The Holy Son rushed to the caravan and wanted to get into the car, but was pushed away by the guards, and snorted coldly: Where did you come from, boy, I don't want to live!

When the others heard this, they looked at the Holy Son, and most of them were Hu people, but there were also Miao people and Tianhong people. Looking at the young man who was pushed to the ground by the north guard, one of the Miao people looked at the young man a little familiar, and was shocked when he looked at the other party's black Miao clothes, revealing milky white cloth inside. Unsure of stepping forward, he turned over the black clothes outside the Holy Son, hurriedly knelt down, and said excitedly in the Miao tribe: Lord Holy Son.

The rest of the Miao people in the caravan had solemn expressions when they heard this, and they stopped laughing. Looking ahead, I saw the milky white clothes inside the young man's black clothes, and after the pattern on them, he knelt down excitedly and kowtowed to the pilgrimage: Lord Holy Son.

Although Hu Ren and Tianhong's guards are not Miao people, they have been here for many years, so they naturally know what is going on, they looked at each other, and they couldn't believe that this young man was actually the holy son in the temple. The guy who had just pushed the Son to the ground was sweating profusely, kowtowing to the Son and begging for mercy. I hope that the Son will forgive him for his recklessness.

The movement here naturally alarmed the surrounding merchants, here is still the majority of Miao people, heard someone call the Holy Son in Miao language, have stepped forward, after seeing the young man, have knelt down, blink the entire official road dozens of meters, along the way Miao merchants kneeling to worship a place.

The Holy Son got up, took off the black Miao clothes outside, revealing the milky white holy clothes inside, got up and looked at everyone, and raised his hands as if there was no milky white light emitting along the Holy Son's hands. The light shone on every Miao person present, and after the light, everyone felt light and refreshed.

Everyone felt the changes in their bodies and were excited, shouting long live in the Miao language. In this way, the Holy Son alone went to Qinda on the official road leading to the city of Qinda, supported by all the merchants.

In the bamboo forest in the mountains, the black-clothed poisonous witch saw the scene in front of him, and said with a wry smile: If it weren't for Ao Tianxue, why did the old man return in vain today, and the old man wrote down the account of Ao Tianxue. After speaking, he turned into smoke and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

On the other side of the bamboo forest, Ao Tianxue stood on the top of the bamboo, looking at the caravan, and the Miao people were a little surprised by the scene of the Holy Son kneeling down. I am not a Miao person, although I have heard about the Miao people's worship of the temple Son and his worship, I am still shocked by the vision, what kind of faith can make people so sincere. For this so-called Holy Son's young man, she became more and more curious, and when she didn't know whether the other party's blood could cure the poison in Qinyue, Ao Tianxue still didn't plan to move the other party.

After all, the status of the Holy Son among the Miao people, she had seen it with her own eyes just now.

The merchants quickened their pace and escorted the Holy Son to Qinda, and they inevitably met other merchants along the way, and any merchant they encountered, as long as it was a Miao businessman, they would bow to the Holy Son and express their respects without exception, and then join the team escorting the Holy Son, and all the guards fell to the Holy Son to protect the Holy Son.

It's a spectacular scene, and as you move forward, there will be people who will join in. When they came to the gate of Qinda City, the escort team had become a team of thousands of people, and they came in a mighty way. Dahanji was stunned when he saw the escort procession, and then saw the young man who walked out of the luxury carriage led by him.

The boy was thirteen or fourteen years old, innocent-looking, with a slight sense of justice, wearing a milky white robe with the creation pattern of the gods. The moment the young man got out of the carriage, the escort team all knelt down and saluted.

The boy seemed to be accustomed to such scenes, and did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation about the actions of the kneeling man. When he came to Dahanji, he said: Dahanji, the lord of the city, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I have never remembered this holy son.

Hearing this, Dahanji hurriedly saluted and bowed. Hundreds of officers and soldiers behind him, passing by the Miao people, knelt down one after another. It was not a Miao businessman, and the people stopped on both sides and bowed their heads and remained silent.

Although the beliefs are different, everyone still respects the holy son of the highest belief of the Miao people.

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