The dark light reflects the old face of the priest.
Those pupils stared at Wang When.
The chrysanthemum trembled by Wang Wan was shocked.
Steady stared at the priest, observed for a while, Wang Wan was a little confused.
The vertical pupil of this old man seems to be different from the pupils that Wang Wan saw before.
But I ca n’t tell where the difference is for a while.
The high priest beckoned towards Wang Wan, "Come over."
Wang Wan thought about walking towards the big priest.
Stopped two meters away from the priest.
In the hands of the big priest's hand, a futon was placed in front of Wang Wan.
"sit!"
Wang Di sat down and sat down.
"What is it?" The priest asked.
Wang Hen does not think about it.
"Xiang Feng!"
The priest smiled, "To be honest, there is no need to lie to me."
After looking at each other for a long time, Wang Wan was silent for a moment.
"Okay, my name is ... Liu Yuhu."
The priest shook his head and smiled, "Okay! Since I don't want to disclose the name, I will not ask."
Talking, the priest's body slowly leaned forward, and the dove of the dove in his hand put on Wang Wan's shoulder, and once again hooked Wang Wang to him.
The distance between the two is less than one meter.
The cold pupils stared at Wang Hard.
suddenly.
The great priest bombed at Wang Wi!
Under the anxiety, the king turned his eyes directly into a pupil.
By taking advantage of the opportunity to retreat.
The priest's pair of pupils stared at Wang Wei's vertical pupils.
Youyou laughs from the mouth of the priest again.
The priest stood up slowly with the dove stick.
Stand trembling and open his body to let the place where he just sat.
"You sit here."
Wang Wan was unknown, so he stared at the big priest, I don't know what the old Deng was engaged in the moth.
Large sacrifice priests have a smile, just like telling stories. "We here, before the end of the priests in the past, will tell the old story to the next generation of priests. That story is both a legend and a prophecy.
Our ancestors once encountered an unspeakable catastrophe. When we destroyed, a person appeared to turn the tide and save our tribe.
Before the benefactor left, he informed the king of my generation.
If one day, there is a young foreigner with pupils who comes here, then it will prove that the world will face an unprecedented catastrophe. The young man will be the person who will turn the tide during this catastrophe.
To cooperate with him, listen to him.
Before he left, he stayed with a word.
Shura is coming, the night of the night, the hell fire lotus reappears the world.
Ah Sanskin, the Bodhisattva is upside down, the Lord of Salvation of Yongzhen. "
The priest's tone was gentle and vicissitudes, and Wang Wan stunned when he heard the last two sentences.
Isn't these two sentences a prediction that I heard in Tibet before?
Talking, the priest sorted out his clothes and bent over at Wang Wi.
"Tian Pengyu Yang Chunlai, a great priest of the 157th generation, has seen the envoys on earth.
My tribe ... Ren Douzheng to send off! "
The priest held the dove stick with both hands and bent down at the king, and the back of his waist was bent down, and he seemed to be lower.
Wang Wan looked at the big priest.
The words of the town tribe just reappeared in their minds.
Just now Yang Chunlai, who had been here in his mouth, Wang Wan soon thought of a person.
Qiu Chi Guo!
But then I thought about it, and the timeline didn't seem to match up.
One in BC and one in AD.
How did these two people overlap?
Wang Han quickly thought of another possibility.
Many people have met Wang Han and asked him more than once why he is still alive.
Wang Han had a bold guess in his mind.
Oh shit!
My head feels so itchy!
I feel like I have to grow a brain!
His eyes were fixed on the high priest again.
"How are you sure that I am that person? I am not the only one with erect pupils." Wang Han asked.
The high priest still bent over and said with a smile, "We can sense that the previous generation of high priests told me before he died that we will be in awe when we see the real envoy of the clan."
Wang Han looked at the high priest and said, "I don't think you looked in awe when you did it just now."
The high priest then smiled and said, "We only respect the clan envoys who have erect pupils! I think you should know that our clan has had a fanatical respect for people with strange pupils since ancient times! The first king of our clan, Cancong, was born with strange pupils!
"
Wang Han stared at the high priest's vertical pupils. The high priest leaned on the crutches and tried to stand up straighter, as if he had read through Wang Han's thoughts.
"Our vertical pupils are innate, not acquired. Any unborn child here will receive the blessings of the ancestors. If the child is born with vertical pupils, he will be the next generation.
priest."
Wang Han finally understood the difference, and his thoughts gradually returned to the topic he just talked about, "How much do you know about the catastrophe?"
The high priest shook his head and said, "We don't know anything. We only know that when the Zhen clan envoys appeared here, the disaster had already surfaced, and the person who unleashed the disaster had already come to the world and was dormant in the dark."
The same words again.
Yang Chunlai sat down tremblingly, leaning on his dove stick, breathing heavily, as if his end was imminent.
He smiled at Wang Han and said, "I'm getting older. Don't make fun of me. My legs and feet are inconvenient. Please go out and help me call Yang Huhuan, the head of Yangjia Village. Please."
Wang Han smiled at Yang Chunlai.
Turn around and walk towards the outside of the hall.
Walk to the entrance of the main hall.
Wang Han suddenly turned around.
The high priest is staring here.
Two pairs of vertical pupils looked at each other in the dark hall.
They all smiled at each other.
Wang Han returned to his original state and left the hall.
Everyone outside looked at Wang Han.
The expressions are different.
Wang Han was found intact.
Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo were jumping up and down, "What's going on? Why didn't the high priest kill him?"
After Ma Sitong saw that Wang Han was fine, he immediately ran over and wanted to hold Wang Han's arm.
Wang Han smiled and said, "It's okay, the high priest has cured my eyes."
"Ah?" Ma Sitong was stunned for a moment and beamed with joy, "That's great!"
Wang Han glanced down, "Who's name is Yang Huhuan?"
Below, a middle-aged man wearing large earrings frowned and looked at Wang Han, "It's me, what's wrong?"
"The high priest calls you in!"
Others were whispering, not knowing what was going on.
Wang Han walked down, and Zhen Yourong ran over, trying to help Wang Han, but Wang Han dodged him.
Zhen Yourong was stunned for a moment, and then came over to support her. Wang Han reached out and pressed Zhen Yourong's head, "My eyes are healed! No need to support me anymore! Thank you!"
"Ah? How is it okay?" Zhen Yourong muttered, still a little disappointed.
But soon, Zhen Yourong immediately raised her head and looked at Wang Han eagerly, puffing out her chest, "Brother Xiang Feng, can you see me now?"
Zhen Yourong raised her head and looked at Wang Han, trying her best to push her chest up.
Let me ask, which man doesn’t like luxury cars with dazzling headlights?
Wang Han looked away and said, "I saw it. It's just as I guessed."
"Wow! Really?"
"Um."
Zhen Yourong was like a follower, following Wang Han with questions one after another.
A few minutes later Yang Huhuan walked out.
Another village chief was called in.
After that, more than a dozen village chiefs entered one after another.
Everyone's expression after coming out is different.
Ma Fuyin was the last one to go in.
It's been a long time.
Ma Fuyin walked out of it, his brows furrowed and his expression heavy.
Looking around at everyone below, he spoke with a somewhat hoarse voice.