Chapter 701 Something happened in the temple
Seeing the carriages of their seniors flying higher and higher, submerging into the clouds and gradually disappearing, although Sanjar and Elena felt melancholy, they seemed to have rekindled hope in their hearts.
Back at the house, the aroma of stew was already wafting in the small courtyard.
The two nieces were the first to come out and ran to the door happily. However, after looking back for a long time, they didn't see the chubby grandpa and the pretty sister. They suddenly looked unhappy.
Dinara pouted and asked: "Uncle, have you lost your grandfather and sister?"
Inside the house, Eric and his wife Aaliyah also wiped their hands and walked out of the kitchen.
"You are back?" Eric came forward and asked with some confusion, "Dinner is also prepared, why didn't you invite the seniors to come back for some?"
Sanjar shook his head and said nothing.
Elena sighed and explained: "Senior is in a hurry and wants to leave the city in front of Guancheng Gate, so we won't be together."
The two little nieces hung their heads in disappointment after hearing this.
Aaliyah secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "We just treated them to a good meal. Today's dinner is only soup cooked with dried meat we bought. If the seniors stayed, they would not be well received and wouldn't eat it." Whatever.”
Everyone couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this.
Looking back on how poor the family is now, it would really be unreasonable for the two seniors to eat dried meat with them.
Eric hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously: "Then... the senior didn't agree to what we asked for?"
Aaliyah shook her head, with a hint of helplessness in her tone: "Looking at them coming back like this, they must probably fail."
Eric was a little discouraged after hearing this, "I think so. Our ancestral spiritual object is just a lamp that scares people. We can't put it in the house, otherwise it will dry people out. I'm afraid even the seniors will dislike it."
"Yes...you...are taking risks...our thing...to be honest, it really doesn't count...what...it's better to buy another...so as not to offend senior..."
At this time, a dry and hoarse voice suddenly came from the room, accompanied by the sound of heavy flesh being dragged.
"...Father! Why are you out here!"
Elena exclaimed and ran over quickly, but was pushed back by a huge force.
"Don't...don't come here..."
"Don't... come and see me..."
The voice came from behind the door panel, echoing hoarsely over the yard.
"I came out... to get some air... and by the way... to see the stupid things you... committed to save me..."
"Father, how can you say that?" Sanjar said sadly.
Eric on the side clenched his fists, sulking.
The voices in the room continued to come intermittently:
"Spent all my wealth...saved my old bones...and offended the immortal..."
"It's better...it's better...let me die...accompany your mother..."
"No! We didn't offend the immortal!" Elena shouted, interrupting her father's whisper, "Senior happily accepted the spiritual object!"
"What?"
The sounds in the room suddenly stopped.
Everyone in the yard was also surprised, looking at each other as if they couldn't believe their ears.
"Is this...serious?"
"Seriously!" Sanjar nodded, "The immortal also agreed to what we asked for."
Sanjar also used the word "immortal" very naturally.
"Is this true?" Aaliyah couldn't believe it, with a face full of surprise, "Then... you have become a disciple of the immortal? Why didn't I take you away?"
The two little girls also blinked.
"Uncle, are you lying?"
"Aunt, uncle is not lying, right?"
Elena bent down, gently stroked the heads of the two children, and said warmly: "Uncle did not lie, but... we are not becoming immortal disciples."
"Not a disciple of the Immortal?" Eric raised his eyebrows with confusion on his face, "Then you still say that the Immortal agreed?"
"Not an immortal disciple, but another way."
Sanjar stretched out his palm, and a faint golden light lit up in his palm. Then, a small tentacle slowly came out from it, waving slightly.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes falling on the tentacles, their expressions full of shock and curiosity. "Uncle, is this thing useful?" Dinara couldn't help but ask.
Sanjar said seriously: "Don't lie! This is the miracle of Lord Earth Mother!"
Elena looked at the tentacle with a slightly complicated expression.
Because she had not yet come into contact with the power of Lord Earth Mother, and had not been imprinted with Lord Earth Mother in her heart like Sanjar, it was difficult for her to accept the need to believe in another god.
But Miss Shengsheng said that as long as you practice one technique, you can quickly switch to another practice, and you don't have to worry about being affected by the Supreme God.
As for whether she believes in Lady Earth Mother, that is up to her.
Such words may sound rebellious, but the monks who are now trying to communicate with the gods but have failed know it in their hearts, but they just can't express it with their mouths.
So Elena is still willing to try.
And Sanjar had already taken the lead in receiving the reward from the Earth Mother, and his cultivation had jumped directly to one level, making Elena even more envious.
Eric and Aaliya looked at each other, looking at the tentacles in the golden light and Sanjar's serious look. Although they were a little confused, they did not dare to speak casually.
At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.
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"The temple is doing business, please open the door!"
The voice outside was low and cold, with a hint of evil in it.
Sanjar's face changed slightly, he quickly put away the tentacles in his hands, exchanged a deep look with his family, walked quickly to the courtyard door, and opened the door.
Outside the door, Priest Hayik stood there.
But he is no longer as arrogant as before.
At this moment, his face was full of embarrassment, with bruises and purple spots on his face, and he seemed to be in a very embarrassed state.
"Sanjar, I've been waiting for you for most of the day. The great priest has invited you." Hayk's tone was polite, but he couldn't hide the coldness in it.
Sanjar's heart trembled, and he vaguely realized that this was exactly what Miss Shengsheng said about "asking for him on his own initiative."
He nodded silently and followed Hayik to the door.
For the first time, I sat on the sedan chair specially designed for priests.
There were two people squeezed into the small space, and Sanjar didn't dare to say it was crowded. He just lowered his head and let Hayk's eyes sweep over him like needles.
When they were approaching the temple, Hayk finally spoke and whispered: "When you get to the temple, you should know what to say and what not to say, right?"
Sanjar pursed his lips and lowered his head to answer: "I don't understand what the priest is referring to."
Hayk sneered: "It's okay if you don't understand."
Deep in the temple, Sanjar followed Hayk as he walked all the way. This was a place he had never set foot on.
There was deep silence all around, and the air was filled with a heavy breath. He didn't dare to look around, so he could only lower his head and follow closely behind Hayik.
He walked all the way to a palace and followed Hayik in. The sound of footsteps echoed in the lonely palace and seemed particularly heavy.
The candles were lit little by little, and there were shadows everywhere, as if something was watching him from the places not illuminated by the fire.
He didn't dare to raise his head and saw Hayik walking to the gauze curtain, bowing and saluting, and said: "Great Priest, Sanjar has been brought here."
Through the layers of gauze curtains, Sanjar vaguely saw what seemed to be two red shadows behind the curtains, which looked particularly ethereal in the curling smoke, overlapping into a pair of shadows.
He squinted his eyes, suspecting that it was a double image caused by the flickering candlelight, but he wasn't sure.
Just when he was stunned, Hayk suddenly turned around with sharp eyes, gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Kneel down!"
Sanjar then woke up from a dream and hurriedly knelt on the ground.
A soft but majestic voice came from the gauze curtain: "Haike, you can retreat."
Hayk was startled and said quickly: "However, this case is within my jurisdiction. I know the causes and consequences best. Maybe staying here can help the high priest understand..."
"Oh?" The female voice raised slightly, revealing a bit of coldness, "So, you mean, is there anything else that is not recorded in the medical record that needs you to add orally?"
These words were like a sharp blade, stabbing Hayik into silence.
He was covered in cold sweat and stammered in denial: "No such thing, no such thing..."
"In that case, step back." The voice behind the curtain suddenly became cold and stern, carrying unquestionable pressure.
Hayk's face instantly turned pale. He turned to look at Sanjar, glared hard as a warning, and then lowered his head and slowly exited the hall.
In the main hall, only Sanjar was left kneeling on the cold ground.