"Nonsense!" Xuanyuan Yu glanced at Ling Luo with an idiot look, "Is my husband so bad in your eyes?"
"Pfft." Ling Luo chuckled, "You're just kidding, don't get angry."
"Hmph." Someone snorted in displeasure, "How dare you question your husband's heart, you hateful woman!"
The smile on Ling Luo's lips grew stronger and she said, "Okay, I'm teasing you, but I take it seriously."
The laughter on the faces of the two people seemed a little out of place in this solemn temple, attracting many hostile and probing glances from around them.
After Ling Luo discovered this, he wisely suppressed his smile, closed his mouth, stretched out his hand and squeezed Xuanyuan Yu's arm, reminding him to keep a low profile.
At this moment, outside the gate of the temple, a eunuch's sharp voice suddenly sounded: "His Royal Highness Prince Xien has arrived!"
The subjects who came to worship immediately knelt down and shouted, "May your Royal Highness live a thousand years."
Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu also followed suit, hiding among thousands of people and fishing in troubled waters.
"Everyone, please get up, don't be formal." A voice as warm as March catkins came over, "I'm here to perform a soul-calling ceremony for the high priest. You can just treat me as a simple believer."
Ling Luo raised his head in surprise. He had never heard of such an approachable prince.
Through the gap in the black gauze bamboo hat, Ling Luo could see Luo Xien's face clearly. He was very handsome, as frail as a girl, and his figure was not tall, at most medium, slightly slender.
Luoxian's approachability immediately won the praise of his subjects. Everyone stood up slowly with a look of admiration on their faces.
Luo Xien wore bright yellow clothes with mighty dragon patterns embroidered on them, which set off his handsome and frail face, but seemed a bit disharmonious.
"Today is the seventh soul-calling ceremony for the high priest of Dongchen Kingdom. For the seventh time in history, the new high priest will return in spirit, and the whole country will pray together."
Luoxian slowly raised his hand, with a smile as gentle as March catkins on his lips.
At this time, a middle-aged man with very gorgeous clothes and an obvious religious overtones came forward.
"His Royal Highness, the ceremony has been prepared."
Luoxian nodded and said: "Since the bishop is ready, let's get started."
Ling Luo's eyes fell on the middle-aged man called "Master Bishop". This man was extremely tall and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
"Yu, what is a bishop?"
Xuanyuan Yu said: "The bishop is the owner of the entire Bingyao Temple, and his status is above the high priest. If the high priest is the true faith of the people, then the bishop is the actual person in charge of the entire religion."
"Dongchen is a theocratic country. The status of the country's ruler is almost equal to that of the Holy See. Luo Ge is married to the high priest, and the bishop is respectful to Luo Xian. It is obvious that he is divided into two factions." Ling Luo looked at him.
With a little restraint, he keenly analyzed the current situation in Dongchen Country.
Xuanyuan Yu cast an approving look and said, "That's right, that's it."
Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, a cold look flashed in her eyes, and she said: "No wonder I felt that the atmosphere was wrong from the moment I entered this temple. How could Roxian really hope that a new high priest will appear?"