"Secret practice? No problem. No matter which house is in the inner ring, brother Xu Yang will just like him and choose whatever he wants. The selected brother Noso will definitely treat you warmly like entertaining relatives."

Lord Haway laughed.

"No need. But where is the Barbarian Temple in this city? I want to go and take a look." Xu Yang said.

Lord Xiawei was slightly stunned. He knew that the Xuan practitioners from other places did not believe in gods. Why did Xu Yang suddenly want to go to see the Manchu Temple?

However, the Lord of Haway did not think much and said readily: "Okay, I'm fine now, so I'll take you to worship the Barbarian God."

The four ghost generals still returned to the room where they lived in Pingyu to practice. Xu Yang followed the Lord of Xiawei all the way to the inner ring of the Ice and Fire City, the most core area - the Man Temple.

"Why is this place so warm? There is actually a hot spring?" Xu Yang was slightly shocked. He saw a hot pool water, which was extremely clear and still flowing slowly.

How could such a stagnant water flow?

Xu Yang observed intently and finally saw a clue. The water in this pond should connect to the underground river, so the water quality is clear. The flowing water does not rot, and the door hinge does not rot.

In the central area of ​​this hot spring pool, there is a ten-meter-meter-a-round reef covered with a small temple.

"The temples that worship gods should not be larger?" Xu Yang was a little surprised.

"The barbarian god does not need a grand temple or a huge statue. As long as we have a barbarian god in our hearts, he will sense it and bless us, and guide the warriors among us to go to the mana life." Lord Havie replied.

The temple leading to the middle of the pond water is a winding floating bridge, about five feet wide. From time to time, Nosso people come and go, and they should be praying to the barbarian gods.

This is the inner ring, and the residences of all the great warriors and city lords with status. If they are in other cities, lower-class civilians are not allowed to enter and exit at will. On this aspect, it also reflects some of the concepts of the Nosso people, which are indeed more simple than other areas of the Haiyun Shangguo, and there is a feeling that everyone is equal.

Xu Yang and others turned sideways and asked several Nosso people who had finished their worship to come out first, then stepped onto the floating bridge and walked all the way to the temple of the Barbarian Gods.

The temple is ten feet in a radius of 10 meters, but the decorations are very simple. In the middle of the north, there is a portrait of the barbarian god. On the incense table in front of it is a shrine, with a dark statue placed in it.

Other places are relatively empty, with cushions for people to kneel down to the barbarian gods.

The Lord of Havi took Xu Yang forward. He first knelt on the cushion and prayed devoutly to the barbarian god. Then, he stood up and introduced to Xu Yang: "Brother Xu Yang, this is our beloved barbarian god. He saved us Noso people from the ice and snow, and taught us to fight, and we were the ancestors of the Noso people."

Xu Yang looked at the portrait of the barbarian god in a steady state and asked suddenly: "How many years have this barbarian god been hanging?"

The Lord of Havi smiled and said proudly: "No one knows how many years have passed! This statue of the barbarian god is older than the Ice and Fire City. Over the years, the walls of the Ice and Fire City have been damaged countless times, but this portrait has always been like new, without even a trace of dust."

Xu Yang was still looking at the portrait of the Barbarian God with a firm sense of familiarity. This portrait of the Barbarian God was exactly the same as the statue of the ancestor of the Sutra Pavilion in his sects in later generations.

"Lord of Hawei... Have you heard of God Xuantian?" Xu Yang suddenly asked.

"Of course I heard that it is the god you believe in..." Lord Hawei replied casually, "Oh no, sorry, I forgot that you do not believe in gods. God Xuantian should be a strong man who appeared many years ago. I heard many outsiders talk about God Xuantian. Why did you mention this suddenly?"

Xu Yang shook his head silently: "It's nothing... Lord Hawei, I have a reluctant request."

"Brother Xu Yang, don't go around the corner, just say it directly." Lord Xiawei said readily.

"I hope to practice in seclusion in this barbarian temple. The time... is tentatively set for three months. Maybe I will come out in advance." Xu Yang felt that practicing in this barbarian temple should be of great benefit to him.

"Well..." The Lord of Havi City thought for a moment, and then responded: "No problem. I will restrain the other Nosso people and ask them not to worship the barbarian gods again during the three months, so as not to disturb Brother Xu Yang's practice."

"Thank you so much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," said Xu Yang.

"Haha, it's okay. I said that we Noso people don't pay attention to form. Someone wants to worship the barbarian gods, but they don't have time to come to the barbarian temple. What should I do? He is like this..."

Lord Havie drew a circle on the ground, and knelt down on one knee, murmured and prayed: "Dear, the barbarian god! May you watch my way forward and let victory always accompany me."

"This...is OK?" Xu Yang felt his eyes wide open.

"Of course, as long as there is a barbarian god in your heart and a pious mind, the barbarian god will be blessed." Lord Hawei smiled.

Xu Yang nodded. Then the Lord of Hawei went out and sent people to bring beef, mutton, jerky, milk and wine and other food, which was enough for Xu Yang to eat for three months. After that, the Lord of Hawei informed the whole city and ordered people to close the temple of the Barbarian Gods.

Xu Yang walked around the temple of the Barbarian God and found nothing special. Only a portrait of the Barbarian God was hanging high. What surprised Xu Yang was that no matter which direction Xu Yang was walking, the eyes of the Barbarian God's portrait seemed to be looking at Xu Yang.

Deep, broad, compassionate... Xu Yang could see many things from the eyes of the portrait of the barbarian god.

"The person who painted this painting must be an amazing master. The artistic conception of this painting is very deep." Xu Yang thought in his heart.

Xu Yang had an impulse to touch this statue of the barbarian god.

However, Xu Yang did not do this. The Lord of Xiawei agreed that Xu Yang practiced in the temple, which was itself a kind of trust in Xu Yang. Then Xu Yang must be worthy of this trust among friends and cannot touch other people's beliefs at will.

"Maybe my senses were wrong. There was nothing special in this temple?" Xu Yang thought, then laughed silently, "What do you want to do so much? Opportunities cannot be forced. I only need to stay in seclusion for a period of time to successfully condense all the other six poles and step into the realm of Xuanjun. There is no need to think randomly."

Xu Yang sat cross-legged on the futon closest to the portrait shrine and closed his eyes. In his sea of ​​consciousness, there were a series of mysterious symbols and magic marks about the true body of the Eight-Spirits flowing like flowing water. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!