"You are the one who wants to repay kindness?"

The right priest looked at the Chantijun who was kneeling on one knee at the bottom of the steps, and lazily reached out to let the brightly dressed snake-cooking maids clean his nails, but their tone was not without majesty. They raised their eyelids slightly and said, "But why don't I recognize you?"

"Reply to the words of Master Saizi." Li Buzhuo's eyes only raised to the toes of the right monk. "I was ordered to go a hundred miles away to build a city. I was seriously injured in the previous disaster and lost my memory. Master Wu Huan happened to be in the city, and was very kind and gave me medicine to hurt me, and helped me find my wife and children again. The people of the country are low in their rank and dare not disturb the master. They can only ask for the merciful master Saizi to present a treasure I got from the border to repay this kindness."

"So that's it... You are very lucky to get the help of the high priest." The right priest gently rubbed his temples with his left hand, and he was not very interested in the so-called treasures of Li Buzhuo. A tiny piece of cake, even if he sacrificed his life, what good things can he get? I think it was just a treasure of the poor people. He waved his left hand, "I will give you your kindness to repay the favor on behalf of the high priest, and send the things to the warehouse. You can leave."

Li Buzhuo heard the contempt of the right sacrificial son and frowned secretly. The six lower tribes wanted to disobey the superior's will and were very rude, but when they retreated, they came in vain. They were slightly brewing in their hearts and said in a suppressed tone: "I want to present this treasure to Lord Saizi with my own hands."

"Huh?" The right priest raised his eyebrows, his tone with a hint of anger.

The female snake cultivator who was trimming his nails on the side breathed and felt the air suddenly heavier.

The cultivation level of the Right Sacrifice is not lower than that of the innate perfection... Li Buzhuo suddenly realized the foundation of the Right Sacrifice, lowered his head, and trembled with depression and fear.

After a long time, sweat dripped from Li Buzhuo's forehead, and a piece of green mark was wet on the ground.

"I haven't seen such a bold citizen for a long time." The right priest shook his head and chuckled, "Come on, present your treasure and let me see it."

"Please take a look at it by Lord Saizi." Li Buzhuo took out a piece of coarse cloth strip that was one foot long in his arms and raised his hands above his head.

The right priest pointed his chin at the female snake cultivator. The female snake cultivator stepped forward to get a coarse cloth strip, opened it in front of the right priest, revealing one of the daggers.

"Huh?" The Right Jizi looked moved.

The dagger is about one foot long, the sword body is as white as frost, and the steel pattern is like bird feathers. The Cangwu world is scarce, and there are few blacksmiths with exquisite craftsmanship. The forging technique of this dagger is enough to make people amazed.

The word "pear blossom" on the sword also made the right Shizi recognize at a glance that the sword did not come from the Cangwu realm, but from Fuli, who was fighting with Cangwu.

Fuli's sword and armor became an excellent collection that the six upper tribes in the Cangwu Realm have been sought after by many months. What's more, the craftsmanship of this sword is probably not common in Fuli, but...

"Look up at me." The Right Saint-zi stared at Li Buzhuo, "Where did you get this short sword?"

"Sir," Li Buzhuo's Adam's apple moved, and replied honestly and fearlessly, "When I was ordered to move the city bricks half a month ago, suddenly sand and stones flew. The treasure was blown from the west by the wind, and it was inserted a few steps away from me. At that time, I saw the treasure beautiful, and I was greedy, so I buried it under the city, wanting to take it for myself, and even didn't hand it over to the high priest..."

Speaking of this, Li Buzhuo hurriedly lowered his head: "The people of the country are guilty and have become greedy. I beg you to ask Lord Saizi to punish me."

It turned out that it was the storm. The right priest's doubts disappeared. The day pillar was shocked a few days ago, and the storm caused was destroyed and even made people fly hundreds of miles away. It would not be surprising if this sword was said to have flew from the enemy camp. It is more likely that it was something seized by a six-departed clan, but it was lost in the wind, which made the Chantien.

"You can correct mistakes and do great things. You did a good job." The Right Sacred Zi was very happy and began to like Li Buzhuo. Thanks to this Chenti's failure to hand over the sword to the high priest, he was just a good deal for him. Although the Right Sacred Zi was in equal status, as the Right Sacred Zi, he was in the hands of the six lower tribes, no matter how strict he was, how many benefits could he get? This dagger was really an unexpected surprise.

"The people in the lower world dare not." Li Buzhuo lowered his head and felt relieved. He pretended to have amnesia, but he remembered that the place where the dagger was buried was actually a flaw. But the sacrificial son was indeed not afraid of being alert to a sixth tribe, and safely accepted the bribe.

The right priest pressed the handle of the dagger and said, "I will keep this dagger for the time being. I will present it to the high priest when I have the chance in the future. Although the lower realm is inferior, the forging skills are not bad. If you have the merits of offering treasures, you should be rewarded. If you come, you will get ten gold to give it to him."

Cangwu, gold and stone Xuque, gold and silver are only qualified to use by the upper six tribes. The lower six tribes used paper money. The right monk said that the gift of ten gold was actually ten kilograms of brass, but for a lower six tribe, the reward was very generous.

Li Buzhuo said, "Please take back the reward, Lord Saizi."

"Hmm?" The Right Sachizi frowned.

Li Buzhuo hurriedly said, "If the people in the country can save their lives, they have already received the blessings of the Six Pillars. How dare they receive rewards? I only wish that they can be chosen as spiritual people and worship the Six Pillars gods during the Wuzhi sacrifice, and that they are already satisfied."

"Oh? It turns out that you asked me to see me for this."

The right sacrificial son pondered for a moment. The seventy-two cities and towns had to worship the pillar of Wuzhi every three months. Naturally, the above six tribes were the main ones, and the lower six tribes were of low origin and could not even touch the sacrifices. They only had the opportunity to kneel down at the pillar of Wuzhi. However, being able to participate in the sacrifice is of great significance to the lower six tribes. In order to distinguish these lower six tribes from other lower six tribes, they were called "spiritual people".

Spirituals must remain clean. They must not go to the house during the sacrifice period, nor do they engage in all the lowly work of the lower six tribes. The only thing they can do is to clean up the pillars of the rank of the rank, which is very hard and somewhat dangerous. It seems that this person who is truly a devout worship of the gods of the six tribes. It is not an exaggeration to have such a wish.

Thinking of this, the Right Sacrifice nodded. As the Right Sacrifice, the Spirit Man was fully arranged by him and said, "Since you are so pious, I will agree to your wish. The person who comes, take him to take him to bathe and then send him to the Pillar of Wuzhi."
Chapter completed!