Chapter 103.

Kim Myung Joon woke up from the dirty and dim dungeon.

Even though he had already been imprisoned overnight, Kim Myung Joon still wasn’t quite used to the stench that was unique to the prisons in this Nilpo region.

Plus the wounds at the corners of his mouth and cheeks tugged painfully.

This made Reverend Kim Myung Joon feel more or less regretful in his heart.

It was really a bit impulsive for him to bring his brother over this time.

Wow!

In the dimness, Kim Myung Joon vaguely heard someone walking above him not far away, and that someone was discussing something in the vernacular.

Kim Myung Joon had a good memory and understood a few wickedly common local words.

Ghosts and gods, sacrifices, eating ……

Kim Myung Joon blanched a little at what he heard, and many bad images came to mind.

It wasn’t that he really thought that this temple whose fame had gradually festered to the point of attracting the attention of priests like them would actually summon ghosts and gods.

Rather, Kim Myung Joon knew very well that there was no shortage of temples that kept man-eating tigers in these barbaric and non-communicating places with the Holy Lord.

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

In this way, more goodness could be accumulated in the next life, so that enough for ten lifetimes could be accumulated, and perhaps in another life they could be reborn as noble people from soul to body.

“O Holy Lord, save us, grant that we may be blessed with a miracle, and let your gates descend to receive the souls of the pious like us.”

At the corner of the wall, Kim Myung Joon heard his brother, who was a year older, seemingly having a mental breakdown and was huddled there in the corner praying incoherently.

This was exactly different from his previous behavior, and it was good to know that he was not related to him by blood, so he didn’t need to lose face for him.

As Kim Myung Joon was thinking, he suddenly heard the doorway of the dungeon seemingly opened by something.

Just …… with the help of only the illumination of a yellowish bulb, he could not see what was at the door at all through the iron bars.

Instead, a cold wind blew along the darkness, causing Kim Myung Joon’s skin to chill.

It also made him stare wide eyed in dismay at the clearly empty front, but he could hear the sound of thumping …… thumping footsteps resounding on the ground.

Invisible people?

No, it is monsters, it is the ghosts and gods come!

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

Kim Myung Joon could perceive that as the dungeon door was opened, the temperature around him was rapidly decreasing.

Kim Myung Joon’s lips quickly turned purple, and his skin broke out in goosebumps under the rapidly decreasing temperature.

Ah!

The one in the corner had also noticed the abnormality and was putting his head against the muddy ground constantly begging not to eat him.

He should still have a little bit of sanity left, and his plea was not in the stick language but in the local dialect.

Su Ping came stealthily, and by the way, he activated the Ice Cold Array to add some special effects, so as to replenish the sense of mystery that might not be enough.

Under his divine sense, the emotional fluctuations of these two stick priests were visible in his eyes.

And thus, Su Ping was sure that these two priests were not some kind of fanatics.

A fanatic who really only had the Holy Lord in his head, seeing his appearance, would not jump up and shout in the name of the Holy Lord, the demons retreat?

Su Ping stopped at the prison cell, and with a movement of the Imperial Art, the lock hole of the prison cell was twisted open with a click, and then the wooden door was slowly pulled open with a creak.

Whew!

Watching the door being slowly opened.

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

The kind of transcendental suppression from the soul and genes that a great cultivator of the ninth level of qi cultivation had on mortals.

It also made Jin Mingjun feel a throbbing and dangerous reminder in his soul.

“Why did you come to desecrate my place.”

An indistinguishable, somewhat synthesized voice came out of the cold air.

Kim Myung Joon, however, could no longer care less and had no intention of distinguishing anything.

As if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Kim Myung Joon fiercely fell to his knees and began to beg for forgiveness and told the whole story in his head.

During this time, the other pastor also added a sentence or two in real time, fearing that he would be eaten by the ghosts and gods afterward if he didn’t participate.

As the two priests spoke their minds, Su Ping also realized that this was the right time to talk.

Su Ping also figured out why at this point in time there were still so many stick country pastors who dared to run around playing performance art.

The group that Pastor Kim Myung Joon was in was a new team that had only just emerged in the past two years in Stick Country.

It is also because it is just emerging.

Like many of its predecessors, this group still maintains a clear distinction between reward and punishment.

Except for the godmaster, all the positions in this group are assigned based on the scores obtained from exams and performance.

As long as you learn the teachings well, do well on the exams, and have solid performance, you can really raise your rank within the sect and gain a lot of profit.

This is simply the most acceptable standard template for people in the stick country who have spent half their lives taking exams.

Coupled with the fact that you can see the rewards of hard work and progress, it’s no wonder that there are so many believers who are bursting at the seams with subjective motivation, and even dare to go abroad to put on a show for the sake of performance.

This kind of showmanship as long as they can’t die, in fact, proportionally, most of them really can’t die.

And having been put back, when they go home they can take advantage of this experience to eat the meal of the Holy Episcopal Church for the rest of their lives.

Even jumping ship to one of those big groups would be a nice plus.

“These guys, how do they feel like gray financial investment companies wearing the skin of a mysterious sect, no, so many of them also have industries, and even take on important community management and emergency response functions.”

“Not only do they take money from believers, but they also take money from moguls, and even get big enough to get money from bureaucrats too!”

“They’ve shifted and have become a bridge connecting the upper and lower levels.”

“No wonder there are so many organizations popping up in the Stick Congress, before I only thought that they were stressed out and stupid, now it seems that I’m afraid that it’s not a bunch of former big landowners, the old burghers are also enjoying their blessings in the inside with their skins on.”

Su Ping analyzed, vaguely perceiving part of the underlying logic.

However, this had nothing to do with Su Ping, all he needed was a breakthrough and go farming.

Thus, Su Ping began to wonder how the expressions of these organizations would be dismayed plus disbelief when they suddenly discovered that the mysterious skin they were cloaked in was suddenly alive.

Early in the morning.

Pastor Kim Myung Joon, who was still in a daze, was taken out of the dungeon and after eating a simple unknown paste for breakfast.

He got the call.

So, Kim Myung Joon started making distress calls.

Inside the stick country, the emerging group that Kim Myung Joon was a part of was called the Kaijin Sect, and the head of the sect was excited to know that Kim Myung Joon was still alive.

And immediately said that he would provide help.

After all, the video of Kim Myung Joon’s two men going to cause havoc at the temple in Gade City had long since reached the online community in the country of the Stick through the satellite network.

It had become another hard evidence for them to publicize their Holy Lord’s piety.

If they could go back alive, and then be arranged by the sect master using their connections to appear on TV programs, or even publish a book for their activities.

It would still be very helpful for their Qixing Sect to become bigger and stronger!

And so, along with a team of professional negotiators rushed to the temple that afternoon.

After having a simple and friendly negotiation with Venerable Tapu, who had already received the revelation.

The negotiation team then took away the two priests after leaving behind a bag of cash.

Only, the captain of the negotiation team, a person who was also a native of the Stick Country and came from the original Aquamarine Rescue Security Crew, vaguely felt that the two priests who were saved this time were behaving a bit abnormally?

Those fellow priests saved in the past, weren’t they all loud-mouthed, but why were they so quiet this time?

Is there something special about the temple here that really scared these priests?

The captain arranged a psychiatrist for them, and after checking to make sure there were no major problems.

The captain was planning to take a short rest, but he didn’t want Kim Myung Joon to firmly request to immediately leave Nilpo immediately to go back to the stick country.

And was willing to pay extra money for that.

For the sake of having overtime pay, this captain agreed after discussing it with his teammates.

As a result, Kim Myung Joon and the others boarded a special airplane and flew to the Stick Country.

Throughout the entire process, the captain and the guests on the plane were unaware that an unexpected guest had appeared beside Rev. Kim Myung Joon.

The most densely populated capital district of the country.

Truly in the land of inches of gold.

The Qixing Star Sect had spent a great deal of effort to acquire a small three-story building converted into a temporary church over here.

Their godmaster had been living here for some time recently, personally training the new batch of young talents.

This godfather’s name is Li Yongxiu, just turned fifty this year, and he has been ace special forces soldier, and has also won a medal.

Then after failing in business, because he didn’t have the money to go to a psychiatrist, he found a priest in order to seek spiritual support, and got spiritual comfort there.

Then he suddenly realized that with his family and friends in his hometown as the backbone, what business is better than opening a sect?

So, the idea of opening a sect up, the world is wide at the moment, the sect leader, is like a fish out of water, and the power of the rise.

And rely on the distribution of profits in the sect, fair distribution, merit must be rewarded policy.

Sucked in more and more talents in all aspects, with the foundation of bigger and stronger!

If the future can get through the development difficulties, break through the bottleneck, this sect will be able to stay in the stick country.

And if it fails …… it will either blow itself up and then be divided and eaten, including the sect leader, and become a cadre of other teams.

Or they will give up and be reduced to yet another small sect that is becoming more and more extreme and surviving by being someone’s black glove.

For the sake of a better future, this sect master appeared to take Kim Myung Joon and his group very seriously.

Thus, this side had just gotten off the airplane.

Over there, the sect master started having people hold a welcoming ceremony.

Kim Myung Joon and his brother, like two heroes who had defeated the Demon King, arrived at the small building where the godfather was located and stiffly pulled out their smiling faces to greet the visitors from all around.

Bishop Lee Yong Soo also smiled as he rose to greet them and blessed them in the name of the Archbishop of the Qixing Church.

Also at this instant, this Patriarch’s pupils suddenly contracted a few times, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

After tens of seconds, this Patriarch, after excusing himself from the invitations of the people around him, used the reason that he wanted to have a secret talk with Kim Myung Joon and the others about this exorcism trip.

Together with Kim Myung Joon and the others, they went inside the sect master’s office located on the third floor.

After clicking and locking the door, and being sure that the modified office was still soundproof.

Puff!

Sect Master Lee Yong Soo knelt down towards the air beside Kim Myung Joon:

“Supreme Great and Merciful Angel Lord!”

“There were so many people just now that your followers are now kneeling down to pray to you!”

The stealthy Su Ping looked at the kneeling Godfather and felt that this person was also a talent.

No wonder even a halfway decent person could make a career out of it.

However ……

“You are kneeling in the wrong direction.”

Su Ping faintly snapped, and slowly emerged in the air in the form of a white crane child.

Only this time the incarnation was a white crane child with wings.

Swish!

Looking at the White Crane Child that seemed to levitate in mid-air.

Jin Mingjun and the others also fell to their knees as their legs went limp.

At first, Kim Myung Joon also felt that the sect leader Lee Yong Soo, who had heard the demonic secret chastisement when he bestowed blessings on himself, was fearful of the demonic god, so he returned to the secret room and immediately gave in and admitted defeat.

Unexpectedly …… this one in front of him who followed himself to chastise the sect looks like a real angel?

No, no, how can a real angel be so cute and so in line with human aesthetics?

That is a group of the earliest version of the unnameable things!

Sect Leader Lee Yong Soo, on the other hand, didn’t think that much about it, and anyway, all of the conquered or recognized pagan gods could be angels.

The Lord of Hell could still be the King of Angels.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with calling the Demiurge an angel given the status of the Qixing Sect.

Now, after seeing the White Crane Child appear, he was only slightly shaken before he hastily changed the direction of his kneeling and saluted again.

“Angel?”

Su Ping said with a faint smile:

“This kind of honorary title, I don’t like or hate it.”

“However!”

“You …… are also worthy of addressing me in this manner?”

The white crane child’s eyes slightly condensed.

The air temperature in the room dropped all of a sudden.

At the same time, a pressure came to that Sect Master Li Yongxiu’s body, which actually clicked causing his entire body to lie down on the carpet.

The entire person trembled, his lips wriggling as he tried to utter pleading words, but he simply did not have the chance to do so.

Kim Myung Joon and the others lowered their heads and trembled, not daring to stop them at all.

A little while later, only after Sect Leader Li Yongxiu felt like all the bones in his body were going to be crushed did the pressure slowly disappear.

It caused him to frantically open his mouth to breathe, and in his eyes, there was the celebration of having retrieved a life.

It was also at this moment that this sect master, for the first time, truly believed in the Mysterious Existence.

“You have desecrated me.”

“If you don’t want to die after the soul is also still taken away by me to burn for ten thousand years to atone for your sins.”

“Just sign a slave contract with me while you are alive.”

Su Ping swept over these stick priests and said with a silent wave of his hand, three scrolls fell down.

These scrolls were all inferior products that could not be made into talisman skins.

The immortal texts inscribed on them were also of little use.

It also meant that ordinary people would feel uncomfortable after looking at it for a long time as it would consume their essence.

The contract was naturally something Su Ping said casually.

However, Su Ping knew that these priests who played with the Holy Lord’s Cult were 100% involved in black magic and demonic doctrines.

The trust in the doctrine of contract was naturally much stronger than the general public.

Especially now that this contract was still coming from the hands of an obviously mysterious existence.

There was no way for people like Kim Myung-joon and the Sect Leader to disbelieve it!

“Sign! I’ll sign!”

After the Sect Leader Li Yongxiu climbed to his feet, he reacted the first time he heard Su Ping’s words and prostrated himself at the feet of the White Crane Child, biting his fingers and writing his name on the paper.

Only after writing his name did he look at the immortal text on the contract paper.

After realizing that he didn’t know any of them and would feel dizzy because of it, he even felt that the words were moving to mock them.

Lee Yong Soo and Kim Myung Joon both sucked in a breath of cold air.

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

Those words must be some kind of transcendent script that was exclusive to the contract!