Chapter 685 The ground is desolate
Sanjar's heart tightened, that was the voice of his younger sister Elena.
At the door of the house, a white-robed priest stood there coldly, with a sharp look on his elongated horse face, looking down at several people kneeling on the ground.
The one at the front was a woman, holding on to the hem of the priest's robe, her face covered with tears.
That was his sister.
Behind her, her brother Eric and sister-in-law Aaliyah knelt on the ground. Aaliyah held her twin daughters tightly in her arms, her eyes filled with forbearance and fear.
"Tsk, I contracted a strange disease and there is no cure. I can only send it to the temple for purification."
The white-robed priest's voice was cold, as if he was pronouncing a sentence, and there was no trace of mercy in his tone.
"This is a decision I made. Do you suspect me of misconduct?"
Elena was kicked away and collapsed on the ground, crying miserably.
Eric hurriedly stepped forward and begged: "Priest Hayik, my sister is just impatient and has no intention of offending. Please be careful!"
Hayk glanced coldly, but his eyes fell on the two little girls in Aaliyah's arms.
"These two children... are pretty and cute."
He said, reaching out his hand as if to touch one of the girls' face.
Aaliyah was so scared that she hugged her daughter tightly and did not dare to look down at him.
But Elena gritted her teeth, rushed over, and slapped Hayik's hand away.
Snap——
The crisp voice echoed in the air, and although there were no red marks on his hands, Hayik's expression suddenly became gloomy.
He screamed: "How dare you beat the priest! This is the following offense and disrespect to the temple! Someone -"
Before he finished speaking, several strong servants of God came out and approached Elena.
"Stop!"
A figure suddenly rushed out, protecting Elena behind him.
"Second brother!"
"Sanjar!"
Elena and Eric exclaimed one after another, their eyes recording surprise, but also mixed with deep worry.
Hayk sneered, his horse face elongated: "Here comes another blasphemer..."
Sanjar suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his head and cupped his hands and said: "Master Priest, my sister was anxious for a moment and accidentally touched the golden hand of the master. I am willing to offer ten spirit yuan for the master to treat the hand injury."
Sanjar deliberately lowered his voice for the last sentence.
Only Priest Hayik, the nearby servants of God, and Elena behind him could hear it.
Of course, Priest Hayik smiled.
Elena's face was full of dissatisfaction.
Hayk's expression softened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You know what's interesting, stop."
The servants of the gods immediately stopped, with their heads lowered and expressionless, like obedient puppets.
"But your sister..." Hayk looked at Elena with amusement in his eyes, and raised his hand as if to touch her face.
Sanjar took the lead, held his hand respectfully, and said with a smile: "Sir, with such an immortal appearance, he will naturally not be interested in a mortal woman like my sister."
Priest Hayik narrowed his eyes slightly, closed his hands and clenched his fists, as if he was holding something back in his arms.
"I heard that you came back from the Tang Dynasty. You are indeed unusual. You have learned the twists and turns of the Tang people and are quite clever. I am optimistic about you. Maybe some time... you can become my divine servant."
The tone is very meaningful.
"Yes, yes, it is my honor." Sanjar chuckled and nodded respectfully.
Afterwards, Priest Hayik said leisurely: "But... your father's condition is serious but not bad. Maybe it's because he is a practitioner. If you can worship a little more, maybe the Supreme God "Will you be willing to be more generous and give me some more time?" Yun Danfengqing's "return" and the addition of "again" made Sanjar understand that this was probably not the first time he had used this method.
He was filled with anger, and turned to look at Elena, only to see her with her head lowered, her fists clenched, and her face full of anger.
Looking at Eric again, the latter avoided his gaze, with shame and helplessness in his eyes.
But what can be done?
"I can offer you a hundred spiritual yuan," Sanjar gritted his teeth and said.
These one hundred spirit yuan were all his savings. It could be said that all his travels between Tang State and Mobei this year had completely turned into water.
He kowtowed heavily and said with sincerity: "Please ask the priest to take the trouble to find a way to cure my father. In the past... many people contracted strange diseases and went to the temple, weren't they cured?"
Unexpectedly, Priest Hayik sneered.
"I thought you were a person who went to Tang Dynasty to see the world. I just praised you for being sensible, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."
He leaned down and got close to Sanjar, his voice piercing his ears like ice needles: "A hundred spiritual yuan? It's just a day's delay. As for curing the disease? Impossible!"
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Sanjar was shocked: "Didn't you say you would give me some grace?"
"Doesn't one day count as some time?" Hayk added coldly, "I tell you, if you send him to the temple, maybe he can reach bliss early."
Sanjar felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured into his heart. The coldness penetrated his bones. His fists clenched involuntarily, but he finally endured it.
"This is already an act of tolerance on my part," Priest Hayik stood up and said loudly, "Let you say goodbye properly and serve him on his last journey."
He changed the topic and lowered his voice slightly: "If this disease continues to develop, I'm afraid even the temple will be unable to do anything."
As soon as this sentence came out, all the onlookers could not help but whisper.
"Even Priest Hayik said it was difficult to handle. It seems that the strange disease their father contracted is unusual."
"Maybe it's a trick..."
"Don't say it!"
Some well-intentioned people even advised: "It is a strange disease that even the temple says cannot be cured. It is better to give up as soon as possible, so as not to waste your family wealth on hopeless things."
"Sanjar, give up!"
"Yes, you still have a family to support, why do you insist so hard?"
Priest Hayk smiled slightly and looked at Sanjar, as if he was sure that Sanjar would make the move he expected.
Sanjar was silent for a moment, and finally took out a brocade bag from his storage bag and handed it over.
"My mother died young, and my father worked hard to help us grow up. This is the kindness of raising us. As children, we have to repay it."
The onlookers lamented Sanjar's decision.
Elena and Eric had gloomy faces, bowed their heads and were speechless, as if they themselves understood that if it were them, they would have made the same choice.
Priest Hayik took the kit, weighed it, and his smile grew wider.
"Okay, if that's the case, then I'll give you another day's grace and give each of your family an amulet consecrated by the temple."
Then, he approached Sanjar, lowered his voice and said coldly: "But don't blame me for not reminding you, never get close to your father, otherwise..."
Sanjar's heart shivered slightly, "Yes, thank you Priest Hayik for the reminder."
"For the sake of safety, I will give you another protective magic circle." Priest Hayik's tone was calm, as if giving alms.
Sanjar knew in his heart that this was not a gift at all, but something that Hayk should have done, but at this time he could only express his gratitude:
"Thank you, Lord Priest! Thank you for your grace!"
Priest Hayik set up a protective circle outside the Sanjar family's mansion, then leisurely got into the snow-white soft sedan carried by four divine servants, and drove away, saying that he was going to the next house.
The Sanjar family stood at the door, respectfully watching the sedan go further and further away until it was lost in the sudden falling snowflakes, leaving only desolation all over the ground.