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Xi Yan was very excited. He wanted to continue talking, but the temple priest interrupted him: "Xi Yan."

Xi Yan looked over with confusion: "Master Priest?"

 The emotions on his face gradually calmed down when he realized what the temple priest seemed to want to say to him.

 “Stop checking.”

The temple priest only said this, but Xi Yan's pupils trembled suddenly: "Why don't you check?"

 The temple priest did not explain, but there was a trace of compassion in his eyebrows.

 The joy in Xi Yan's heart was suddenly extinguished by a basin of ice water, and his eyes gradually darkened.

"I will still check." After a while, Xi Yan made up his mind and said firmly, "No matter what happens next, I still want to move forward until I reach that moment."

 The temple priest didn't say anything. She nodded lightly: "This is your choice."

Perhaps she had anticipated Xi Yan's choice long before she said that sentence, but she still said it.

 From that day on, Xi Yan would still come to the temple from time to time, but he no longer told the temple priests about the news he got.

This time when he came here, he witnessed the death of another group of people in the temple.

Countless coffins are placed on the main hall, with dim candlelight all around, flickering with bright and warm light, dispelling the shadows in the dark hall.

The priest of the temple stood in the center of the hall, and the priests behind him looked at the coffins with compassion, and murmured something.

Xi Yan stood outside the hall and listened. What they said were all ancient languages, many of which were difficult to pronounce and rare words, but he knew that they were praying for these people.

In the past few years, groups of people in the temple have died of old age or illness. The originally magnificent temple can't help but show a hint of fatigue because there has been no new power.

Xi Yan also asked the tallow priest why the temple no longer recruits candidates, but the priest only said that this was the arrangement of the temple priest.

Now—Xi Yan's eyes passed over the coffins and fell on the temple priest with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes.

 He got a piece of news a few days ago.

The general has arrived at the base camp on the border. The tribal peoples who were originally preparing to form an alliance to launch an attack became quiet again when they heard about the return of the general.

 This is a good thing for the lost country.

Unfortunately, Xi Yan's face no longer held the previous joy. His eyes reflected the flickering candlelight in the hall, and his expression was gloomy and thoughtful.

 The spirit sending ceremony was over, and the temple priest walked out of the hall surrounded by a group of priests. As soon as she looked up, she saw Xi Yan standing outside the hall.

 He seemed to be looking at her, but his eyes were unfocused and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Xi Yan." The temple priest called him back, glanced at him and walked forward, "Follow me."

Xi Yan followed quickly.

"What do you want to ask."

 The temple priests did not look back.

Xi Yan only hesitated for a moment and then asked simply: "Since the priest knows everything about destiny and has a pair of insightful eyes to see the future and the past, why didn't you think about saving the situation?"

Given the lost people’s belief and respect for divine authority, if the temple priests had this idea, it would be easier to implement than the reform of royal authority.

Although the priests of the temple do not interfere in the human world, what if the turmoil also affects the temple itself? He could see that the temple was also in decline.

The temple priest chuckled and looked back at him, seemingly pleased that he finally thought of this.

“Xi Yan, fate to me is just a river without branches.”

"Then what?"

Xi Yan was confused.

 The smile in the temple priest's eyes deepened: "It means that if I take action, the price will not be something you can afford."

ˆ “.”

Xi Yan was silent.

 Perhaps staying on the sidelines is the greatest mercy of the temple priests.

The priest of the temple sighed softly: "Because my birth is accompanied by a fall." This murmuring voice was carried by the spring wind and floated into the distance.

Xi Yan subconsciously stopped and stared at the departing figure of the temple priest, feeling a turmoil in his heart.

  Half a year after the general's expedition, Xi Yan suddenly cut off news from the border area.

 At that time, the third prince and the sixth prince were already fighting fiercely, and both sides suffered considerable losses.

Xi Yan was very irritated by the cutoff of news, and he almost couldn't help but expose all the cards in his hand.

 He called in the steward of the restaurant.

“None of those spies came back?”

"yes."

 Cold sweat broke out on the steward's forehead, and he nodded solemnly: "Originally, they had been operating in the cities where they rebelled before, but half a month ago, we suddenly lost contact with them."

"died?"

ˆ “.Most likely.”

 The steward answered carefully.

They are not worried that the spies will betray them. After all, they are the dead men trained by Xi Yan himself. Even if they betray, they will die of poison within a month.

“Bring me the latest news.”

Xi Yan rubbed his eyebrows, and the irritability between his eyebrows became more and more clear. The strange premonition in his heart was also reminding him that the situation was out of control.

"yes."

The steward looked at his master's current state and did not dare to disturb him at all, so he hurriedly handed over the secret letters.

Xi Yan waved his hand, and the steward quickly exited the room.

 He spread out the secret letters and read them one by one with a frown.

  ‘There have been frequent movements in the general’s military camp in recent days, and it is suspected that the nomadic tribes have received news that they are about to counterattack. ’

　　.’

　　‘Personnel suspected of being rebel generals were found in the city. ’

When he saw the last secret letter, Xi Yan's eyes flashed and he immediately picked it up and studied it carefully.

He remembered that the spy who sent back this secret letter was stationed in the city that had been captured by the rebels.

Is it possible that the rebels are coming back again?

Thinking of this, Xi Yan frowned fiercely. Now Si Jin was preparing to fight in the front, but a fire broke out in his backyard.

In addition, except for the food and grass that Si Jin took away, these wastes in the capital only care about themselves and have not even thought of sending supplies or troops!

 If the rebels really fight back, then they can completely cut off the connection between Si Jin and the capital.

Xi Yan couldn't sit still any longer, so he stood up and rushed to the palace.

The king looked at Xi Yan in front of him in surprise, as if he didn't expect that the words just now were spoken by his most dandy son.

 “Father!”

Xi Yan raised his voice to attract his attention.

The king rolled his eyes slightly, but he didn't really think about Xi Yan's proposal just now. He just said: "This is not your concern. You should trust the general!"

ˆ “.”

Xi Yan suppressed the anger between his brows.

 To put it lightly! The border issue has been bothering them since the founding of the lost country. How could Si Jin alone be able to solve it?