Weird beauty, she is a god in the entertainment industry

Si Jin has fought fiercely and powerfully in the past few years, and the trophies except those he bestowed on the soldiers under his command basically fell into his pocket.

However, he didn't check carefully what the trophies contained. Most of the time, those who were surrendered mentioned a few words in front of him.

But no matter how precious it is, in the eyes of the general, it is not as priceless as the priceless treasure of the temple priest.

"That's enough." The expression on Xi Yan's face was already filled with speechlessness, "Restrain yourself."

This idiot in front of him, who would believe that he is the invincible general who deters the frontiers, kills fiercely and conquers all battles.

After all kinds of hesitation and entanglement of the general, he finally stuffed three big boxes of treasures in the past.

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Xi Yan was numb when he saw the three big boxes.

Compared with these three big boxes, the thing prepared by the king next to it seems like a joke. This is what the king went to the treasury to search for three days to prepare.

Xi Yan persuaded helplessly: "You are too obvious, the priests of the temple must be able to see it."

"Nothing can escape her eyes." Si Jin snorted softly, "But she won't refuse."

To be precise, it's not that the priests of the temple will not refuse, but that she doesn't care about these things.

However, these things will eventually stay in the temple of the priest, so even if the general had anticipated the reaction of the priest of the temple, he prepared them with all his heart.

".Fine."

The corner of Xi Yan's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

He asked his men to load the three boxes of things on the horse, and then led them to the direction of the holy mountain.

The guard force on the holy mountain has increased a lot compared to before.

but--

Xi Yan took a few more glances, and then was speechless. The general had obviously placed troops here, and he was worried about the temple.

The person who came to greet Xi Yan was the priest Wuzhi.

He had been practicing some time ago, and he seemed to have realized something and left the customs early. When he saw Xi Yan, his expression was relaxed and gentle: "His Highness Xi Yan, long time no see."

Xi Yan looked at him strangely.

He always felt that the facial features of the tallow tree priest were much calmer than before, and there was a kind of peace in the true sense in his eyes.

"Your Excellency, is this a success in practice?"

he asked tentatively.

Hearing this, Priest Wuzhi didn't hide anything, and nodded with a smile: "Thanks to the previous instruction from the priest, I can understand something."

Xi Yan nodded, and walked into the temple with Priest Wuzhi.

"Did the priest of the tallow tree hear about the sacrificial ceremony before?"

Priest Wuzhi nodded, but there was not much anger in his eyes, but more emotion: "My lord priest once said that the temple has developed to the point where it is now, and it is no longer as prosperous as it was a hundred years ago."

The moths headed by Luna in the temple before were a clear sign. In addition, the rotten seeds were all over the corners of the temple.

It's a pity that Wuzhi could only see the scene in front of him before, but he couldn't think of the more distant scene behind him. He suddenly realized it after being instructed by the priest of the temple.

After understanding, he regretted more than once.

I don't know if it is a kind of sadness that the most talented temple priest of the temple came to the world when the temple was gradually declining.

Along the way, Xi Yan was communicating with Wuzhi. From his words and deeds, Xi Yan did see that he was different from before. He was more inclined to the indifference and calmness of the temple priests towards the world.

He didn't say anything, but when he arrived in front of the priest's temple and was about to say goodbye to Priest Sapium, he said, "Congratulations, Your Excellency Priest."

Priest Wutao smiled and bowed to say goodbye.

Xi Yan withdrew his gaze, turned and walked into the priest's temple.

However, there was no priest of the temple on the high platform. Xi Yan looked around and soon realized that he naturally stepped into the side hall behind.

The temple priest sat on a stone bench with a chess game in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows: "Master Priest, are you playing chess with me?"

"I'm waiting for you."

As soon as these words came out, Xi Yan suddenly fell silent.

No matter how much he messed around, he knew that the only person who could play chess with the priests of the temple was the monarch.

The unpredictable changes in the chess game are like a picture of the country, and the moment of the game is like pointing the country, and the priests of the temple also use this method to convey the will of the gods to the monarch.

"So you chose me in the first place because of that?"

His throat was inexplicably dry, and he sat down opposite the priest of the temple with difficulty.

The priest of the temple didn't answer his question, and dropped a white piece on the chessboard: "I have told you your fate, you can choose it yourself."

Seeing this, Xi Yan simply didn't think about it, picked up the sunspot next to him and dropped it: "If I really have a choice, then I will choose to continue to be a carefree waste."

The temple priests were noncommittal.

After that, neither of them spoke anymore, but the situation on the chess game was constantly changing.
A thin layer of cold sweat floated on Xi Yan's forehead, and he could feel the pressing of the temple priest's white chess every step of the way. Every time he thought of a way to clear the siege, another accident would happen.

He certainly wasn't stupid enough to think that the temple priests were targeting him.

The chess game is finally over.

Xi Yan looked at the deadly chessboard in front of him, his eyes were dark and indistinguishable: "...is there really no way to break it?"

Naturally, the temple priest would not answer him.

Xi Yan took a deep breath: "Then, how much time do we have?"

The temple priest looked at him intently.

"...Don't look at me like that, I'm so scared."

In the end, Xi Yan still didn't dare to ask.

At this time, Xi Yan hadn't anticipated the true meaning of the temple priest's game of chess. He only thought it was the end of the royal family of the Xi family, not the loss of the entire country.

The repressed chess game was soon forcibly ignored by Xi Yan, with a smile on his face: "Master Priest, long time no see. If it wasn't for this opportunity, I'm afraid you wouldn't have seen me."

The priest of the temple tilted his head, and said in a clear and calm tone, "Xi Yan, you are too happy to come here at all."

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Xi Yan choked.

What should he say?Could it be that he said that when the temple priest asked him to become a teacher, he misunderstood him as being abandoned?

He changed the subject with great foresight: "More than a year has passed, after the sacrificial ceremony, the Lantern Festival is coming soon."

"Lantern Festival."

The priest of the temple murmured these three words softly.

In my impression, Duoya once mentioned to her that the city was full of lights at the Lantern Festival banquet, floating to the borders outside the capital.

It's a pity that there is not a single lamp that can cross the towering holy mountain and be reflected in the eyes of the priests of the temple.

Xi Yan shrugged his shoulders: "Yeah, the capital is about to start to be lively again, and there are still many people showing their hearts to each other through the lantern feast."

"Why?"

Confusion appeared in the eyes of the priest of the temple, and he asked him seriously.