apprentice earth god

"You are the saint?" Du Jiaoyang was surprised.

"You mean that the real saints are not those recruited later, but raised in the temple since childhood?"

Grandma Balang nodded, thinking of the past time, the disgust and fear in her eyes could not be hidden.

"The food used by the real saints since childhood is completely different from that of ordinary people. They are very particular. Before leaving the holy temple, I didn't even touch the ground with my feet."

"We don't even have a name, we only have a unified title called Saintess."

Du Jiaoyang: "You guys? Is there more than one saint?"

"There is only one person in a generation. Once menstruation occurs, they will be sent out to fend for themselves." Aunt Balang smiled bleakly.

"When we were saintesses, we were the objects of admiration for everyone. We were deprived of the status of saintesses in the temple that we could leave, but we were cast aside as saying that we would bring bad luck to everyone."

Du Jiaoyang frowned: "How could this be? Can you go back to your previous home?"

This is too much. When it was useful before, it was supreme, and it was not worth using, so it was so slandered.

The age of the girl's menstruation is not too old, and she was raised in isolation in the temple since she was a child, and she didn't even have the ground, which meant that she had no common affairs and the ability to survive independently.

What's more, they are regarded as people who will bring bad luck, which makes it even more difficult for them to survive.

Grandma Balang smiled: "We are saints, daughters gifted by God, how can we come from a mortal family?"

Du Jiaoyang was even more speechless when he heard the words. He didn't even have a single person to rely on. For a girl who grew up in a closed space, how should she survive?

"After you leave the temple, is there a place to take you?"

Grandma Balang was still smiling, but she looked completely devoid of warmth.

"No, many saintesses will die in pain not long after they leave the temple. Even those who survived have a very difficult life."

"You are amazing." Du Jiaoyang said sincerely.

Under such circumstances, she can still survive. Although she lives in the deep mountains and old forests, her life is relatively poor, but her condition is much better than other saintesses.

"For so many years, I was the only saint who got married and had children. I always thought that I was the luckiest person to meet such a good man as Abba Barang."

Grandma Balang's eyes were full of hatred, and she was plunged into pain.

After the saintess leaves the temple, even if she lives, she will die alone.

No one dared to marry such a girl, even those old bachelors who were eager to beg for a wife and didn't choose any conditions, would not choose them, fearing that they would bring bad luck to themselves, not only during life but also after death.

Although they left the temple and were no longer the revered saints, they were still different from ordinary girls.

Under such a background, it is indeed very courageous for Balang's father to dare to marry Balang's mother.

If nothing happened later, Du Jiaoyang would praise her for being lucky to meet someone she loves and loves herself.

But thinking of what happened to their family, Du Jiaoyang couldn't say this no matter what.

"Actually..." Grandma Balang closed her eyes in pain.

"I shouldn't have disobeyed them. I killed my husband and my daughter. I brought so much bad luck to that heroic man."

It turned out that Barang's mother didn't know that she and her beloved man would meet and get married, it was deliberately arranged.

After she was kicked out of the temple, she was bullied and humiliated, and her husband would pass by to see her, and it was all planned.

That man is very brave, very kind and has a sense of justice. He can't see her being treated like this.

Seeing her pity later, he helped her all the time, provided her with a place to live, and taught her how to survive.

The two came and went, and finally came together.

Barang's mother also struggled at that time, worried that she would bring bad luck to that man.

But the man was not afraid, the strong power made him full of confidence in himself, and the love made him not care about it.

The temple did not expressly stipulate that the former saints could not marry and have children, but some rumors made the folks prejudice against them.

Aunt Barang spent the happiest days of her life in those days, but as happy as she was before, she was miserable later.

Her husband did not die in battle, but was refined into a bead on a human skin drum because he was too brave and had no noble backing.

As soon as her daughter had menarche, she was taken away by someone who had been watching her for a long time to make a new human skin drumhead.

Those people had calculated everything very clearly, and she was walking along the path they had planned without knowing it.

"My daughter is the best 'material'. The most beautiful part of her body is the real drumhead, unlike other girls who are skinned but only used for refining."

Grandma Balang's eyes were empty, and she spoke calmly.

She is a saint, her husband is the most valiant warrior, and the combination of the two is the best 'material'.

She thought those saintesses who died early were very pitiful, but later she realized that she was the miserable one.

Du Jiaoyang didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. As an independent person, his whole life was planned from birth, and he, his husband and children were all taken as "materials" that could be extracted.

If it wasn't for his arrival, Balang would have been refined into a bead, and even if Balang's mother didn't move, she wouldn't be able to survive.

No wonder she was so excited when she saw him for the first time, unlike when she saw him later, you always hide melancholy between your brows.

"You look after Balang, I will leave with them."

Grandma Balang cried bitterly and knelt down.

"I'm sorry, I really have no choice. I only have Balang, and I can't lose this son again. I am willing to use my life to pray for your afterlife, and I am willing to do anything for you..."

Du Jiaoyang helped her up and sighed deeply.

He understood the other party's helplessness, so he didn't feel too much bad feeling when he was hit.

"You don't need to do this, just live on."

"Then what do you do?" Grandma Balang asked worriedly.

Du Jiaoyang smiled confidently: "I will be safe."

Grandma Balang shook, her face changed slightly.

"what happened?"

"It was once prophesied that a visitor from outside the sky would destroy the devil. Could you be the visitor from that day?"

Du Jiaoyang was startled, and quickly asked:

"Did the prophecy say how to destroy it?"

Grandma Balang shook her head: "This prophecy is rarely mentioned, and I also learned it by accident."

As a wife and mother, she really wants her husband and children to be reassured, instead of being trapped in that human skin drum for life after life, driven and enslaved by others.

Grandma Balang also went around to inquire and investigate, but she didn't know how to destroy the human skin drum, but she heard such a prophecy.

"Think about it again, are there any other clues?"

Grandma Balang thought for a long time, and finally shook her head.

"It's about human skin, the temple will not let such rumors spread."

Du Jiaoyang also understood this, so he didn't care about being disappointed.

The next day, Du Jiaoyang left with those people.

As Balang's mother said, these people didn't feel wrong, they always thought he was Balang.

A group of people walked for a day and rode in a carriage for another day before arriving in the capital of Lou Kingdom.

Kyoto is very lively and very stylish, completely different from the ancient Huaguo.

Everything here was buried underground in later generations, and the archaeological team couldn't find much when they dug.

Mysterious rise and mysterious disappearance, what exactly they look like, because there is too little data, there has been no conclusion.

Now that Du Jiaoyang saw this mysterious building country with his own eyes, he was filled with emotion.

Such prosperity and power, who would have thought that it would completely disappear in the long river of history.

When Du Jiaoyang saw the legendary temple, he was shocked by the magnificent architecture.

The temple is very tall, and the foundation is also very high, level with the tallest building in Kyoto.

From a distance, you can see it standing there, extremely magnificent.

The temple is white, which distinguishes it from other buildings and shows its holiness.

Entering the legendary temple, Du Jiaoyang couldn't help frowning.

This place is full of yin and evil spirits. Even though he has no divine power, he can still perceive that there are countless wronged souls here.

How could such a place be called a temple?It's just too ridiculous.

A priest in a white robe came over and saw Du Jiaoyang's expression of surprise.

Du Jiaoyang was a little nervous, beware that things would be exposed at this moment.

Unexpectedly, the other party looked him up and down, and asked someone to take him to a special room.

There were quite a few people brought in like him, most of them were young and middle-aged, but there were also teenagers and children, the youngest was probably only three or four years old.

They didn't seem to know what they were going to face, and they had joyful expressions on their faces, feeling very lucky that they were selected here.

Du Jiaoyang discovered that the atmosphere was peaceful on the surface, but in fact, there were many people watching secretly.

Conversation and noise were not allowed in the temple, so Du Jiaoyang didn't even have a chance to talk to anyone.

Back in his room, Du Jiaoyang touched his withered stomach.

"If I don't go back, I will starve to death."

Du Jiaoyang was very depressed. The strong hunger made him unable to turn his mind, which was the most uncomfortable thing for him.

He had no clue at first, and he was very hungry, which made him very passive now.

Du Jiaoyang lay on the bed, looking at the scenery outside the window and sighing:

"Hey, great god, when will you be able to connect with me online?"

"Miss me?"

A familiar voice came to Du Jiaoyang's mind, and Du Jiaoyang sat up violently, very excited.

"Great God! You are finally here!"

"I can't travel through the past, I can only connect with you in this way."

"This is already very good!"

Hearing Chong Li's voice, Du Jiaoyang's anxiety and apprehension eased a lot, at least he didn't feel that he was abandoned in another world, not alone.

"How's your situation over there?"

"I'm fine, but I haven't found a way out yet. God, do you have any clues?"

Chong Li paused: "This matter depends on you."

Du Jiaoyang was not surprised. The experience of the past few days made him sure that Renpigu sent him here not to trap him to death, but for other purposes.

"Does the human skin drum want to destroy itself?" Du Jiaoyang boldly guessed.

"Looks like you're not too bad in there."

Du Jiaoyang smiled wryly: "The situation is not bad, but I am about to starve to death."

"Hungry? They won't even give you food!"

Chong Li was annoyed, but the familiar heat did not come over.

"I haven't really entered this world. Things here can't affect me, and I can't affect this world."

Du Jiaoyang helped Balang get firewood before, but the firewood would return to its original place by itself.

He can participate, but the result will deduct his role.

"Great God, under such circumstances, how should I destroy the human skin drum?"