Chapter 628 The Tragedy of Song Yanbai

Song Yanbai recently felt that his eyelids were always jumping. His own brother followed the red-clothed master of Qian'an Mansion to the New World. Although he had only been gone for a few days, Song Yanbai always felt uneasy.

This is not a good phenomenon.

As a divine master, in fact, Song Yanbai does not believe in intuition very much. As the messenger of the gods, in fact, Song Yanbai himself knows the situation of the gods better than those ordinary believers outside. Believers can become stronger monks with the power of faith, but in fact, such help is not necessary. On the contrary, once the power of believers' faith is absorbed by the gods, they will be completely tied to the gods.

Although it is certainly impossible for mortals to live longer than gods, and in general, it will never lead to a large number of believers to die because of the death of gods, but no one can really guarantee such a thing. Legend has it that the gods also fight fiercely in the heavenly battlefield, otherwise there will be no distribution of power among the major gods.

Song Yanbai now doesn't have much mind to think about the situation of the earth emperor in the kingdom or even in the battlefield of heaven. He is only worried about his own safety, and even worried about the safety of his own brother just because he feels very worried about the victory or defeat of this battle.

In the eyes of ordinary believers, monks are extremely powerful, and those ordinary believers also believe that the temple is indestructible, believing that as long as there is a temple, there will definitely be divine messengers as the strongest barrier. But this is heaven. No one knows when a new continent will suddenly appear next to its territory, and it happens that some powerful enemies will appear on that new continent.

This time, Song Yanbai had a feeling that he had met a fierce character, and he was a large group of fierce characters. When the believers and monks in Qian'an County went out to conquer the new continent, although the war situation outside did not affect the stability in Qian'an County, the believers, monks and ordinary people in Qian'an County did not fight. The Ministry does not know what is going on outside, and even many people are as blindly optimistic as ever that this battle will definitely be won. Under the glory of the great earthly emperor, how can there be room for infidels to survive in this land?

Yes, the pagans certainly can't laugh to the end. Song Yanbai is now only worried that these outlaws have to catch some people as cushions before they die. Now such a thing may happen at any time. It is not that Song Yanbai is alarmist. Song Yanbai, a monk in Qian'an County, knows it clearly, otherwise it is impossible to ask Qian'an Prefecture for help, and even the divine master in red has been sent.

But since the priest in red has taken action, the battle should be over now. Although I didn't really figure out the details of those pagans before, at least I already know that their number is not many. This time, a large number of elites were sent to cooperate with a red priest in Qian'an, but There are not many people, but there are some pagans who know some conspiracy and tricks, and they must be captured.

The development of things seems to be very different from what he imagined. Recently, the bishop in the temple has also begun to become impatient. He seems to have realized something, but he did not say clearly that this damn old man, who has held the position of bishop for so many years, will never die. Obviously, he may die at any time. Here, Song Yanbai wanted to kill the old guy more than once, but thinking of the storm-like blow he might face after killing him, he could only watch the damned bishop play tricks again and again.

This time it must be the old man hiding some secrets. It must be like this. Song Yanbai thought angrily, as if in order to spit out the turbid air in his heart, he walked out of the temple and planned to go out to get some air.

Unconsciously, he walked to the remote street. Originally, Song Yanbai was not a rare street. There was nothing to get here. Even if it was really good, it was just a small profit. Since he was promoted from a god to a god, he had disdained to do such a thing. My brother is right. Since he is a divine master, he should have the demeanor of a divine master, so as not to be looked down upon by other divine masters and affect his promotion in the future.

It's just that some time ago, I suddenly found a shop with a good business here. The store sells something that I have never touched before. The tea called spiritual tea is so magical. After drinking it once, I decided that it is definitely the most precious thing in the world, which is better than any elixir. I don't know how many times the existence is better. Not only is the price reasonable, but the effect is even more amazing. To be fair, it is no coincidence that the business of this shop called Jingxinzhai is so good.

But good things should always be in their own hands. As the messenger of the gods, how can they be competent if they don't find such good things for the gods to worship? The gods may not have time to enjoy this kind of mortal thing. When they come, they will help the gods digest them, which is also regarded as the gods to these ordinary people. Favored.

Such an idea has always been instilled in himself by his brother. At first, Song Yanbai could not accept such a practice, but with more and more benefits and more conveniences in his hands, Song Yanbai did not feel anything wrong with doing so. People will not really fall in love with this thing until they try the deliciousness of power.

Jingxinzhai's business seems to have become much more popular again. Song Yanbai saw the change in Jingxinzhai at first glance, which made him very happy. Anyway, 50% of them will be their own. The more they do, the more they will make profits. At the second glance, Song Yanbai found out why their voices were so good. It turned out that the shop next to Jingxinzhai also began to sell spiritual tea.

"Isn't there a magic weapon next door?" Song Yanbai hesitated, turned his head to the other side and saw the shop with magic weapons hanging on the window: "This is the store of magic weapons. What's wrong with this store?"

Song Yanbai was a little puzzled. He tried very hard to figure out what he had done here before, but he couldn't remember what the store next to Jingxinzhai had done before. After thinking about it, Song Yanbai simply shook his head: "Maybe they bought three shops directly." After thinking about this, Song Yanbai swaggered into Jingxinzhai and happened to walk into the newly opened store.

For such a respected god in Qian'an County, he naturally won't know that this place used to be a small grocery store, and he was not in the mood to think about who the previous owner was, and now he is missing or killed. This kind of thing is too small. If no one goes to the temple to report it, they will not pay attention to these things, and even if they report it, sometimes they will not pay attention to it.

are all small things.

Song Yanbai snorted coldly and pushed the door in.

There were more monks sitting in the newly opened shop of Jingxinzhai than in the original shop. The monks in the room saw Song Yanbai pushing the door. The scene of Yan Yan Yan disappeared in an instant. The monks sitting in the front subconsciously stood up and greeted him one by one. No matter how much they secretly think about these clergy, at least these people dare not be disrespectful in front of them.

Song Yanbai enjoyed this feeling in front of him, which was also the reason why he wanted to become a priest when he broke his head. The difficulties suffered in the early years and the grievances received over the years are worth it. Wearing the mysterious robes and looking at these people with fearful eyes one by one, Song Yanbai couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and waved his hand in a good way and said, "Sit, sit down. I just came to have a look."

Although the store is a little bigger, after all, everything in the room can still be seen at a glance, and Song Yanbai, the seductive boss, felt slightly disappointed. Jingxinzhai's boss has been driven away by himself. It is estimated that he will not be able to come back with this battle. Moreover, his brother has also been instructed by himself and will not be given a chance to live. It's just that the war over there is not over for a day, and Song Yanbai doesn't want to make any extravaid actions. He swallowed fiercely and did not go to the original store of Jingxinzhai. Although he knew that the boss's wife, who was still uncontrollable even with a veil, must be in the room, he turned around and left.

"Let's go back and prepare for the matter of welcoming the divine envoy. Don't make trouble during this period." Song Yanbai said to himself and turned around and walked out of Jingxinzhai.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard a voice erratic: "What god is coming? Let me introduce it."

"God's thing is you..." Suddenly hearing this voice, Song Yanbai just wanted to reprimand him, but suddenly a sickle across his waist made him dare not say anything more.

"It's you!" After turning his head to see one of the two people in front of him, Song Yanbai asked with a surprised face.

"Of course it's me. If you wander around on my territory, you will naturally touch me." Li Mingyang said with a sneer. After giving Lin Hui a look, Lin Hui walked into his shop selling magic weapons with Song Yanbai.

This street is remote. Even if Jingxinzhai's business is much better, the timing and orientation of Li Mingyang and Lin Hui's appearance are very exquisite. Even few people who drink spiritual tea in Jingxinzhai can see their actions, let alone for Lin Hui's monks who are used to killing, set fire and sticking sticks, hijacking A monk with a real spiritual realm is really simple and can't be simple anymore.

"Ah, are you back?" Sun Shangxiang just felt as if there was something wrong. When she walked out of Jingxinzhai thoughtfully, she saw Li Mingyang, and when she saw Lin Hui, she could no longer close her mouth.

Li Mingyang's index finger stood at his mouth and whispered, "Come in and talk."