Chapter 1802

"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.

Looking at the situation of this village, life is really not so good. Even if we don't meet the bloody bandits today, sooner or later, we will be wiped out by other bandits. Anyway, Huayu city is recruiting people to move in. It's better to help them. Compared with those refugees who are used to being free from restrictions, this kind of simple villager management is much easier.

"My Lord, is that true?" The old clan leader looked at mu Hanyan in surprise. Of course, they also know how different it is to be the people of the main city of the temple from the villages far away from the main city.

"Take my letter to the left priest of Huayu temple, and she will arrange it for you." Mu Hanyan didn't explain too much. He wrote a short letter and handed it to him.

"Thank you, my Lord." The old patriarch was so excited that he burst into tears and led his people to kneel down again.

Mu Hanyan had no choice but to mix him up again.

"I don't know how to repay you for your kindness. I have a treasure left by my ancestors. I want to offer it to you. I hope you don't refuse." The old clan leader took out a piece of cloth wrapped things from his pocket, opened it carefully, and said uneasily.

Although this treasure has been handed down from generation to generation and is extremely precious to him, he also knows that the identity of the chief priest is not comparable to his own. If he looks at this treasure, it may be worthless in other people's eyes for fear of being laughed at.

In fact, mu Hanyan didn't really care about his so-called treasure. He just saw that he was in a state of panic, which was not good for hurting his self-esteem, so he didn't refuse directly.

However, when the old patriarch opened the cloth layer by layer, mu Hanyan was stunned. Next to him, Ling Baobao opened his eyes. Then, a small star flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Huntianshi is another huntianshi.

The last time he returned from Fengcheng temple, mu Hanyan kindly helped a group of refugees and got a huntian stone from the leader of the Han Dynasty. It was with that huntian stone that mu Hanyan broke through the rule of prohibition, recovered to the peak of the great swordsman, and killed Kang Qingyuan.On the way back, she and Ling Baobao carefully searched for the waste rock they bought from the big man, but they couldn't find the second huntian stone. They regretted for a long time, but they didn't expect to find another one in the village.

"I also know that this kind of meteorite gold can't stand the eyes of adults, but I can't get anything decent from guning village. I can only show my respect. I hope you don't dislike it." Seeing mu Hanyan's stupefied appearance, the old clan leader thought that the things he took out were too cheap. The price was so cheap that the chief priest was shocked, and his face turned red with shame.

"The old clan leader is too modest. This meteorite gold is of some use to me. Since it is the intention of the ancient clan, I'll take it." Mu Hanyan resisted his inner excitement and took over the meteorite gold in the hands of the old clan leader.

Are you kidding me? I hate such a baby. I've lost my mind.

However, afraid of the old clan leader's suspicions and guessing the value of huntianshi, mu Hanyan pretends to be calm. She was not afraid of the other party's evil intentions. In fact, even if she had evil intentions, she could not threaten her. Instead, she was afraid that the old clan leader would guess the value of huntianshi and look around for it, which would bring disaster to them.

Not everyone has the right to possess the natural resources and local treasures.

What's more, she still doesn't know if anyone knows the special use of huntian stone in the land of God, and whether anyone will infer her origin from this, so she'd better be careful.

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