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Chapter 192 Worship
He Lingjiang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Is this a holy tree?"

Bi Mo nodded slightly, walked up to the tree, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the giant tree that was nearly a hundred years old.

He Lingjiang also quickly followed, and under the light of the lights, he saw a few red fruits hidden in the thick branches and leaves.

She looked closely, and could even see a thin layer of fluorescent light lingering around her, and a faint pink glow.

Such fruit is truly unprecedented.

He Lingjiang murmured: "This is the holy fruit... It's really beautiful..."

"At this time, it's not the best time for the holy fruit." Bi Mo said, looking at the fruit on the tree.

He Lingjiang Wenyan turned his head: "When is the best time? But the day before the sacrifice to the mountain is the best time to pick the holy fruit?"

Bi Mo turned his eyes and looked at her under the tree: "When the fate is met, it is naturally the best time to pick the holy fruit..."

Under the light of the lights, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, faintly, making it impossible to guess the expression.

He Lingjiang didn't understand the meaning of his words, so he simply stopped asking him, but stepped forward and rubbed the huge body of the holy tree slightly.

After a hundred years of wind and frost, the epidermis of the trunk is covered with deep or shallow scabs.

If a holy tree can bear such fruit, it must have some spirituality.

However, the moment she touched the trunk again, she couldn't help frowning.

He Lingjiang raised his head again, looked at the luxuriant tree crown and the pink holy fruit on it, and walked around the holy tree twice.

Bimo only thought she was curious and happy when she first saw the holy tree and holy fruit, and did not stop her.

It wasn't until he felt it was getting late that he said to He Lingjiang, "It's getting dark, you should go and rest first."

He Lingjiang retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, followed Bi Mo around the hall in the center, walked a short distance back, and arrived at the residence.

The house that Bimo arranged for her was in his own courtyard, only one room away from his own bedroom.

If it was a big week, it would be extremely unreasonable to treat female guests like this.

However, at this time, it was in Nanzhao, where the folk customs were open, and Bimo didn't want others to know that she was in the hall, so he arranged her here nearby, and he could rest assured.

Bi Mo pushed open the door and said to He Lingjiang, "You can rest here for the time being. In my courtyard, no one is allowed to come in on weekdays."

"But for the sake of safety, you'd better not step out of the door during the day, so as not to be seen by the people of the temple and cause trouble."

He Lingjiang nodded, entered the room and glanced around, and saw that the inside was clean.

"Then how should I arrange my diet?"

"I will bring it to you." Bimo said, "After tomorrow, it will be the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the mountain. After that, I will give you a holy fruit to heal your hidden illness. You can wait with peace of mind. ."

He Lingjiang nodded. There was food and drink here, so she followed Bimo's words.

After thinking about coming to Jishan, you can also know what he is paying attention to.

One day passed by, and on this day, He Lingjiang, as Bimo said, never stepped out of the house.

In the evening, after Bi Mo screened the people out of the hall, he came to He Lingjiang's door with a tray, which was covered with a piece of silk cloth.

He Lingjiang lifted the silk cloth and saw a plain shirt on it.

At first glance, the clothes are new, made of cotton and linen, and they are still soft to the touch.

It is different from the batik or embroidered clothes that Nanzhao people often wear, and it is also different from the narrow sleeves that barbarian women often wear.
The clothes were all plain white without any color on the whole body. The robe was loose, and the long sleeves just hung down between the skirts.

He Lingjiang looked at the plain white priest's robe on Bi Mo's body, which seemed to be similar to what he was wearing, and it looked like they were all worn for ritual sacrifice.

Facing her puzzled eyes, Bimo put the tray on the table indifferently: "Tomorrow is the ceremony of sacrifice to the mountain, and the holy fruit is the most precious sacrifice."

"You are a foreigner. If you want to use the holy fruit, you need to cleanse your body and change your clothes in advance, and worship the holy tree and holy fruit in advance."

He Lingjiang naturally had no doubts.

Since you want to worship the holy tree, it is not good to have Gu worms in your body.

Bi Mo stretched out his hand, pulled out the Gu worms in her body, and then led her to the bathing place.

In the hall, there is a place for people to bathe.

She followed Bimo all the way, and there was no one in the huge hall, as if she and Bimo were the only ones.

He Lingjiang's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't ask anything.

When she reached the door of the bath room, she pushed the door open and went in, and saw the mist in the bath, and the air suddenly circulated, driving the lights in the room to sway gently.

The room is not big, except for the soup pool in the middle, there is only a small couch next to it for people to rest for a while.

The surrounding windows were tightly closed, and there was no gap.

She raised her eyebrows slightly.

"You clean up and change clothes first, then sit on the couch and wait for a while, and then I'll take you back to worship in front of the holy tree." After Bimo said, he took her to the door and left.

He Lingjiang slowly walked to the side of the small couch, and there was a small incense burner on the side of the collapsed side. At this moment, a fragrance was rising from it.

She leaned over slightly, took a sip, and felt the fragrance.

He Lingjiang frowned, took a few steps back, walked to the bathtub again, leaned over slightly, lifted the water in the pool and looked at it.

The bath soup was warm, the water was transparent and clear, and it felt no strange when she held it on her fingertips. She sniffed it close to the tip of her nose, but she didn't find anything wrong.

She made up her mind. When she got to the back window, she gently pushed the window open to a gap, and then pointed to the pinch, and outlined it slightly.

He Zheng, who was hidden not far away, fell into the bamboo ball around his waist and moved suddenly, then flapped his wings and rammed into the bamboo ball.

The small bamboo woven balls were light and fluttering, and when they hit them like this, they swayed.

This worm, which belonged to Yinsheng County Master, was taken away by Chi Kuo.

When he entered the Luojia Department, He Lingjiang deliberately found two larger ones, planted marks on them, put them in bamboo balls, and gave them to He Zheng.

If she encounters something and needs to call He Zheng in a potential dark place to come forward, she will urge the imprint in the Gu worm's body to make it agitated and toss, so as to inform He Zheng.

When He Zheng got the news, he looked around vigilantly, and then cautiously approached the window.

"Seven lady."

He Lingjiang looked through the gap in the window and whispered: "Go and secretly call Yan Xiang to the temple, and say that there may be news of his sister here."

As she said that, she slipped a message from the crack of the window to him, with the words to be passed on to Yanxiang written in Nanzhao language.

He Zheng's Nanzhao language is not authentic. Because of this, he came to Luojia and never said a word. Yan Xiang only thought that he was a hard-working mute servant.

"Remember, you must bring people quietly, and don't make any noise."

"Also, if you don't have my orders later, don't be impulsive, let alone make any moves. Just remember, I have a plan in my mind, and it will be accomplished if nothing happens."

Although He Zheng didn't know what she was going to do, he nodded and left.

(End of this chapter)