I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

The old bishop came back soon and didn't say where he was, and Gallo didn't ask.

Anyway, he often disappeared like this mysterious play.

"Come on, take a look at the ritual dance I just practiced today."

Gallo said, looking for a mop as a scepter, and this began his performance.

Compared with the elegant, slender, and noble dances of the girl bishop, his dance looks kongwu, powerful and unrestrained.

The mop on hand has been danced into an electric fan, bringing out a gust of wind.

Said it is a dance or a ritual, but it is more like a street performer, a performance of broken boulders on the chest.

But that's the case, the old bishop still nodded, applauded and exclaimed:

"Great! This is the real ritual dance!"

"You are really talented in art, you are a genius artist dragged down by faith!"

"But... why did you suddenly think about learning this? Didn't you always think it was useless before?"

Gallo stopped the dance, set the mop, and then began to tell what he saw today.

When he said that he had stolen the miracle of the girl bishop, the old bishop couldn't help but widen his eyes and interrupted in surprise:

"Wait, you only watched it once, and you learned her magic? You can use it with the aid of handprints?"

"No... there are still many flaws and shortcomings..."

"Obviously it's just a simple fifth-order magic technique, I can't learn it well, and I have to rely on mudra to perform..."

"My talent is so bad, I am ashamed of the favor of the goddess."

Gallo is very helpless, but there is no way, talent is after all hard work can not be exchanged.

He thinks this should be related to his resurrection once.

He vaguely remembered that when he was on earth, he was also a pastor, and that kind of very powerful pastor.

However, he believes in a deity called ‘Holy Light’, who is also very good at mind control. He often turns the enemy’s powerful followers, like the King of the Balrog, Deathwing, etc., into his own followers, allowing them to bite the original owner.

Then he said "Wow", "Thank you", and "Good fight" in an understatement, and the enemy exploded in anger.

As a result, now, he has become a mediocre person who has extremely poor talent and can't learn even the simplest and most basic entry-level healing magic.

He felt that this was the side effect of the resurrection.

How could the miracle of resurrection come without a price?

After listening to his description, the old bishop's tone changed a little and said quickly:

"That's a Tier 5 divine technique! You are too..."

When he got excited, he almost said what was in his heart, but fortunately he reacted quickly enough, and immediately changed his words:

"It's too bad!"

"If you replace it with your brother, you will be able to reproduce this magic perfectly."

"You still need to keep working hard, let alone tell others about it, so as not to be embarrassed."

Gallo nodded with shame, and then said:

"I know, I will keep the goddess' teachings in mind and be humble and cautious at all times."

The old bishop exhorted again:

"Don't repeat the mistakes of your brother."

"Yes, I will always remember his lesson."

Gallo has a senior who is also a student adopted by the old bishop, but he has never been masked, and he doesn't even know his name. He can only imagine his heroic appearance in the various descriptions of the old bishop.

He is a genuine genius, and he can learn all divine arts once he learns it, and he can be learned once he is rubbed. There is nothing in this world that can stump him.

Gallo believes, because the old bishop never lied.

He often fantasizes, if the brother is still there, how prominent his sect is? How moist should the day be?

If he could have his talent, how good would it be?

It's a pity that this talented brother is proud and complacent, and refuses to work hard. When he squanders his talent, he squanders everyone.

His proud heart couldn't accept such a gap, he chose to commit suicide by taking poison, and he died young.

Gallo couldn't help but sigh, and always use him as a lesson to remind and urge himself not to repeat the same mistakes.

The old bishop thought for a while, and then asked:

"So, what is the purpose of your divine art?"

Gallo hurriedly revealed his small abacus and calculations, including borrowing an ox cart from Old John, borrowing a donkey from a neighbor, using potato skins as petals, and curtains as carpets.

"In this way, we are also people with pomp and tolerance. If we go to help people perform ceremonies, the fees can be increased."

"The bishop requires 50 gold at a time. We can make it cheaper and fight the price war!"

"Uh...you..."

The old bishop was embarrassed and stopped talking.

Finally, he reluctantly said:

"You can try..."

"But the question is, who will invite us to host such ceremonies?"

Gallo couldn't help but froze...

Yeah...Who would invite our unknown sect to perform this kind of ceremony?

The believers of Old John couldn't afford the high price at all.

He couldn't help being a little discouraged.

The old bishop noticed his emotional changes, and quickly comforted:

"It's okay, not now, not necessarily in the future."

"The goddess said: With hope, tomorrow will be better."

"So you can prepare first and be prepared."

Gallo suddenly regained his spirit and nodded again and again.

"Yes, yeah, as you always say: we can use it, but we can't."

"I'm going to continue practicing now!"

After all, he really went back to his room and began to carefully ponder the magical technique he had just learned.

He must master this magical technique as soon as possible, and do it as soon as possible without mudra.

With your own talent, it may take a night.

If you change to a genius brother, it may take a few minutes.

This gap is too big...

But it doesn’t matter, I can make up for it with my hard work!

He cheered himself up in his heart, so he plunged into the practice of divine art.

It wasn't until midnight that he finally mastered this divine technique, and he could use it instantly without the aid of mudra.

But there is still a flaw.

It's the song of the chant...

No matter how he adjusts and tries, some weird songs are always played...

No way, he has tried his best...

Although the tune is a bit strange, he almost can't understand these languages, and others can't understand it.

"It happens to be our own characteristic, and it won't be exactly the same as Shenguangjiao."

Gallo muttered to himself, feeling a little sleepy. He quickly did 100 push-ups and exercised his body. Only then did he get rid of the lead entangled in his body and fell to bed.

Before going to bed, he still did not forget to confess his sins to the goddess.

"I ate the sheriff's meal today, one for two..."

"Too little, wasted this precious opportunity..."

"Waste is a sin, I hope the goddess can forgive me."