"Dinner is coming. Fortunately, Sikong Qinglan didn't forget about it, and soon walked in with a food basket.

"What's delicious?" Ling Baobao asked with a golden light in his eyes full of anticipation.

"It's a little shabby, I hope you don't mind. Sikong Qinglan said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm tired of gnawing on jerky every day, it's good to be simple. Ling Baobao took the food basket, opened the lid with a smile on his face, and then the smile froze on his face.

A few bowls of gruel, a few coarse grain steamed buns, and a plate of pickles. At first, I thought that Sikong Qinglan was just a few modest words, but how did he know that it was really shabby.

Such a meal, even Mu Hanyan, a person who has never been picky about eating, felt shabby. It's no wonder that Sikong Qinglan was so hungry that he almost nibbled on the plate at the reception banquet in Mujia Village, and the days of this temple were really a little unbearable.

But thinking about the situation of the Flower Rain Temple, she can understand it. The fiefdom of Mujia Village is protected by enchantment, and there are still large areas of farmland, and every household also raises some livestock, and even the city around the Huayu Temple is dilapidated, and even the temple itself can only barely maintain, and where are the farmland and livestock there, even if there is, it is only enough to wrap the stomach, and it is good not to starve to death.

"Eat. Mu Hanyan really didn't have much appetite, but Sikong Qinglan had good intentions, and he didn't want to embarrass him.

Although Ling Baobao was disappointed, he was very good at dealing with people, and he didn't want to embarrass Sikong Qinglan, so he took the bowl of gruel and drank it in a big gulp.

"It's not early, rest early, and I'll take you to the temple baptism early tomorrow morning. After they finished eating, Sikong Qinglan put away the food box and left the room.

As soon as Sikong Qinglan left, Ling Baobao took out a piece of dried meat that was said to have been gnawed for a long time, and devoured it, not seeing the slightest tired posture.

Mu Hanyan looked at Ling Baobao sympathetically, now it is not only a matter of improving cultivation, it seems that it is really a problem to fill your stomach.

In the morning, Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao followed Sikong Qinglan through the corridor and came to the central hall.

Unlike yesterday, there was a stone platform in the center of the main hall, which looked a bit like an altar, and at the top of the altar, a black spar about half a foot in size was emitting a strange halo, and if you looked closely, it was also engraved with runes.

Obviously, this hedron was used for baptism.

The entrance of the main hall was already crowded with people, except for An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, the other priests were there, and even many ordinary people came to see the excitement.

The Flower Rain Temple has not recruited a priest for several years, Mu Hanyan easily passed the assessment yesterday, which surprised everyone, and today's baptism is naturally even more eye-catching.

Seeing Mu Hanyan and Ling Baobao coming, Shen Yuhe's doll face showed a friendly smile, but An Xiaxin still looked cold.

"Why did you come, it's a long time. An Xiaxin said impatiently.

"As soon as they arrived at the temple and were on the road, I called them a little late. Sikong Qinglan has a gentle temperament, and is even a little shy, and she didn't get angry when she scolded her, and explained.

"That's it for today, not for now. Especially you, although you are a natural god priest, but when you arrive at the Flower Rain Temple, you must follow the rules of the Flower Moon Temple, if you are still so lazy and lazy in the future, it is better to leave as soon as possible. An Xiaxin said to Mu Hanyan again.

Mu Hanyan frowned slightly, but still nodded, she could feel that An Xiaxin did not welcome her arrival, and even rejected her, but Mu Hanyan was a person in two lives, and her heart was far more open-minded than her peers, and she would not turn her face because of a word.

"Lord An, let's get started. Sikong Qinglan has a gentle temperament, people are not stupid, and he also noticed that An Xiaxin's tone was not good, so he diverted the topic.

"Let's get started. An Xia said reservedly.

Sikong Qinglan let out a low and melodious chant from his mouth, and played a trick in his hand, and at the same time danced the great god. As a priest of prayer, it was also his duty to baptize new priests.

The crowd around them was solemn, and many people showed envy and reverence, but seeing Sikong Qinglan singing and jumping, Mu Hanyan couldn't help but want to laugh. I don't know who came up with it.

A brilliant light suddenly rose from the black spar, and the entire hall was illuminated brightly, sacred and majestic.

Mu Hanyan hurriedly put away the hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, although this great god danced a little funny, but it was completely different from those divine sticks in the Holy Court Continent.

"Well, put your hand on the Soul Stone, and you will be baptized by God. Maybe there will be some pain, just bear with it. Sikong Qinglan finished the last trick and said to Mu Hanyan with a solemn face.

Mu Hanyan nodded, walked forward quickly, and put his hand on the black spar.

A clear stream immediately poured into the body along the palm, and quickly swam in the meridians, feeling so ethereal and light, but it also gave people a sense of vastness and boundlessness.

Mu Hanyan was taken aback, she knew that the cultivation method of the temple was based on divine thoughts, and she thought that this so-called baptism must also be related to divine thoughts, but she didn't expect that a force would directly pour into the meridians.

If it is an ordinary person, of course, this is not a big deal, anyway, there is no cultivation foundation, no matter whether he is a divine thought or a meridian, there will be no conflict, but she is different, don't forget that she still has the cultivation of the fifth order of the swordsman, if the strength dormant in the meridians conflicts with this force, won't her strength and identity be fully exposed?

Mu Hanyan's heart moved, and she hurriedly and quietly ran the Tianxin Exercises, gathering her strength towards the heart veins, but although her speed was fast, the power came faster, and in just a moment, the meridians of the whole body flowed rapidly.

"This is trouble!" Mu Hanyan's heart sank, as if he had seen the shocked expressions of An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe when their strength exploded.

Sikong Qinglan is just that, there are some guesses about his origin, even if he sees it, he will only confirm it again, and he will hide it for himself. Other ordinary people don't care, and they don't know what's going on when they see it. However, the other priests, especially An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, are not so easy to fool, even if their strength is not as good as a few old guys in Fengcheng Temple, but as the left and right priests of the Huayu Temple, their vision is not bad.

"Do you want to kill people and kill people?" Mu Hanyan had already begun to think about this question.

Although Mu Hanyan will never be merciful in the face of an innocent enemy, she really can't kill innocent people just to cover up her secrets.