Chapter 466: Priest Bataer's Prayer, Jier's New Discovery in Meditation

Priest Bataer silently recited the long, lengthy hymn. As the most basic skill for a priest, this long poem, which had once given his younger self a headache, could now be recited by him anytime and anywhere.

As he closed his eyes to recite, concentrating his spirit, all the ambient sounds of the environment gradually faded away.

Except for the rustling sound of leaves colliding.

And in his pitch-black field of vision, a point of light appeared before his eyes.

At first it was faint, then it gradually grew stronger.

The priest was no longer surprised; when people piously recite these long prayer hymns, the image of the corresponding deity appears in their spiritual world.

At the very beginning, they are all blurry, like a bright spot, but with the repetition of recitation day and night, this image gradually becomes clear. The image of the deity seen in everyone's heart is different, but once the image becomes clear, it will not change thereafter.

Sometimes, priests and pious believers receive some guidance from the image in their hearts at such times; most of the guidance is vague, but some guidance is accurate and direct.

The former, in many cases, is merely the deity occasionally noticing the person praying and bestowing a slight blessing. The latter, however, is mostly the deity noticing the person praying and specifically resolving the troubles and problems encountered by the praying priests and believers.

Previously, after the Changmai Village tragedy occurred, Priest Bataer received direct guidance from the God of Agriculture during his sorrowful prayers, leading him to travel all the way until he finally reached the God of Agriculture parish in Mengtuoka City, where he waited for the arrival of the warrior Jier from the south.

At this moment, what appeared in Priest Bataer's spiritual world was different from what he had felt during his prayers in the past.

It was not the cyan color of the God of Agriculture's Divine Power, nor was it the image of the God of Agriculture as the learned and wise old priest that Priest Bataer had seen in the past.

Instead, it was a young man with both hands raised toward the sky, who had a head of emerald green hair and wore a capable brown Robe, walking slowly from the distance of his spiritual world.

Priest Bataer, however, was not afraid, nor was he surprised.

Because he was concentrating on his Prayer; wasn't he waiting for this very scene?

"Is it Big Tree Bio? I am seeking communication with you; I didn't expect that focused Prayer would really be effective," Priest Bataer said with a sigh.

The young man with green hair spoke, his voice clear, but accompanied by a rustling sound like leaves flapping: "I have also been trying to find a way to communicate with you. Young priest, I have seen you here more than once."

There was some annoyance and regret in the young man's voice; he looked at Priest Bataer and shook his head incessantly.

"Yes, yes. Every time I pass by Big Tree Village, I come over to talk to Priest Feilina for a couple of days, because we are classmates who once served as apprentices under the same Old Priest, learning how to develop believers in the Village and increase local crop yields."

Priest Bataer hurriedly explained.

"Not a frank young man, you clearly like that poor child Feilina, don't you?"

"I don't, I didn't, Priest Feilina is so outstanding, she deserves to have higher achievements. As for me, I am just an ordinary Village Priest. I have not thought about a union with Priest Feilina; besides, a union between a priest and a priest requires the consent of the regional Church Dean, which is very difficult," Priest Bataer hurriedly explained aloud in his spiritual world.

"Is that so. But have you thought about it, the Priest Feilina you trust, she never thought that I found a way to steal your Sacred Artifact. And you, why did you follow along and suspect that I did it? And why did you force a big tree to open its mouth to answer your questioning? How can a big tree open its mouth to speak?"

The voice of Big Tree Bio gradually carried emotion; although its speaking voice at this time was still calm and full of wisdom, anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in the words. Especially in a situation where Priest Bataer had also once been taught some knowledge of planting wheat by it as a favor.

Priest Bataer was not only ungrateful but also suspected it, and even forced a big tree to open its mouth to respond; this was simply an arrogant insult.

Now Priest Bataer felt embarrassed; he believed in Priest Feilina's judgment, but he also believed very much in the judgment of the warrior Jier who accompanied him, due to various events along the way.

"Uh, please calm your anger, I am very sorry for suspecting you."

Priest Bataer hurriedly apologized, and then he explained: "It is mainly because the warrior Jier believes that you are the mastermind behind the Sacred Artifact loss incident, mainly because your Prophecy Poem came at such a coincidental time, and if we fail to find the Sacred Artifact, we have to beg you again, which makes Jier feel that you will ultimately profit from the Sacred Artifact loss incident. Looking at who profits and who is suspicious, Jier's determination that you are the mastermind behind the scenes is not without reason, right? Don't you think so?"

Big Tree Bio, who had been appearing in Priest Bataer's spirit with hands raised to the sky, lowered his hands at this time, folded them across his chest, and sighed: "Is it because of the Prophecy Poem? This was supposed to be help to assist you in finding answers, yet you suspect me because of this. Just because you asked me to explain the Prophecy Poem, I profit, and therefore I am the mastermind behind the scenes? Little Luosa, have I also profited because I taught you the knowledge and techniques of wheat planting?"

"Have I asked you for anything?"

Priest Bataer hurriedly shook his head and replied: "No, no, no, you selflessly taught me, this foolish fellow, the knowledge of wheat planting, which helped me a lot. Not only me, but the Villagers of Changmai Village also increased their grain production significantly because of this, and you also indirectly helped more people. You did not profit from this; on the contrary, I and the many Villagers of Changmai Village obtained visible benefits because of it. And you have never asked me for any reward."

"Not only that, as far as I know, you have never asked anyone for any reward."

The young man in the image of Big Tree Bio nodded: "Yes, because I am a big tree, what I need, what I need to survive, Mother Earth and the Lord of the Sky have already selflessly given me. As for sunlight, since the various races have not unified the deity representing the sun, I do not owe any deity representing the sun."

"Soil, sunlight, rainwater, I am a big tree, even if I am a wise big tree, I only need these things. I have no need for the other things that you Humans need. I provide you with suggestions and bestow knowledge and skills simply because of my selfless kindness."

"Selfless kindness..." Priest Bataer murmured these words. After pondering this sentence for a long while, he suddenly felt a wave of shame.

He felt that being able to obtain the Sacred Artifact bestowed by the God of Agriculture was already beyond his merits, and because of the loss of the Sacred Artifact, to go and suspect a truly selfless and kind wise big tree, he had done even worse.

"I feel ashamed, I am really sorry for suspecting you. I will dissuade the warrior Jier in a moment; I will explain your selflessness to him, as well as the fact that you have no need to steal the Sacred Artifact at all. Yes, what would you need a Sacred Artifact that can continuously flow with wine for? Wine cannot be used to water the ground."

"It is good that you can think this way; you are not a stubborn and stupid person." Big Tree Bio seemed less angry; it raised its hands again and gradually turned to leave.

Seeing this, Priest Bataer hurriedly issued a final inquiry: "Please wait a moment, I want to know, how should I retrieve the lost Sacred Artifact? Please help me one more time! I know this request is very impolite; if you do not answer, I also understand your choice. I will find a way to search again."

The young man image of Big Tree Bio sighed with his back to Priest Bataer's spiritual world, walking further and further away, becoming more and more blurry, but in the end, a voice still came: "Go and ask that stubborn and stupid warrior of the God of Agriculture; let him recall the Prophecy Poem I told him last night. The answer is in it; the answer is on him."

After finishing with a double entendre, the image of Big Tree Bio disappeared completely.

Priest Bataer chewed on the other's words and decided to let the warrior Jier recall the Prophecy Poem that Big Tree Bio gave last night in a moment. Perhaps the key information to retrieve the Sacred Artifact was something they already possessed from the beginning.

Previously suspecting this and suspecting that, they were all just doing useless work.

Jier emptied his thoughts, concentrated his spirit, and tried hard to exclude the various information and news brought to him by his body's various senses.

His tongue no longer transmitted the mixed "taste" of residual wine and unclean mouth.

His nose no longer provided him with the various decaying or fresh smells of the Church building and the soil.

His body no longer provided him with the perception of air pressure and the tiny air currents, as well as the gradual rise in air temperature.

His eyes no longer provided him with clear visual information, leaving only darkness. But Jier, who had undergone Knight Training, had eyes that were too sensitive and could still slightly perceive the flow of blood in the Blood Vessels on his eyelids through the light passing through them.

His ears, however, transmitted various sounds from the surroundings to him without a moment's pause, and Jier tried hard to actively and passively ignore all other sounds by concentrating his spirit and emptying his thoughts.

With his efforts, the surrounding world suddenly became empty.

It seemed that the whole world was left with only Jier himself at this moment.

He could clearly perceive the soreness gradually accumulating after his legs were bent and kneeling, and the orderly activity of his entire lungs and chest cavity after he breathed. He could even clearly perceive how the Spirit Ring replacing his heart in his chest cavity guided the blood, providing them with the driving force to push the blood to flow to all parts of his body.

He could perceive his stomach twisting, seemingly complaining because Jier had not eaten breakfast.

He could perceive the food and wine remaining in his belly and intestines, and how they were digested step by step with the peristalsis of the intestines.

He could perceive his body's skin and the fine hairs on the skin, and how they were receiving touches from the outside world, and how they were discharging sweat to cool down because of the rise in temperature.

The armor worn on his body was binding his body, both protecting it and bringing fatigue and pressure to his body.

Not only that, because Jier had undergone Knight Training, the Life Energy in his body also became clear; it seemed that they, which were not easy to command before, also became as easy to control as an arm during Jier's Meditation.

Jier curiously controlled these Life Energies, gathering them into his bones. Jier immediately felt himself become incomparably solid, as if he would not be smashed to pieces even if he fell from a higher place.

He gathered the Life Energy into his muscles and Tendons, and immediately felt his strength increase greatly; swinging his fist, it seemed he could tear his arm directly. This made him cautious; in the future, when using Life Energy to strengthen physical movement ability, he must strengthen from the inside out, otherwise, only strengthening a part of the body would still cause certain damage to his body.

He gathered the Life Energy into his blood, and after waiting for a while, Jier felt his spirit refreshed, and some places where his body was originally uncomfortable also became incomparably relaxed with the flow of blood rich in Life Energy.

Jier gathered Life Energy onto his skin, immediately insulating himself from the external air pressure, the flow of the wind, and the rise in temperature brought by the sunlight. Jier immediately felt a wave of coolness, as well as a sense of loneliness and peace of mind that came with being completely cut off from the outside world.

Jier attempted to move the Life Energy into his head and the Viscera of his body, but discovered that this was a very delicate operation. Unlike his sturdy and durable muscles, bones, and skin, his Viscera were far too delicate and densely packed with Blood Vessels and nerves; even the slightest infusion of Life Energy made Jier feel physical discomfort.

So he took a step back, using a much smaller amount of Life Energy at a time, passing it in scattered bits through the tiny Blood Vessels and across the surface of the Viscera to gradually enter them.

As one of his organs was gradually and cautiously filled with Life Energy, Jier suddenly had a feeling that his body had undergone some special changes.

After his lungs were carefully infused with Life Energy, Jier found that with a single breath, he could extract all the oxygen from all the air he inhaled. His lung function seemed to have greatly improved; without needing to take deep breaths, he could rely on fewer and faster breaths to satisfy the oxygen requirements for his intense combat.

When he carefully infused Life Energy into his stomach, Jier felt that he could move his stomach at will, allowing it to churn and squeeze the food that entered, and it could also rapidly secrete more stomach acid, accelerating the speed of digestion.

When he carefully infused Life Energy into his liver and spleen, the alcohol accumulated in Jier's body was immediately cleared away by the strengthened Viscera. Jier suddenly became sober.

This discovery made Jier exceptionally happy; haha, this way he reckoned he would never get drunk! But he immediately became unhappy, because when drinking, this process of getting drunk was also one of the joys of drinking.

If one could drink as much as they wanted without feeling drunk, then what significant difference would there be between drinking alcohol and drinking water?

This made Jier feel distressed.

When he carefully infused Life Energy into his two kidneys, Jier could immediately feel that the blood passing through his kidneys became cleaner, the blood became healthier, and his entire body would become healthier as a result.

Subsequently, when Jier intended to move the Life Energy toward his head, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.

The voice was somewhat familiar; it seemed he had heard it not long ago.

"Young Agricultural God Warrior, I advise you to be more cautious when moving your own Life Energy to the precise organs in your head. Unlike the body, any small organ in the head is far more precise and fragile than you imagine."

Jier was startled and 'looked' with his consciousness into the dark, empty environment around him, only to discover that in his mental vision, there was now a young man with green hair.

He immediately recognized him; this was the mental image of Dashu Bi'ao, whom he had been seeking to communicate with.

"I was looking for you!" Jier immediately responded in his consciousness.

"Young man, I have been waiting here since you sent Life Energy into your lungs," the green-haired youth, wearing a brown Robe with his hands raised toward the sky, responded with dissatisfaction.

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