Doomsday Totem

Chapter 341 Strong Shield
Following the grand master's resonant voice, the monks lined up in two rows, bowed their heads reverently, and greeted this distinguished but strange guest with the highest etiquette of the ancient lineage.Although they didn't know who he was and where he came from, it didn't reduce the respect in their hearts at all.

Rather than saying that they respect the guests, it is better to say that they respect the great masters who are also teachers and fathers.Just as iron slag is to the holy fire, and the holy fire is to Kezan, because those who respect respect respect it, so they respect it.

This is inheritance. If there is no Kezan, then a trace of flame in the ruins will always be just an ordinary flame that can be seen everywhere for Iron Slag.It was Kezan's pious kowtow that endowed this flame with a solemn and sacred life.

In the ancient legend, the deceased ancestors will be turned into a part of the holy fire, shining forever on the future generations.This feeling of licking the calf is the most simple and sincere love in the world.She comes from the instinct of life and the bearing of blood, she will not be unfamiliar with the passage of time, and will not leave due to the changes of the world...

She is there, forever.

Not long after, in the tea room in the inner hall, Grand Master invited Iron Slag to sit down, then filled water with an old dark red teapot with rusty surface, poured tea leaves, and boiled it on the ancient charcoal stove.

But at this moment, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe also followed in, but they didn't dare to sit down, they just stood blankly on the side, watching the great master make tea.

Noticing the restraint of the two girls, the Great Grandmaster turned his head, smiled at them gently, and stretched out his hand to signal: "Children, sit down."

"Thank you, great master." "Thank you elder." After hesitating for a while, the two women nodded slightly and sat down side by side.

"Ke'er, are you still used to the life in the academy?" the grand master looked at Qin Ke'er and asked kindly.

"Get used to it." Qin Ke'er said obediently.

"A few days ago, your father came to the temple to look for me. He said that a hunter in the Qin family village encountered a tin tiger in the deep mountains, and three people died. I hope I can send wandering monks to help them..." The great master stopped Stopped, and ordered, "Since you are back, you will lead the team this time."

"Thank you, Great Master." Qin Ke'er nodded and said.

"I will give you three iron-clad monks, but your Qin Family Village will be responsible for the related expenses," said the great master.

"Well, okay." Qin Ke'er replied.

Then, Grandmaster looked at Mu Qianhe again and asked, "Son, what's your name?"

"Elder, my name is Mu Qianhe, Mu who shepherds sheep, Qian who is a thousand years old, and crane who is a red-crowned crane." Mu Qianhe said respectfully.

The great master said "Oh" and said: "It turns out to be a member of the Jinjiao Mu family. If you have a chance, please send my regards to Mu Baiyu."

"Yes, elder." Mu Qianhe nodded in response.However, she said so, but she didn't think so in her heart.That Mu Baiyu is the Patriarch of the Mu family's main line, and it's not something she can easily meet.

As if seeing through her little thoughts, Grandmaster smiled slightly, waved his hand lightly, found out from nowhere a badge of the Fire Horn Temple, and pushed it onto the tea table in front of Mu Qianhe.

"You will greet me on my behalf," said the Grand Master.

"Thank you, Great Master." Looking at the copper badge, Mu Qianhe suddenly showed surprise, and said loudly, then picked it up and fiddled with it lovingly.

Seeing that the two women had their own gains, they both looked very happy. The great master stroked his gray beard, chuckled, then changed the subject, and asked in a modest tone: "Keer, the apricot trees on the mountain are ripe, you bring Qianhe Go and have a look, and pick some back for the old man and this little friend to taste."

"Okay." Qin Ke'er nodded, and then pulled her friend out.They are all people with clear eyes, so they can naturally see that Grandmaster wants to have a secret talk with Tie Slag.

After the two women left, the tea was ready.Grandmaster poured tea for Iron Slag, then sat up straight and asked solemnly, "Son, what's your name?"

"Iron Slag Norses." Iron Slag said calmly.But when he said his surname, an inexplicable sense of pride emerged spontaneously, stirring his heart.

"Sword of the Boundless, Norses..." the grand master repeated to himself, and after a while, he suddenly clenched his fists and shouted "Okay!" three times in a row.

Tie Slag didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the emotional elder in front of him.

Gradually, Grandmaster regained his calm.He took a deep breath and said, "May the sword of boundlessness last forever, and the fire of glory never die..." That old voice was full of unspeakable vicissitudes, deep affection, regret, and love. Sorrow, unwillingness, anger...

Quietly, Grandmaster's eye circles turned red, and so did Tie Slag's.

In this ancient land...

If you ask people from the Far East, who is the person you hate the most, they will definitely tell you that they are from the Brilliant Line, because they disturbed their peaceful life in the most rude way;

But if you ask people from the Far East, who is your favorite person, they will definitely tell you that they are from the glorious line, because they have won the respect of the world for them with the most ardent blood;

And if you ask people in the Far East, who is the person you despise the most, they will definitely tell you that they are from the brilliant line, because their ignorance, recklessness, irritability, and anxiety have brought them a lot of trouble;
But if you ask people in the Far East, who is the person you admire the most, they will definitely tell you that they are of the brilliant line, because they are brothers connected by their blood, and they are all their pride!

I don't know when it started, joining the Brilliant Lineage, joining the Holy Wolf Heavy Armor Guard Group, and being named a brave, fearless and arrogant Guardian of the Holy Wolf has become the lifelong pursuit and glory of the people of the Far East.

In a small remote mountain village, if there is a guardian of the holy wolf, it is Guangzong Yaozu, and there is smoke from the ancestral grave.Ten miles and eight towns, all have to offer the most devout respect.And marrying a holy wolf guardian is the long-cherished wish of the girls in the mountains.

The Brilliant Lineage is the war hammer of the temple, open up the territory and fight in all directions, roam the nine heavens, conquer the land, conquer the sky, conquer the ocean, and conquer countless planes;

The ancient lineage is the strong shield of the temple. It protects the territory and protects the homeland.

But when all of this, when the glorious flame was extinguished, it became the deepest wound in their hearts, the most painful pain, like a knife mark on their hearts, dripping with blood, tears, and hatred...

After an unknown amount of time, Grandmaster stood up, turned around, turned his back to Iron Slag, and said slowly: "My child, please remember that we will always be your most solid backing."

"When you encounter difficulties, when you encounter danger, remember to come to us!"

"Remember to come to us..." He repeated the last sentence, and walked out evasively.At this moment, the extraordinary Grandmaster Huojiao seems to have aged a lot...

Two hours later, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe, who had picked a large bag of apricot fruits, happily returned to the Huojiao Temple, but they were told that the Great Master Huojiao had already retreated and meditated, and they could not taste the fruits they picked for the time being.

Afterwards, under the arrangement of the host of the outer courtyard who had just arrived at the inner temple, the three went to the outer temple at the foot of the mountain and lived in it.

At this moment, even in the afternoon, there are still many people from the Far East who come to Wai Temple to worship and offer incense.They were old and young, men and women, and they held several sticks of smoking incense sticks devoutly, worshiping this and that in the smoky hall, looking very pious.

After putting down their luggage, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe took Tie Slag to the stall at the gate of the outer temple, bought some Buddhist incense, and went in to worship.Tie Slag followed him all the time, neither prostrating nor saluting.Although the monks in the outer court were a little curious, they didn't express anything.They are not monastery monks, let alone warrior monks. If we use the analogy of the temple, they are only equivalent to the staff in the temple, working with wages, not even logistics followers.

"Compassion to heaven and man... Spiritual heart and wisdom... Phoenix Saintess... Please bless Ke'er... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Qin Keer knelt in front of a female god , muttering, but the voice became more and more vague.

"What are you talking about?" Tie Slag asked, but Qin Ke'er continued to read as if he didn't hear, Tie Slag could only poke her ass with his toe, and asked again.

"Wow~ Ke'er is praying, don't do it..." Qin Ke'er muttered unhappily.

"I asked what you were talking about?" Tie Slag poked her again.

"She is making a wish..." "Don't say it!" Mu Qianhe was about to explain, but was interrupted by Qin Ke'er.

Seeing Qin Ke'er's face flushed with excitement, Tie Zha suddenly became interested, his face sank, and he ordered to Mu Qianhe: "Say! What is she wishing for?"

"I don't know what she wished for, but I know what kind of god she prayed to..." Mu Qianhe said with a smile.

"Don't say it!" Qin Ke'er shouted.

"I didn't mention your wish..." Mu Qianhe shrugged, and continued, "Phoenix Saintess is..."

"Mu Qianhe, don't forget, you also made a wish to the Phoenix Saintess just now." Qin Ke'er reminded, Mu Qianhe immediately came to his senses, then patted his chest, said "Fortunately", and then stopped understand.

"Huh?" Tie Slag frowned, but the two women seemed to have reached a consensus and didn't mention a word to him.

At night, the monastery became extremely quiet. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Tie Zha was about to teach the two beauties a lesson, but met unprecedented fierce resistance.

"What are you doing?" Tie Slag asked in a deep voice, looking at the two girls who were huddled together on the bed.

"This is an important place for temples, so be pure-hearted and ascetic." "Master, you will disrespect the gods here." The two women said in turn.

"It's not my god, and I don't worship it." Tie Slag said.

"Do as the Romans do~" "There are gods when you raise your head three feet~" the two girls sang and persuaded.

In the end, Tie Slag had nothing to do with them, so forget it.

In the early morning of the next day, three monks each drove an ox cart to the temple and picked up the three of them.Later, at the request of Iron Slag, three bullock carts drove into the commercial street in the center of the town and bought a lot of goods and gifts, including all kinds of wine, cigarettes, medicinal materials and dry goods, as well as sausage, bacon, ham and bacon , all kinds of canned food, as well as some accessories, clothing, purses and purses. After filling the three-ox cart, they headed for Qinjia Village in the south of the town.

(End of this chapter)