MTL - The Strong Beauty is a Goddess in Showbiz

Si Jin has fought fiercely and powerfully in recent years, and most of the trophies fell into his pocket, except for those he gave to his soldiers.

However, he never carefully checked what the trophies contained. Most of the time, the surrendered people mentioned a few words in front of him.

 But no matter how precious it is, in the eyes of the general, it is not as priceless as the priceless treasure of the temple priest.

"That's enough." The expression on Xi Yan's face was filled with speechlessness. "Please calm down."

In this idiot, who believes that he is the general who deterred the frontiers, killing his fierce and invincible generals.

 Under various hesitations and entanglements by the general, he finally stuffed three large boxes of treasures over.

  “?!”

Xi Yan felt numb all over when he saw the contents of the three large boxes.

Compared with these three large boxes, the things prepared by the king next to them seemed like a joke. These were things that the king went to the treasury to prepare for three days.

Xi Yan reluctantly advised: "It's too obvious. The priest of the temple will definitely see it."

"Nothing can escape her eyes." Si Jin snorted, "But she won't refuse."

To be precise, it's not that the temple priest won't refuse, but that she doesn't care about it.

But these things will be left in the priest's temple in the end, so even though the general has anticipated the reaction of the temple priest, he has prepared these with all his heart.

".Fine."

Xi Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, but finally said nothing.

 He asked his men to load the three boxes of things onto the horses, and then led them towards the Holy Mountain.

The number of guards on the Holy Mountain has increased a lot compared to before.

but-

Xi Yan glanced at it a few more times, and then was speechless. The general had obviously placed troops here. He didn't even worry about the temple.

 The one who came to greet Xi Yan was the tallow priest.

He had been practicing some time ago and seemed to have realized something and came out of seclusion early. When he saw Xi Yan, his expression was relaxed and kind: "Your Highness Xi Yan, long time no see."

Xi Yan looked at him strangely.

He always felt that the facial features of the tallow priest were much calmer than before, and his eyes showed a kind of calmness that was close to the true sense.

“Your Excellency, have you achieved success in your practice?”

 He asked tentatively.

Hearing this, the tallow priest did not hide anything, and nodded with a smile: "Thanks to the priest's previous advice, I was able to understand something."

Xi Yan nodded and walked into the temple together with the tallow priest.

“Have the tallow priest heard about what happened in the previous sacrificial ceremony?”

The tallow priest nodded, but there was not much anger in his eyes, but more emotion: "The priest once said that the temple has developed to the current point and is no longer as prosperous as it was a hundred years ago."

The borers headed by Runa inside the temple were a clear sign. In addition, rotten seeds were scattered in every corner of the temple.



 After understanding it, he felt regretful more than once.

The most talented temple priest in the temple came to this world when the temple was gradually declining. I don't know if this is a kind of tragedy.

Along the way, Xi Yan was communicating with Wu Gao. From his words and deeds, Xi Yan could indeed see that he was different from before. He was more like a temple priest who was indifferent to the world.

He didn’t say anything, but when he arrived at the priest’s temple and was about to say goodbye to the tallow priest, he said: “Congratulations, Your Excellency, priest.”

The tallow priest smiled and bowed to say goodbye.

Xi Yan withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked into the priest's temple.

However, there was no temple priest on the high platform. Xi Yan looked around and quickly understood, so he naturally stepped into the side hall at the back.

 The temple priest sat on a stone bench with a chess game in front of him.

 He raised his eyebrows: "Is the priest playing chess with me?"

"I’m waiting for you."

As soon as these words came out, Xi Yan suddenly fell into silence.

Even if he is not stingy, he still knows that the only person who can play chess with the temple priest is the king.

The chess game is unpredictable, like a picture of the country, and the moment of the game is like pointing out the country. The priests of the temple also use this method to convey the will of the gods to the king.

 “So that’s why you chose me in the first place?”

His throat was inexplicably dry, and he sat down opposite the temple priest with difficulty.

The temple priest did not answer his question. He held a white piece in his hand and landed on the chessboard: "I have told you your destiny, you can choose it yourself."

Seeing this, Xi Yan simply didn't think too much, picked up the black piece next to him and dropped it too: "If I really have a choice, then I will choose to continue to be a carefree waste."

 The temple priest was noncommittal.

The two of them stopped talking, but the situation in the chess game was constantly changing.

A thin layer of cold sweat appeared on Xi Yan's forehead. He could feel the white chess pieces of the temple priest pressing forward step by step. Every time he came up with a way to get out of the siege, another incident would occur.

He is certainly not stupid enough to think that the temple priests are targeting him.

 The chess game is finally over.

Xi Yan looked at the deadlocked chessboard in front of him, his eyes dim and confused: ".Is there really no way to solve it?"

 The temple priest naturally would not answer him.

Xi Yan took a deep breath: "Then, how much time do we have?"

 The temple priest looked at him steadily.

“Don’t look at me like this, I’m scared.”

Xi Yan didn’t dare to ask in the end.

At this time, Xi Yan had not yet anticipated the true meaning of the temple priest's chess game. He only thought it was the end of the Xi family, rather than the loss of the entire country.

 The depressing chess game was quickly forced to be ignored by Xi Yan. A smile appeared on his face: "Master Priest, long time no see. If it weren't for this opportunity, I'm afraid you wouldn't see me."

The priest of the temple tilted his head and said in a clear and calm tone: "Xi Yan, you are too happy and didn't even think of coming here."

ˆ “.”

Xi Yan choked.

 What should he say? Is it possible for him to say that when the temple priest asked him to become a disciple, he misunderstood that he had been abandoned?

He changed the topic with great insight: "More than a year has passed. After the sacrificial ceremony, the Lantern Festival banquet is coming soon."

 “Lantern Festival Banquet.”

 The temple priest whispered these three words softly.

In her memory, Duoya once mentioned to her that the lights all over the city bloomed at the Lantern Festival banquet and floated to the borders outside the capital.

 It is a pity that no lamp can reach beyond the towering heights of the Holy Mountain and shine into the eyes of the temple priests.

Xi Yan shrugged his shoulders: "Yes, the capital is about to become lively again, and many people are expressing their feelings to each other through the lantern banquet."

  “Why?”

 The temple priest had confusion in his eyes and asked him seriously.