Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 21
"Oops!" Ning Zhi was thrown heavily on the ground by the two servants, his buttocks came into intimate contact with the ground for no reason, and he immediately cried out in pain.

Ning Zhi rubbed his sore buttocks, humming and chirping, and when he raised his head, he found a circle of old men and women who were over seventy years old sitting in front of him, looking down at him with a stern and solemn expression, which scared Ning Zhi's mouth. He cried out in pain and swallowed it immediately.

Didn't it just steal two pieces of cake, why did it look like three trials...

"Who are you?" The old lady sitting in the main seat was leaning on a dragon's crutch, with a solemn and solemn expression, like an old weather-beaten stone statue.

The faucet of the ancient stone statue slammed on the ground: "Why do you come here to blaspheme the gods?"

"I... I am a disciple of the Xuantian Sect. I went down the mountain to practice... I really don't have enough time to travel through this place..." This turn made Ning Zhi's heart tremble violently, "I just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that I'm too hungry..." Ning Zhi's voice became smaller and smaller, and he still had three points of confidence, but now he has less than one point left, "I'm really a disciple of Xuantianzong."

"Is there any evidence?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ning Zhi quickly took out a jade waist card from his arms. The jade waist card was white all over, decorated with cloud patterns, surrounding the jade card, and engraved with the three big characters of Xuantianzong in the center. Could there be Ning Zhi on the back of the jade card? The two large characters proved Ning Zhi's identity.

The old lady in the main seat handed over the jade plaque to the old man in the lower seat for inspection, and the elders in the lower seat circulated it one by one. After passing it around, the old man in the lower seat nodded to the old lady in the main seat.

"Sure enough, it is the master of Xuantianzong, please give me a seat quickly."

Ning Zhi raised his head in disbelief, and sure enough, the servant who had been vicious just now moved the high chair respectfully, and asked Ning Zhi to sit down with a respectful face.

"I didn't know the identity of the master just now, so I offended you." The old lady stood up leaning on the dragon head crutches, and the old men sitting in a circle also stood up one after another, and bowed to Ning Zhi, "Master, please forgive me."

Ning Zhi hurriedly stood up, how could he bear so many elders saluting to him, and hurriedly replied: "If you can't do it, you just entered the Taoist sect, so I can't afford you to call me a master."

The old men sat down with the support of the attendants beside them: "The master can afford to be called a master after entering the Taoist sect, so he is much better than us old fellows."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"It's just..." The old lady on the main seat sighed heavily, "We in Shangcheng have always believed in the immortals of the Xuantian, but I don't know if it's because we didn't serve you well this month, or our virtues are at fault. , This month, ghosts and ghosts are rampant in Shangcheng, and they can even be seen in the daytime, we really have no choice."

The old men sitting in the lower seat also sighed together with the old lady in the upper seat. What's more, they burst into tears when they took out the handkerchief from their sleeve pockets. When Ning Zhi saw such a scene, he was stunned at that time. Quickly comforted: "It will be better, it will be better."

The old lady gave a killing blow first, showing the importance of the tribute, and then held her up high. These old foxes who had lived for decades sang together, fooling Ning Zhi so much that he couldn't find it. Had to stand from a high place.

"It's because of our lack of virtue. We have been enshrining for many years and still attract ghosts and ghosts. In the early days, some masters came to help. These days," the old lady sighed again, "These monsters are getting more and more rampant these days. How should I live."

After these few words, it seemed that Ning Zhi's eating of the pastry made the demons in this place even more domineering. Suddenly, he felt that the pastry he had eaten was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't digest it or spit it out.

Those old men were still crying, but Ning Zhi didn't know what to do. How could he not know what level he was, and he couldn't even make a single sword move. Let alone fighting ghosts, it would take a lot of effort to hit a pheasant: "But I'm not good at learning, I don't know if I can..."

These old men who have become spirits didn't want to count on him, they counted on the master behind him: "Our place, originally with beautiful mountains and rivers, if there is no such ghost, it is also a good place to practice."

Ning Zhi could tell this time that these old men wanted him to ask his master to help him down the mountain, but Ning Zhi had lost a bet with his senior brother. I can't go back to the mountain gate for a day, if I go back to ask for help now, I'm afraid I will be laughed at by my senior brother for the rest of my life: "But..."

Seeing Ning Zhi's embarrassment, those old men burst into tears again: "The worship is not good enough, this is fate."

Ning Zhi was overwhelmed by these old men, and sat stiffly on the seat, neither sitting nor walking, surrounded by these old men, and gave in after less than a stick of incense: "Then... Shall I send a letter to the teacher?"

The old people sitting around raised their heads happily, and the old lady stood up excitedly, and gave Ning Zhi a big gift: "You are the savior of our Shangcheng, hurry up, hold a banquet, and entertain the distinguished guests!"

Ning Zhi was forcibly dragged out of Venerable Xuantian's temple by these old men, leaving only Ji Mingzhao who was stunned by the operation of beating these old men with a stick and giving him a sweet date, crying, making trouble, and hanging himself.

Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy.

After everyone retreated from the temple, Ji Mingzhao slowly turned his attention to the jade statue that was still staring at her.

The jade statue is silent and merciful, and it seems to be different from the jade statue of the same fairy when I first saw it. Ji Mingzhao is a little puzzled. It is also haunted by ghosts and monsters. Why is the jade statue so calm this time? I cherish it very much, the jade statue is supposed to protect the people here, how could it end up like Shichong Town, where ghosts and ghosts are rampant.

Could it be this god, not good enough?
The jade statue seemed to be able to perceive what Ji Mingzhao was thinking, or saw that her expression was wrong, and suddenly his eyes turned cold. Ji Mingzhao was startled by the sudden change in the expression of the jade statue, and quickly bowed to the jade statue three times. Quickly exit the main hall of the temple.

Ji Mingzhao didn't dare to stay in the temple even if he took a single step, but as soon as he walked out of the temple, he seemed to think of something, so he bravely retreated back to the temple.

"My lord Xuantian, can I ask you something more?" The jade statue did not focus on Ji Mingzhao this time, but was like an ordinary jade statue with divergent pupils and a compassionate face. You can also make two more wishes to the jade statue, I want your jade statue to stay in this space for a while, until I get Xu Guangbai's chance, I will offer it to you, how about it?"

This time, the Jade Statue focused its attention on Ji Mingzhao again, its eyes were clear and kind, as if it was asking Ji Mingzhao: What about your last offering, and you still want to lie to me, you bastard!
"We'll give it to you today, I'll give it to you today." Ji Mingzhao knew he was wrong, ran out of the temple quickly but didn't dare to stay for a moment, and walked straight out of the temple.

Outside the temple is a once bustling street, but now, a large number of shops are closed, and only a few shops are barely open, but there are no customers.

It seems that this ghost has caused a lot of influence on this place.

Following the smell, Ji Mingzhao walked into a pastry shop that was still open. The pastry shop was so huge that it took up the size of three shops in other people's houses. The breath spread from the street to the end of the street.

The clerks in the shop were hiding behind the counter like frightened birds. When Ji Mingzhao entered the door, there was a gust of wind, which made the clerks tremble.

"Don't, don't come back, I beg you, what should you do if you come back after you're dead... Great Immortal Xuantian bless you, Great Immortal Xuantian bless you..."

Ji Mingzhao immediately thought of the flamboyant ghost yesterday, and the smile on his face when he was lying on the skylight looking down yesterday, and immediately shivered.

Just now those old people said that this ghost only appeared in this month. Although it was not wearing wedding clothes, it died when they were newly married. Go, they are buried everywhere by the roadside, judging by the clothes on this girl, she should be a concubine of which family, she is just a miserable person.

(End of this chapter)