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

Chapter 701 Something Happened in the Temple
Watching the carriages of their predecessors flying higher and higher, sinking into the clouds and gradually disappearing, although Sanjar and Elena felt melancholy, hope seemed to be rekindled in their hearts.

When I returned to the house, the aroma of stewed meat was already wafting through the small courtyard.

The two nieces were the first to come out. They ran to the door excitedly, but they looked back for a long time and couldn't see their chubby grandfather and pretty sister. They immediately looked unhappy.

Dinara pouted and asked, "Uncle, did you lose your grandfather and sister?"

Inside the house, Eric and his wife Alia also came out of the kitchen wiping their hands.

"You guys are back?" Eric came forward and asked in confusion, "Dinner is ready, why didn't you invite the seniors to come back and eat together?"

Sanjar shook his head and said nothing.

Elena sighed and explained, "The senior is in a hurry and wants to leave the city before the city gate is closed, so we won't go together."

After hearing this, the two little nieces hung their heads in disappointment.

Alia secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "We just treated them to a good meal. Tonight's dinner is just a soup made from the dried meat we bought. If the seniors stay, it would be a poor treat. It's better not to eat."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Thinking back to how poor the family is now, it would be a bit unreasonable to let the two elders eat dried meat with them.

Eric hesitated for a moment, but still asked cautiously: "Then...the thing we asked for, didn't the senior agree to it?"

Alia shook her head, her tone somewhat helpless: "Look at them coming back like this, I guess it's probably not going to work."

Eric was a little discouraged after hearing this. "That makes sense. Our ancestral spiritual object is just a scary lamp. We can't put it in the house, otherwise we will be burned dry. I'm afraid even the seniors will dislike it."

"Yeah...you guys...are taking a risk...our stuff...to be honest, it really doesn't count...whatever...it's better to buy something else...to avoid offending the seniors..."

At this moment, a dry and hoarse voice suddenly came from the room, accompanied by the sound of heavy flesh being dragged.

"...Father! Why did you come out?!"

Elena exclaimed and ran over quickly, but was pushed back by a huge force.

"Don't...don't come over..."

"Don't... come and look at me..."

The voice came from behind the door, echoing hoarsely over the yard.

"I came out... to get some fresh air... and by the way... to see the stupid things you guys did... in order to save me..."

"Father, how can you say that?" Sanjar said sadly.

Eric on the side clenched his fists and was sullenly angry.

The voice from the room continued to come, intermittently:

"You've spent all your wealth... saved an old man like me... and still offended the immortal..."

"It would be better...it would be better...for me to die...to accompany your mother..."

"No! We didn't offend the immortal!" Elena shouted, interrupting her father's whisper, "The senior happily accepted the spiritual object!"

"what?"

The sound in the house suddenly stopped.

Everyone in the yard was also filled with surprise and looked at each other, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

"Are you serious?"

"Really!" Sanjar nodded, "The immortal also agreed to what we asked for."

Sanjar also used the word "immortal" very naturally.

"Is this true?" Alia couldn't believe it, her face full of doubt, "So... you became the immortal's disciples? But why didn't he take you away?"

The two little girls also blinked.

"Uncle, you are not lying, are you?"

"Aunt, is uncle lying?"

Elena bent down, gently stroked the heads of the two children, and said in a gentle voice: "Uncle did not lie, but...we are not going to become immortal disciples."

"Not a disciple of the Immortal?" Eric raised his eyebrows, his face full of confusion, "Then you still say that the Immortal agreed?"

"Not a disciple of an immortal, but another way."

Sanjar stretched out his palm, and a faint golden light lit up in his palm. Then, a tiny tentacle slowly stretched out from it, swaying slightly.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the tentacle, their expressions filled with shock and curiosity. "Uncle, is this thing useful?" Dinara couldn't help but ask.

Sanjar said sternly: "Don't talk nonsense! This is a miracle from Mother Earth!"

Elena looked at the tentacle with a slightly complicated expression.

Because she had never come into contact with the divine power of the Earth Mother, and she had not had the Earth Mother imprinted in her heart like Sanjar, it was difficult for her to accept the idea of ​​worshipping another god.

But Miss Shengsheng said that as long as you practice one technique, you can quickly switch to another one and no longer have to worry about being influenced by the Supreme God.

As for whether to believe in Mother Earth or not, it is up to her to decide.

Such words sound extremely outrageous, but the cultivators who have tried and failed to become gods know this in their hearts, but they just cannot say it out loud.

So Elena is still willing to try.

Sanjar had already received the reward from Mother Earth first, and his cultivation level had actually jumped directly to a higher level, which made Elena even more envious.

Eric and Alia looked at each other, looking at the tentacles in the golden light and Sanjar's serious look. Although they had some doubts in their hearts, they did not dare to speak casually.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"The temple is open for business, please open the door!"

The voice outside was low, cold and hard, with a hint of hostility.

Sanjar's face changed slightly, and he quickly put away the tentacles in his hand. He exchanged a deep look with his family, walked quickly to the gate of the yard and opened it.

Outside the door, Priest Hayik was standing there.

But he is no longer as arrogant as before.

At this moment, his face was in a mess, with bruises all over, and he seemed to be in a very sorry state.

"Sanjar, I've been waiting for you for most of the day. The high priest invites you." Hayik's tone was polite, but it couldn't hide the coldness in it.

Sanjar's heart shuddered, and he vaguely realized that this was exactly what Miss Shengsheng meant by "something that came to you on its own initiative."

He nodded silently and followed Hayik out the door.

It was the first time I sat in a sedan chair used exclusively by priests.

There were two people squeezed in the small space. Sanjar did not dare to say it was crowded. He just lowered his head and let Hayik's eyes scan him like needles.

When they were almost at the temple, Haik finally spoke, whispering, "When we get to the temple, you should know what to say and what not to say, right?"

Sanjar pursed his lips and lowered his head to answer: "I don't understand what the priest means."

Hayike sneered: "It's good that you don't understand."

Deep in the temple, Sanjar followed Hayik and walked all the way to a place he had never set foot on before.

The surroundings were deep and silent, and the air was filled with a heavy atmosphere. He did not dare to look around, and could only lower his head and follow closely behind Hayek.

He walked all the way to a palace and followed Hayik in. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the lonely palace, sounding particularly heavy.

The candle lit up little by little, and shadows were everywhere, as if something was staring at him from a place not illuminated by the fire.

He didn't dare to look up, and saw Haik walk to the curtain, bow and salute, and said: "High Priest, Sanjar has been brought here."

Through the layers of gauze curtains, Sanjar vaguely saw two red shadows behind the curtains. They seemed particularly ethereal in the curling smoke and overlapped to form a pair of shadows.

He squinted his eyes, suspecting that it was a double image caused by the flickering candle flame, but he was not sure.

Just as he was stunned, Haik suddenly turned around, his eyes were sharp, and he gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice: "Kneel down!"

Sanjar suddenly woke up from his dream and knelt on the ground in panic.

A soft but majestic voice came from behind the gauze curtain: "Haik, you can leave now."

Haik was startled, and said quickly: "But this case is under my jurisdiction, I know the cause and effect best, maybe staying here can help the high priest understand..."

"Oh?" The woman's voice rose slightly, revealing a bit of coldness. "So, what you mean is, is there anything else that is not recorded in the medical record that you need to supplement orally?"

These words were like a sharp sword, leaving Hayek speechless.

He was sweating profusely and stammered in denial: "Absolutely not, absolutely not..."

"In that case, please step back." The voice behind the curtain suddenly became cold and harsh, carrying an unquestionable pressure.

Hayik's face turned pale instantly. He turned to look at Sanjar and glared at him as a warning. Then he lowered his head and slowly walked out of the hall.

In the hall, Sanjar was the only one left, kneeling on the cold ground.