Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

On the other side, in front of a stick of incense.

"If that doesn't work, how about we place three incense sticks a few meters apart?" Ji Mingzhao asked.

Although there is a great possibility that this statue is not in this teahouse at all, there are tens of thousands of houses in Langcheng, and it is unrealistic to find one by one. It is better to use a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and want to add incense to this piece of meat. Besides.

"Does any of you bring incense?" Zhang Ying thought it was reasonable, "I don't have any on me."

All the monks shook their heads, and then unanimously turned their attention to Ji Dora Mingzhao.

"..."

Ji Mingzhao really has it.

Ji Mingzhao bought a bundle the last time she offered incense to Venerable Xuantian, but she has not used it up even today, so she took out the incense from her backpack: "Should each of us offer incense, or should we send a representative? "

Yan Qing was very surprised: "Why do you have everything? Can you save so many spiritual stones?"

Yan Qing is a sword cultivator. As long as he still has the treasures of heaven and earth, he will feed them all his magical weapons. Each person has a sword and a thin coat. Not to mention the breeze, even a tenth-level wind cannot blow even a penny out of his pocket. He was so poor that even a thief would shed tears when he entered his yard, and some conscientious people would throw ten or eight spiritual stones at him.

"I saved it by running around in the world in my early years." Ji Mingzhao did not lie to Yan Qing. This spiritual stone was indeed saved before she entered the Demon-Suppressing Sect.

Even in the world of cultivation, there is inflation. In order to prevent the over-circulation of spiritual stones and the exhaustion of spiritual veins caused by over-mining of spiritual stones, even a large sect like the Fumo Sect only distributes three copies to its disciples every month. Ten medium-grade spirit stones.

The main source of these monks' spiritual stones is to go out for experience.

"Junior sister, I also want to run around in the world." Yan Qing was very envious and immediately wanted to become Ji Mingzhao's accomplice.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, business is important." Zhang Ying pulled Yan Qing back, who was very careless, and stuffed a handful of incense into his hand. "Please go to the third floor and offer three incense sticks 50 meters apart."

Yan Qing took the order and ran up the stairs three steps in two.

Qingxi also received a handful of incense. Zhang Ying didn't trust the three outside demon cultivators. Among these monks, they only had some friendship with the monks from the Demon Fu Sect, so he simply borrowed Zhou Jingzhi's power to ask his disciples to run errands: " Fellow Taoists, please speed up."

Zhang Ying placed the incense at the entrance of the cave on the high platform, stretched out his hand to pinch it, lit it, and bowed three times at the entrance of the cave very solemnly.

"Friend Qing, please take a look to see if there is any change in the notice."

Qingxi responded, and took out those notices from her bosom. The contents of the notices did not change at all, that is to say, the entrance of the cave was not the god mentioned in the notices.

"Is this notice inaccurate?" Fang Luochen leaned on the railing on the third floor and asked Qing Xi on the second floor with only one head stretched out.

"I don't know." Qingxi only tried it twice. No one knows whether the notice can be accurate every time in this chaotic place. "I only tried it twice."

"I'm afraid it's not in this teahouse." Zhang Ying was a little discouraged, afraid that this so-called god could not be found.

"Will there be any punishment?" Qu Yu looked very anxious.

If there is a punishment...then what is the punishment...?
"How about we go into this cave too...I can't stay in this damn place for a moment..."

Yan Qing looked around with some fear. God knows what the punishment in this ghost place is...

Yan Qing's words are very reasonable, but there is still no news from Zhou Jingzhi and Sun Laogui who went down to the cave first, so they should go down now...

All the monks' eyes fell on Zhang Ying. After Zhou Jingzhi and Sun Laogui entered the cave, she naturally became the leader.Zhang Ying stared at the entrance of the cave. Zhou Jingzhi and Old Ghost Sun had not yet been summoned, and she did not dare to risk so many lives: "...wait a little longer."

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, what are we waiting for?!" Fang Luochen was trembling with fear, holding tightly to the railing on the third floor with both hands, "The weather is going to change again soon... I don't want to die here..."

But he didn't dare to go down to this cave alone, so he could only urge Zhang Ying: "Zhang Daoyou, please think carefully, we have so many lives!"

Zhang Ying frowned suddenly, and the other party's boredom in Luochen was a little more in his heart. This kind of guy is probably the first to run away when he encounters danger: "Fang Daoyou, if you want to do it yourself, urge me to do it yourself!" What are you doing, are you afraid to do it?"

Being blocked by Zhang Ying, Fang Luochen's face turned pale, and his hands were trembling. It was difficult for anyone to stay calm in the face of life and death. Demonic cultivators are no better than humans. They are born as demons, and they are almost born with the ability to cultivate. Human cultivators can still accumulate spiritual energy little by little from ordinary people, but demon cultivators have never experienced it. The feeling of not having control of power made him panic and confused.

But still have to wait.

Zhang Ying's face was tense and her eyes were fixed on the hole, hoping that Zhou Jingzhi or Sun Laogui would jump out of the hole.

I don't know how much time passed, but stronger light shone into the room from bottom to top outside the window.

Ji Mingzhao's heart tightened suddenly, and Qingxi quickly spread out the notices.

I saw that the text above changed again:
Today is auspicious, people outside the city can enter the city.

The government office is open today, and those who have any grievances should go there immediately.

Today, when the Washenei troupe performs, the common people are not allowed to watch.

The gods in the room are not worshiped, but the gods have given grace and can be worshiped with tokens today.

A token of the gods...

That means they still have a chance!

But what is the token of the gods...

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the tea house, and the faint sound of gongs and drums could be heard.

Wase Troupe!

To perform on...a high platform? !
The sound of gongs and drums gradually became louder.

Ji Mingzhao's cold sweat broke out layer by layer, and within a few breaths his blue clothes were completely soaked.

This is how to do? !What exactly is the token of the gods? !
Xu Guangbai was standing next to Qingxi at this time. The stock in his pouch was used up when he dealt with the wronged souls outside, so he could only take out the jade talisman of the Venerable Demon Subduer in his pouch at this time. emergency.

Jade Talisman...?
Now what can be called a token of the gods in this room...isn't it the magical weapon on the jade statues that Ji Mingzhao brought earlier? !
Qingxi snatched the jade talisman from Xu Guangbai's hand: "Ming Zhao, do you still have fragrance?!"

Ji Mingzhao didn't realize what Qingxi meant. She just followed Qingxi's words and subconsciously reached for her backpack. She went back and forth for a long time and said, "It's gone..."

"I still have it! I still have it!" Yan Qing rushed down from the third floor, "But there are only two left!"

Qingxi snatched the incense, stuck the jade talisman in the gap of the stairs, quickly pinched the stick with his right hand to light the incense, and knelt down before the jade talisman: "Master, we really don't have any extra incense, wait until we get out." I will definitely give you plenty of time!" (End of this chapter)