klisemfg Chapter 529 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 2
Chapter 529 Miao Holy Son x Miao Priest 2
He instinctively knew this was the person he was looking for.
The person the old priest hid.
He lingered as he walked through the crowd.
Amidst the clamor of the world, this child is the only one who is truly alone.
The surroundings were filled with the cries and concerns of parents, mixed with the pain of parting.
They felt sorry for their own child, but not one of them gave the child any love.
They tacitly maintained a distance from the child.
The boy seemed to have been abandoned by the world.
Shen Juan walked up to the boy and stood in front of him, looking the child over.
The boy felt someone standing in front of him, so he shrank back, but still didn't look up.
It looks just like a turtle that always hides itself in its shell.
Shen Juan squatted down, offering a kind smile.
"Why are you here all alone? Where are your parents? Where are the elders from your village?"
The boy suddenly looked up. His face was so thin it was almost unrecognizable, and his eyes took up a third of his small face. His clean, doe-like eyes were the purest snow color, and they were wide open in surprise, as if he hadn't expected anyone to talk to him.
But then, realizing something in an instant, he raised his hand to cover his eyes haphazardly, quickly lowered his head, and kept apologizing.
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look at you."
He spoke haltingly, as if he was about to cry.
The commotion they made attracted everyone's attention.
Children are invisible, but the new priest's favor is the focus of everyone's attention.
As he spoke, the surroundings fell silent, and dozens of eyes were fixed on him.
Shen Juan, however, did not care at all.
He had long been used to the feeling of being stared at wherever he went.
The child, however, felt very uncomfortable.
The moment all eyes turned to her, she gripped her clothes tightly on her knees, her head almost buried in them, her whole body tense and frightened.
Shen Juan patiently asked again, "Where are your parents and the people in the village?"
The child answered this time, but his voice was muffled:
"Without parents, everyone in the village has left."
Shen Juan was slightly surprised, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes, and she couldn't help but lean forward slightly.
"Would you like to come with me?"
He smiled and reached out his hand to the child in front of him, the silver ornaments on his wrist jingling melodiously.
The child suddenly shrank back, raising his eyes with a look of wariness and disgust, but then lowered his head again in the next instant, as if the murderous intent he felt just moments before was merely an illusion.
His body trembled, showing clear resistance and fear.
Shen Juan seemed to be determined to challenge the child in front of her, still stubbornly reaching out her hand, her gentle smile remaining unchanged.
The person in charge of the village stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Priest, these children were sent from various villages to be nurtured as holy sons and daughters. It is against the rules for you to take them away."
Shen Juan glanced at him lightly, but her voice was unusually calm, "Do you think you know better than me how to cultivate a holy son?"
The person in charge felt a tremor in his heart and lowered his head even further, saying, "I dare not."
"I feel a connection with this child, so I'll take him with me. Any objections?"
Shen Juan didn't spare the steward another glance, and forcefully grabbed the child's arm.
Seeing that Shen Juan was about to take the person away, the person in charge stepped forward to stop Shen Juan.
"Priest, this is really against the rules."
If one person is missing today, the clan elders will hold him accountable.
If this child is taken away by Shen Juan, then the village of that child must select another child to send.
Who would want their own child to do something so dangerous?
In their Miao region, no holy son or daughter has emerged for a hundred years.
Nearly a century of training has resulted in the deaths of every single generation.
Chen Juan paused in her steps.
He swept his gaze around without a trace of warmth, his eyes landing on the person in charge, his voice light yet brooking no argument.
“You’re talking to me about rules, so let’s discuss the rules. If someone comes forward to claim this child, I will keep them.”
The force pulling on Shen Juan's side instantly tightened.
Shen Juan gave him a reassuring look.
The person in charge immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
He naturally knew which village the child came from; the people from that village had just greeted him and left.
Where can we find people now?
No one expected that this bastard would be favored by the priest.
There was silence.
Those who come to attend the funeral may leave first, but those from each village who are sending off the future holy son and daughter must hand them over to the person in charge before they can leave.
And now, it's the last chance.
Usually, it's the parents who bring these children, and even if they don't have parents, someone from the village will accompany them.
Leaving early is, to put it more seriously, disrespectful to the Son of God.
After all, every child here has the potential to become a saint or a saint.
No one responded.
Shen Juan smiled, then fixed her gaze on the person in charge, her expression devoid of any warmth. "You're from Xizhai, aren't you? I remember you were one of the people promoted from Xizhai, right?"