A group of people walked slowly into the north city gate. Both the robes of the white-robed priests and the silver armor of the white-robed knights were covered with a layer of dust.
On the carriage in the middle, Ming Che was sitting on the shaft, with a look of exhaustion on his face.
After several days of traveling and traveling, both the people and the horses were tired.
Soon, this team of people attracted a lot of attention.
Looking at the corpse on the carriage in the middle, a woman was already crying and kneeling on the side of the street.
More and more people came after hearing the news. Some threw the flowers in their hands on the road, and some knelt down on the side of the street and bowed to the ground respectfully.
Compared with the fear of the Temple of Punishment, the Temple of Light has always been a respected existence in Daxia.
As more and more people piled up, the speed of the convoy slowed down uncontrollably.
Mingche raised his hand and motioned for everyone to stop. He jumped down from the carriage and bowed to the believers on the side of the road to return the salute. Although he was now the Great Priest of Light, in his opinion, he was still the former Great Priest.
Disciples and believers pay homage to the master, and he, the disciple, should return the favor.
Mingche has been in the temple for more than ten years, traveling around the world with the great priest Guangming, saving people, preaching and preaching, so he is naturally very prestigious in Yangon City.
Seeing the haggard young priest returning the gift in person, the believers began to cry more and more sadly.
The convoy stopped and stopped in Yangsheng City, but someone had already sent the news to the sacred mountain outside Yangsheng City.
In the Temple of Punishment, the ears and eyes responsible for inquiring about information at the foot of the mountain rushed into the temple door with sweat profusely.
"Great Priest!" He hurriedly came to Gong Ao's side. He excitedly raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Here he comes, he comes!"
"Where are you now?!" Gong Ao stood up from his chair with excitement on his face.
"Back to the priest, we are almost at the south gate now. I think it won't be long before we can go up the mountain!" Ermu said.
"Very good!" Gong Ao snorted from his nose, "Let's go and greet the Holy Son!"
"Yes!" Everyone beside him responded.
Admire the Holy City.
Mingche bowed to everyone again and saluted, "Everyone, please go back. In three days, I will perform rituals for Master to liberate him. At that time, if you have time, why not go to the sacred mountain to help Master chant sutras!"
"Your Highness, the Holy Son, put it down, we will definitely go!" said a tearful old man.
"Now, His Highness is the Great Priest of Light!" A priest reminded loudly.
There was a look of fear on the old man's face, "Don't be offended by the little man's abruptness, the great priest!"
"It's okay!" Mingche gave him a comforting smile, got back on the carriage, and waved to everyone to continue on their way.
A group of believers sent them out of the south gate of Yangsheng City. They watched the carriage gradually go away, and then they turned back to the city with tears in their eyes and sighs.
Sitting on the shaft of the carriage, looking at the splendid double-towered palace on the Sunshine Mountain, Mingche spoke softly.
"Master, I'm taking you home!"
On the side, several priests heard his voice, and their noses felt sore.
In the distance, the sound of hooves is approaching.
Everyone looked up and saw a red shadow running out of the car door like a red cloud, blocking the way of the motorcade.
The leader was a handsome man with a red robe as red as blood. The blood jade medal on his waist flashed red like blood in the sun. He was Gong Ao, the great priest of the Temple of Punishment who had just taken office.
Behind him were several red-clothed priests and hundreds of red-armored knights.
When the white-clothed priests who were accompanying him saw him, their eyes flashed with strange colors.