Starting From A Fisherman To Cultivate Immortality And Live Forever

Chapter 104: Just now there were many people outside, I kneel down here for you!

Jin Mingjun woke up from the dirty and dim dungeon.

Even though he had been imprisoned for a night, Jin Mingjun still wasn't quite used to the unique stench of the Nierpo area's prison.

In addition, the wounds on the corners of his mouth and cheeks were throbbing with pain.

This made Pastor Jin Mingjun feel a bit regretful.

He had been a bit impulsive bringing his brother here this time.

Clatter!

In the darkness, Jin Mingjun faintly heard someone walking nearby, and someone speaking in the local dialect.

Jin Mingjun had a good memory and understood a few commonly used local words.

Ghost, sacrifice, eat...

Jin Mingjun's face turned pale as he listened, and he thought of many unpleasant scenes in his mind.

It wasn't that he really believed that the temple, which had gradually gained fame and caught the attention of priests like him, would actually summon ghosts and gods.

But Jin Mingjun was well aware that in these savage places where communication with the Holy Lord was lacking, there were temples that kept man-eating tigers.

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

This way, they could accumulate more goodness in their next life, and after accumulating enough for ten lifetimes, perhaps they could be reborn as noble people from soul to flesh in the next life.

"Oh Holy Lord, save us, bless us with miracles, let your gate descend and take away the souls of us devout believers."

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

This was quite different from his previous behavior, but fortunately, they were not blood-related, so Jin Mingjun didn't need to feel embarrassed for him.

As Jin Mingjun was contemplating, he suddenly heard that the door of the dungeon seemed to be opened by something.

However... with only one dim yellow light bulb for illumination, he couldn't see anything at the door through the iron bars.

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

It also made him widen his eyes in astonishment as he heard the sound of footsteps on the ground... thud, thud.

An invisible person?

No, it's a monster, a ghost!

The gods worshipped in this temple were actually real?

Jin Mingjun could sense that as the dungeon door opened, the temperature around him was rapidly dropping.

Jin Mingjun's lips quickly turned purple, and his skin broke out in goosebumps due to the rapidly dropping temperature.

Ah!

The person in the corner also noticed something abnormal and kept begging not to be eaten, pressing his head against the muddy ground.

He still had some sanity left, using the local dialect instead of Korean to beg for mercy.

Su Ping appeared while invisible, activating the Frost Array to add some special effects, enhancing the mysterious feeling that might be lacking.

Under his divine sense, Su Ping could clearly see the emotional fluctuations of these two Korean priests.

Therefore, Su Ping was certain that these two priests were not fanatical believers.

If they were truly fanatical believers who only had the Holy Lord in their minds, when they saw his appearance, wouldn't they jump up and shout in the name of the Holy Lord for the demon to retreat?

Su Ping stopped at the prison cell, and with a wave of his magic technique, the lock on the prison cell clicked open, and then the wooden door slowly creaked open.

Hoo!

Watching the door slowly open.

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

The transcendent suppression from the soul and genes that a Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator had on mortals.

It also made Jin Mingjun feel a tremor and a dangerous warning deep in his soul.

"Why did you come to desecrate my place?"

In the cold air, a voice that couldn't distinguish between male and female, sounding a bit synthesized, could be heard.

But Jin Mingjun couldn't care about that anymore, nor did he have the heart to distinguish anything.

It was like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Jin Mingjun suddenly knelt down on the ground and began to beg for mercy, explaining the whole incident in one breath.

During this time, another priest also added a few words in real-time, afraid of not having a sense of participation and being eaten by ghosts and gods afterwards.

With the two priests revealing everything they knew.

Su Ping also understood why there were still so many Korean priests running around and engaging in performance art at this time.

The group where Pastor Jin Mingjun was a part of was a newly established team in Korea in the past two years.

Because it was just established.

Like many predecessors, this team still maintains a clear system of rewards and punishments.

Except for the leader, all positions in this group are allocated based on exam scores and performance.

As long as you learn the doctrine well, perform well in exams, and have solid achievements, you can truly improve your rank within the church and gain a lot of profit.

For Koreans who have been taking exams for half their lives, this is simply the easiest standard template to accept.

Coupled with the fact that hard work leads to rewards, it's no wonder there are so many believers with high subjectivity and even dare to go abroad to show off for the sake of performance.

As long as they don't die, in proportion, most of them really won't die.

And once they are sent back, they can rely on this experience to enjoy a lifetime of benefits from the Holy Bishop.

Even if they switch to those large organizations, it is also a very good bonus.

"These guys, why do they feel like gray financial investment companies disguised as mysterious sects? No, many of them also have real businesses, and even undertake important community management and emergency functions."

"Not only do they take money from the believers, they can also take money from the tycoons, and even get money from the bureaucrats when they become big!"

"They have transformed themselves into bridges connecting the upper and lower levels."

"No wonder there are so many organizations popping up in Korea. Before, I only thought they were under a lot of pressure and had many fools. Now it seems that there are probably a bunch of former landlords and gentry who are enjoying themselves under the disguise."

Su Ping analyzed it and vaguely sensed some underlying logic.

But this had nothing to do with Su Ping. He only needed a breakthrough and then he could go farming.

So, Su Ping became curious about how these organizations would react when they suddenly discovered that the mysterious disguise they were wearing had come to life and became active.

Early in the morning.

Pastor Jin Mingjun, who was still in a daze, was brought out of the dungeon and had a simple unknown porridge as breakfast.

He received a phone call.

So, Jin Mingjun started making rescue calls.

In Korea, the emerging group that Jin Mingjun belonged to was called the Qiming Star Sect. The leader was excited when he learned that Jin Mingjun was still alive.

And immediately expressed willingness to provide assistance.

After all, the video of Jin Mingjun and the other person causing a scene in the temple in Jia De City had long been spread through satellite networks to the online community in Korea.

It became another ironclad proof of their devout faith in promoting their Holy Lord belief.

If they could return alive, and then be used by the leader to arrange TV appearances, even write books and hold events.

It would be very helpful for the growth and strengthening of their Qiming Star Sect!

So, with a professional negotiation team, they arrived at the temple in the afternoon.

After a simple and friendly negotiation with Tapu, who had already received revelations.

The negotiation team left a bag of cash and took away the two priests.

However, the captain of the negotiation team, also a Korean, and a former member of the original Water Blue Star Rescue and Safety Team, vaguely felt that the two priests who were rescued this time were behaving somewhat unusually.

Weren't the fellow priests they had rescued before all big-mouthed complainers? Why were they so quiet this time?

Could it be that there was something special about this temple that really scared these priests?

The captain arranged for them to see a psychologist, and after confirming that there were no major issues, they were released.

The captain originally intended to take a short break, but unexpectedly, Jin Mingjun insisted on immediately leaving Nepal and returning to Korea. He was even willing to pay extra money for this.

Considering the overtime pay, the captain and the team members discussed it and agreed.

So, Jin Mingjun and others boarded a charter plane and flew to Korea.

Throughout the journey, the captain and the passengers on the plane were unaware that there was an unexpected guest by Pastor Jin Mingjun's side.

...

Korea, the most densely populated capital district.

In this land of limited space and high value.

The Bright Star Sect made great efforts and finally set up a three-story building here, which was converted into a temporary church.

Their leader, Li Yongxiu, has been living here recently, personally training a group of young talents who have joined the sect.

This leader is named Li Yongxiu, just turned fifty this year, and has served as an elite special forces soldier and has made achievements.

Later, after his business failed and he couldn't afford to see a psychologist, he sought spiritual solace and found a priest who provided him with comfort.

Then, this clever person suddenly realized that with his network of relatives and friends in his hometown, what kind of business could be better than starting a sect?

So, with the thought of starting a sect, this charismatic leader quickly gained momentum as if he had found his calling.

And by implementing a policy of fair distribution of profits within the sect, rewarding those who contributed, he attracted more and more talented individuals, laying a solid foundation for growth and expansion!

If they can overcome the challenges of development and break through the bottleneck in the future, this sect will leave its mark in the country.

But if they fail... either they will self-destruct and be devoured by others, including the leader becoming a member of another team.

Or they will give up on themselves and become another extremist sect, surviving by becoming someone else's pawn.

In order to create a better future, this leader attaches great importance to Jin Mingjun and his team.

Therefore, they have just landed here.

On the other side, the leader of the sect began to hold a welcoming ceremony.

Jin Mingjun and his brother, like two heroes who had defeated the demon king, arrived at the small building where the leader was located. They forced a smile and greeted the welcoming guests around them.

Leader Li Yongxiu also smiled and stood up to greet them. In the name of the Archbishop of the Bright Star Sect, he bestowed blessings upon them.

At that moment, the leader's pupils suddenly contracted a few times, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Several tens of seconds later, the leader declined the invitations from the people around him, using the reason of wanting to have a private conversation with Jin Mingjun and the others about their demon-expelling journey.

Together with Jin Mingjun and the others, he entered the leader's office on the third floor.

Click! The door was locked, ensuring that this modified office was still soundproof.

Thump!

Leader Li Yongxiu knelt towards the empty space next to Jin Mingjun.

"Supreme, great, merciful, unparalleled angel!"

"Just now, when there were many people, your followers knelt down to pray to you!"

Invisible Su Ping watched the kneeling leader and felt that this person was also talented.

No wonder he could achieve something even though he changed his career halfway.

However...

"You're kneeling in the wrong direction."

Su Ping spoke lightly and slowly manifested the figure of the White Crane Boy in the air.

But this time, the incarnation had wings.

Whoosh!

Seeing the White Crane Boy seemingly floating in mid-air, Jin Mingjun and the others also knelt down with weak legs.

At first, Jin Mingjun thought that when he bestowed blessings upon himself, he heard the leader of the sect, Li Yongxiu, who was being questioned by the ghost and god, was afraid of the ghost and god, so he immediately surrendered when he returned to the secret room.

Unexpectedly... the person in front of him who came to punish the sect with him actually looked like an angel?

No, that's not right. Real angels aren't that cute, and they don't conform to human aesthetics.

They are a group of the earliest versions of indescribable beings!

Li Yongxiu, the leader of the sect, didn't think too much about it. Anyway, any foreign god that he subjugated or recognized could be an angel.

The Lord of Hell can also be the King of Angels.

He felt that as a member of the Morning Star Sect, it was not wrong to call the ghost and god an angel.

Now that he saw Baihe Tongzi appear, he only trembled slightly, quickly changed the direction of his kneeling, and bowed again.

"An angel?"

Su Ping smiled faintly and said,

"I neither like nor dislike such an honorary title."

"But!"

"Do you... deserve to call me that?"

Baihe Tongzi's eyes slightly narrowed.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

At the same time, a pressure came upon Li Yongxiu, the leader, causing him to collapse on the carpet with a crack.

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

Jin Mingjun and the others lowered their heads, trembling, and didn't dare to stop it.

After a while, when Li Yongxiu, the leader, felt that his bones were about to be crushed, the pressure slowly disappeared.

He gasped for breath, feeling fortunate to have escaped death.

It was also at this moment that the leader truly believed in the existence of the mysterious.

"You have blasphemed against me."

"If you don't want your souls to be taken away and burned for eternal redemption after death."

"Then, sign a servant contract with me while you're still alive."

Su Ping glanced at these stick priests and silently waved his hand, and three scrolls fell down.

These scrolls were all inferior products that couldn't be used as talisman skins.

The immortal texts engraved on them were also useless.

They only made ordinary people feel uncomfortable after looking at them for a long time, consuming their vitality and spirit.

The contract was just something Su Ping casually mentioned.

But Su Ping knew that these stick priests who played with the Holy Lord Sect were definitely involved in black magic and demonology.

They naturally had more trust in the concept of a contract than ordinary people.

Especially now, when the contract came from an obviously mysterious entity.

Jin Mingjun and the leader had no choice but to believe!

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

After Li Yongxiu got up and understood Su Ping's words, he immediately reacted, prostrating himself at Baihe Tongzi's feet and biting his finger to write his name on the paper.

After writing his name, he looked at the immortal texts on the contract paper.

He found that he didn't recognize any of them and felt dizzy, even feeling that those words were moving and mocking them.

Li Yongxiu and Jin Mingjun both took a cold breath.

They believed in the authenticity of this contract!

Those words must be some kind of extraordinary text specifically for contracts!

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