I am God Chapter 131: :Student

The capital of Anjo was renamed Anjo City, and it was no longer the capital of a kingdom.

However, this place is still one of the most important cities of the Henir dynasty. The complex and intertwined underground rivers centered on this place have fed the people of Xiyin Sai in cities, towns, and villages one after another.

At the same time, Henir also placed the Ice Temple here, which shows that he attaches great importance to this place.

Sang De'an stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by people coming and going.

There are caravans of people dragging trailers passing by in groups, some nobles imitate priests wearing gorgeous burqas, and luxury shops selling gold and silverware on the roadside are installing glass and oil lamps, attracting people There was a large crowd of people watching.

In the previous troll disaster, almost half of Anjo City was destroyed, leaving only a ruined wall.

It is hard to imagine that a few years later, with the ritual power brought by Sand'an, the city will regain its new glory.

Moreover, the prosperity is greater than ever.

Sang De'an looked up at the stone statue erected at the crossroads. It was a picture of a person blocking in front of the terrifying desert worm.

Student Haru asked him: "Who is that!"

Sang De'an's eyes are full of nostalgia: "The second generation of saints—Stantito."

When the troll natural disaster occurred in the capital of Anjo, the second-generation saint Stantito saved many people. The surviving city residents and merchants cast such a statue for him to commemorate his past. act of kindness.

Sang Dean came here because he wanted to see the places where Santito had been.

And now that he had finished watching, he turned and walked out of the city through the crowd.

Haru chased after him: "Sir Sanderan, aren't we going to stay here?"

Sang Dean shook his head: "This is not suitable."

Under the shadow of the bustling city, a small town outside the city.

This place is dilapidated, barren, and full of homeless people.

The people who live here are all poor people at the lowest level, and they can't even enter the gate of Anjo City.

Because the city tax is also an expensive price for them.

All the prosperity in Anjo City has nothing to do with them, and there is no trace of the power of the ceremony coming here.

Sang Dean and Haru passed by here, ready to go to the seaside from here.

It had just rained in the morning, and pairs of hungry eyes looked at the two people on both sides of the muddy street.

Facing that look, Haru was a little scared, and hid behind Sang De'an.

Following a loud shout: "My lord priest, I have eaten."

These people immediately swarmed like a swarm of insects, rushing towards a certain corner of the town.

Sang Dean followed curiously, and saw a young man with a few companions distributing a kind of black plaster to the poor.

He immediately recognized that it was the black ointment made by the Ice Temple. It was the thing that was left when the priests of the spirit world filtered the seawater through rituals to make a large amount of ice.

It is made of plankton and tiny worms in the sea water. Of course, those high-ranking nobles would not like this kind of thing, and no one would think that this kind of thing can be eaten.

Sang De'an knows the essence of this kind of thing, and also knows that there must be no problem in eating it.

Although it is as hard as a stone and very unpalatable, soaking it in water is very filling.

The priest probably brought the black ointment from the Ice Temple in the city and distributed it to these people as food.

The poor people talked to the young priest while holding things, as if everyone here knew him very well.

"When will you become the official priest of the Ice Temple!"

"Lan En! You must become the biggest big shot in the future!"

"That's right, I want to become the High Priest of the Ice Temple!"

The boy named Lan En smiled but did not speak.

Sang De'an waited until everything was over, stepped forward and asked the boy: "Are you the resident priest of this town?"

The young man took a look at the two people, one big and one small, and they didn't look like tramps.

"I am the priest here!"

"Is there anything you can do?"

Sang De'an asked him: "You should be able to work in the temples of big cities, even if you can't enter the Ice Temple in Anjo City, you can go to other prosperous places."

"How can I be a resident priest in a small town here, and be with a group of poor people who have no fishing grounds and no way to enter the workshop."

The young priest didn't like this man's presumptuousness: "I like my hometown, can't I?"

Sang De'an: "No matter how poor you are from, you will change if your status changes."

"The more people get rich suddenly, the more afraid others will know about their miserable past, isn't it like this?"

"You should get out of here."

Young priest: "Maybe this is normal, but it makes people feel uncomfortable."

"I don't like this, at least not right now."

Sang De'an nodded. Some priests abandoned everything in the past once they became prosperous, while others still missed their past life.

Some are noble and some are base.

Sang Dean has seen a lot, and gradually understands.

No matter what the opponent is, the appearance of more and more spiritual priests will change the world.

Whether he is greedy, noble, or willing to be mediocre, he will be a part of changing the world.

The ones that hinder the advancement of civilization are those old priest families who stick to themselves.

Knowledge will not advance because of self-preservation, but truth will only gradually become clear because knowledge spreads more and more widely.

For example, people like young people, if everyone like him can learn systematic knowledge of divine arts and possess advanced knowledge of priests in the spirit world.

He can easily change the current appearance of his hometown.

Perhaps, this is what the second generation of saints really want to see.

Sang De'an probed the talent of the young man with divine magic: "You are very talented. With your awakened bloodline concentration, you should have the opportunity to become a priest of the spirit world. Doesn't anyone in the Ice Temple take a fancy to you?"

Lan spread his hands: "I want to enter the Ice Temple to study, but I have no money."

And he hasn't said that there are some things that you can't learn even if you have money.

You also have to be from a prominent priestly family, or even a specific one.

How could Sang De'an not know the tricks in it, and it was this young priest who made Sang De'an completely firm in his belief in starting the academy.

"Come with me!"

"I can teach you magic, and I don't charge you money, and I don't need you to have any noble blood."

The boy looked at Sunderan as if he had seen a ghost: "You?"

Sang De'an stretched out his hand, and the soil on the ground suddenly gathered and turned into a stone in his hand.

The simple change stunned the young man.

"You didn't draw a ritual array, how could you use the power of miracles?"

Sang De'an shook his head: "This is not the power of miracles, it has no way to create and manufacture miracles on a large scale."

"This is the advanced power of wisdom and power, the existence above the priests of the spirit world."

The young priest was a little dazed: "What can I do if I follow you?"

Sang De'an: "I don't want you to leave your hometown to enjoy the life that a priest should have."

"I will teach you how to use power. After you learn it in the future, you can bring hope to your hometown. You can change everything here."

"You can bring food from the Ice Temple, but how long can this kind of thing last?"

"Your hard work can't change anything."

The young man looked at the two people in front of him, a strange but powerful priest, and an ignorant and timid child.

Suddenly, he saw a slave brand on the neckline of the priest's burqa.

He immediately vaguely guessed who was in front of him.

Lan En's voice became trembling: "Who the **** are you?"

Sunderan: "Who am I?"

He smiled and pointed in the direction of Anjo City.

"Have you seen the stone statue in Anjo City?"

"I am his student."

"If you want, you can also be my student."

Lan En's eyes changed completely, he knelt in front of Sang Dean: "I am willing to follow you, teacher!"