"Xiaojiu," Ye Fuxun couldn't help but ask, remembering that Jiujiu had a map of the holy mountain, "do you know what's so weird about this veil? Why did it prick my finger?"
Jiujiu clicked on the keyboard and stared at the screen: "Congratulations to the host, it should be the Veil Chooser. You and Qing Ling were selected as saints at the same time, so they are double saints."
Double...saint! She has to go back to the capital!
Being chosen as a saint for no reason feels like an unreasonable and heavy responsibility.
Why did he prick her finger without her consent? It was not a blood type test, so he was a little upset.
Seeing that Ye Fuxun remained silent, Jiujiu hesitated for a moment and asked: "Host, are you so happy that you don't know what to say, or are you so angry that you have nothing to say?"
Humans are rich in emotions and can easily make mistakes.
"The latter." Ye Fuxun threw out two words angrily, not wanting to talk anymore.
Jiujiu tilted his head, wondering why the host was angry.
However, it intuitively knows that the host will not tell it if it asks, and the host doesn't seem to want to talk right now.
Jiujiu picked up a small notebook and wrote down the matter, then clicked on the screen and took a look. After a moment of hesitation, she spoke in a low voice: "Host, please make sure to put away the veil so that no one can see it."
"reason?"
"This is a system prompt. If the veil is seen, it may cause a lot of trouble." Jiujiu responded honestly.
Ye Fuxun hated trouble the most, so he lowered his head and looked at the veil in his hand. How about destroying the corpse and removing all traces of it before he went in?
Of course, she was just thinking about it.
For such an important thing, she wouldn't dare destroy it even if she had a hundred courages.
Moreover, this is a treasure passed down from ancient times. Judging from the various behaviors of the veil, it has already become a spirit.
Ji Yannuo took her hand and asked in her ear: "Help me throw away the veil?"
Ye Fuxun squeezed his palm: "Don't worry, let's first see what happens when choosing a saint."
Although the veil was strange, Ye Fuxun had no instinct of being threatened. Instead, he had an indescribable feeling, so he kept it for a while.
When Ji Yannuo saw Ye Fuxun like this, he nodded and said, "If you feel unwell, tell me at any time."
At this time, Qing Ling had already put on the holy robe. She turned around and nodded to everyone. She extended her index finger towards the light curtain, and a ripple appeared on the light curtain——
The next moment, Qing Ling walked into the light curtain, and everyone followed him into the light curtain.
The light curtain was crowded with people. The people of the Tsing Yi tribe looked at the Holy Mountain with excitement and cheered happily: "Holy Key! Holy Key! Holy Key!"
No one noticed their arrival at all, everyone just hid in the back and looked around quietly.
"Ling'er, don't you have to step forward?" Yan Yiyi pulled Qing Ling and pointed at the woman on the prayer platform not far away who was wearing the same holy robe as Qing Ling, "Is that the fake saint?"
Qing Ling nodded: "She is Lou Ting."
Everyone looked and saw that Lou Ting was indeed wearing the same holy robe, but did not wear a veil.
It seems that the veil that flew into Ye Fuxun's hand should be from Lou Ting's holy robe.
"My great-grandmother said there is no need to go to the praying platform." Qing Ling now feels extremely calm, perhaps because Aunt Qingyi is on the praying platform, or perhaps because wearing the holy robe brings her a sense of security, "We are right here.
Wait."
At this time, many tribesmen began to shout: "The time has come! The Saint in Tsing Yi is going to use the Holy Key to open the Holy Mountain!"
Aunt Qingyi stood up and walked to the center of the praying platform. She raised her hands slightly to indicate that there was no sound in the huge space.
Then, she was seen raising her hands high, mumbling words and blessings continuously.
Suddenly, a snow-white key the size of a brick flew out of her sleeve, flew around her several times, and finally landed on her palms.
It's the Holy Key! Everyone is looking at the Holy Key intently.
Aunt Qingyi gave a soft drink, raised her palms high, and sent the Holy Key flying toward the Holy Mountain.
The moment the Holy Key touched the Holy Mountain, the Holy Mountain suddenly emitted thousands of rays of light, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.
When everyone opened their eyes impatiently, they saw snowflakes falling from the sky.
"It's holy snow!" A knowledgeable tribesman exclaimed and hurriedly raised his hands to catch the dots of snowflakes.
"What is holy snow?" More tribesmen have never participated in a trip to the holy mountain and are full of curiosity.
At this moment, the Tsing Yi nun on the prayer platform slowly spoke, and her voice poured into everyone's ears: "The holy snow falling on the holy mountain is a great love for our Tsing Yi clan, and it is the blessing of the Tsing Yi clan."
"Holy snow can purify all things," she said slowly. "Those with physical illnesses can be cured without medicine after bathing in holy snow. Those with mental illnesses can cleanse their souls after bathing in holy snow."
"And the guilty ones will be punished by the Holy Spirit after Mu Shengxue!" Her last sentence was so powerful that it sounded like thunder.
"Holy snow can cure diseases!" Someone shouted in the crowd, and the situation suddenly exploded.
Countless people raised their hands to touch the snowflakes in the sky, as if the more they touched, the more they would be able to recover without medicine.
"My eyes can see!" the person with the eye disease shouted happily.
"My waist doesn't hurt anymore!"
"The injury on my arm is also healed!"
In addition to the young and strong tribesmen, many elderly people were cheering everywhere because of the diseases cured by the holy snow.
"Strange, why doesn't this holy snow fall on us?"
King Chu crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at the falling snowflakes in the sky. He jumped up and reached out to grab a few. However, the snowflakes seemed to have spirituality and nimbly dodged away.
"Hey, it's really strange. Does this Xuehua know that we are not from the Tsing Yi tribe?"
Yan Yiyi glanced at him: "Keep your voice down."
King Chu shrugged, while snowflakes fell one after another on Qing Ling, and many flew towards her forehead.
She saw snowflakes falling on her forehead, but they disappeared in an instant.
Qing Ling slowly opened her eyes, her black and white eyes filled with brilliance like glass: "Ling'er seems to have become smarter?"
"Ling'er can feel the spirituality of every snowflake, and can even feel Grandpa Shengshan's love for the people... and the legacy of his great-grandmother... very clear!"
Everyone just blinked and still felt it was amazing.
Ji Yannuo took a step forward and blocked Ye Fuxun behind him.
King Qin smiled slightly and moved a step to the side, standing between King Chu and Ye Fuxun.
Ye Fuxun raised her head, stretched out her hand, and snowflakes fell on her fingertips one after another.
However, those snowflakes avoided Ji Yannuo and all fell on her body.
She didn't think the induction Qing Ling mentioned was magical. Because, she seemed to have also sensed... the call of the Holy Mountain?
Ye Fuxun shook his head violently and tried to hide behind Ji Yannuo, not wanting anyone to notice anything strange about her.
On the prayer platform, occasional sparse snowflakes fell on Lou Ting's body. She held up the hem of her skirt and walked to Lou Tu: "Dad, with the holy snow, your legs will be restored to their original state."