Chapter 666: lesson

The elder did not speak, and the room fell into a temporary silence.
A secretive silence.
Alan kept looking at Jiang Si, her eyes constantly changing.
I don't know how long it took, the elder finally spoke: "Elder Hua has already told you that the saint of my clan is very ill and it is inconvenient to appear in front of the clan, so please temporarily replace the saint to comfort the clan."
Jiang seems to nod slightly.
"Well, I will tell you some necessary things in the past few days. When the New Fire Festival in seven days, you will appear in front of the clansman as a saint and bear the responsibility of making fire..." the elder said. With a gentle expression, Jiang Si asked, "Do you understand?"
Jiang Si nodded again and said concisely: "Understood."
For Elder Wu Miao, she could not be too casual.
She was grateful to the old man in front of her, and was also wary of the old man in front of her.
It is difficult for Elder Hua to keep her in Wumiao, but the elder has many methods.
"Alan, you first take... the saint to rest."
Alan glanced at the elder abruptly, her lips moved to say something, but in the end she did not dare to say anything. He saluted the elder and said to Jiang Si, "Follow me."
The elder frowned slightly and reminded: "Alan, pay attention to your attitude towards the saint."
Alan's heart shuddered, and he said yes, with a respectful expression: "Holy woman, please come with the maidservant."
Regardless of whether Alan despised or respected, Jiang Si's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and then he walked out silently.
"Wait a minute." The Great Elder said again.
Jiang seemed to stop.
The great elder walked to her step by step, and stretched out his index finger to gently press the center of her forehead.
A slight burning sensation came, and then a red mole suddenly appeared between the eyebrows.
Alan looked excited, staring at the little red mole.
The woman in front of her had this red mole. If she hadn't seen the saint's death with her own eyes, she really thought the saint was standing in front of her.
"Let's go." The elder waved his hand.
As Jiang Si left, the elder's expression became subtle, and he slowly said in the scent of the room filled with nothingness: "Before you said that there was a woman in the capital of Dazhou that was almost exactly the same as Asang. I still have doubts. I saw it today. It turns out that she is almost another Asang."
Elder Hua nodded: "Yes, what's even more bizarre is that she also understands the Wu Miao language. When I first saw it in Beijing, I really thought it was a saint here."
The elder became silent.
Assan has been dead for more than three years.
In the past three years, the saint has not appeared in front of the tribe, and the tribe and even foreigners have gradually had a lot of speculation. Especially recently, there has been a lot of talk that the saint of Wu Miao is no longer alive, making Wu Miao precarious.
And the death of the saint was only known to her and Alan from the beginning, but now it has to be known to Elder Hua and others. It is really helpless.
This woman who was born the same as Asang was the real God's salvation for Wu Miao.
The elder knelt down and bowed to a certain place.
Elder Flower knelt down.
The sanctuary of the saint Asang was not far from the residence of the great elder, and Jiang Si arrived with Alan within a short time.
Alan opened the door and stopped, with an indifferent tone: "This is the saint's room."
Jiang Si glanced at it.
Although the house was unoccupied for a long time, it was spotlessly cleaned.
Jiang Si sat down at the table.
The exhaustion of a long journey can not be relieved by a day or two of rest, not to mention that her heartstrings have been tight, which makes it even more painful.
Alan was immediately annoyed at the sight, and said sharply: "Who made you sit down?"
Jiang Si's eyes turned slightly and looked at Alan calmly.
Her indifference made Alan even more annoyed, and said coldly, "Do you really think you are a saint? I tell you, you are just a substitute for the saint, and you must complete the task according to the instructions of the elder. Don’t move about every table and chair, every plant and tree..."
Jiang Si listened blankly.
Alan was ashamed of talking to herself, her eyes became colder and colder when she looked at her, "Have you heard what I said?"
Jiang Si poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Why girl Alan is so irritated, have a cup of tea to calm her anger and talk to me."
Because it is necessary to maintain the illusion that the saint Assan is alive, all expenses here are the same as when the saint was alive.
The tea in the teapot on the table was still warm, still a good scented tea.
Alan Liu raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "Who made you drink tea? Did you not hear a word of what I said just now—"
The following words stopped abruptly, and the cup of warm tea in Jiang Si's hand poured all over Alan's face.
The tea leaves her face, and the tea drips down her fair and beautiful face, looking at her in embarrassment.
At that moment, Alan forgot to react and stared at Jiang Si blankly.
Jiang Si Shiran put the empty teacup back on the table, and said without hurries: "I have said that drinking a cup of tea will reduce the fire, but Miss Alan doesn't give face, so I have to do it for you."
I wanted to do this a long time ago!
In my previous life, I always felt that I was the master of others, and I needed to be a low-key person. In the end, I didn't breathe that much. I felt useless when I thought about it.
Alan then reacted and pointed at Jiang like, "You, are you crazy?"
Jiang Si didn't move, sitting on the chair and looking up at Alan.
Obviously, Alan was condescending, but his momentum stabilized the opponent.
Jiang Si simply leaned on the back of the chair with a lazy appearance: "Did Miss Alan have not figured out the situation? Your elder invited me to come. Your clan asks me instead of me. What saint!"
Alan's face turned pale suddenly, and she trembled with anger: "You, how dare you insult the saint--"
"Insult the saint?" Jiang Si raised his eyebrows, his tone was as cold as ice, "Isn't it you who yelled at the saint now?"
Alan was startled by the question, and then became angry: "But you are obviously false—"
Jiang Si sneered and got up and slammed the door open: "Then you stand outside and shout, say that someone is pretending to be a saint, let your people blast me out of this fake saint."
Alan paled with fright, hurriedly closed the door, and then pressed his back against the door, and said in fear: "What are you doing? Do you know the consequences if the wind leaks?"
Jiang Si took a deep look at Alan and smiled sweetly: "No matter what the consequences, what does it have to do with me as a Da Zhou?"
Asking a rhetorical question, Alan did not speak for a long time.
Jiang Si looked like a smile but not a smile: "So Girl Alan figured out the situation now?"
"I, I—" just warned the woman in front of me not to be proud of the same as the saint girl, so as not to think of something that was missing, and the other party was running out of strength to fight back. Alan's throat seemed to be stuffed. Cotton was choked to speak.
Jiang Si simply walked to the bamboo bed and sat down, leaning on the head of the bed and indifferently instructed: "If you want to understand, go and wash your face, and remember a little."
"What?" Alan asked subconsciously.
"I will be this saint for a day, so you can be honest with me, or I won't do it."