Chapter 127: Chapter 103: It was crowded outside just now, I knelt down for you here!
Jin Mingjun woke up in a filthy, dim dungeon.
Even after being incarcerated overnight, Jin Mingjun was still not used to the unique stench of the prison in the Nepal region.
Additionally, the wounds on his lips and cheeks tugged painfully.
This made Priest Jin Mingjun somewhat regretful.
He had acted impulsively by bringing his brother along this time.
In the darkness, Jin Mingjun faintly heard someone walking above and talking about something in the local dialect.
Jin Mingjun had a good memory and understood a few of the badly learned local common vocabulary words.
Ghostly God, priest, eat…
Jin Mingjun turned pale as he imagined many unpleasant scenes.
It was not that he truly believed that the temple, which had slowly garnered attention to the point of catching the priests’ notice, would really summon a Ghostly God.
Instead, Jin Mingjun knew very well that in these barbaric places that did not communicate with the Holy Lord, it was not uncommon for temples to keep man-eating tigers.
It was occasionally rumored that feeding criminals or the lowly to the tigers was their final mercy, their last honor.
In this way, they could accumulate more goodness in their next life. After accumulating enough for ten lifetimes, maybe in the next life, they could be reborn noble both in soul and body.
“Holy Lord, save us, bless us with a miracle, let your door descend to take away the souls of us your devout followers.”
In the corner, Jin Mingjun heard his brother, a year older than him, who seemed to have had a mental breakdown, crouch in the corner and pray incoherently.
This behavior was entirely unlike his previous demeanor; fortunately, there was no blood relation between them, so he did not need to be embarrassed on his behalf.
Jin Mingjun was pondering when he suddenly heard the dungeon’s door being opened by something.
Using only a faint yellow light bulb for illumination, he could not see anything at the door through the iron bars.
Instead, a cold wind blew through the darkness, chilling Jin Mingjun’s skin.
It also made him stare wide-eyed at the seemingly empty space ahead, yet he could hear footsteps thumping on the ground.
No, it was a monster, the Ghostly God had arrived!
The Ghostly God worshiped in this temple was real?
Jin Mingjun felt the temperature around him drop rapidly as the dungeon door opened.
Jin Mingjun’s lips quickly turned purple, and his skin broke out in goosebumps due to the rapidly dropping temperature.
The person in the corner also noticed the anomaly and began to bury his head in the mud, continuously begging not to be eaten.
He must have retained some sanity as he begged using the local dialect instead of Korean.
Su Ping had come invisibly, activating the Cold Ice Array to add some special effects, boosting what might be an insufficient sense of mystery.
Under Divine Sense, the emotional fluctuations of these two Korean priests were completely visible to him.
Therefore, Su Ping was sure these two priests were not fanatics.
A true fanatic, upon seeing his arrival, wouldn’t they jump up and shout in the name of the Holy Lord, “begone, demon”?
Su Ping stopped at the dungeon, his Object Manipulation Technique twisted the lock with a click, and then the wooden door slowly creaked open.
Watching the door being slowly opened.
Jin Mingjun’s pupils contracted twice, and simultaneously, as Su Ping slowly released his transcendent aura.
The suppression from a great cultivator of the Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation on mere mortals, originating from both soul and genetic makeup.
Also made Jin Mingjun feel a throb deep in his soul and a reminder of danger.
“Why have you come to desecrate my place?”
In the cold air, a voice emerged, indistinguishable between male and female, sounding somewhat synthetic.
But Jin Mingjun could no longer care about that, nor did he have the heart to distinguish anything.
Like grabbing a lifeline.
Jin Mingjun suddenly knelt down, began pleading for mercy, and spewed out the whole incident.
During this time, the other priest also interjected a sentence or two in real-time, fearful of not being involved enough and being eaten by the Ghostly God afterwards.
Following the priests’ unsparing confession,
Su Ping also understood why so many priests from Korea dared to wander around and perform publicity stunts at this time.
The group to which Priest Jin Mingjun belonged was a new team in Korea that had emerged in recent years.
And because it was newly emerged,
this team maintained clear rewards and punishment system similar to many predecessors.
Aside from the Sect Hierarch, all positions in the group were assigned based on scores achieved through testing and performance.
As long as you were well-versed in the doctrines, did well in exams, and had solid achievements, you could indeed elevate your internal ranking and obtain substantial profits.
For Koreans who had spent half a lifetime taking exams, this was simply the most acceptable standard template.
Adding the fact that progress yielded visible returns, it was no wonder that so many followers were exceptionally proactive, even daring to travel abroad for performance.
This sort of stunt, as long as one did not die, which most indeed did not,
and were sent back home, would allow them to feed on the Holy Lord Sect’s resources for a lifetime.
Even if they switched to those major groups, it was also a very nice addition to their resume.
“These guys, how does it feel like they are a gray financial investment company dressed in the guise of a secret church, no, many also have actual business, even taking on significant community management and emergency functions.”
“Not only taking the money from followers but also from the magnates, and if it grows large, even getting money from bureaucrats!”
“They have transformed, now serving as a bridge connecting both layers.”