Chapter 103: Since there were many people outside just now, I

Jin Mingjun woke up in the filthy, dim dungeon.

Even though he had been imprisoned for a night, Jin Mingjun still could not quite get used to the stench unique to the prisons in this Nierbo region.

Added to that, the wounds on the corners of his mouth and cheeks pulled painfully.

This made Pastor Jin Mingjun feel somewhat regretful in his heart.

He had truly been a bit impulsive to bring his older brother along this time.

Clatter!

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

Jin Mingjun had a good memory and understood a few of the local common terms he had crammed.

Ghost God, sacrifice, eat...

Jin Mingjun's face turned pale as he listened, and many unpleasant images appeared in his mind.

It was not that he truly believed this temple, whose reputation was gradually fermenting to the point of attracting the attention of pastors like them, would really summon a Ghost God.

Rather, Jin Mingjun knew very well that in these barbaric places that did not communicate with the Holy Church, there was no shortage of temples that kept man-eating tigers.

From time to time, rumors would spread that feeding sinners or lowly people to tigers was the final mercy shown to them, and their final honor.

In this way, they could accumulate more goodness for their next life, and after accumulating enough for ten lifetimes, perhaps in the next life they could be reincarnated from soul to body as a noble person.

"Holy Lord, save us, bless us with a miracle, let your gate descend and take away the souls of us pious ones."

In the corner of the wall, Jin Mingjun heard his brother, who was one year older than him, seemingly having a mental breakdown, curled up in the corner praying incoherently.

This was completely different from his previous performance; fortunately, there was no blood relation between them, so he did not need to lose face for him.

As Jin Mingjun was thinking, he suddenly heard the dungeon door seemingly being opened by something.

It was just that... with the illumination of only a single pale yellow light bulb left, he could see absolutely nothing at the doorway through the iron bars.

Instead, a gust of cold wind blew in along the darkness, making Jin Mingjun's skin feel icy cold.

It also made him stare wide-eyed in astonishment at the space that was clearly empty, yet he could hear the sound of footsteps: thud... thud.

An invisible person?

No, it was a monster, the Ghost God had come!

Was the Ghost God worshipped in this temple actually real?

Jin Mingjun could perceive that as the dungeon door was opened, the surrounding temperature was also rapidly dropping.

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

Ah!

The one in the corner also discovered the anomaly and was pressing his head against the mud floor, begging repeatedly not to be eaten.

He must have had a little sanity left, as he was not using the Bangzi language to beg, but the local dialect.

Su Ping arrived while invisible and took the opportunity to activate the Cold Ice Array to add some special effects, so as to supplement the perhaps insufficient sense of mystery.

Under his Divine Sense, the emotional fluctuations of these two Bangzi pastors were completely exposed to his eyes.

Because of this, Su Ping was certain that these two pastors were not any kind of fanatics.

If they were truly fanatics with nothing but the Holy Lord in their brains, wouldn't they jump up and shout "In the name of the Holy Lord, demon begone!" upon seeing his appearance?

Su Ping stopped at the prison cell, and with a movement of his Object Manipulation Technique, the lock on the cell clicked open, and then the wooden door was slowly creaked open.

Whoosh!

Watching the door being slowly opened.

Jin Mingjun's pupils contracted twice, and at the same time, as Su Ping slowly released his extraordinary aura.

That extraordinary suppression from the soul and genes that a Qi Refining ninth-level Great Cultivator exerts on mortals.

It also made Jin Mingjun feel a palpitation deep in his soul and a warning of danger.

"Why come to profane my place."

In the cold air, a voice that was hard to distinguish as male or female, somewhat like a synthesized sound, came out.

Jin Mingjun, however, could no longer care about that much, and had no heart to distinguish anything.

As if he had grabbed a straw to save his life.

Jin Mingjun knelt down on the ground abruptly and began to beg for mercy, pouring out the whole story in one breath.

During this time, the other pastor also added a sentence or two in real-time, fearing that he would be eaten by the Ghost God afterward for lack of participation.

Following the full disclosure of these two pastors.

Su Ping finally understood why there were still so many Bangzi Country pastors willing to run around playing performance art at this point in time.

The group to which Pastor Jin Mingjun belonged was a new team in Bangzi Country that had only emerged in the last two years.

And because it had just emerged.

Like many predecessors, this team currently still maintained the policy of clear rewards and punishments.

Except for the Sect Leader, all positions in this group were allocated based on scores obtained from exams and performance.

As long as you learn the doctrines well, pass the exams well, and have solid performance, you can truly raise your rank within the sect and obtain a large amount of profit.

For the people of Bangzi Country who have spent half their lives taking exams, this was simply the easiest standard template to accept.

Plus, seeing returns from hard work and progress, it was no wonder there were so many believers with bursting subjective initiative, even daring to run abroad to put on a show for the sake of performance.

As long as you don't die from such shows, in fact, if you look at the proportions, most of them really don't die.

And once they are released and return home, they can use this experience to live off the Holy Church for a lifetime.

Even if they jump ship to those large groups, it is a very good bonus item.

"These guys, why do they feel like gray investment companies wearing the skin of a mysterious sect? No, wait, many of them also have real businesses, and even undertake important community management and emergency functions."

"Not only taking money from believers, but also taking money from tycoons, and even getting money from bureaucrats once they grow big!"

"They have transformed and have already become the bridge connecting the upper and lower levels."

"No wonder so many organizations are popping up in Bangzi Country. I used to think they were just full of stressed-out fools, but now it seems more like a bunch of former big landlords and old gentry are hiding inside, enjoying the good life under a mask."

Su Ping analyzed it, vaguely sensing a part of the underlying logic.

However, this had nothing to do with Su Ping; all he needed was a breakthrough point, and then he could go farm.

Thus, Su Ping began to wonder how shocked and incredulous these organizations would be when they discovered that the mysterious masks they wore had suddenly come to life.

Early in the morning.

Pastor Jin Mingjun, still in a daze, was brought out of the dungeon after eating a simple, nameless mush for breakfast.

He was given a phone.

And so, Jin Mingjun began making calls for help.

Within Bangzi Country, the emerging group Jin Mingjun belonged to was called the Morning Star Sect, and the Sect Leader was very excited to learn that Jin Mingjun was still alive.

He immediately indicated that he would provide assistance.

After all, the video of Jin Mingjun and his companion causing a scene at the temple in Gade City had long since spread to the online communities of Bangzi Country via satellite network.

It had become yet another piece of ironclad evidence for their propaganda regarding the piety of their faith in the Holy Lord.

If they could return alive and then be arranged by the Sect Leader to appear on television programs or even publish books and hold events using his connections.

It would be very helpful for their Morning Star Sect to grow bigger and stronger!

Thus, a professional negotiation team rushed to the temple that very afternoon.

After a simple and friendly negotiation with the already enlightened Tapu,

the negotiation team left behind a bag of cash and took the two pastors away.

However, the Captain of the negotiation team, who was also from Bangzi Country and a former Rescue Safety Team member on Water Blue Star, vaguely felt that the two pastors rescued this time were acting somewhat abnormally?

Weren't the fellow pastors rescued in the past all chatterboxes who wouldn't stop rambling? Why were they so quiet this time?

Could it be that the temple here had something special about it that truly frightened these pastors?

The Captain arranged for a psychologist for them, and after checking to confirm there were no major issues,

the Captain had intended to rest for a while, but Jin Mingjun firmly demanded to leave Nierbo and return to Bangzi Country immediately.

He was even willing to pay extra for it.

Considering the overtime pay, the Captain discussed it with his team members and agreed.

Thus, Jin Mingjun and the others boarded a private plane and flew to Bangzi Country.

Throughout the entire journey, neither the Captain nor the guests on the plane knew that an uninvited guest had appeared beside Pastor Jin Mingjun.

…………

Bangzi Country, the most densely populated Capital District.

In a place where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold,

the Morning Star Sect had spent a great deal of effort just to purchase a three-story building here and convert it into a temporary church.

Their Sect Leader had been living here for some time recently, personally training a new batch of young talent.

This Sect Leader was named Li Yongxiu, just turned fifty this year, a former ace special forces soldier who had even been decorated for merit.

Later, after his business failed, he had no money to see a psychologist, so he found a priest to seek spiritual sustenance and received comfort there.

Then, being clever, he suddenly realized that with his relatives and friends back home as a foundation, what business could be better than starting a sect?

Thus, the moment the thought of starting a sect arose, the world suddenly opened up for this Sect Leader, and he rose to power like a fish in water.

Relying on a policy of fair distribution and rewarding merit in the sect's profit sharing,

he attracted more and more talent in various fields and gained the foundation to grow bigger and stronger!

If they could overcome the development hurdles and break through the bottlenecks in the future, this sect would make a name for itself in Bangzi Country.

And if they failed... they would either self-destruct and be carved up and consumed, with the Sect Leader and others becoming cadres for other teams.

Or, after giving up on themselves, they would degenerate into another small sect with increasingly extreme behavior, surviving by becoming someone else's black glove.

For the sake of a better future, the Sect Leader attached great importance to Jin Mingjun and his group.

Therefore, just as they landed at the airport,

the Sect Leader began having people hold a welcome ceremony.

Jin Mingjun and his brother arrived at the small building where the Sect Leader was, like two heroes who had defeated a demon king, and stiffly forced out smiles to welcome the greetings of the guests all around.

Sect Leader Li Yongxiu also stood up with a smile to welcome them and, in the name of the Archbishop of the Morning Star Sect, bestowed a blessing upon them.

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

Dozens of seconds later, after declining invitations from those around him, the Sect Leader used the excuse of wanting to have a private talk with Jin Mingjun and the others about this exorcism journey.

He went into the Sect Leader's office on the third floor with Jin Mingjun and the others.

Click, after locking the door and confirming that this converted office was indeed soundproof,

Thump!

Sect Leader Li Yongxiu knelt down toward the air beside Jin Mingjun:

"Supreme, great, benevolent, and peerless Angel!"

"There were too many people just now; your believer is now kneeling to pray for your blessing!"

The invisible Su Ping looked at the Sect Leader kneeling on the ground and felt that this man was also a talent.

No wonder he could build a career even after becoming a monk halfway through life.

However...

"You are kneeling in the wrong direction."

Su Ping spoke indifferently and slowly manifested the form of White Crane Boy in the air.

Only this time, the Avatar was a White Crane Boy with wings.

Swish!

Watching White Crane Boy, who seemed to be hovering in mid-air.

Jin Mingjun and the others also felt their legs go weak and knelt down.

At first, Jin Mingjun thought that Sect Leader Li Yongxiu, who had heard the questioning of a Ghost God in a Secret Language when receiving a blessing, was afraid of the Ghost God, which was why he had immediately yielded and admitted defeat after returning to the secret chamber.

He had not expected... that the one before his eyes who had come with him to punish the sect really looked like an angel?

No, that was not right; how could a real angel be so cute and so in line with human aesthetics?

Those were a bunch of early-version indescribable entities!

Sect Leader Li Yongxiu, on the other hand, had not thought that much; in any case, any strange god that was subdued or acknowledged could be an angel.

The Lord of Hell could also be an Angel of the King.

He felt that, given the status of the Morning Star Sect, there was nothing wrong with calling a Ghost God an angel.

Now, seeing White Crane Boy appear, he only trembled slightly before hurriedly changing the direction of his kowtow and performing the ritual again.

"An angel?"

Su Ping smiled faintly and said:

"I neither like nor dislike such honorary titles."

"However!"

"Are you... even worthy of addressing me as such?"

White Crane Boy's eyes narrowed slightly.

The air temperature in the room dropped instantly.

At the same time, a wave of pressure descended upon Sect Leader Li Yongxiu, and with a 'Crack!', it forced his entire body to press down onto the carpet.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his lips moved as he wanted to beg for mercy, but he had no chance to speak at all.

Jin Mingjun and the others kept their heads low, their bodies trembling, not daring to intervene.

A short while later, once Sect Leader Li Yongxiu felt as if every bone in his body was about to be crushed, the pressure slowly vanished.

It left him gasping for air frantically, his eyes filled with the relief of having escaped death.

It was also at this moment that this Sect Leader believed, for the first time, truly and genuinely in the existence of the mysterious.

"You have blasphemed against me."

"If you do not wish for your souls to be taken away by me after death to be burned for ten thousand years in atonement."

"Then sign a Slave Contract with me while you are still alive."

Su Ping swept his gaze over these Korean priests, and as he spoke, he silently waved his hand, causing three scrolls to descend.

These scrolls were all inferior products that could not be used as talisman paper.

The Immortal script inscribed upon them was also useless.

It merely caused ordinary people to feel unwell and drain their Essence Spirit and Qi if they looked at it for too long.

As for the contract, it was naturally something Su Ping had said off the cuff.

But Su Ping knew that these Korean priests who played with the Holy Church would 100% be involved in black magic and demonology.

Their natural trust in the concept of contracts was significantly stronger than that of ordinary people.

Especially now that this contract came from the hands of someone who was clearly a mysterious entity.

Jin Mingjun and the Sect Leader and the others could not help but believe it!

"I'll sign! I'll sign!"

After Sect Leader Li Yongxiu scrambled up, he reacted the moment he understood Su Ping's words, crawling to prostrate himself at White Crane Boy's feet, biting his finger to write his name on the paper.

Only after writing his name did he look at the Immortal script on the contract paper.

Upon discovering that he did not recognize a single character and felt dizzy and lightheaded because of it, and even felt that those characters were moving and mocking them—

Li Yongxiu and Jin Mingjun both gasped.

In their hearts, they believed that this contract must be real!

Those characters must be some kind of transcendent script exclusive to contracts!

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