Cultivate Immortals and Eternal Life Starting from a Fisherman

Chapter 104 There were so many people outside just now, here I kneel down for you!
Kim Myung Joon woke up from the dirty and dark dungeon.

Even though he had been imprisoned overnight, Jin Mingjun was still not used to the unique stench of the prison in Nepal.

In addition, the wounds on the corners of the mouth and cheeks were painful.

This made Pastor Jin Mingjun somewhat regretful.

He was really impulsive to bring his brother here this time.

Whoa!

In the dimness, Jin Mingjun vaguely heard someone walking above not far away, and someone was discussing something in local dialect.

Jin Mingjun has a good memory and understands a few commonly used local vocabulary.

Ghosts, gods, offering sacrifices, eating...

Jin Mingjun's face turned pale when he heard it, and many bad pictures came to mind.

It's not that he really thinks that the fame has gradually fermented, so that the temples that attract the attention of priests like them will really summon ghosts and gods.

But Jin Mingjun is very clear that in these barbaric places that do not communicate with the Holy Lord, there are many temples that raise man-eating tigers.

From time to time there are rumors that feeding sinners or lowly people to tigers is their last mercy and their last honor.

In this way, the next life will be able to accumulate more goodness. If the accumulation is enough for ten lives, perhaps in the next life, one can be reincarnated as a noble person from soul to body.

"Holy Lord, please save us, bless us with miracles, and let your gate descend to pick up the souls of our devout ones."

At the corner of the wall, Jin Mingjun heard his elder brother who seemed to have a mental breakdown, curled up in the corner praying incoherently.

This is exactly different from his previous performance, but fortunately, he has no blood relationship with him, so he doesn't need to lose face for it.

Jin Mingjun was thinking, when he suddenly heard that the door of the dungeon seemed to be opened by something.

It's just...with the help of only one pale yellow light bulb left, he couldn't see anything at the door through the iron fence.

Instead, a gust of cold wind blew along the darkness, chilling Jin Mingjun's skin.

It also made him stare in amazement at the apparently empty front, but he could hear footsteps on the ground boom... boom.

Invisible people?
No, it's a monster, it's a ghost coming!

The ghosts and gods enshrined in this temple are actually real?

Jin Mingjun could feel that as the dungeon door was opened, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

Jin Mingjun's lips quickly turned purple, and under the rapidly dropping temperature, goosebumps formed all over his skin.

Ah!
The one in the corner also noticed the abnormality, and kept begging for mercy not to eat him with his head pressed against the mud.

There should be a little reason left, begging for mercy is not in Bangzi language but in local dialect.

Su Ping came in stealth, and activated the ice circle by the way to add some special effects, so as to supplement the sense of mystery that might not be enough.

Under his spiritual consciousness, he could clearly see the mood swings of the two stick priests.

Because of this, Su Ping was sure that the two pastors were not fanatics.

Really only the fanatics of the Holy Lord are left in their minds, seeing their appearance, don't they jump up and shout that in the name of the Holy Lord, the demons will disperse?
Su Ping stopped at the prison, and the keyhole of the prison opened with a click, and then the wooden door slowly creaked and was pulled open.

call!
Watching the door slowly open.

Jin Mingjun's pupils contracted twice, and at the same time, following Su Ping, he slowly let go of his extraordinary aura.

The extraordinary suppression of the spirit and genes of mortals by the nine-level master of Qi training.

It also made Jin Mingjun feel the throbbing and danger reminder in the depths of his soul.

"Why do you come to desecrate my place?"

In the cold air, there was an indistinguishable male and female voice, a bit like a synthetic voice.

Jin Mingjun can't control so much anymore, and he doesn't have the heart to distinguish anything.

It's like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Jin Mingjun fell to his knees suddenly, begged for mercy, and told the whole story of the incident.

During this period, another pastor also added a sentence or two in real time, for fear that he would not have a sense of participation and be eaten by ghosts and gods afterwards.

With the knowledge of these two pastors.

Su Ping also understood why so many Bangziguo priests dared to run around and play performance art at this point in time.

The group that Pastor Jin Mingjun belongs to is a new team in Bangziguo that has only emerged in the past two years.

Also because it is just emerging.

Like so many of its predecessors, the team currently maintains a policy of clear rewards and punishments for this.

Except for the leader, all positions in this group are allocated based on the scores obtained in exams and performance.

As long as you learn the teachings well, do well in the exams, and have solid achievements, you can really improve your teaching level and earn a lot of profits.

This is simply the most acceptable standard template for Bangzi Chinese who have been taking exams for half their lives.

Coupled with hard work and progress, you can see the rewards. It is no wonder that there are so many believers who are full of subjective initiative, and even dare to go abroad to make a show for their performance.

As long as this kind of show can't die, in fact, proportionally, most of them can't die either.

But if they were sent back, they would be able to use this experience to eat the meals given by the Holy Bishop for a lifetime when they returned home.

Even if you change jobs to those big groups, it is still a very good bonus.

"These guys, why do they feel like gray financial investment companies dressed in the skin of mysterious sects? No, many of them also have businesses, and even undertake important community management and emergency functions."

"Not only can you take money from believers, but you can also take money from tycoons, and even get money from bureaucrats if you become bigger!"

"They have transformed into a bridge connecting the upper and lower floors."

"It's no wonder there are so many organizations popping up in Bangzihui. I used to think that they were just a lot of pressure and fools. Now it seems that they are not a bunch of former big landlords. The old gentry are also enjoying their happiness in their skins."

Su Ping analyzed it and vaguely noticed part of the underlying logic.

But this has nothing to do with Su Ping, all he needs is a breakthrough, and then go to farm.

So, Su Ping began to wonder how these organizations would feel astonished and disbelieving when they suddenly discovered that the mysterious skin they were wearing suddenly came alive.

Early in the morning.

Pastor Jin Mingjun, who was still in a daze, was taken out of the dungeon, and after eating a simple meal of unknown mush for breakfast.

He got the call.

So, Jin Mingjun started calling for help.

In Bangzi, the emerging group that Jin Mingjun belongs to is called the Venus Sect. The leader was very excited when he found out that Jin Mingjun was still alive.

And immediately offered to help.

After all, the video of Jin Mingjun and the two going to make a scene in the temple of Jiade City had already been spread to the online community of Bangzi Kingdom through the satellite network.

It has become another ironclad proof for them to promote their faith in the Holy Lord.

If they can go back alive, then the leader will use their connections to arrange to appear on TV shows, or even publish books and engage in activities.

It is still very helpful for their Venus sect to grow bigger and stronger!
So, along with a professional negotiating team, they came to the temple that afternoon.

After a simple and friendly discussion with Master Tapu who has already received enlightenment.

After the negotiating team left a bag of cash, they took away the two pastors.

However, the leader of the negotiating team, who is also a native of Bangzi and a member of the original water blue star rescue security team, vaguely felt that the two priests who were rescued this time behaved a little abnormally?
Aren't the pastors and fellow priests who were rescued all talking loudly, why are they so quiet this time?
Is there something special about the temple here that really scares these priests?
The captain arranged a psychologist for them, after checking that there was no serious problem.

The captain planned to take a short rest, but he didn't want Jin Mingjun's insistence to leave Nepal immediately and go back to Bangzi Country.

And willing to pay for it.

For the sake of overtime pay, the captain discussed with the team members and agreed.

So, Jin Mingjun and others boarded the special plane and flew to Bangzi Country.

During the whole process, neither the captain nor the guests on the plane knew that there was an extra guest beside Pastor Jin Mingjun.

…………

Bangzi Country, the most densely populated capital area.

In the real land of every inch of gold.

The Venusian Sect spent a lot of effort to buy a three-story building here and convert it into a temporary church.

Their leader has been living here recently, personally training a group of newly joined young talents.

The leader's name is Li Yongxiu, who has just turned [-] this year. He has been an ace special soldier and has made meritorious service.

Later, after his business failed, he found a priest for spiritual sustenance because he had no money to find a psychiatrist, and he got spiritual comfort there.

Then he was smart and suddenly discovered that with his relatives and friends in his hometown as background, what kind of business is better than starting a sect?

So, when Kai Pai thought about it, the leader who was so wide in the world suddenly became powerful like a fish in water.

And relying on the principle of fair distribution and rewards for meritorious service in the distribution of sect profits.

We have absorbed more and more talents in all aspects, and have the foundation to become bigger and stronger!

If we can overcome the development difficulties and break through the bottleneck in the future, this sect will be able to retain its name in Bangzi Country.

And if they fail...or they will blow themselves up and be divided and eaten, including the leader and become the cadres of other teams.

Either give up on yourself and become another small sect that is becoming more and more extreme, and survive by being someone else's black glove.

For a better future, the leader seemed to attach great importance to Jin Mingjun and his party.

So this side just got off the plane.

The leader over there began to let people hold a welcoming ceremony.

Like two heroes who defeated the devil, Jin Mingjun and his brother came to the small building where the leader was, and with a stiff smile, they greeted the guests around them.

The leader Li Yongxiu also stood up to greet them with a smile, and blessed them in the name of the Archbishop of the Venusian Church.

At this moment, the teacher's pupils suddenly contracted a few times, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Tens of seconds later, after the leader declined the invitation of the people around him, he used the excuse that he wanted to discuss the exorcism trip with Jin Mingjun and others in secret.

Went into the leader's office on the third floor with Jin Mingjun and others.

Click, lock the door, and make sure that the modified office is still very soundproof.

thump!
The leader Li Yongxiu knelt down towards the air beside Jin Mingjun:
"The supreme, great, benevolent and unparalleled angel!"

"There were so many people just now, your believers kneel down and pray to you now!"

Su Ping, who was invisible, looked at the leader who was kneeling down, and felt that this person was also a talent.

It's no wonder that a half-way monk can also make a career.

but……

"You are kneeling in the wrong direction."

Su Ping spoke lightly, and the figure of Baihe boy slowly appeared in the air.

It's just that the incarnation this time is the white crane boy with wings.

Swish!
Looking at Baihe Boy who seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

Jin Mingjun and others also kneeled down with their legs softening.

At first, Jin Mingjun felt that when he was blessing himself, Li Yongxiu, the leader who heard the secret words of ghosts and gods to question him, was afraid of ghosts and gods, so he immediately gave up after returning to the secret room.

Unexpectedly... the person in front of him who followed him to punish the sect really looked like an angel?

No, no, how can a real angel be so cute and conform to human aesthetics?

That is a group of the earliest versions of the unknown!
The leader Li Yongxiu didn't think too much about it, anyway, the subdued or recognized alien gods can be angels.

The Lord of Hell can also be the King of Angels.

He felt that as the Venus Sect, there was nothing wrong with calling ghosts and gods angels.

Now when he saw Boy Baihe appearing, he was only slightly shocked, and quickly changed the direction of kneeling, and saluted again.

"Angel?"

Su Ping smiled lightly and said:

"I don't like or hate this kind of honorary title."

"but!"

"You...are you worthy of calling me like that?"

Boy Baihe's eyes narrowed slightly.

The temperature of the air in the room dropped suddenly.

At the same time, a pressure came to the body of the leader Li Yongxiu, who unexpectedly made him lie on the carpet with a click.

The whole person was trembling, his lips twitched and wanted to say the sound of begging for mercy, but there was no chance to say it.

Jin Mingjun and others lowered their heads, their trembling bodies did not dare to stop them.

A little bit, the pressure slowly disappeared after the leader Li Yongxiu felt that his bones were about to be crushed.

Let him open his mouth and breathe wildly, with the joy of recovering his life in his eyes.

It was also at this moment that for the first time, the leader truly believed in the existence of mystery.

"You have blasphemed me."

"If you don't want to die, your soul will still be taken away by me and burned for thousands of years to make atonement."

"Just before you are alive, sign a slave contract with me."

Su Ping swept over these stick priests, and waved silently as he spoke, and the three scrolls fell down.

These scrolls are inferior products that cannot be made into rune skins.

The immortal inscriptions engraved on it are useless.

That is to say, ordinary people will consume energy and feel uncomfortable after watching it for a long time.

The contract is naturally what Su Ping said casually.

But Su Ping knew that 100% of these stick priests who played the Holy Bishop's sect would involve black magic and the theory of demons.

The trust in the contract is naturally much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Especially now that this contract still comes from the hands of an apparently mysterious existence.

Can't help but Jin Mingjun, the leader and others don't believe it!
"Sign! I sign!"

After the leader Li Yongxiu got up, he realized what Su Ping said immediately after he understood Su Ping's words. He crawled at the feet of Baihe Boy, bit his finger and wrote his name on the paper.

After he wrote his name, he looked at the fairy text on the contract paper.

It feels dizzy to find out that you don't know anyone, and even feel that the words are moving after laughing at them.

Both Li Yongxiu and Jin Mingjun gasped.

I believe in my heart that this contract must be true!
Those words must be some kind of extraordinary words specially used for the contract!

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