Versatile Mage

Just after entering dusk, Yizhisha felt tired and tired. She climbed out of the lounge chair and saw a young girl carrying a big can of things and hurried her steps.

“Inside are the ashes cleaned?” Ishisa called the girl and asked.

The girl was obviously afraid of the veil of Yi and did not dare raise her head, nor did she have the courage to say that she nodded there and hid her cut hand behind her as she cleaned those cans.

Izhisar had seen it, and she walked forward: "Give it to me. ”

The young girl nervously handed over the jar containing all the ashes to Yizhiya.

“Put something down and give me your hand.” Ishisawa commanded.

When the young girl did as she was told, she still dared not lift her eyes when she reached out. She was afraid to be reprimanded by the veil of Isaac!

Ishisa often trains people, goes up to the great sages, and goes down to the little believing women like them.

Suddenly, Xiaoxin felt a hint of warmth coming from her cut palms and fingers. She took a sneak peek at her palms and was surprised to discover that Ishigawa's hand was covering it. That warm luminous mass was coming from Ishigawa's hand and quickly healed the wound of Xiaoxin's wife.

Xiaoxin woman opened her mouth in surprise.

Ishisa treats herself??

This is the honor that many Knight Hall Combat Knights have not had a chance to earn!!

“What better place to bury this can?” Ishizawa pointed to the ashes of that jar on the ground and asked.

“To the east, behind Al Mountain Springs, there is a quieter place.” Xiaoxin suddenly stopped being afraid and answered courageously.

“Mm-hmm.” Yizhisar nodded, picking up the ashes on the ground and walking towards the east.

Xiaoxin's face was blind.

She didn't know what Ishisawa was going to do. After all, two hours ago, the matter of the ashes in the altar soon spread in the Temple of the Virgin. They, the faithful who served the members of the Goddess Peak here, also knew that it was Ishisawa who had some relatives, some friends, some of his men's ashes.

……

Al Mountain Springs is relatively remote in the Goddess Peak, the Goddess Peak is large, and the original mountain forest is still part of it. In the past, when Isaac held the temple of Patnon, he often buried some Goddess Peak maids who opposed him on a hill of Goddess Peak.

The Holy and Glorious Temple of Patnon in the eyes of all Greeks is truly like the Temple of Heaven, the Immortal Realm of Man, but in the eyes of Isaac this is a golden and glorious cemetery, filled with those who died in the battle for the Temple of Patnon.

At Al Mountain Springs, Izhisha saw a man wandering near Al Mountain Springs.

Few men can step into Goddess Peak. At least until now, Yizhisha banned all men except the Knight's Palace from entering Goddess Peak. However, this rule seems to have been gradually changed by Ye Xinxia, becoming less stringent.

“I'm sorry, I think I'm lost. It's too big. I lost my way on foot. Do you know how to get to the Temple of the Virgin?” The middle-aged man looked ordinary, dressed to the point, with a gentle smile on his face, like a particularly optimistic man.

“Ma'am?” Ishisa said for the first time.

Besides, this is Greece, this is Patnon Temple Goddess Peak, who doesn't even know who she is?

“This is my first time here to see my daughter. I hear there are a lot of rules here. Please forgive me if I say something wrong.” The middle-aged man scratched his head and his black brown eyes gave a simple feeling.

“Not yet. If you go in my direction, you will be able to reach the Temple of the Virgin.” Ishisa stared at each other's eyes for a second, and as a magician of the psychic system, it was a little difficult for such a person who had nothing to do to deceive herself.

“Ah, thank you, thank you. It's a beautiful view. I've never seen such a fairy place before. However, it's just a bit boring, my daughter is busy, I don't bother her her, I can only go out and wander around alone, I don't even have a personal conversation.” The middle-aged man said.

“You do say a lot.” The yarn of Yi.

“Hahaha, I do, I feel myself, if you feel like I'm arguing, I can stop saying it. What are you doing in a jar? Are you here to fill a mountain spring? Do you need my help?” The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

“You can help me bury it, I don't want to get my hands dirty.” Yizhisha looked at the surrounding dirt, all rotten after the fallen leaves rotted, cursed she had some fear of the dirt.

“No problem, but why bury it, it's filled with pickles?” Middle-aged men show their shallow perceptions.

“Ashes!” Ishizawa Coldway.

“Oh, oh, I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't know you had a relative who passed away, your family... why is it so heavy?” When the middle-aged man picked up, his hands sank for a few minutes.

Ishisa doesn't talk.

The middle-aged man didn't say much either. He found a spot near the fountain where the soil was still dry. He quickly removed the soil.

“The same is true of our hometown. When our loved ones die, they are buried in a small box. Where there is water in the mountains, the fallen leaves are rooted, and people die in the earth. In fact, you don't have to be too sad. Sometimes people live in the world as if they entered a casino, the rules of the casino, the interests of the casino, the variety of the casino attract us, constantly place bets, constant fighting chips, joy and sorrow are like throwing sieves. Every time you tell yourself to pull them out, go to the fields and relax. In the end, it is often only in this small forum that they will eventually return to the hidden mountain forest...” said the middle-aged man.

He shoveled loose soil with branches and moved very smoothly, like he often did something like that.

Ishisa stood beside her and watched calmly.

It does contain many familiar people of the Yizhisha. Originally, all she had was anger and not much grief. For some reason she listened to this man's bullshit, but there was a slight ripple in her heart.

Their faces, floating in front of Ezekiel's eyes.

Many of them are doing their utmost to please themselves, and many times Yizhao is disgusted, but think carefully about the places they may really put themselves in their hearts.

“You go pick a fruit.” The middle-aged man also had a lot of dirt on his hands, but he didn't mind his own.

“Fruit?” Ishisawa does not understand.

“The core of the fruit is the seed. Instead of burying it with a jar, why don't you sprinkle the ashes here, put down a seed, there is a fountain right next to it, compared to going to the grave of your loved ones to mourn, watch the cold tombstone cry, instead of watching a new bud thrive, open it to bloom, open it to grow into a big tree... so that they don't realize that when they leave themselves and suffer, they can still lie quietly under this tree, just like they guard, their heart will calm down.” The middle-aged man said.