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Xi Yan suddenly wanted to know what the temple priest would do?

More and more people knelt down and crowded around the priest's temple. They were silent, but they all expressed their determination silently.

 Finally, the figure of the temple priest appeared at the door of the hall.

The moment Xi Yan saw her appear, he breathed a sigh of relief.

 “What do you want to do.”

The temple priest's brows were cold, and his eyes were still compassionate and indifferent wherever he went, and there was no fluctuation at all because of them.

But Xi Yan could clearly see that there were a few subtle wrinkles on her meticulous cuffs.

 “Please allow us, the priest, to open the granary and provide porridge for disaster relief!”

“Please, Lord Priest, allow us to go down the mountain and save the people from the fire and water!”

ˆ “.”

One request after another overshadowed the thunder and raindrops above the head, rippling in the majestic and sacred holy mountain.

 Like a hymn of prayer, it makes people tremble.

The priest of the temple asked them again: "Even if you are in trouble, you will not regret it."

 They did not hesitate and answered firmly and neatly: "No regrets!!"

The priest of the temple said nothing, but suddenly lowered his head and looked straight at Duoya: "What about you, don't you still regret it?"

 The moment they looked at each other, Duoya felt blessed in her soul.

  She thought of the day when she became a priest, the temple priest asked her the same question, and that time she gave up her identity as a friend.

What else can she give up now?

 Natural, only life is left.

Duoya kowtowed heavily: "I don't regret it." Her words were as firm as before, "This is what Duoya asked for. No matter what it is, I don't regret it."

 The sigh of the temple priest seemed to be swaying in the wind and rain, and she responded softly: "Okay."

 ‘Boom! Boom! ’

The clouds above our heads were swaying violently, as if they were preparing for a violent blow.

Xi Yan’s eyes subconsciously fell on the temple priest, but she kept looking up at the sky, where thunder and lightning condensed.

 Finally, several roaring thunders came down!

 One fell into the temple, and more fell into the capital.

 Thunder and lightning illuminated the indifferent face of the temple priest.

 After the thunder fell, the heavy rain in the sky gradually stopped.

The dark clouds dispersed, and a beam of light pushed straight through the clouds, shining into the mountains and rivers below. Then, more and more warm and bright light poured on people.

People stared blankly at this miraculous scene, unable to recover for a long time.

 “The rain has stopped, everyone, please go.”

 The words of the temple priests awakened them.

 They came back to their senses and wanted to seek confirmation, but the temple priests were no longer in front of them.

But they all knew where the 'miracle' just came from, and they fell to their knees again, and then they took the time to get up and prepare for disaster relief.

Xi Yan glanced at the palace, and then followed the group of people.

Doya was surprised to see him: "Your Highness?"

He joked: "You are all going, I will also join in the fun."

“Your Highness, the risk of the spread of the disease is extremely high, and there is currently no cure. For your safety.”

Xi Yan’s expression remained unchanged: “It’s okay, most **** live a long time.”

ˆ “.”

 Duoya was speechless.

This kingdom that was swaying in the wind and rain, because of the existence of this group of people, it briefly ushered in the dawn.

Those thunders killed Runa and some of the most powerful officials in the kingdom who had confused the government.

 After the death of these people, spring finally came to the capital.

The king, who had been hiding in the palace, heard about this, especially when he heard that it was a miracle from the priest of the temple. He was so frightened that he no longer dared to pretend to be dead.

 He followed the advice of the priests, sent many medical officers out, and even opened the granary generously.

 As for the fact that several sons and daughters died before this because of the struggle for power, it was of no importance to the king.

With this move and the help of the priests and attendants of the temple to help the victims, the riots of the refugees were calmed down.

  But this does not solve the problem at its root.

In particular, the disease spread extremely quickly and irregularly, and many priests and attendants who came out of the holy mountain were infected with the disease.

Most of them are elderly priests.

They were not in pain when they left. Even though their faces were covered with dark purple spots caused by the plague, they still asked about the disaster with concern.

 “We must find a cure!”

As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes forever.

 The priests and attendants next to them felt sad for a moment.

Xi Yan witnessed this scene. He did not stop to rest. Instead, he led the medical officers around the city, trying to solve the root cause.

 After half a month, he finally found a way.

 All the diseased corpses were piled together, countless torches were thrown on them, and in an instant, blazing fire filled the empty land.

The temperature rose sharply, and everyone led by Xi Yan stood outside the circle, silently watching the fire grow stronger and stronger.

The fire burned for three days and three nights before it finally burned out.

After that, the epidemic abated a lot, and the medical officials finally found a cure. Xi Yan couldn't wait to ask them to announce this method.

 Unfortunately, it’s still a step too late—

Xi Yan stared blankly at Duoya, who was lying on the hospital bed with dark purple poisonous spots on her face. The corners of her lips trembled: "Duoya?"

 Doya's body has been exhausted and the medicine has no effect on her.

Seeing Xi Yan appear, she smiled weakly: "Your Highness, please leave quickly."

ˆ “.”

Xi Yan didn’t know what to say for a while.

While he was silent, there was a commotion outside the door, accompanied by the words 'Master Priest'.

"Step aside."

A cold and calm voice sounded, and Xi Yan subconsciously stepped aside, but when the temple priest passed in front of him, his eyes widened in disbelief.

When Doya saw her appearance, she wanted to straighten up fiercely, but she no longer had the strength.

 She looked at the temple priest almost pleadingly: "Sir, please, don't come here."

 How can the temple priest appear here?

The houses here are simple, the ground is muddy, and there is an oppressive and heavy shadow of death. Everything is not worthy of the dazzling person in front of him.

 “Duoya.”

 The temple priest asked softly, "Do you blame me?"

Duoya bit her lip and shook her head seriously: "Don't complain, this is Duoya's own choice. The priest has been good enough to Duoya."

 She had the ending presented to her so clearly, but she still chose without hesitation.

 “I’m here to take you on your last journey.”

Hearing this, Duoya burst into tears: "Sir."

 Her expression was sad and full of reluctance.

Seeing this, Xi Yan quietly exited the room.