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After the king left, Xi Yan sneaked in quietly.

 The temple priest is still sitting in the same position, staring at the chess game in front of him, seemingly in a daze.

However, the moment Xi Yan approached, she still noticed: "Since you are here, come over."

 After being discovered, Xi Yan had no intention of feeling guilty and simply walked out without hesitation.

 The temple priest knew the purpose of his coming here, so he directly asked him to see the already fatal chess game on the table.

Xi Yan observed the chess game above and muttered subconsciously: "The momentum of a trapped fight."

His dim-witted father was not even aware of such a dangerous situation and just wanted to get over it.

“Xi Yan, do you want to play chess?”

 The temple priest suddenly asked him.

 Xi Yan paused, and his expression changed unpredictably for a moment.

But soon, he calmed down his emotions completely and showed a free and uninhibited smile: "Priest, please don't make things difficult for me. How can I play chess?"

 Seeing this, the temple priest did not ask any more questions.

  Xi Yan is a very rational person, and he is also a person who lives in the present. He maintains an attitude of vigilance and awe towards the unknown and will not touch it easily.

 She looked outside the palace and called out: "Duoya."

 Doya soon appeared in their sight: "Master Priest."

"Heavy rain is coming, so the people of the temple close the mountain gate. For the next half month, there will be no visitors to the priest's temple."

 Duoya was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously responded: "Yes, I will go and notify the priests now."

 After Duoya left, Xi Yan turned around without knowing why: "It's just a heavy rain, why do we have to close the mountain gate?"

The temple stands on the holy mountain, and people who worship there work tirelessly to go up the mountain every day.

The priest of the temple whispered: "After the rain washes away, the ground will be full of mud, and a lot of hidden filth will be exposed."

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 Her order was urgent and inexplicable.

Even the king, who had just returned to the palace, had not yet understood the meaning of the chess game, but he hurriedly received an order from the temple.

"What?!"

The king was shocked, "Close the mountain gate, is this what the priest said?"

The priest responsible for conveying the order nodded: "Yes, we still don't know your intentions, and after I return, I won't be able to leave the Holy Mountain again."

 The temple priest not only closed the mountain gate, but also ordered the priests in the temple not to leave the holy mountain during this period.

　　　　.I know it.”

 The news that the temple priests wanted to seal off the Holy Mountain quickly spread throughout the capital.

 The people of the kingdom did not understand the meaning of this move and thought that the temple was going to abandon them. They were panicked for a while.

 When there is any change, there will naturally be people fishing in troubled waters and profiting from it.

On the second day, as the temple priest said, the heavy rain swept across the capital with a mighty downpour.

　　The road leading to the Holy Mountain was washed away by heavy rains and became muddy, blocking most of the roads. The people of the capital soon understood the intentions of the temple priests.

　　However, heavy rain cannot stop people with different intentions.

Even in such extremely violent weather, many priests still contacted the courtiers in the court and took advantage of the natural disasters to do a lot of dirty deeds.

 Behind them, there are more or less those princes and princesses.

 What these priests did was not hidden from the priests who devoted themselves to cultivation.

They were already worried about this menacing natural disaster. After all, in the history of the lost country, many major events were accompanied by strange signs. Unexpectedly, before they could figure it out, they turned around and were tripped up by their pig teammates. .

 “Does the priest really not see guests?!”

A group of anxious priests with sad faces were stopped outside the priest's temple by Duoya and Xi Yan. They were all speechless and could not go in to see the priest of the temple.

 Duoya and Xi Yan looked at each other, and there was nothing they could do.

"Priests, please calm down. We have not seen the priest again since that day. We will wait until the priest comes out to discuss everything."

“Those people in Keruna! They are so blatantly interacting with the nobles of the kingdom! Using their convenience, they oppress the people and buy and sell slaves! Especially those who became refugees because of the heavy rain!”

 The priests were heartbroken.

Xi Yan frowned slightly: "The priests should report this matter to the king of the country."

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The priests looked at each other, but were speechless.

Who doesn’t know that today’s king is just a decoration and a puppet? As long as anyone can say good things and make him happy, he will be his favorite.

The favored ministers who stirred up the affairs of the government were mostly those who flattered him, and many loyal old ministers were even angry to death for this.

With Xi Yan's words, Duoya calmed down and reminded: "Priests, priests never participate in party and government disputes."

 “Well, of course we know it.”

The priests sighed, knowing that they would not be able to see the temple priest in less than half a month.

　　The priests headed by Luna, who had been active in the front, became more and more courageous when they saw that these priests had returned home without even meeting the temple priests.

This heavy rain has been continuous.

Even the king, who was hiding in the palace, noticed something was wrong.

 “How long will it rain?”

 No one dares to answer this question, and no one knows.

 Heavy rain washed away crops and destroyed many thatched houses, and the number of refugees in the capital gradually increased.

 Hunger, poverty, cold. These problems piled up, and by the time half a month passed, the number of deaths in the capital had grown to a terrifying level.

“Reporting to the Lord, the death toll in the capital has reached 3,218!”

 “Your Majesty! Many courtiers suggested opening warehouses to revitalize the people and building shelters!”

“But now it’s raining heavily, how can we do these things?!”

“Report! Nowadays, there are more and more refugees. They gather together and gradually become uncontrollable!”

“Has the priest come forward? What is the situation at the temple now?”

More worrying things were presented to the king. Staring at the mountains of things to be dealt with, he understood the meaning of the chess game for the first time.

 So, what should he do?

The king was panic-stricken, especially when he heard that the refugees were threatening to riot, so he subconsciously sent people to suppress it.

 Don't let those rioting refugees disturb his stability! !

As for other things, the king couldn’t think of anything else with his brain.

 Fortunately, the temple priest finally showed up half a month later.

 “Master Priest!”

As soon as she appeared, a group of people who had been waiting for a long time came to meet her at the door.

Facing the gazes of more than ten pairs of eyes, the priest of the temple softly called the name of a priest: "Tallow tree."

 “Master Priest.”

The priest named Wu Gao came out.

 “Go and tell the king that he doesn’t have much time left.”