Douluo: Long Live the Hall of Souls

Chapter 143 Holy Soul Village (Please Subscribe and Vote)

"Xiao Gang, please forgive me for this matter."

In front of the gate of the Pope's Hall in Wuhun City, Yu Xiaogang, Fred and Zhao Wuji were 'guarded' by a group of knights guarding the palace of Wuhun City. Fred, who was full of profiteering temperament, was a little panicked at this moment. guilt.

The three of them came to Wuhun City for a small gathering after the Brightness Ceremony, and before they had a few drinks, they were approached by the Palace Guard Knights in Wuhun City, but it was because of Zhao Wuji's incident.

Five years ago, after the death of Pope Chihiro Ji of the previous generation, the management of the Wuhun Hall was chaotic for a period of time, which led to the lack of control of many soul masters.

Zao Wou-ki also had some troubles back then. Three years ago, he had a direct conflict with the deacons sent by the Wuhun Palace. The nickname of King Ming.

Zao Wou-ki's behavior must have been registered in the Wuhun Palace, and if he was discovered in Wuhun City, it would definitely not end well, but the strange thing is that after the strong men of the Wuhun Palace surrounded them, they didn't do anything. , but said that the Pope wanted to see Yu Xiaogang, who had the lowest level of cultivation among them.

Fred knew about Yu Xiaogang's past, so he naturally felt sorry for today's incident.

"Boss Fu, you and Brother Zhao wait for me for a while."

Yu Xiaogang turned his head to Fred and Yu Xiaogang and said, and then entered the Pope's Palace under the leadership of the Knights of the Palace. Inside the side hall, he moved his gaze to the center of the side hall.

Pope Bibi Dong was dealing with tedious affairs at the desk at this time, and when she heard footsteps, she raised her head, and the eyes of the two collided in the air without any sparks erupting.

There is something more in Yu Xiaogang's indifferent eyes, there are apologies, memories, but more of a sense of loss.Bibi Dong's eyes also had complicated changes, and finally returned to calm.

"You're here. I haven't seen you for a long time, and you didn't see me when you came to Wuhun City. If it wasn't because of what happened to Zhao Wuji, you probably wouldn't want to come."

Bibi Dong's soft and pleasant voice can easily make people feel like they are in the spring breeze.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze became difficult, and he said in a deep voice: "I...I don't know how to see you, we have changed a lot in these years, you are the pope of the Wuhun Temple, and I am just a member of the Blue Lightning Overlord Sect. Abandoned."

Bibidong stared at Yu Xiaogang, "Blue Lightning Bawangzong? Are you reminding me of something!"

"Your Majesty, I don't have any other intentions, but I feel that some practices of the Spirit Hall over the years are really a bit..."

Yu Xiaogang thought he had put it down already, but when he saw Bibi Dong again, his heart couldn't help stirring up, thinking about his family's recent situation, he couldn't vomit something in his heart.

"You are teaching me how to do things, trying to persuade me to give up the suppression of the Blue Electric Overlord Sect? Yu Xiaogang, I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still so childish."

Before Yu Xiaogang could say a few words, Bibi Dong interrupted him, her beautiful eyes closed slightly, she took a deep breath and looked at Yu Xiaogang again, she suddenly smiled, "After so many years, look It seems that I am too persistent.

You are no longer the Yu Xiaogang you were back then, but you are still so childish.And I am not the Bibi Dong I was back then.Forget it, there is nothing to say about the matter between you and me in the future, you can go, Wuhundian will not pursue Zhao Wuji's matter any more. "

"This... well, goodbye."

Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to get up and leave, because he didn't know what he should say, the relationship between them had already ended, so it's fine to say it clearly.

Yu Xiaogang's figure disappeared into the depth of the arch, Bibi Dong kept looking at him, when his back completely disappeared, Bibi Dong smiled, with tears in her smile, the tears dripped down her chin to the ground.

She suddenly felt that she was ridiculous. After so many years, why did she still give herself a hope.

Everything has passed, and she is no longer who she used to be, after all, she wants to say goodbye to the past.She has already achieved the body of a demigod, and this person will only be a memory in her long life after all, so she really should let it go.

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Douluo Continent, Fasino Province in the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, south of Notting City, Holy Soul Village.

This is a small village with only three hundred households. It got its name because a soul master who walked out of a soul saint level a hundred years ago is also the eternal pride of the holy soul village.

Most of the land outside the Holy Soul Village is farming land. The large farmland produces food and vegetables. Except for some villagers for their own use, most of them are supplied to Notting City. Farming is also the main means of income for the villagers.

When a faint white fish belly rose from the east in the distance, on a hill that was only more than a hundred meters high adjacent to the holy soul village, a thin figure about five or six years old sat cross-legged on the top of the hill.

He sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, fixed his eyes on the rising sun in the east, and seized the opportunity to perform his exercises. When he opened his eyes again, there was a faint purple glow in his pupils.

"Hey! It's a pity that my cultivation base has stagnated for a while, and I don't know when I will be able to break through the bottleneck."

The boy got up with a secret sigh, made a helpless expression that should never appear at his age, shook his head, patted his buttocks and jumped down the mountain.

If someone saw him at this time, they would be very surprised. Every step the little boy took, he could reach nearly ten feet. The uneven ground in the mountains did not affect him at all, and he easily avoided it. The rapid progress is even much faster than that of an adult.

The boy's name was Tang San, the son of Tang Hao, the blacksmith in the village. Children of the same age in the village would often make fun of him by his name, but Tang San was very satisfied.Because he has a secret hidden in his heart, the name suits him very well.

The boy Tang San came all the way to the only blacksmith's shop in the village, which was his home. His father reeked of alcohol and fell drunk in the bedroom.

He came to the stove, stepped on the wooden stool skillfully, and lifted the lid of the big iron pot. The tangy aroma of rice came out, and the porridge in the pot was already overcooked.Before going up the mountain every day, Tang San would put the rice in the pot and make firewood, and when he came back, the porridge was ready.

"It's a pity that the Baiyang rice porridge that the church in the village provides to the children every month can only be drunk on the spot. Otherwise, it can also nourish the father's body. Daily drinking is very harmful to the body..."

Tang San sighed and finished the porridge, smelling the aroma of the porridge, but couldn't help but think of the Baiyang rice porridge in the church, "I don't know what kind of power this Spirit Hall is, to take that kind of precious spirit rice Come to nourish the children's body.

Old Grandpa Jack has changed since he went to Wuhun City. Churches, soul masters, and Wuhun Temple have also been built in the village. Unfortunately, I haven’t awakened Wuhun yet, and I still know too little about this world. . "

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao..."

Tang San was about to call his father out to drink porridge, when suddenly there were shouts outside the door, he recognized this voice, it was Old Jack, the village head of Holy Soul Village, and hurried to the door to meet him.

An old man in his 50s came to the door of the blacksmith shop. He was tall and thin, but he was hale and hearty. His clothes were clean and tidy, and his hair was combed meticulously. He was Old Jack, the village elder of Holy Soul Village, and the host of the Church of Holy Soul Village. priest.

"Little San, come to Old Grandpa Jack."

Old Jack waved to Tang San, and brought a rice ball in his hand, Tang San's eyes lit up when he saw the rice ball in his hand.

He knew that old village chief Jack was a good man, and everyone in the village respected him very much. In the early years, when Tang San's family was in the most difficult time, he often brought food over.

Originally, my father, Tang Hao, also respected this old man quite a bit, although his attitude was a bit colder, but since this village chief took a pilgrimage to the legendary Wuhun City last year, after returning It seemed that he was much younger, and then he began to build churches in the village to promote the God of Bright Angels.

Tang San still remembers the day when the church in the village was built, everyone was extremely happy, except for his father Tang Hao, who did not drink too much that day, but beat the iron all night, and the next day From the very beginning, the attitude towards the old village chief Jack changed.

"What's up!"

A cold voice came from the blacksmith's bedroom, and a tall figure walked out with somewhat staggering steps.

He is Tang San's father, Tang Hao, a man who looks to be in his 50s and looks about the same age as the younger Jack.His figure is very tall and burly, but his dress is not flattering.

A torn robe was worn on Tang Hao's body, without even a patch on it, revealing the bronze-colored skin underneath, but the fairly regular facial features were covered with a layer of waxy yellow, with sleepy eyes and hazy hair, messy like a bird It's like a nest, and the beard on his face has not been tidied up for countless days.

His eyes were dull and dim, and even though the night had passed, the smell of alcohol on his body made people frown.

Old Jack glanced at Tang Hao with dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice: "Tang Hao, Xiao San is almost six years old. The deacon of the Wuhun Branch of Notting City has just received news that he will come to the village to hold an awakening ceremony in two days. You should also participate."

"The Wuhun Palace awakens the Wuhun for others, hey, it's just buying people's hearts."

Tang Hao's tone was indifferent, even talking about Wuhundian with a little hostility.

Old Jack looked extremely angry, "Tang Hao, pay attention to your words, how can you slander Wuhundian, this is the representative of the God of Angels in the world. Do you know how wrong this kind of behavior is, even if you don't think for yourself? Think about it, you should also think about Xiaosan.

Xiaosan, I watched him grow up, he is so obedient and sensible, and it is because of you, a father who does not live up to expectations, that he has such a bad life.

Since Xiao San calls me Grandpa, I will be responsible to him.This time to awaken the martial soul, even if Xiaosan fails to awaken the innate soul power, I will find a way to make him a soul master, if it is not possible, he will become a priest like my old man, and receive the god-given soul power to serve..."

"Clang..."

Before Old Jack finished speaking, Tang Hao who was drinking porridge suddenly put down the chipped bowl, and the rim of the bowl hit the stove with a muffled sound.

Tang Hao squeezed the palm of his hand holding the bowl tightly, and said in a deep voice: "My son, it is impossible for him to become some shitty priest or pastor and go to serve that god of angels. Don't worry, he must have soul power."

Old Jack was very dissatisfied with Tang Hao's attitude, but Tang Hao who spoke like this in front of him made him feel more pressured, so he could only say coldly: "You...forget it, what are you and I arguing about?"

Tang Hao didn't say much, he glanced at Old Jack, then at Tang San, and said calmly: "Forget it, let him participate in the awakening ceremony. When that day comes, I'll let him go to the church to gather."

Old Jack said: "In three days, I will pick up Xiaosan. Hey! You should be more careful."

Tang Hao nodded, and ignored the village head, went to the stove and made a bowl of porridge, gobbling it on his own, and didn't care about Tang San at all.

"Little San, eat this, don't waste it on some drunkard."

Old Jack glared at Tang Hao dissatisfied, then passed the rice ball in his hand into Tang San's mouth, and watched the child finish eating before leaving.

"The awakening of the martial soul? Will this be an opportunity for me to break through the bottleneck?"

After Old Jack left, Tang San began to deal with Tang Hao's messy stove. When dealing with things, he couldn't help but think about the awakening of the martial soul. He could feel that his father seemed to be related to the martial soul. There are some entanglements in the temple.

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On the morning of the third day, Tang San and Old Jack came to the church in the center of the village.

This was originally the Wuhun Hall in the village. Of course, it was just a small wooden house at the beginning. It was not until the village head, Old Jack, came back from a pilgrimage, and then mobilized the villagers to repair it. This is what it looks like now, which is quite good building.

This is not the first time Tang San came to the church in the village. When he entered the church, the first thing he saw was a big pot with thick porridge boiling in it. A group of people who hadn't awakened their spirits The kids are drooling over there.

"Baiyang rice porridge, I have inquired the village chief several times, and according to him, this thing is hard to find in the outside world, but the Wuhun Temple uses it to eat every month for children who have not awakened their Wuhun, and they have no skills. Refining energy is really a waste."

Tang San thought to himself, but his pace was not slow, he came to the pot and waited for the old village chief Jack to distribute the porridge, but this time the old village chief Jack did not distribute the porridge immediately, but kept waiting.

Not long after, a young man in his 20s came to the church. He was dressed in a white suit with a black cloak on his back, and in the center of his chest was a fist-sized word for soul.This is the standard attire for the personnel directly under Wuhundian.

"Deacon Su Yuntao."

"Old Father Jack."

After the old Jack greeted this deacon Su Yuntao, the old Jack began to share the porridge, "Deacon Su Yuntao, this porridge is just hot out of the pot, you probably haven't eaten breakfast yet, let me have a bowl of porridge Stomach, today there are eight children who need to awaken their spirits."

"This...thank you, Father..."

Su Yuntao was a little hesitant, but finally accepted. As an insider of the Wuhun Hall, he knew the value of this Baiyang rice. Except for a part that was directly allocated to various parts of the mainland to train children who had not awakened Wuhun, the rest The price of one or two is sky-high.

Tang San carefully observed Su Yuntao, thinking to himself, "This is the deacon of the Wuhun Temple? It seems that his footsteps are vain and his strength is average. His porridge is also a waste, and he even robbed me of my portion."

After a bowl of hot porridge, Su Yuntao began to awaken the martial spirits for the eight children including Tang San. The martial spirits in Holy Soul Village were varied and strange, and Tang San had opened his eyes this time.

"Father Jack, it's a good thing that there are three people with soul power in your holy soul village this time. But the boy with the scythe martial soul and the girl with the blue silver grass martial soul have less than the first level of innate soul power. "

Before leaving, Su Yuntao warned: "The other Blue Silver Grass Wuhun is born full of spirit power, but it can be cultivated well..."

"So, this is soul power, soul master..."

When Su Yuntao said goodbye to Old Jack, Tang San seemed a little dazed, maybe it was the first time he had encountered such a difficult problem, or maybe it was something else, in short, he would embark on a different path.

　Chapter 2 is released, with a chapter of [-] words, and the chapter in the afternoon is [-] words. I hope everyone will subscribe and comment more. I won’t write more about Tang San. The next chapter will return to the normal plot.

　　
　
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