need help?"
Cao Qian repeated these four words coldly, with a cold smile on his face.
"Obviously they need to be arrested!"
"Those people you saved were obviously all blasphemers!"
"I don't know what methods you used to make them look like ordinary people! But that weird stench will never be covered up in a lifetime!"
As Cao Qian spoke, he stepped closer, with a faint light on his hand.
"Just like you..."
"The blasphemer, Song Haiyin!"
A beam of light burst out and struck straight towards Song Haiyin.
Song Haiyin was stunned, and a ball of white fluffy object flew up, blocking the light that was heading straight for the door.
"No!" she yelled.
He raised his hand and swung his long sword, catching the light, bouncing it aside and shooting it into the wall.
It turned out to be a flying knife.
It was deeply inserted into the wall, and the tail was still trembling.
But it still hit, just a little crooked.
Countless pink and white pear blossoms spread out.
The pear tree ghost baby, which was split into two halves, one big and one small, lay in her arms, with one eye on each side, looking up at Song Haiyin, seeming to be a little dazed or frozen in death.
Song Haiyin looked up with wet eyes.
Cao Qian stared at the thing in Song Haiyin's arms and was stunned for a moment.
Then he was ecstatic: "As expected, you are the weird thing! And you are carrying a weird thing! You are really a disgrace to the priests..."
However, before he could finish his words, an extremely sharp sword light flashed, breaking through his protective divine light and hitting his arm.
Puff.
The sharp blade cut through his flesh and blood, and his right arm flew high into the air before falling to the ground, with blood gushing out like a column.
The shrill screams shook the night sky. Cao Qian widened his eyes and looked at his broken arm in disbelief. His entire face was distorted with pain.
"you--!!"
The next moment, the second sword light came and went straight for his head!
However, at this moment, a huge snow-white hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the sword light!
The sword light trembled wildly in his palm, but was suppressed tightly. Finally, with a "hum", it turned into a long sword shining with golden light.
"Holy Sword! How could a woman like you have it!" Cao Qian grimaced in pain, his eyes wide open in anger.
Song Haiyin did not respond and turned to look at the other end of the yard.
"Great Priest Mei." She put away her sword and called out respectfully with her head lowered.
Great Priest Mei still raised his hand, maintaining the posture of grasping the sword light, and then slowly put it away.
"You shouldn't do this," he said quietly.
Seeing this, Cao Qian endured the severe pain and shouted: "Yes, she shouldn't have protected the blasphemer like this! And she shouldn't have wanted to kill me, the warrior who exposed her!"
Cao Qian's eyes turned red with excitement and he cursed with a distorted face.
"She is a blasphemer. Priest Song, bah, is just a vile and weird thing! Great Priest Mei, you must not let her go!"
However, High Priest Mei didn't even look at him, but just stared at Song Haiyin with sharp eyes.
Song Haiyin bit her lower lip, feeling extremely anxious.
But then Great Priest Mei continued, "You shouldn't do this."
"You shouldn't have killed him like this. There are too many people in and outside the courtyard. Fortunately, most people are in the front yard now, and you are smart enough to set up a soundproof array."
Only then did Cao Qian realize that something was wrong.
He covered the broken part of his right arm and looked at the Great Priest Mei in disbelief.
Just as he was about to speak, a golden chain shot out from the hand of Great Priest Mei and locked him tightly. The chain even went into his mouth, blocking the scream he was about to make.
Then, High Priest Mei took out a small flat pink paper box from his storage bag, with a delicate bow tied on the lid.
Open the box and there is only one flat layer.
He dragged the struggling and twisting Cao Qian over fiercely, and first stuffed Cao Qian's remaining hand into the box, then one leg after another, then his body, and finally his head.
Put Cao Qian little by little, completely into this small box.
Before closing the lid, Song Haiyin saw Cao Qian who was pressed into a square piece, and her heart trembled a little.
"This is a weird thing!"
"Yes."
Great Priest Mei put away the paper box and raised his eyes coldly.
"If we don't use tricks at this time, is there any other means?"
Song Haiyin's heart trembled.
I subconsciously looked up at the sky.
The face of the supreme god above the dark leaden clouds was almost completely obscured, with only the eyes, nose and mouth vaguely visible when the clouds moved.
A completely ineffective god.
Even the most honorable high priest no longer recognizes Him?
"Don't worry, come with me into the house and we'll talk." High Priest Mei said in a deep voice.
So, Song Haiyin held the pear tree ghost baby that had been broken into two halves and was slowly closing its eyes, and followed the great priest Mei into the warehouse in the backyard.
The warehouse was filled with a large amount of supplies, almost reaching the beams.
Many of them are offerings that will be used in the blessing ceremony tomorrow, and many are gifts from local gentry and believers, including silk, spices, gold and silver.
High Priest Mei waved his hand and the spirit lamp lit up. The soft light illuminated the room which was filled with the people's hard-earned money.
Song Haiyin held the gradually cooling pear tree ghost baby in her arms and frowned as she asked, "Then what about Priest Cao..."
"Just make the arrangements." High Priest Mei said, "It won't involve you."
"why?"
She wanted to know why High Priest Mei did this.
How could the great priest Mei cover up for her for no reason?
Behind Cao Qian is Marquis Yiyong, although he is already old and has lost his power.
The great priest Mei said in a deep voice:
"Because I want to know."
"Who exactly is the Earth Mother that you asked those people to worship?"
I'm still very busy recently...Zzzzzz
The divinely blessed pilgrim team walked through the snow and slowly arrived at Jiangcheng.
The river city in November is already covered in silver.
The river has frozen into ice, and only the small bridge has no flowing water.
The black tiles were covered with thick snow, blending in with the white walls. From a distance, they looked like a row of jade palaces.
In stark contrast to the grand and majestic architectural style of Chang'an, everything here seems to have come out of a dream of ice sculptures and jade bricks. It is exquisite and compact, yet exudes the bustling atmosphere of human life.
Song Haiyin walked slowly on the arch bridge, and the bluestone under her feet was already covered with a thin layer of frost.
She looked at the bamboo forest and weeping willows on both sides of the bridge that were frozen stiff, and the shadow of another tree emerged in her mind - the pear tree that was always in bloom.
Are you okay now?
However, they should be able to live better under the care of adults...
Just as she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a slight touch at her feet, as if something was quietly rubbing against her boots.
She looked down and saw a ball of snow-white fluff rolling past her feet and quickly slipping under her snow-white robe.
What is it?
Small animals?
but……
A familiar fragrance filled my nose...
She gently lifted the hem of her skirt, and a pair of watery, round, bright eyes were looking up at her timidly. The furry thing turned out to be a cluster of thriving pear blossoms.
For a moment, she was stunned.
She had a slight thought and quickly lowered the hem of her skirt to cover the strange baby in the pear tree that came out of nowhere.
Then, a slightly cool touch touched her calf, and the little thing hugged her gently, clinging tightly to her as if acting coquettishly.
She felt a little warm in her heart, but couldn't help feeling confused.
Didn’t the Lord go north?
How did this little thing appear here?
"Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?" An old lady selling spicy tofu buns under the arch bridge noticed the strange look on Song Haiyin's face and asked in a low voice with concern.
Song Haiyin shook her head slightly and said with a smile: "Just looking at the snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River has a unique flavor."
"Yes, but the snow has been falling for too long." The old lady sighed and lowered her head to continue flipping the tofu buns that were frying in the oil. "If it's still like this next year, I'm afraid I won't be able to make tofu buns anymore. Without wheat and beans, how can we survive?"
"Sir Song, I heard that the Divine Blessing Pilgrimage can bless the world. Please plead for us in front of the gods and ask the Supreme God to bless us!" Another uncle selling frozen pears nearby couldn't help but said with a sad face.
Song Haiyin looked towards the direction of the temple.
There, intensive preparations are being made for tomorrow's Divine Blessing Ceremony. Wisps of green smoke can be seen rising up, which are the burning mermaid fat lamps.
Of course, the so-called "mermaid" is not the mysterious creature with a human head and a fish body as described in the legend, but a giant ugly monster fish. The oil in its body can burn for a long time, and the green smoke can go straight up to the sky, so it is always used as the material for making eternal lamps, which is just suitable for offering incense to the Supreme God.
But she knew that the current "Supreme God" could no longer enjoy these incenses.
She retracted her gaze and said in a soft voice, "Tomorrow is the God's Blessing Ceremony. God will surely protect all living beings. Don't worry."
"If Priest Song says it's okay, then it must be okay!"
"Yes, it is said that the priest Haiyin has the ability to bring people back to health and has saved countless lives!"
"That's right. I heard that my brother-in-law in the neighboring Su City was also saved by Priest Song!"
The people around praised it one after another, and the bridge became lively.
Song Haiyin blushed slightly: "I don't deserve it, I just tried my best."
Although her rank was not high during this pilgrimage, she happened to treat many patients along the way.
Over time, she gained quite a reputation. Even before she arrived in Jiangcheng, many rumors about her were circulating among the people.
The lady selling tofu buns in front of her also became enthusiastic after hearing what Song Haiyin said.
"By the way, Priest Song, would you like to try my tofu buns? They are fragrant and spicy, and delicious!"
Song Haiyin smiled, her eyes fell on the tofu buns on the stall, and she said slowly: "Well, I want two spicy tofu buns."
"Okay!" The old lady smiled.
Soon, two tofu buns that had just come out of the pot were carefully wrapped in oil paper and handed to Song Haiyin while still steaming.
Song Haiyin handed over a few copper coins, but was pushed back by the old lady.
"Priest Song is doing things for the people, how can I have the nerve to take money from you?"
"The money that should be paid must still be paid, and the same applies to the priests." Song Haiyin insisted.
The old lady was stunned, as if she didn't expect a dignified priest to say such a thing, and the copper coin was stuffed into her hand while she was in a daze.
Then Priest Song suddenly asked softly:
"By the way, my lady...is there someone seriously ill in your family?"
After she finished speaking, the smile on the old lady's face froze slightly.
The bun she was holding out stopped in mid-air, and a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes.
"I……"
She looked around unconsciously, as if she was worried about something.
Song Haiyin gently reached out to take the bun, and with her other hand, she grasped the old lady's hand. The warmth of her palm shone through her slightly cool fingertips, and she lowered her voice and said:
"Don't be afraid. I just sense the lingering worry in my lady's heart... You must be worried about something day and night, right?"
These words are incomprehensible. How can a person sense the other person's emotions?
But the old lady just believed it for some reason.
The warmth on my hands spread to my heart, as if all my worries were smoothed out by this trickle of warm current.
A layer of sour and wet feeling suddenly welled up in my eyes.
She held Song Haiyin's hand tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Yes... it's my husband."
"But...but...he can no longer be cured, he..."
Before he could finish his words, tears were already sliding down his cheeks.
The old lady dodged his gaze and quickly scanned the surroundings, as if she was afraid of being discovered by others, before she continued:
"I don't know what to do... Letting him endure like that will only make him suffer more, but I can't do it myself... myself... I can't do it!"
The old lady looked at Song Haiyin hopefully:
"Priest, you can definitely help him, right?"
"I see." Song Haiyin nodded, "Take me back to have a look. If I can, I will try my best."
……
It's getting dark.
Song Haiyin looked a little tired. He rubbed his temple, which was aching from using his ability. He dragged the light weight on his feet and bit a long-cooled spicy tofu bun in his mouth as he slowly walked into the backyard of Jiangcheng Temple.
She was just about to lift up her skirt to loosen the little thing under her feet when a cold voice suddenly came from behind her.
"Priest Song, where have you been?"
At the foot of the wall, there stood a thin young man with a narrow face and slanted eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest, a half-smile on his lips, and stared at her with a cold gaze.
This person is none other than the eldest son of Marquis Yiyong - the first-rank priest Cao Qian.
It was also because of his father that, although he was only a first-rank priest, he was able to join the Divine Protection Pilgrimage Team, just so that he could show up more often, make more contributions, and climb up in the temple as soon as possible.
However, unexpectedly, the most prominent person in this team was the woman from the countryside, Song Haiyin.
He was unwilling to give in and wanted to know what secret Song Haiyin had.
Why is it so popular among the people?
Why did I happen to meet people who needed help?
Why can it really help people solve problems?
Now that the Supreme God is gone and the rituals are mostly ineffective, how can she save people?
This series of confusion finally turned into full of doubts and unwillingness, which made him stare at her for several days. Until today, he finally found the flaw.
"I'll go out and purchase the materials needed for the Gift of Divine Blessing." Song Haiyin raised the oil-paper bag in her hand and said softly.
"No, what did you do in between?" Cao Qian asked with narrowed eyes.
Song Haiyin understood: "You follow me?"
Cao Qian snorted coldly: "Tsk, don't be so narcissistic, we just happened to be going the same way."
Song Haiyin said "Oh" meaningfully. Then he said slowly, "It's just that I happened to meet a few people who needed help, so I just did it for the sake of convenience."
"Need help?"
Cao Qian repeated these four words coldly, with a cold smile on his face.
"Obviously they need to be arrested!"
"Those people you saved were obviously all blasphemers!"
"I don't know what methods you used to make them look like ordinary people! But that weird stench will never be covered up in a lifetime!"
As Cao Qian spoke, he stepped closer, with a faint light on his hand.
"Just like you..."
"The blasphemer, Song Haiyin!"
A beam of light burst out and struck straight towards Song Haiyin.
Song Haiyin was stunned, and a ball of white fluffy object flew up, blocking the light that was heading straight for the door.
"No!" she yelled.
He raised his hand and swung his long sword, catching the light, bouncing it aside and shooting it into the wall.
It turned out to be a flying knife.
It was deeply inserted into the wall, and the tail was still trembling.
But it still hit, just a little crooked.
Countless pink and white pear blossoms spread out.
The pear tree ghost baby, which was split into two halves, one big and one small, lay in her arms, with one eye on each side, looking up at Song Haiyin, seeming to be a little dazed or frozen in death.
Song Haiyin looked up with wet eyes.
Cao Qian stared at the thing in Song Haiyin's arms and was stunned for a moment.
Then he was ecstatic: "As expected, you are the weird thing! And you are carrying a weird thing! You are really a disgrace to the priests..."
However, before he could finish his words, an extremely sharp sword light flashed, breaking through his protective divine light and hitting his arm.
Puff.
The sharp blade cut through his flesh and blood, and his right arm flew high into the air before falling to the ground, with blood gushing out like a column.
The shrill screams shook the night sky. Cao Qian widened his eyes and looked at his broken arm in disbelief. His entire face was distorted with pain.
"you--!!"
The next moment, the second sword light came and went straight for his head!
However, at this moment, a huge snow-white hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the sword light!
The sword light trembled wildly in his palm, but was suppressed tightly. Finally, with a "hum", it turned into a long sword shining with golden light.
"Holy Sword! How could a woman like you have it!" Cao Qian grimaced in pain, his eyes wide open in anger.
Song Haiyin did not respond and turned to look at the other end of the yard.
"Great Priest Mei." She put away her sword and called out respectfully with her head lowered.
Great Priest Mei still raised his hand, maintaining the posture of grasping the sword light, and then slowly put it away.
"You shouldn't do this," he said quietly.
Seeing this, Cao Qian endured the severe pain and shouted: "Yes, she shouldn't have protected the blasphemer like this! And she shouldn't have wanted to kill me, the warrior who exposed her!"
Cao Qian's eyes turned red with excitement and he cursed with a distorted face.
"She is a blasphemer. Priest Song, bah, is just a vile and weird thing! Great Priest Mei, you must not let her go!"
However, High Priest Mei didn't even look at him, but just stared at Song Haiyin with sharp eyes.
Song Haiyin bit her lower lip, feeling extremely anxious.
But then Great Priest Mei continued, "You shouldn't do this."
"You shouldn't have killed him like this. There are too many people in and outside the courtyard. Fortunately, most people are in the front yard now, and you are smart enough to set up a soundproof array."
Only then did Cao Qian realize that something was wrong.
He covered the broken part of his right arm and looked at the Great Priest Mei in disbelief.
Just as he was about to speak, a golden chain shot out from the hand of Great Priest Mei and locked him tightly. The chain even went into his mouth, blocking the scream he was about to make.
Then, High Priest Mei took out a small flat pink paper box from his storage bag, with a delicate bow tied on the lid.
Open the box and there is only one flat layer.
He dragged the struggling and twisting Cao Qian over fiercely, and first stuffed Cao Qian's remaining hand into the box, then one leg after another, then his body, and finally his head.
Put Cao Qian little by little, completely into this small box.
Before closing the lid, Song Haiyin saw Cao Qian who was pressed into a square piece, and her heart trembled a little.
"This is a weird thing!"
"Yes."
Great Priest Mei put away the paper box and raised his eyes coldly.
"If we don't use tricks at this time, is there any other means?"
Song Haiyin's heart trembled.
I subconsciously looked up at the sky.
The face of the supreme god above the dark leaden clouds was almost completely obscured, with only the eyes, nose and mouth vaguely visible when the clouds moved.
A completely ineffective god.
Even the most honorable high priest no longer recognizes Him?
"Don't worry, come with me into the house and we'll talk." High Priest Mei said in a deep voice.
So, Song Haiyin held the pear tree ghost baby that had been broken into two halves and was slowly closing its eyes, and followed the great priest Mei into the warehouse in the backyard.
The warehouse was filled with a large amount of supplies, almost reaching the beams.
Many of them are offerings that will be used in the blessing ceremony tomorrow, and many are gifts from local gentry and believers, including silk, spices, gold and silver.
High Priest Mei waved his hand and the spirit lamp lit up. The soft light illuminated the room which was filled with the people's hard-earned money.
Song Haiyin held the gradually cooling pear tree ghost baby in her arms and frowned as she asked, "Then what about Priest Cao..."
"Just make the arrangements." High Priest Mei said, "It won't involve you."
"why?"
She wanted to know why High Priest Mei did this.
How could the great priest Mei cover up for her for no reason?
Behind Cao Qian is Marquis Yiyong, although he is already old and has lost his power.
The great priest Mei said in a deep voice:
"Because I want to know."
"Who exactly is the Earth Mother that you asked those people to worship?"
I'm still very busy recently...Zzzzzz
