Chapter 794 Jiangcheng is like a dream (two in one)
The team of God-Blessing Tour came in the snow and slowly arrived in Jiangcheng.
In November, Jiangcheng was already covered in silver.
The river channel has frozen into ice, and there is no more flowing water on the bridge.
The black tiles are covered with thick snow, blending with the white walls. From a distance, they look like jade buildings and jade buildings.
It is very different from Chang'an's magnificent architectural style. Everything here seems to come out of the dream of ice sculptures and jade, exquisite and small, and exudes the lively and lively fireworks of the world.
Song Haiyin walked slowly on the arch bridge, and the bluestone under her feet had already formed a thin layer of frost.
She looked at the frozen bamboo forest and weeping willows on both sides of the bridge, and the shadow of another tree appeared in her heart - the pear tree that was blooming at any time.
Now, how are you doing?
However, they should be able to live better under the leadership of adults...
Just as she was in a daze, there was 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 drilling into her snow-white robe.
What is it?
Small animals?
But...
A familiar fragrance actually spread across the nose...
She gently lifted the corner of her skirt, and her moist and round eyes were looking up timidly at her. The furry thing turned out to be a cluster of prosperous pear blossoms.
For a moment, she was stunned.
Her thoughts moved slightly, and she quickly lowered the corner of her skirt to cover up the pear tree baby that came from somewhere.
Then, a slightly cool touch touched her calves, and the little thing gently hugged her, pressing her tightly as if she was acting coquettishly.
Her heart was slightly warm, but she was inevitably confused.
Didn’t the adult go north?
How could this little thing appear here?
"Mr. Song, what's wrong with you?" An aunt selling spicy tofu buns under the arch bridge noticed Song Haiyin's strange expression and asked softly with concern.
Song Haiyin shook her head gently and smiled, "Just look at the snow scene in the south of the Yangtze River, it has a unique flavor."
"Yes, but it's been falling for too long." The old lady sighed, lowering her head and continuing to flip the tofu buns fried on the oil. "If it's still the same next year, I'm afraid I can't make this tofu bun. Without wheat and beans, how can we live on?"
"Mr. Song, I heard that God's blessings can bless the world. Please beg for us before God and let the supreme God bless us!" Another uncle who sold frozen pears next to him couldn't help but say with a sad face.
Song Haiyin's eyes looked towards the direction of the temple.
There are busy preparing for the ceremony of the ritual of the God-Blessing of Tomorrow. You can see the curling blue smoke rising, which is the burning mermaid oil eternal lamp.
Of course, the so-called "mermaid" is not the mysterious existence of the legendary human head fish body, but an ugly giant strange fish. The oil in the body can burn for a long time and the green smoke can reach the nine heavens, so it is always used as a material for eternal lamps, which is just right for offering incense to the supreme god.
But she knew that the "Supreme God" today could no longer enjoy these incenses.
She withdrew her gaze and comforted her softly, "Tomorrow is the ritual of God's blessing. God will protect all living beings, so there is no need to worry."
"Sir Song said yes, that's sure!"
"Yes, it is said that the Haiyin priest is a wonderful hand to rejuvenate and save countless people!"
"That's right, I heard that my brother-in-law in Sucheng next door was also rescued by Guan Zheng Song!"
The people around praised it, and the heat was rising above and below the bridge.
Song Haiyin's face was slightly red: "I dare not take it, I just do my best."
Although she was not at a high rank during this tour, she happened to have treated many patients along the way.
Over time, she became famous, and even before she arrived in Jiangcheng, many rumors about her had been circulating in the public.
The aunt selling tofu bread in front of her became enthusiastic after hearing Song Haiyin's words.
"By the way, Mr. Song, do you want to try my tofu bread? It's fragrant and spicy, and the bread is delicious!"
Song Haiyin smiled, her eyes fell on the tofu bag on the stall, and said slowly, "Well, I want two spicy tofu bags."
"Okay!" The aunt smiled.
Soon, two newly out-of-pot tofu buns were carefully wrapped in oil paper and handed them to Song Haiyin in front of him in a steaming hot air.
Song Haiyin handed over a few copper coins, but was pushed back by the aunt.
"Song Guan Gong does things for the people, how can I be embarrassed to accept money from you?"
"The money you should give is still to be given, and the same is true for the priest." Song Haiyin insisted.
The aunt was stunned, as if she didn't expect the dignified priest to say such a thing. In a daze, the copper coins were stuffed into her hands.
Then the Lord Song suddenly asked softly:
"By the way, madam... Is there a person in your family who is seriously ill?"
As soon as the words came, the smile on the aunt's face stuttered slightly.
The bun she handed out in her hand stopped in the air, and a hint of surprise 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, grabbed the aunt's hand with the other hand, and the temperature in her palm shrank the voice and said:
"Don't be afraid, I just feel the lingering worry in my wife's heart... You must be worried about something every day and night, right?"
These words are inexplicable, how could a person sense the other person's emotions?
But the aunt believed it inexplicably.
The warmth in my hands reached my heart, as if all my worries were smoothed out by this trickle of warmth.
A layer of sour and wetness suddenly appeared in my eyes.
She held Song Haiyin's hand tightly, and her voice trembled slightly: "Yes...it's my husband."
"But...but...he can't cure it anymore, he..."
Before he finished speaking, tears had quietly slid down.
The aunt dodged her eyes and glanced around quickly, as if she was afraid of being seen by someone, and then continued to say:
"I don't know what to do... Let him persevere like that, it will only make it even more painful, but I have to use my own hands... I can't do it!"
The aunt looked at Song Haiyin with hope:
"Sir, you can definitely help him, right?"
"So that's it." Song Haiyin nodded, "You take me back and have a look. If I can, I will do my best."
...
It was already dark.
Song Haiyin was a little tired. While rubbing her temples that were painful because of her ability, she dragged the lightly cumbersome on her feet, biting the already cooled spicy tofu bag on her mouth, and slowly walked into the backyard of Jiangcheng Temple.
She was about to lift the corner of her skirt and relax the little guy under her feet, but suddenly a cold sound came from behind her.
"Sir Song, where are you going?"
I saw a young man with a thin figure, a long and narrow face and a slanted corner of his eyes standing under the wall. He hugged his arms and his mouth was filled with a smile, and his cold eyes were locked on her.
This person is the son of the Prince of Yiyong Hou - the first-level priest Cao Qian.
It is also because of his father that although he is only a first-level priest, he can enter the Divine Blessing Tour team, in order to show up more, make more contributions, and climb up in the temple as soon as possible.
However, unexpectedly, in this team, the most popular woman Song Haiyin came from the countryside.
He was unwilling to accept it and wanted to know what secret Song Haiyin had.
Why can it be so popular with the people?
Why can we meet the people in need?
Why can we help people solve the problem?
Now that the supreme god is gone, the ritual is half ineffective, why can she save people?
This series of confusion finally turned into a full of doubts and reluctance, which made him stare at her for a whole whole day. Until today, we finally found the flaw.
"I'll go out to buy the materials needed for the God-Blessing Gift." Song Haiyin raised the oil paper bag in her hand and said softly.
"No, what are you doing?" Cao Qian asked with his eyes narrowed.
Song Haiyin knew: "Are you following me?"
Cao Qian snorted coldly, "Don't be narcissistic, it's just that I happened to be together."
Song Haiyin said meaningfully "Oh". He said slowly, "It's just that he happened to meet a few people in need of assistance, and he just did it."
"Need assistance?"
Cao Qian repeated these four words coldly, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"It's obvious that you need to be arrested!"
"The people you saved are obviously all blasphemous!"
"I don't know what method you used to make them just like ordinary people! But that weird stench can never be covered up in my life!"
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Cao Qian said, approaching step by step, and a slight light appeared on his hands.
"Just like you..."
"The blasphemous person is Song Haiyin!"
A ray of light burst out, slashing straight towards Song Haiyin.
Song Haiyin was stunned, and a ball of white and fluffy things flew up, blocking the light that rushed straight to the facade.
"No!" she shouted.
Raise your hand and cut off with a long sword, catch the light, bounce it to the side, and shoot it into the wall-
It turned out to be a flying knife.
It was inserted deeply into the wall, and the tail was still trembling.
But, it still hit the score, just a little bit crooked.
Countless pink and white pear blossoms scattered.
The pear tree baby, split into two halves, was lying in her arms, looking up at Song Haiyin with one side, as if he was still a little confused or dyingly frozen.
Song Haiyin looked up with her eyes wet.
Cao Qian stared at the things in Song Haiyin's arms and was stunned for a moment.
Then he was ecstatic: "Sure enough, you are just a weird thing! You are also carrying a weird thing! You are really a shame to the priest..."
However, before he could finish his words, a sharp sword light flashed, breaking his protective divine light forward and hitting his arm.
"Puchi--"
The sharp blade broke through the flesh and blood, and his right arm was thrown high, then fell to the ground, blood gushing like a pillar.
The shrill scream shook the night sky, Cao Qian widened his eyes and looked at his broken arm in disbelief, his whole face twisted and deformed due to pain.
"You—!!"
The next moment, the second sword light had already attacked, taking his head straight!
However, at this moment, a snow-white and huge palm suddenly poked out and grabbed the sword light!
The sword light trembled wildly in the palm, but was suppressed tightly. Finally, with a "buzzing" sound, it turned into a long sword flashing with golden light.
"Holy Sword! How could you have this woman!" Cao Qian, who was grinning in pain, his eyes widened.
Song Haiyin did not respond and turned to the other end of the yard.
"Master Mei." She put away her long sword and bowed her head respectfully.
Master Mei also raised his hand and kept holding the sword light, and then slowly closed it.
"You shouldn't have done this," he said calmly.
Seeing this, Cao Qian endured the severe pain and shouted: "Yes, she shouldn't be covering up the blasphemer like this! She shouldn't want to kill me, the warrior who exposed her!"
Cao Qian's eyes were so excited that his eyes turned red and his face cursed with a distorted face.
"She is just a blasphemer, what about the Lord Song? Bah, she is just a lowly trick! Master Mei, you must not let her go!"
However, Master Mei didn't even look at him, but just looked at Song Haiyin with a sharp look.
Song Haiyin bit her lower lip and her heart hangs high.
But I heard Master Mei continue to say, "You shouldn't have done this."
"We shouldn't have killed him like this. There are too many people inside and outside the courtyard. Fortunately, people are basically in the front yard now."
Cao Qian then realized that something was wrong.
He looked at Master Mei in disbelief while covering his right arm.
Just as he was about to speak, a golden chain shot out from Master Mei's hand, locking him firmly, and the chain even reached in from his mouth, sealing the scream he was about to make.
Immediately afterwards, Master Mei took out a small pink flat paper box from the storage bag, with an exquisite bow tied to the lid.
Open the box and there is only one flat layer.
He dragged Cao Qian, who had been struggling and twisting, first stuffed Cao Qian's remaining hand into the box, then one leg after another, then the body, and finally the head.
Put Cao Qian a little bit and completely into this small box.
Before closing the lid, Song Haiyin felt a little anxious when she saw Cao Qian who was pressed into a square piece.
"This is a trick!"
"That's right."
Master Mei put away the paper box and raised his eyes coldly.
"No tricks are needed at this time. Are there any other means?"
Song Haiyin's heart was shocked.
Subconsciously he looked up at the sky.
The supreme divine face above the heavy lead cloud was almost completely covered, and only the clouds were vaguely exposed to their eyes, nose and mouth when they were flowing.
A completely invalid god.
Didn’t even the most noble priest recognize Him?
"Don't worry, let's talk about it with me." Master Mei said in a deep voice.
So, Song Haiyin held the pear tree baby who had turned into two halves and was slowly closing his eyes, and followed the Grand Master Mei into the warehouse in the backyard.
There were a large number of supplies piled up in the warehouse, full of them, almost reaching the beam.
Many of them are offerings that will be used for the God-Blessing ceremony tomorrow, and many are gifts presented by local gentry and believers, including silk, spices, gold and silver.
Master Mei reached out and flicked it, and the spirit bead lamp lit up immediately, and the soft light illuminated the room full of folk fat and ointment.
Song Haiyin frowned and asked, "That priest Cao..."
"Just arrange it." Master Mei said, "It won't involve you."
"Why?"
She wanted to know why Master Mei wanted to do this.
Song Haiyin knew that Master Mei would not cover her up for no reason.
Behind Cao Qian is Yiyong Hou, although he is already old and loses power.
Master Mei said in a deep voice:
"Because I want to know."
"Who is the Lord Earth Mother whom you asked the people to worship?"
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