The huge statue temple building was terrifyingly quiet at the moment, because an extremely solemn ceremony was being carried out at this time.

The temple in the northern city of Los Angeles has been around for more than 300 years, but it is worth noting that it has always stood there because of its extremely important mission.

Winters in Los are always so cold, insanely cold, the whole city seems to be wrapped in snow, and it's cold everywhere. But only the temple building is particularly solemn at the moment.

There were only a few lights flickering in the hall on the third floor of the spacious temple building, and they were so weak that it seemed that a casual breath could extinguish them. But they seemed to have something supporting them, and they were just shaking their bodies all the time.

The city lord Bei Wenyao was slowly climbing up the stairs layer by layer, followed by a woman holding a child. His steady and steady steps contrasted sharply with the woman's light steps, which were particularly piercing in the silence of the empty hall. Bei Wenyao is wearing a velvet robe with a decent texture, thick arms, and a very strong figure, at first glance, he is a person who practices martial arts. And the woman, beautiful and stunning, her face is also extraordinary, dressed in purple brocade, although she is dressed up and down with ordinary jewelry, it is difficult to hide her beauty.

When Bei Wenyao stepped on the last step, he was greeted by a grand and gloomy hall. The layout of the hall is surprisingly special, on the left hand and right hand side of the staircase are arranged stone sculptures, the stone sculptures are tall and majestic, quite ancient. Hideous, smiling, and cold-eyed, from beginning to end, from left to right, a total of fourteen bronze sculptures are arranged. In the center of the sculpture on both sides is a large circular area with intricate and strange patterns. From left to right, two dark gold lines of different thicknesses intertwine around the edges of the circular area. The pattern shows off the charm of the alternative in a very weird way, and attracts your attention. In the center of the circular area, there is a square square platform, which is decorated with ordinary patterns, nothing special, but on top of the square platform is a huge round vessel, which is not deep, and there is a slow turquoise liquid inside. The liquid reflected the clear blue sky through the glass of the dome, the sky was a winter sky, but it was also like a summer sky, and at this time it emitted a charming dreamy point of light, giving people a hazy feeling.

Bei Wenyao stared at the square platform tightly, his eyes were full of perseverance and determination. "Ji'er, be careful, the stairs here are very steep, be careful of the child. Bei Wenyao turned to Nanmen Ji'er, who was still on the stairs, and said with pity in his words.

"Wen Yao, it doesn't matter to me, you go to the sacrifice quickly, it's important to get down to business. Nanmen Ji'er finally stood in the hall with the child in her hand in her hand and whispered to Bei Wenyao.

"Well, Ji'er, you wait here now, I'll go find the sacrifice. Bei Wenyao straightened his clothes and walked towards a dark place next to the square platform. He walked slowly, stepping over the golden thread in the circular area one by one, and stepping through step by step, his steps were steady, but his face was extremely solemn, as if something particularly important was about to happen.

He stopped in an extremely dark place, knelt down with Shan Qi, and said in a loud voice: "Disciple Bei Wenyao, meet the priest lord." ”

There was no reaction in the dark, quietly. He said again: "Disciple Bei Wenyao, meet the priest. The disciples have something important to ask for help. ”

At first, it was quiet in the dark, but this time Bei Wenyao did not speak again, because he knew that the priest was going to speak.

At this moment, a hoarse old voice finally came from the darkness. The voice is not loud, but it is extremely penetrating, and the person must not be an idle person, at least from the voice. "What is the matter with the North City Lord looking for the old decay?"

Bei Wenyao's face immediately had a look of joy, but he still controlled his emotions and said calmly: "Lord Sacrifice, I am here to do the bloodline assessment, and I hope you can perform a ritual for my child." ”

"Alas, is it bloodline assessment again?" The thick male voice seemed to have passed through all the darkness and came to Bei Wenyao's side.

The gray-haired old man stood in front of the square platform, holding the infant child in both hands, and he lifted the child high above his head, and the words were still in his mouth.

"Qingdu noble gods, pray to all sentient beings. I was born in the world, and I shine on the heavens" He looked serious, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly spit out these words in his mouth, crisp and sound.

"Lord Beicheng, come over and hold the child. The priest commanded, and Bei Wenyao stood aside, and immediately approached to take the child.

"Blood is the destiny of heaven, born of heaven. The old decay offends the gods, self-reliance, arrogance and recklessness, and God blesses him and makes it clear on his behalf. The old man's hair, eyebrows, and beard were already gray, and after saying these words, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and he seemed to resist.

"The North City Main Station is a little closer. The priest beckoned to Bei Wenyao. After Bei Wenyao approached, the priest, that is, the old man's right hand slowly raised, it was a pair of shriveled hands that had lost moisture, and the old man shook his fist suddenly, his right hand seemed to be full of strength, and a layer of light purple light covered his hand, a thin layer, as if shrouded in a light veil.

The right hand slowly reached over the child's head and gently stroked his forehead. The child was very cute, quietly looking at the priest, smiling all the time. "Oh, dear child, God will bless you. Nanmen Ji'er, who was standing in the distance, kept staring closely, her eyes did not blink, full of worry.

If Bei Wenyao is easy, it is impossible. Bloodline evaluation, the highest standard prediction that a newborn child can make, and the accuracy of the prediction result basically determines the child's future life path. As the father of the child, Bei Wenyao himself carries a huge burden, just because he is just a white bloodie. The child's bloodline and the father's bloodline are largely in the same line, and if nothing else, then the child's bloodline can only be white. But of course, there will be other results, and in that small chance, there is still a possibility that other bloodlines will appear, of course, it is only possible.

The huge circular vessel on the square platform was connected by six long, long lines that stretched to the dome. Straight up from six directions, it looks like six thin threads holding the disc, and the disc seems to hang there.

The sacrificial hand moves to the child's delicate right hand, and the child's skin is smooth and delicate, soft and elastic. Suddenly, the old man's right index finger slashed, and a thin line immediately appeared on the child's white skin, and soon red blood oozed from the thin line. Bei Wenyao was not nervous, as if everything was expected. But Nanmen Ji'er in the back shouted in surprise: "Wen Yao, this?" "Ji'er, it's okay, believe in the high priest." ”

"Let the child's blood drop into a golden platter. The priest withdrew his hand and flicked his sleeve. He stood in front of the square platform again, waiting for Bei Wenyao to drip blood in.

With the crisp sound of blood dripping into the water and the crying of children, the liquid in the gold plate rippled. Nanmen Ji'er stepped forward and hugged the child, checked the child's wounds, took out a gauze scarf, and gently covered the child's arm.

"Alright, you guys get out of the circle, I'm going to start. The priest didn't look at Bei Wenyao and Nanmen Ji'er and said.

Bei Wenyao and Nanmen Ji'er stood outside the circle, staring closely at the sacrifice. The sacrifice slowly raised his hands at the same time, and read aloud in his mouth: "Qingdu noble gods, pray to all sentient beings." I am born in the world, and I will shine on the heavens!" his hands suddenly plunged into the liquid in the golden basin, and it was strange to say that the blood droplets in the golden basin did not merge with the blue liquid. The mass of blood just rolled up and down in the blued liquid, unrestrained, very free, like a beating elf, lively and lovely, full of aura. The sacrificial hands were dipped in liquid, and his hands were on his chest, swinging in turn in the water, making strange gestures. Of course, the drops of blood also swam with the waves, and they became more unrestrained.

After an unknown amount of time, Bei Wenyao and Nanmen Ji'er waited for a long time before the priest withdrew his left hand, and his right hand was still scratching, but gradually stopped. Finally, he gently patted the surface of the liquid, and everything fell silent.

There were all kinds of lights in the gold plate, so it didn't dazzle. Among the various lights, only red and blue are the most dazzling. Others of purple, gold, and black followed. Looking at the drop of blood again, he actually slowly crawled towards the dome along the implicated silk thread! Bei Wenyao, Nanmen Ji'er, and the high priest all raised their heads, their eyes moving with the movement of the blood. When the blood was not visible in the air, after a while, the whole dome exploded like an explosive, starting from the seam between the thin line and the dome, spreading out in all directions, presenting a circular area, a very white light, like a pure cloud, blooming in the sky.

Nanmen Ji'er's beautiful eyes seemed to be full of tears, and her expression was also lost. "Wen Yao, yes, it's white, isn't it?"

Bei Wenyao actually expected the result a long time ago, he hugged Nanmen Ji'er tightly and said softly to the child: "It's okay, Ji'er, it's okay"

"It's a pity, Lord of the North City, to disappoint you, as you can see, the child's blood is only white. In other words, he can't go and can't cultivate all the things related to the bloodline color system in the future. The priest put his hands behind his back and said.

If Bei Wenyao is really not disappointed, of course it is not true, he is originally a white bloodline, he can't learn the bloodline color system, and he has suffered from the cynicism of others, and he has to grow up in such an environment, I don't know how much pain he has to experience. He always told himself that it wasn't a big deal, but in fact, he really hoped that this child would give him hope and not go through too much ordeal like him.

"My child, God condemned you not to learn the bloodline, but it will always open other doors for you. Dad hopes you'll be happy in the future and not be like me. You have to be happy, really, really."

Nanmen Ji'er lay on Bei Wenyao's shoulder, holding the child in her arms, sobbing softly at the moment.

The sky above the temple tower is still cold and cold, and the warm winter sun has never blown down in the north wind.