in2ebook Chapter 528 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 1
Chapter 528 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 1
This marks the tenth year that Chen Juan has remained in this tribe.
Ten years ago, he fainted outside this tribe. He was only eight years old at the time, but the Miao region has always refused to accept outsiders.
The previous priest overruled all objections and took him in as a disciple, raising him to adulthood.
And he lived up to expectations, having already mastered all the old priest's skills at the young age of eighteen.
The old priest often led Shen Juan through the Miao village, gently stroking her head and saying that she was born to be a priest.
The body of all spirits.
There is no one more suitable to be a priest.
The old priest took Shen Juan as his disciple precisely because he recognized Shen Juan's exceptional physique.
After all, Miao territory is a place teeming with poisonous fog, insects, birds, and beasts. An eight-year-old child would not be able to survive to reach Miao territory unless he had something extraordinary to offer.
The body of all spirits is born to be favored by all things in the world.
The old priest was very old.
He dedicated his life to the Miao region and naturally hoped that peace could continue for generations to come in the Miao region.
But after searching for so many years, looking at newborn children in village after village, not one of them had the talent to be a priest.
How can the Miao region survive the current chaos if it cannot communicate with nature?
He is very old.
I'm too old to afford to delay any longer.
Even though Shen Juan's origins were unclear, the old priest still kept him around, and therefore disciplined him exceptionally strictly.
Disciplining personally.
From raising Gu worms to handling everyday matters, he cared about everything, no matter how small.
It's less about concern and more about surveillance.
He never believed in Shen Juan.
However, he was too old, so old that he could no longer keep up with his abilities and had to teach all his skills to Shen Juan.
But his own time was drawing near.
Miao territory has been a mysterious place since ancient times, but once you arrive, you will find that the people here simply worship and respect nature.
They believe that all things in nature coexist and coexist, and that while humans have the ability to transform nature, they should not use this ability to commit violence.
The beings of all spirits are born with the ability to communicate with all things in nature, and their perception of nature is more sensitive.
The Miao people's confidence in defending against foreign enemies comes from those mysterious Gu worms.
The cultivation of each Gu worm requires drawing resources from nature.
Those poisonous substances, aren't they all gifts from nature?
During each intensive training session, the clan would hold an altar ceremony to pray for the mountain spirit's forgiveness.
It is precisely because they deeply understand the principle of living in harmony with nature that the Miao people have lived in the mountains for generations, living in peace and harmony.
Shen Juan is undoubtedly the most talented priest in Miao territory in the last hundred years.
In just ten years, he had learned most of the old priest's lifelong skills.
That day, the old priest formally gathered all the people of the Miao village together.
On the altar, he announced that Shen Juan would succeed him.
Over the years, Chen Juan has also solved many problems for the Miao village.
The villagers were no longer as resistant to this outsider child as they had been at first.
The news that Shen Juan was a being of the Ten Thousand Spirits Body was known to everyone in the Miao village.
The young man, who looked no more than eighteen years old, was handsome and composed, as if he had already experienced the ways of the world. Dressed in plain clothes, he slowly walked up to the altar, his head bowed, as the old priest put the priest's robes on him one by one.
The brightly colored, elaborate and exquisite formal attire made the young man's face even more handsome.
The heavy silver crown jingled, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, making the boy appear even more solemn.
The old priest patted Shen Juan's shoulder with satisfaction. His wrinkled face was full of vicissitudes, but his cloudy eyes burst forth with unusual vitality.
The core figures of Miao territory also underwent an iteration in this way, almost unintentionally.
After that formal ceremony, the old priest seemed to have his last breath suddenly drained, and his body rapidly deteriorated.
In just two days, he became unable to walk.
During this time, Chen Juan also declined all visitors, focusing all her efforts on taking care of the elderly man who was over 100 years old.
On the night before the old priest passed away, he summoned Shenjuan to his room.
Shen Juan knelt obediently at the head of his bed, her eyes lowered and her expression submissive. She took a damp cloth and carefully wiped the old priest's emaciated and withered body, without showing the slightest disgust.
A quiet life that has remained unchanged for ten years.
They served the old priest with the same devotion one would show to one's own father.
The old priest looked at the boy by the bedside, sighed softly, and all the words he had to say were ultimately reduced to a long sigh.
The withered hand gripped the boy's hand tightly. "A-Juan, I don't know if you still remember things before you were eight years old. Over the years, I still haven't understood you, but I know you are a smart child."
Shen Juan remained silent.
The old priest continued to appeal to emotions, holding Shen Juan's hand tightly.
"I hope that you can take care of the Miao people for a few more years, out of consideration for all the years of nurturing they have received."
"A few years later, the sky's the limit. If you want to leave, no one will stop you, no one will stop you."
The old man seemed to be having some difficulty breathing and coughed rapidly, but he still insisted on continuing to speak.
"I don't have much time left, just a few years, and then... Heh, heh, heh—"
A few years later, the exceptionally talented child will grow up, and he believes that even without a priest, the child will be able to protect the Miao region.
There is no need to rely on Chen's favor anymore.
He only hoped that this child, who had spent ten years in Miao territory, would develop some affection for this place.
It can protect the Miao region for several years.
A few years will be fine.
As the old man finished speaking, all he could make were hoarse gasps, breathing rapidly as if he were in great pain. The hand he was gripping the boy's hand was unusually strong, as if all his strength was concentrated in that hand.
His eyes were filled with tears as he spoke with heartfelt sincerity.
Shen Juan didn't say anything, but quietly switched the wet cloth in her hand to the other hand and continued to wipe the old man's body.
The old man seemed unwilling to give up and was determined to get an answer from Shen Juan. His bloodshot eyes looked like they were about to pop out as he stared intently at Shen Juan.
The body, so thin it was just bones, resembled a fallen leaf drifting and swirling in the air, trembling incessantly as it was swept away by the wind.
Shen Juan's wrist ached from being gripped so tightly. He sighed, stopped what he was doing, gently patted the old man's hand, and smiled with a smile that was both gentle and eerie.
"Don't worry, I've never forgotten who I am."
As he spoke, the boy pulled down his shirt from his shoulder, revealing a bright red maple leaf-shaped birthmark on his back.
The old man's eyes widened instantly, and his trembling hands tried to grab Shen Juan. His shaky bones resembled a withered zombie, but Shen Juan gently avoided him by holding the basin of water.
He looked down at the dying old man, his gaze lowered, like a compassionate god.
"What goes around comes around; what goes around comes around."
The old priest's blood rushed backward instantly, his eyeballs bulged and became bloodshot as if they were about to burst, saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body convulsed. In just two seconds, he was lifeless.
Shen Juan's face remained expressionless as she silently cleaned up the mess.
He looked at the old man who had raised him for ten years, gently closed his eyes, and raised his hand to close his eyelids.
In the end, it's a relief for everyone.
Within two days, news of the old priest's passing spread throughout the entire Miao region.
As the old priest's only disciple and the new priest, Shen Juan presided over the old priest's funeral.
People from all four Miao villages came to offer their condolences.
Miao territory is composed of several Miao villages. Although there is internal competition among the villages, they are united against external forces.
The Miao village where the priest resides is surrounded by several different villages and is the main village of the Miao region.
It is also the center of the entire Miao region.
It is no exaggeration to say that this place is the heart of the entire Miao region, where all the most respected Miao figures reside.
But Shen Juan knew that this place used to be home to other tribes besides the Miao village, but they were gradually swallowed up by the Miao village in the struggle for survival.
Shen Juan was presiding over the old priest's burial, using the opportunity to observe everyone discreetly.
Elders from the surrounding villages brought their most talented children here.
These children, no more than ten years old, will also be left in the main village from today onwards.
From among them, the next Holy Son and Holy Daughter will be chosen.
Shen Juan, dressed in an elaborate formal gown, stared intently at a boy among the group of children who kept his head down.
His clothes were noticeably older than those of the other children, and unlike their bright colors, they were an unusual gray, as if they hadn't been washed for many years.
The other children all had smiles on their faces, and some even had malt candy given to them by adults. Their parents stayed by their side, their eyes filled with tears as they gave their children all sorts of instructions.
Amidst the tearful voices of concern, the silent child seemed out of place.
He hung his head, as if isolating himself from everyone in the world.
A grayish rat dropping was mixed in with the bright red and green tender beans.
When this thought flashed through her mind, Shen Juan felt a tug at her heartstrings.
He couldn't help but lift his foot and walk towards the group of children.