Kneeled in black in front of the iron cage.
Everyone worshipped deeply in the most pious posture at the time of sacrifice.
Seeing that no one responded, Saint Yawen gritted her teeth and walked into the crowd by herself, bending over and drew a knife from a person’s waist.
The sharp blade of the blade reflected the blazing fire, and Yawen clutched the knife tightly, and walked towards Guan Bei Nuan’s cage murderously.
Bei Nuan looked at her and thought: Wouldn’t you suddenly want to kill me somehow?
This is definitely one’s own death, no wonder others.
Bei Nuan stared at her, raised a hand, ready to touch the top of her head.
Just when the fingertips were about to touch the hair on the top of the head, a clear and firm voice came from behind the group of kneeling people.
“Yawen, what do you want to do?”
Their chief Jiahan hurried over with a large group of people. He walked too fast, and his white robe was hunting and tumbling in the night breeze.
The people behind him also saw Bei Nuan, who was holding the monkey in the fire, and knelt down again.
Only Gahan did not kneel.
He glanced at Bei Nuan first, without any special reaction at all.
It seemed that several trees were burning fiercely and cracklingly. There was a girl in the cage next to the tree, and the girl holding a monkey strangely on her head was really normal, and it was all he expected.
Jiahan turned to Yawen, his voice calm, without the slightest emotion.
“You don’t need to kneel, what’s the matter
with the knife ?” Yawen grabbed the knife and stared at Jia Han in a daze. Suddenly, she threw the knife in her hand to the ground and threw it away, then turned and ran.
Jia Han didn’t go to see her again, but walked to Bei Nuan’s cage and folded his hands on his chest.
Bei Nuan saw that, once again, he bowed deeply to her in the most respectful way he had used during the day.
“The saint woman came to the world, blessed and blessed.” He said.
Ten minutes later, Bei Nuan was no longer in the iron cage.
She sat comfortably in an already built house where Kahan lived, with the Great Sage squatting on her shoulders, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and drinking swiftly.
The tea was brought by Kahan himself.
He brought the tea, sat down on the armchair next to Bei Nuan, and turned around and ordered the person behind him: “Take the portrait of the saint.”
Someone respectfully agreed. After going out for a while, he held up a big one. box.
The box is made of old mahogany, with fine patterns carved on it, and locked with an old-fashioned brass lock.
Kahan took out the key, opened the lock, and showed Bei Nuan the contents.
There is a picture lying flat in the box.
The painting is not too big, it is only two feet square, it is painted on a piece of cloth, the cloth is yellow, and it looks like it has been around for some years.
But when Bei Nuan saw clearly what was painted on the painting, she was stunned.
Above is a girl sitting cross-legged, with a blanket embroidered with intricate patterns and fringed.
On her side, there are several huge torches burning, and in front of her are narrow and light vertical lines.
The most important thing is that on the girl’s head, a little monkey is firmly held in the dungeon.
The girl’s eyes are round, and the monkey’s eyes are round.
This is exactly what Bei Nuan did just now.
Bei Nuan: “…”
“This is something that our tribe has passed down for countless generations.”
Jia Han explained.
“Our tribe has always had a prophecy that one day, the evil god Xiuye will take over the world and bring disasters that will destroy the world, and countless people will die in the disaster.”
“But God has not given up on the world. A saint who is favored by God will surely come to this world and save the entire world. This picture is the portrait of this saint.”
“Every time a sacrifice is held, we will take this picture. Hang the picture for enshrinement, so when everyone sees you just now, they will immediately recognize it.”
So this picture is the picture of the saint of their tribe.
The saint holding a monkey on her head, how funny this saint looks.
But there is no doubt that the person painted above is very similar to Bei Nuan, as if he had witnessed the scene just now.
Bei Nuan recovered, a little stuttered.
“But don’t you already have a saint in your tribe?” It
was Xiuye’s evil fire attacking his heart, almost killing someone, and ran away without killing and throwing a knife, but no one was chasing it.
“Yawen was found when my father was a chief a few years ago.”
Jia Han’s words were so objective and he told Bei Nuan about Yawen’s origin.
It turned out that when his father was the chief, he once passed by a remote village. The village worshiped monkeys as gods, and there were monkeys everywhere in the village.
There are households inside, guarding the temple for monkeys. His youngest daughter plays with monkeys every day.
The girl is very young, but she is beautiful and smart.
When Gahan’s father saw her, he felt that she might be the saint in prophecy.
“Yawen has a sweet mouth since she was a child, and will coax people and make my father happy. This saint has been doing very well over the years.”
“But I haven’t been able to speak yet, and when I was held in my arms by my father, I have looked at the statue of the saint over and over again. In my mind, the saint should be exactly the same as in the portrait, not like Yawen. . “
gamma cold stare shellfish warm,” she should first see grown people, we know that she is God’s favorite daughter, pure, beautiful, and others are not the same. “
Bei Nuan was a little embarrassed, and thought to herself, this is really a face-seeking world.
Jiahan said, “You are like walking directly out of the statue of the saint tonight.”
Bei Nuan thought to himself: If I were Yawen, I would put a blanket on a monkey and pretend to be in the statue of the Virgin. Isn’t it all right?
Kahan is talking about this.
“Of course Yawen knows what the saint looks like. Every spring festival, when praying for a good harvest for a year, she will dress up as in the saint’s portrait and pose in the portrait.”
“She has no problem. , The problem is that monkeys are not easy to find.”
“She has a group of monkeys there, and has been training monkeys, wanting them to hold her head obediently while offering sacrifices.”
Jiahan’s tone was calm, but Bei Nuan learned from it. A slight mockery was heard.
“Unfortunately after training for a long time, only an old monkey was willing to lie on her head
peacefully during the sacrifice.” “It is obviously a little monkey in the painting. Yawen is not satisfied, but she didn’t have to choose. It’s a pity that even the old monkey died last winter. Before Yawen had trained the new monkey, zombies erupted.”
“And the vertical bars on the painting,” Jia Han said, “We have never understood that it is. What do you mean, when Yawen once posed for the sacrifice, let people hang strips of veil in front of her and hang down the newly sprouting branches…”
Jia Han gave a rare smile.
“…I just understand now that it turned out to be the iron fence of the cage. The torch on both sides turned out to be a burning tree.”
“What you wear is the blanket on our altar. We follow the pattern in the painting. Find someone to do it.” Jia Han glanced at the Great Sage, “Did the Sage Monkey get it for you?”
Bei Nuan: Holy Monkey?
Great Sage: Ow?
Bei Nuan thought to herself that the way their tribe recognized the saint was too unreliable.
According to him, the statue of the saint is not a secret, many people have seen it at the sacrifice.
The NPC can set up a game, find a girl, put a blanket on a monkey specially, like Bei Nuan did tonight, let everything happen naturally as if by accident, and if the trick is sufficient, it can bring their entire tribe into trouble. People are playing round and round.
But Bei Nuan couldn’t say this by himself.
Jia Han stared at Bei Nuan.
He suddenly changed the subject, “I noticed you during the day. You set all the fires today? You also ordered the fire on the tree tonight?”
Bei Nuan was immediately guilty.
Their tribe worships water and hates fire. If they knew that she had set the fire, they would still think that she was some kind of demon who pretended to be a saint. In the end, she had to be thrown into the salt river.
But Kahan’s expression was still gentle and calm.
He continued: “Our tribe actually has a way to identify the saint. This is a secret. Only the chiefs pass on from generation to generation. No one else knows, even Yawen. My father thinks it’s nonsense, I But he has always believed in it.”
Jia Han looked behind him, and the few people standing behind him immediately withdrew respectfully.
Gahan then continued.
“The prophecy says that the saint who is favored by God, is jealous of Vulcan Xiuye, and is cursed by him. If she is not careful, she will set fire to the surrounding things and cause the suspicion of God’s followers.”
“So once Seeing the sudden fire, there is no need to doubt, it is the true saint who has appeared.”
Bei Nuan:? ? ?
This is also ok?
The ability to control fire, which was thought to be a cause for disaster, is actually the ultimate proof of the identity of a saint?
Do you want to talk like that?
Gahan said again: “And only by becoming a saint can the curse of Vulcan Xiuye be lifted.”
Bei Nuan was stunned for a second, and immediately opened the taskbar, and found that the countdown behind “God’s Blessing” really stopped.
Bei Nuan was very happy, and quickly touched the top of her head, nothing happened.
Gahan had been observing Bei Nuan, saw her with a surprised expression, and smiled, “Will the saint no longer let out fire?”
He guessed very accurately.
The time for the countdown to stop was just right, and it was highly consistent with the ancient prophecy.
But Bei Nuan did not speak.
This Jiahan has always been clearing the relationship with Yawen.
Isn’t he the person Yawen spoiled on the phone?
If he is, it feels like he has a leg with Yawen. Since he has a leg, why didn’t he help Yawen at all, so he recognized the saint Bei Nuan?
This matter may not be that simple.
“I became a saint, what should Na Yawen do?” Bei Nuan asked him tentatively.
Gahan pondered for a moment.
“I have never recognized Yawen as a saint. After my father passed away, I originally planned to remove her title of saint, but just happened to encounter a zombie outbreak.
” Jiahan frowned, “Yawen has been a saint in the tribe for ten years. , If you suddenly make such a big change when you are in such a panic, you will not be able to calm people’s hearts.”
“Now that the true saint is here, she should have been sent away, but Yawen this person…”
Jia Han’s brows frowned. Go deeper.
“… After my father died, she found herself a new backer, and I ca
n’t touch her for the time being.” Bei Nuan was curious, not knowing who Yawen’s new backer was, even Jia Han was afraid of it.
Jiahan thought for a while, “So I think it should be okay to let you both be saints in the tribe for the time being.”
Bei Nuan was a little bit funny in her heart.
This is like playing a werewolf killing. The first time I heard that there were two true witches in a game, if two witches jump out, either one is true and the other is false, or both are fakes.
The prophecy of their saint sounds like nonsense.
But why there is such an ancient painting with Bei Nuan, the painting is still so similar, Bei Nuan did not think clearly.
Kahan then asked Bei Nuan’s name and thought for a moment.
“Your name is too unlike a local name. Why not, I will help you to re-name a saint.”
Bei Nuan did not object, and waited quietly.
After a long time, he said, “Why not call Zhende?”
Zhende? Joan of Arc?
In the world in their book, the countries and history of the whole world are all different, and there is no such thing as Joan of Arc who has a short life but burns extremely brightly.
Of course Kahan didn’t know.
You can’t call it by this name, because it offends the sages, and it’s too unlucky.
“Let’s change one?” Bei Nuan discussed with him, “How about Guardian? Saint Guardian?”
People are “real”, Bei Nuan is “fake”.
Kahan readily agreed.
“It’s too late,” Gahan stood up, “I have asked someone to arrange a place for the saint, please go back to rest.”
Gahan ordered a girl named Dansui.
This is a little girl with a duck face and big eyes, looking about the same age as Bei Nuan.
The first thing Dan Sui came in was to solemnly bow to Bei Nuan with the highest standard.
Just as Bei Nuan wanted to return the gift as usual, he was stopped by Jia Han.
“You are a saint, no one is more noble than you, and there is no need to return a gift.”
Bei Nuan suddenly discovered that being a saint had a huge advantage-no longer having to remember those complicated etiquette rules, bowing endlessly.
Only when others bowed to her, she didn’t need to pay attention to others at all.
“Dan Sui, you will follow the Saintess of the Guardian from now on.”
Dan Sui saluted Jia Han again and agreed. Although he didn’t say a word, his eyes were very lively. He curiously looked at Bei Nuan and squatted peacefully on her shoulders. The great saint of writing.
Jia Han said to Bei Nuan: “Dan Sui is very diligent and clever, and will take care of your daily life. If you lack anything and what you want to do, just find her.”
Bei Nuan thought, President Bei is suddenly too much. Be a life secretary.
It was already very late at night, Bei Nuan stood up, walked two steps outside, and suddenly looked back.
“Is there a privilege to be a saint, to pick a servant among the men of the tribe? I saw Yawen doing this.”
Jia Han’s cold face was embarrassed for a moment, “Yes.”
Choose a servant who is right to serve. It was a normal thing at first, but Yawen used this kind of power indiscriminately to select men with good-looking looks to go to her. This incident has spread all kinds of unpleasant rumors in the tribe. Over the years, Jia Han has thought. I can’t hold it under pressure.
Unexpectedly, the first thing Bei Nuan did after becoming a saint was to ask for this.
Bei Nuan said fluently: “Then all the four men I want to come with me will come to be my attendants.”
Jia Han is even more embarrassed: four men? Four? ?
Gahan carefully chose his words, “The saint has just been a saint on the first day, and so many people are needed all at once. It’s not very good to spread it out, can you… uh… just pick one for the time being?”
Bei Nuan did not hesitate, “Then I want the tallest and most handsome one!”
Jia Han: “…”
Bei Nuan thought to herself, the ability to set fire was gone, of course, he had to call Big Boss Lu to escort him.
Inexplicably, she suddenly became a saint, robbing Yawen from the position she had sat well in these years, and she wanted to know that she would never just let it go.
The knife in her hand must be hungry and thirsty now.