The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 685: Desolation
Sanjar's heart tightened, that was the voice of his sister Elena.

At the door of the house, a priest in a white robe stood there coldly, his elongated horse face with eyes as sharp as knives, looking down at several people kneeling on the ground.

In the front was a woman, who was clinging to the hem of the priest's robe, her face wet with tears.

That was his sister.

Behind her, her brother Eric and sister-in-law Alia were kneeling on the ground. Alia was holding her twin daughters tightly in her arms, her eyes filled with forbearance and fear.

"Tsk, he has contracted a strange disease, there is no cure, he can only be sent to the temple for purification."

The white-robed priest's voice was cold, as if he was passing judgment, and there was no trace of mercy in his tone.

"This is a decision I made. Do you suspect that I am acting improperly?"

Elena was kicked away and collapsed to the ground, crying miserably.

Eric hurried forward and pleaded, "Priest Hayik, my sister is just anxious and has no intention of offending you. Please understand!"

Hayik glanced at them coldly, but his eyes fell on the two little girls in Aaliyah's arms.

"These two children...are fair, tender and adorable."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand as if to touch the face of one of the girls.

Alia was so scared that she hugged her daughter tightly and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

But Elena gritted her teeth, rushed over, and slapped Hayek's hand away.

Snapped--

The crisp sound echoed in the air. Although there was no red mark on his hand, Hayek's expression suddenly became gloomy.

He shouted shrilly, "How dare you hit the priest! This is insubordination and disrespect to the temple! Someone—"

Before he finished speaking, several strong servants of God came out and approached Elena.

"stop!"

A figure suddenly rushed out and protected Elena behind him.

"Second brother!"

"Sanjar!"

Elena and Eric exclaimed one after another, their eyes filled with surprise, but also with deep worry.

Haik sneered, his face stretched long: "Another blasphemer has come..."

Sanjar suppressed his anger, raised his head and bowed, saying, "Master Priest, my sister was anxious and accidentally touched your golden hand. I am willing to offer ten spiritual essences for you to heal your hand injury."

Sanjar deliberately lowered his voice for the last sentence.

Only Priest Hayik, the servant who was nearby, and Elena behind him could hear it.

Of course, Priest Hayik smiled.

Elena's face was full of indignation.

Haik's expression softened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are sensible, stop it."

Those servants of God stopped immediately, lowered their heads and showed no expression, like obedient puppets.

"But your sister..." Hayek looked at Elena with a playful look in his eyes, and raised his hand as if to touch her face.

Sanjar, however, took the lead, shook his hand respectfully, and said with a smile: "A fairy like you, sir, would naturally not be interested in a mortal woman like my sister."

Priest Haik narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his fist, and put it back into his arms as if he was holding something.

"I heard that you came back from the Tang Kingdom. You are indeed extraordinary. You have learned the twists and turns of the Tang people. You are quite clever. I am optimistic about you. Maybe one day... you can also come to be my servant."

The tone is very meaningful.

"Yes, yes, it's my honor." Sanjar chuckled and nodded respectfully.

Then, Priest Haik spoke slowly: "But... your father's condition is serious but it's not too bad, perhaps because he is a practitioner. If you can offer more offerings, perhaps the Supreme God will be willing to show leniency and give him some more time." The nonchalant "still" and "again" made Sanjar understand that this method was probably not the first time.

He was furious and turned to look at Elena, only to see that she had her head down, her fists clenched, and her face full of resentment.

He looked at Eric again, but the latter avoided his gaze, his eyes revealing shame and helplessness.

But what can we do about it?

"I can offer you a hundred spiritual essences," Sanjar said through gritted teeth.

This one hundred spiritual essences were all his savings. It could be said that this year's traveling between Tang State and Mobei had completely wasted their money.

He kowtowed heavily and said earnestly, "Please, Master Priest, take the trouble to find a way to heal my father. In the past... many people who contracted strange diseases went to the temple and were cured, weren't they?"

Unexpectedly, Priest Hayik sneered.

"I thought you were someone who had seen the world in Tang. I just praised you for being sensible, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant."

He leaned down, got close to Sanjar, and spoke in a voice like an icy needle piercing his ears: "One hundred spirit essences? It's just a day's delay. As for curing the disease? Impossible!"

Sanjar was shocked: "Didn't you say to give me some time?"

"Isn't one day considered a certain period of time?" Hayik added coldly, "I tell you, if we send him to the temple, maybe he can reach heaven sooner."

Sanjar's heart seemed to be poured with a basin of ice water, the chill penetrating into his bones. His fists clenched involuntarily, but he forced himself to endure it.

"This is already an act of leniency on my part," Priest Haik stood up and said loudly, "I will allow you to say goodbye properly and serve him for the last time."

He changed the subject and lowered his voice slightly: "If this disease continues to develop, I'm afraid even the temple will be unable to help."

As soon as these words came out, all the onlookers couldn't help but whisper.

"Even Priest Haik said it's difficult to deal with. It seems that the strange disease their father contracted is unusual."

"Maybe it's a trick..."

"Don't say it!"

Some kind-hearted people even advised: "Since the temple says that the strange disease cannot be cured, it is better to give up as soon as possible, so as not to waste all your wealth on a hopeless thing."

“Sanjar, give up!”

"Yeah, you still have a family to support, why do you insist on doing this so hard?"

Priest Hayik smiled and looked at Sanjar, seeming to be very sure that Sanjar would do what he expected.

Sanjar was silent for a moment, then he took out a brocade bag from his storage bag and handed it over.

"My mother passed away early, and my father worked hard to raise us. This is the grace of raising us, and as children, we must repay it."

The onlookers were shocked by Sanjar's decision.

Elena and Eric had gloomy faces and lowered their heads in silence, as if they knew that if they were in his place, they would make the same choice.

Priest Haik took the treasure bag, weighed it, and smiled even more broadly.

"Okay, in that case, I'll give you one more day, and I'll also give each of your family a talisman blessed by the temple."

Then, he approached Sanjar and said in a low voice, "But don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't get close to your father, otherwise..."

Sanjar was slightly startled, "Yes, thank you Priest Haik for your reminder."

"For safety's sake, I'll give you another protective magic circle." Priest Haik said in a calm tone, as if giving alms.

Sanjar knew that this was not a gift at all, but something that Hayik should have done, but at this moment he could only express his gratitude:

"Thank you, Master Priest! Thank you for your grace!"

Priest Hayik set up a protective magic circle outside the Sanjar family's residence, then leisurely sat in the snow-white sedan chair carried by four servants of the gods, and walked away, saying that he was heading to the next house.

The Sanjar family stood at the door, respectfully watching the sedan chair go farther and farther away until it was lost in the sudden flutter of snow, leaving only the desolate ground.