In the empty hall.

The dim light reflected the old face of the high priest.

Those vertical pupils stared at Wang Han.

Wang Han's chrysanthemums trembled in shock.

Wang Han calmed down and stared at the high priest. After observing for a while, Wang Han became confused.

This old man's vertical pupils seemed to be different from those Wang Han had seen before.

But for a moment I couldn't tell what the difference was.

The high priest waved to Wang Han, "Come here."

Wang Han thought for a while and walked towards the high priest.

He stopped two meters away from the high priest.

The high priest waved his dove stick and placed a futon in front of Wang Han.

"sit!"

Wang Han sat down generously.

"What's it called?" the high priest asked.

Wang Han said without thinking.

"Xiang Feng!"

The high priest smiled and said, "To be honest, there is no need to lie to me."

After looking at each other for a long time, Wang Han was silent for a moment.

"Okay, my name is...Liu Yuhu."

The high priest shook his head and smiled, "That's all! Since you don't want to reveal your name, I won't ask further questions."

As he spoke, the high priest slowly leaned forward, put his dove stick on Wang Han's shoulder, and once again drew Wang Han towards him.

The distance between the two people is less than one meter.

Those cold vertical pupils stared at Wang Han.

suddenly.

The high priest struck Wang Han with a palm strike!

In desperation, Wang Han's eyes turned into vertical pupils and he struck out with a palm.

Take advantage of the opportunity to retreat.

The high priest's vertical pupils stared at Wang Han's vertical pupils.

The long laughter came from the mouth of the high priest again.

The high priest stood up slowly, leaning on his dove staff.

He stood up tremblingly, turned sideways, and moved out of the place where he was sitting just now.

"You sit here."

Wang Han didn't know why, and stared at the high priest warily, wondering what the old man was up to.

The high priest smiled as if he was telling a story, "Here, before the high priests of each generation pass away, they will tell an ancient story to the next generation of high priests. That story is both a legend and a prophecy.

Our ancestors once encountered unspeakable catastrophes. When the tribe was exterminated, a man appeared and turned the tide and saved our tribe.

Before the benefactor left, he informed the king of my generation.

If one day, a young foreigner with vertical pupils comes here, it will prove that the world will face an unprecedented catastrophe, and that young man will be the one who can turn the tide in this catastrophe. Our clan must

You must fully cooperate with him and listen to his instructions.

Before he left, he left a prophecy.

Asura descends, darkness fills the sky, and hell fire lotus reappears in the world.

The sound of Abi Sanskrit, the Bodhisattva hanging upside down, the savior of the world will forever dominate the world."

The high priest's tone was calm and vicissitudes of life. Wang Han was stunned when he heard the last two sentences.

Aren’t these two sentences the same prophecies I heard when I was in Tibet?

As he spoke, the high priest arranged his clothes and bent down to salute Wang Han.

"Yang Chunlai, the 157th generation high priest of Tianpengque, met the clan envoy in the human world.

Our clan... is at the mercy of the clan envoy!"

The high priest held the dove staff in both hands and bent down towards Wang Han. His already stooped back looked even droopier.

Wang Han looked at the high priest.

I went through what the Zhen clan envoy said just now in my mind.

Wang Han quickly thought of the person Yang Chunlai mentioned who had been here before.

Imperial Master Qiu Chi!

But then I thought about it, and the timeline didn't seem to match up.

One in BC and one in AD.

How did these two people overlap?

Wang Han quickly thought of another possibility.

Many people have met Wang Han and asked him more than once why he is still alive.

Wang Han had a bold guess in his mind.

Oh shit!

My head feels so itchy!

I feel like I have to grow a brain!

His eyes were fixed on the high priest again.

"How are you sure that I am that person? I am not the only one with erect pupils." Wang Han asked.

The high priest still bent over and said with a smile, "We can sense that the previous generation of high priests told me before he died that we will be in awe when we see the real envoy of the clan."

Wang Han looked at the high priest, "I don't think you looked in awe when you did it just now."

The high priest then smiled and said, "We only respect the clan envoys who have erect pupils! I think you should know that our clan has had a fanatical respect for people with strange pupils since ancient times! The first king of our clan, Cancong, was born with strange pupils!

"

Wang Han stared at the high priest's vertical pupils. The high priest leaned on the crutches and tried to stand up straighter, as if he had read through Wang Han's thoughts.

"Our vertical pupils are innate, not acquired. Any unborn child here will receive the blessings of the ancestors. If the child is born with vertical pupils, he will be the next generation.

priest."

Wang Han finally understood what was different, and his thoughts gradually returned to the topic he just talked about, "How much do you know about that catastrophe?"

The high priest shook his head and said, "We don't know anything. We only know that when the Zhen clan envoys appeared here, the disaster had already surfaced, and the person who unleashed the disaster had already come to the world and was dormant in the dark."

The same words again.

Yang Chunlai sat down tremblingly, leaning on his dove stick, breathing heavily, as if his end was imminent.

He smiled at Wang Han and said, "I'm getting older. Don't make fun of me. My legs and feet are inconvenient. Please go out and help me call Yang Huhuan, the head of Yangjia Village. Please."

Wang Han smiled at Yang Chunlai.

Turn around and walk towards the outside of the hall.

Walk to the entrance of the main hall.

Wang Han suddenly turned around.

The high priest is staring here.

Two pairs of vertical pupils looked at each other in the dark hall.

They all smiled at each other.

Wang Han returned to his original state and left the hall.

Everyone outside looked at Wang Han.

The expressions are different.

Wang Han was found intact.

Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo were jumping up and down, "What's going on? Why didn't the high priest kill him?"

After Ma Sitong saw that Wang Han was okay, he immediately ran over and wanted to hold Wang Han's arm.

Wang Han smiled and said, "It's okay, the high priest has cured my eyes."
To be continued...