"Sir, here's your noodles!"
"Thank you!"
Under the flattered gaze of the other party, Moyan began to slurp the ramen in big mouthfuls.
The noodles were chewy, and the broth was thick and white bone broth. Together with seaweed and dried shrimps, the noodles tasted delicious.
No ordinary citizen dared to come within ten meters of Mo Yan, but that did not stop them from looking at Mo Yan with respect and envy from afar.
The reason for that was the Magical Beast Heruga lying beside Mo Yan's feet.
Yes, after finding out the Magical Beast Envoy's position in Pearl City, Mo Yan did not mind revealing a part of his power for the sake of convenience.
However, he was not a local Magical Beast Envoy that the locals were familiar with. His sudden appearance would definitely attract the attention of others.
But at that moment, a small scale Magical Beast attack suddenly occurred in Pearl City.
At the critical moment, Mo Yan sent out Heruga to save one of the Magical Beast Envoys who was in danger. He also took the opportunity to join the circle of Magical Beast Envoys in Pearl City.
At the same time, Mo Yan, the Magical Beast Envoy who owned the Hellhound Heruga, quickly became a hot topic among the residents of Pearl City and became famous.
After finishing his noodles, Mo Yan placed a few copper coins that he had exchanged for two days ago on the table and stood up to leave. Heruga beside him quickly stood up and followed him.
Behind him, the noodle shop owner kept the copper coins as if they were treasures. The onlookers were envious.
Those were copper coins given by the Magical Beast Envoy!
Mo Yan shook his head secretly. There were too few Magical Beast Envoys in this era, and because of the power of the Magical Beast Envoys, the entire group had been deified.
Paying for a meal was a matter of course, but to the Magical Beast Envoys, eating your noodles had become their glory.
After Mo Yan left, many people rushed into the noodle shop just to sit where Mo Yan was sitting and eat a bowl of noodles like Mo Yan.
What a crazy era!
Walking out of the shop, before Mo Yan could decide where to go next, he saw a young novice monk in a kasaya running towards him.
"Envoy Mo Yan! Envoy Mo Yan! "
The little novice monk foolishly waved at him, afraid that Mo Yan would not see him and was looking for him.
Although this was not the first time Mo Yan had seen this little novice monk, he still felt as if it had been a lifetime.
Because the young novice monk in front of him was exactly the same as the young novice monk beside Abbot Mingguang in the new Ling Ling Pagoda several hundred years later!
Bright eyes, white teeth, delicate features, Mo Yan could only use these words to describe him.
However, after spending two days together, Mo Yan could still tell that there were some differences in their personalities.
The little novice monk beside Abbot Mingguang was shy and introverted. He was a little shota who had not seen much of the world.
On the other hand, the young novice monk in front of him was not only good-looking, but he also had to frequently participate in the sacrificial ceremonies of the Bell Tower and receive visitors, so he was more outgoing and cheerful.
Beside him was a novice monk's special companion, the magical beast Trumpet Sprout.
As for the person Mo Yan saved two days ago, it was naturally him.
"Envoy Mo Yan, the sacrificial ceremony of the Bell Tower is about to begin today. Abbot Mingguang asked me to invite you to attend the ceremony. At that time, you might even be able to receive the Phoenix King's blessings!"
The little novice monk was very enthusiastic and chattered non-stop.
Mo Yan thought to himself, 'I was brought to this damned place by the Phoenix King, and I still want to receive its blessings here.'
What a joke.
However, Mo Yan who had nothing to do did not refuse. After being here for so many days, he still had no clue about the Phoenix King's test. He could only try his best to find clues.
Since the little novice monk in front of him looked exactly the same as the people from several hundred years later, perhaps there was something special about him?
He arrived at the Bell Tower, which was the Scorched Tower that was later burned down but not rebuilt.
Under the guidance of the little novice monk, Mo Yan successfully entered the Bell Tower.
It was different from the dilapidated Scorched Tower in the future. The current Bell Tower was a cauldron of voices with endless streams of visitors.
The beams, windows, pavilions, terraces, and pavilions were all engraved with the Phoenix King's design. It was magnificent and exquisite.
Unfortunately, in the end, it would all turn into charcoal in the fire.
"Envoy Mo Yan, please come this way!"
The little novice monk led Mo Yan all the way to the eighth floor of the Bell Tower. Further up was the altar where the Phoenix King was enshrined, the core of the Bell Tower.
However, as an outsider, Mo Yan did not have the qualifications to go up. The reason why he was able to come to the eighth floor was because he saved the little novice monk, giving him a chance to experience it.
Luckily, the Bell Tower was designed to be hollow. As long as Mo Yan raised his head, he could faintly see the Phoenix King's sculpture on the altar.
"Envoy Mo Yan, please wait here for a moment. The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. If you sincerely pray to the Phoenix King, you might be able to receive the Phoenix King's blessings."
The little novice monk whispered a few words, as if he had something to do, and hurriedly left.
Mo Yan sat cross-legged on the best seat on the eighth floor. The elf was waiting for the sacrificial ceremony to begin. Beside him, Heruga was still lying on the ground, resting with its eyes closed.
As for the Geng Gui, it was still hidden in his shadow. As for Soroilhac, because it could already perfectly transform into a human, other than not being able to speak, it would not be exposed.
Therefore, Mo Yan directly let it move around freely. With its nimble movements, it might be able to discover some hidden secrets.
After a while, other visitors came to the eighth floor of the Bell Tower one after another.
When they saw Heruga beside Mo Yan, they all moved away and chose to sit far away from Mo Yan.
However, there were only so many seats, and Heruga did not take a seat. The visitors who came later inevitably began to get closer to Mo Yan.
Mo Yan turned a blind eye to this. After so many days, he was already used to the gazes of ordinary people.
After a long time, aside from the empty seats to Moyan's left, right, and back, the rest of the seats were filled with people. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly as they looked at Moyan and his magical beast, Haeruga.
Although they knew that magical beast envoys did not dare to cause trouble in the Bell Tower, knowing was one thing, and not being afraid was another.
Just when Mo Yan thought that the sacrificial ceremony was about to begin, three people suddenly came in from the entrance of the eighth floor.
Suddenly, there was a commotion behind him. Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and turned to look. He saw three magical beast envoys arrive at the same time, and then sat down around him.
Mo Yan's heart tightened. He almost thought that they were here to look for him, but the sacrificial ceremony had already begun …
Dong! Dong dong! Dong dong dong dong …
The bell rang nine times in a row, and the originally quiet Bell Tower instantly quieted down. Everyone who participated in the sacrificial ceremony got ready and put on a pious expression.
The three magical beast envoys beside Mo Yan were no exception. They put their palms together and looked up at the Phoenix King statue with unusual solemnity.
Following that, the abbot, monks, and acolytes on the ninth floor of the Bell Tower all began to chant in unison.
The Buddhist scriptures spread throughout the Bell Tower. Although their voices were not loud, everyone could hear them clearly.
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