Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 495 The Sacrifice of the Bell Tower
"My lord, your face!"

"Thank you!"

Under the flattered gaze of the other party, Mo Yan began to gulp down the ramen.

The noodles are very strong, and the base soup is thick and white bone broth, together with seaweed and dried shrimp, it makes the ramen taste very delicious.

And within ten meters of Mo Yan, no ordinary residents dare to approach, but this does not prevent them from looking at Mo Yan from a distance with respect and envy.

The reason is all due to the monster Hei Lujia lying at Mo Yan's feet.

Yes, after roughly checking the status of the Warcraft Envoy in Yuanzhu City, Mo Yan didn't mind exposing part of his strength for the convenience of action.

But after all, he is not a local warcraft envoy well-known by the locals, and his rash appearance is bound to arouse the investigation of interested people.

But at this moment, a small monster attacking the city suddenly appeared in Yuanzhu City.

At the critical moment, Mo Yan dispatched Helujia to rescue one of the monster envoys who were in danger, and took this opportunity to integrate into the circle of the magic beast envoys in Yuanzhu City.

Similarly, Mo Yan, the Warcraft envoy with Heluga, the hell dog, was also hotly discussed by the residents of Yuanzhu City at an extremely fast speed, and became famous for a while.

After eating the ramen, Mo Yan put the few copper coins exchanged two days ago on the table, got up and left, and Hei Lujia who was beside him hurriedly got up to follow.

Behind him, the owner of the noodle shop treasured a few copper coins as if he had won a treasure, which made the onlookers envious.

That is the copper coin given by the Warcraft Envoy!
Mo Yan shook his head secretly, there are too few Warcraft Envoys in this era, and because of the powerful power of the controllers, the entire group has been deified.

Giving money for meals is a matter of course, but for Warcraft envoys, eating your noodles has become your glory.

Little did they know how many people poured into the noodle shop after Mo Yan left, just to sit where Mo Yan had just sat and eat a bowl of ramen that was the same as Mo Yan.

What a crazy time!
Walking out of the shop, Mo Yan hadn't decided where to go next, but saw a little novice monk in cassock running towards him with a whimper.

"The Messenger of Silent Words! The Messenger of Silent Words!"

The little novice waved at him foolishly, for fear that Mo Yan would not see him looking for him.

Although it is not the first time to see this little novice monk, Mo Yan still feels as if he has passed away.

Because the little novice in front of me is exactly the same as the little novice next to Ming Guang in the new Lingling Pagoda hundreds of years later!
Bright eyes, white teeth, delicate features, Mo Yan still can only use these eight words to describe him.

But after these two days of getting along, Mo Yan still recognized the slight difference in personality between the two.

The little novice next to Mingguang was shy and introverted, a young lady who hadn't seen much in the world.

As for the little novice in front of him, besides being good-looking, he also needs to participate in the sacrificial ceremonies of the Bell Tower and receive visitors, so his personality is more outgoing and cheerful.

And beside him, there is also a novice novice, the monster trumpet bud.

As for who the person Mo Yan saved two days ago, it was naturally him.

"Messenger of Silent Words, the sacrificial ceremony of the Bell Tower is about to begin today. The host asked me to invite you to watch the ceremony. Maybe you can get the blessing of King Feng!"

The little monk was very enthusiastic and chatted non-stop.

Mo Yan thought to himself, I was brought to this ghost place by Feng Wang, and I still want to get its blessing here.

Funny.

However, Mo Yan, who had nothing to do, did not refuse. After so many days, he still had no clue about Feng Wang's test, so he could only search for clues as much as possible.

And since the little novice in front of him looks exactly the same as the person hundreds of years later, maybe there is something special about it?
Come to the Bell Tower, the Charred Tower that was later burned down but never rebuilt.

Under the guidance of the little novice, Mo Yan successfully entered the inside of the Tower of Bells.

Unlike the dilapidated scorched tower in later generations, the Bell Tower is full of people and visitors.

The beams, columns, windows, pavilions, terraces and pavilions are all carved with exquisite phoenix king patterns, which are beautiful and ingenious.

It's a pity that it will eventually be turned into a piece of coke in the fire.

"Messenger of silent words, this way please!"

The little novice led Mo Yan all the way to the eighth floor of the Tower of Bells, and above that was the altar dedicated to King Feng, the core of the Tower of Bells.

However, Mo Yan, an outsider, is not qualified to go up. He was able to come to the eighth floor because he saved the little monk and gave him a chance to experience it.

Fortunately, the Bell Tower is designed to be hollow, and Mo Yan can see the statue of the Phoenix King on the altar as long as he looks up.

"Messengers of Silent Words, please wait here for a moment, the sacrificial ceremony will begin soon, pray devoutly to King Feng, and you may be blessed."

The little novice gave some instructions in a low voice, as if he had something to do, he left in a hurry.

Silently sitting cross-legged in the best position on the eighth floor, the elves waited for the start of the sacrifice, and Hei Lujia beside him was still lying on the ground with the old god, closing his eyes and recuperating.

As for Geng Gui, it is naturally hidden in his shadow, and Zoroark, because he has been able to draw transfigured human beings perfectly for a long time, except for being unable to speak, he will hardly reveal his secrets.

So silently let it move freely, and with flexible skills, maybe it can detect some hidden secrets.

After a while, other visitors came one after another from the eighth floor of the Bell Tower.

When they saw Hei Lujia beside Mo Yan, they all avoided and chose to sit in a place far away from Mo Yan.

However, there were only so many seats, and Hei Lujia didn't occupy a seat. After all, the visitors who came later inevitably began to move closer to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan turned a blind eye to this. After so many days, he has long been used to the eyes of ordinary people.

After a long time, except for the seats on the left and right of Mo Yan and behind, there were no one sitting, the rest of the seats were already full of people, looking at Mo Yan and his monster Hei Lujia with fear.

Although they knew that warcraft envoys generally would not dare to make trouble in the Tower of Bells, but it was one thing to know, but another to be afraid.

Just when Mo Yan thought that the sacrificial ceremony was about to begin, three people suddenly entered the entrance on the eighth floor.

Suddenly, a burst of panic sounded from the rear, Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look, but saw three Warcraft Envoys coming at the same time, and then sat around him in a bang bang bang bang.

Mo Yan's heart tightened, almost thinking that when the other party came to look for him, the sacrifice began...

Boom!Boom!Boom boom boom boom...

Nine bells rang in a row, and the bell tower, which was not considered noisy, fell silent instantly. All the people who participated in the sacrifice did their best and put on a devout look.

The three demon beast envoys beside Mo Yan were no exception, they folded their hands together and looked up at the statue of King Feng very seriously.

Immediately afterwards, the abbots, monks, and novices on the ninth floor of the Bell Tower all recited in unison.

The Buddhist scriptures spread throughout the entire Bell Tower, although the sound was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

(End of this chapter)