Chapter 263: Two Hundred and Sixty-Three Baptism
When Zhao Chun said this, he stood as tall as a green pine, with a kind of arrogance and unyieldingness that was hard to see from casual cultivators.
The priest put aside his doubts again and remembered that there was indeed a serious lack of monks in the Holy Land who could refine weapons. The person in front of him came from the Sanzhou Sect, and the weapon refinement method was inherited from the orthodox tradition. The casual cultivator who was acquired by chance was very different, and he weighed it in his heart. After a little reflection, he said:
"In this case, the Holy Land will be your destination from now on. Choose a day to do it in front of all people. After you are baptized, you will be given a badge and assigned a residence. The guide will inform you of many other matters. I won’t say much today.” The weapon master showed a little satisfaction in his eyes. He turned his gaze to Pu Yue, rubbed his fingertips against the spine of the book, and said after a long time: "I have never restricted you from going out and playing, but people outside are complicated. Various forces are flowing in and out, and a little kid with your level of cultivation may not even know how he died.”
Pu Yue pursed her lips tightly, knowing that what the priest said was right. If Zhao Chun had not happened to rescue her, she would have been robbed by black thieves and taken to the island, with no possibility of returning to the Holy Land.
But in these years, she has lived a wanton life, and the elder brothers and sisters around her are very fond of her. And because she showed her talent in the alchemy way early, she has been placed high hopes by the priests since she started practicing Qi. He was always there to give guidance and nurture, but he never heard such harsh words, so now his eyes are red, with two crystal dots in the corners of his eyes.
“That’s all, just come back,” as if he couldn’t see her acting like this, the priest waved his hand together with the book in his hand, and sighed, “If you want to go out in the future, you must tell me first. , I will arrange for someone to go with you, at least to keep you safe."
"Thank you, Lord Priest!" Pu Yue burst into laughter, and suddenly remembered being broken by the Huang tribe in the sea of sand. The ever-bright lantern came, so he suppressed his smile and said, "Sir, I also took an ever-bright lantern from the Holy Land during this trip, but when I met the Desolate tribe on the way... the ever-bright lantern broke into pieces in the sea of sand."
If people in the Holy Land want to walk outside, they must have an ever-bright lamp to guide the way, otherwise their lives will be in danger. Therefore, when they first heard about Pu Yue's departure, the priest already knew that she had taken away an ever-bright lamp. Now, listen to her To be clear, he wasn't too surprised.
But when Pu Yue mentioned that the lamp was broken in the sea of sand, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and his expression suddenly became solemn, which showed that he was quite distressed.
It should be noted that the ever-burning lamp can only burn for three hundred years. Once it is lit, even if it is extinguished again, the candle oil will gradually melt away over time. Therefore, only twelve lamps remain in the Holy Land today. Each one is precious.
"Although the destruction of the lamp was not your intention, it was still caused by you. If I insist on protecting you, I am afraid that there will be complaints in the Holy Land." He glanced at Pu Yue coldly. Pursing his lips, he said, "You will stay in the house until I discuss it with the elders and see how to deal with this matter."
Pu Yue, who grew up here, naturally understands how precious the everlasting lantern is. Dare to act as aggrieved as before, just burying his head deeply without saying a word.
Zhao Shun stood beside her, taking in the expressions and behaviors of the two people. Sometimes they felt natural, and sometimes they felt strange.
This strangeness does not lie with Pu Yue. Her attitude towards the priest is one of admiration and awe that can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye, but she has more than enough reverence but not enough intimacy.
As for the priest, he is quite tolerant and caring towards Pu Yue in his words, which shows that he attaches great importance to her. However, when his eyes fell on him, he did not have the love and concern of an elder for a younger generation. Tu Liu was cold and indifferent, and the two emotions were contradictory, making the priest appear a bit moody and angry for no reason, which was very different from the kind and loving attitude he had when talking to Zhao Chun.
She asked: "Sir, I and Pu Yue came here from the sea of sand. On the way, she told me that the people in the Holy Land can distinguish the wind and sand because of the ever-burning lanterns, and are not harmed by the desolate tribe. But. When the lamp was broken, there happened to be another Iron Hoof of the Desolate Clan watching around, but after looking at the two of us, he did not take action. Dare I ask, sir, what is the reason for this? "
Response to Zhao Shun? The priest was silent for a long time when he asked. He raised his eyes indifferently and said: "If the lamp is broken, the oil in the lamp will not melt out immediately. The reason why the ever-burning lamp avoids harm to the desolate tribe is because of its aura. It should be that you two are contaminated after the lamp is broken." I was able to avoid the difficulty by smelling the lamp oil." He picked up the scroll again, obviously not wanting to answer any more.
But Zhao Shun had a clear conscience. On that day, the spear penetrated the lamp straight into the deep sea of sand. The only smell in the surrounding area was the fishy smell of camel blood spattered on the spot, and there was no trace of the fragrance of lamp oil. How could it be like this? Why did the Desolate tribe avoid it?
The priest was unwilling to answer, so she couldn't ask any more questions. After bowing and leaving, she left the peach grove with Pu Yue who looked disappointed. ...
Since that day, she has never seen Pu Yue again.
Before the baptism, Zhao Shun was not yet a member of the Holy Land. After a woman without an emblem on her shoulder led her to stay in a quiet place, it took another two days before someone knocked on the door and said, The preparations for baptism are complete and you can go to the tower in the lake immediately.
When Zhao Chun came from the sky, the holy land was already deserted by thousands of people, all of whom were monks or ordinary people who came to watch today's baptism.
In addition to the priest wearing a white crown and standing with his hands behind his back, there are thirteen Fenxuan monks lined up on both sides of the tower. They are all dressed in red robes and have animal-faced emblems on their shoulders. Only one of them is a middle-aged beautiful woman with a The pattern of silver-threaded yellow flowers and three leaves.
They should be what the priests call elders.
Baptism is not as complicated as Zhao Shun thought. First, the priest announced Zhao Shun’s identity to everyone, then thirteen red-robed elders touched the top of her hair with willow branches, and finally stood before the priest. In front of him, he will give the last gift.
"In accordance with the instructions of our ancestors, I hope that after you enter the Holy Land, you will abandon your past and distracting thoughts, watch and help everyone, and work together as one heart." He held a jade plate in his hand, and after tapping it with his fingertips, a piece of jade suddenly escaped from it. The white light flew straight into Zhao Chun's sea of consciousness.
However, Zhao Chun was extra prepared for what happened today. When he saw the white light coming, he immediately raised his sword energy to resist, causing the white light to slow down and gradually fall into the sword energy and stop moving forward.
Is this a living thing? !
She couldn't help but be shocked. When she looked closely, the white light turned out to be an invisible insect, squirming impatiently and crawling around.
Zhao Shun looked at the expression on the priest's face and saw that he didn't notice any difference, so he secretly wrapped the insect with sword energy and took it from the Sea of Consciousness to the Dantian without killing it.
The priest pinched the secret in his hand and felt that the insect was still alive, and he felt a little satisfied: "The baptism is complete, and you are a citizen of the Holy Land from now on."
Waiting for everyone After they dispersed, Zhao Chun felt more and more that something was wrong, so he handed the little bug over to the care of the Golden Crow Blood Fire in his Dantian to keep it alive and prevent it from harming him.
She didn't know if there were bugs in other people's bodies, and she didn't feel comfortable asking at the moment, so she followed the leading monk forward in silence and stopped at a quiet and spacious mansion at the innermost edge of the lake.
"Utensil Making Workshop." It is an extremely easy-to-understand name.
Second update to follow
(End of this chapter)