I'm not afraid of Wang Minyi's thugs and big wolf dogs, I'm just worried that I will appear in his surveillance footage, and he will be suspicious of me, which will miss my future plans.

I looked around with my backpack on my back and went back the way I came.

There was no place to stay around, so I spent another 10 yuan to sit back to Wuwei County, found a good hotel to live in, and prepared to go to Wangjiatun Village tomorrow afternoon.

The city is really lively, I walked around the streets and felt the local life, and until the evening I didn't notice anything wrong, judging by my instincts, this should not be a criminal city.

It was past 1 o'clock in bed, and the city was quiet.

Lin Tonghua's unexpected death began to linger in my mind again, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was a problem in it, before we went to learn about Manman, Manman's cousin died unexpectedly, and now I came to investigate the situation of Lian Shenjiao, and Lin Tonghua, who provided me with clues, also encountered an accident.

It is said that landslides are natural disasters, but the so-called "nature" in this is probably just a crime carried out by some evil forces using the hand of nature.

In the midst of my thoughts, I fell asleep in a daze.

When the alarm clock went off, I opened my eyes, it was already dawn, and I didn't dream last night.

I sat up and rubbed my sore temples, although I didn't dream last night, I felt very tired in my body, and my essence and vitality were silently depleting, as if there was an invisible evil force devouring my essence and vitality, but I was unconscious.

The breath in the room is something I have repeatedly confirmed, and there is no problem, so there can't be something evil around me that is devouring my essence and vitality, then there is only one possibility, my so-called no dream, in fact, I am having a dream without a picture, and that dream will absorb my essence and vitality.

It's like when I dream that something dangerous will happen to the fish sellers, the two are of the same nature, and it has something to do with them.

This speculation made me angry and helpless, and I couldn't even think of a way to solve it, as if I could only temporarily let them slaughter it.

I sat down cross-legged and began to meditate and cultivate, to restore my essence and vitality to the original level, and at the same time to strengthen my own defense ability, which is the only thing I can do at the moment, and it is still unknown whether it will have an effect.

I washed up and went out to eat something, and took the rural bus to Wangjiatun Village again.

This time, along the way, I met some people carrying bags and things, their faces were full of piety, they lowered their heads slightly and asked all the way, it seems that they are also believers or quasi-believers who have come to the church.

I got close to an uncle in his 50s who said that he had been in the church for two years and that his family lived more than two hours away from here, but he didn't feel that the distance was too far and that it was an honor for him to come to church.

According to him, each church will be held at a different time and in a different place, and not all believers can participate, and they must be invited by the Golden Immortals to participate.

He is also proud to say that this is the trust and affirmation of the Lord and the Church.

However, this time I came to Wangjiatun Village, this uncle was also the first time to come, and we inquired all the way to Wang Minyi's house.

Sure enough, he is the richest man in the village, and their yard is the size of half a football field, even if the 3-story country house is built in it, the space is very large, and several cars are parked and still do not feel any crowded.

There were already some round tables and chairs in the open space at the back of the villa, and more than a dozen people were walking around, apparently believers who had come to participate.

My uncle and I walked over to talk to those people, and I was also watching the situation around me, which was the same as the scene of running errands in the countryside, except that these believers who came to church were beaming with joy and a kind of piety, which was ignorant piety.

Wang Minyi, the head of the household, was naturally the presiding officer, and he was busy directing the family members to move things and arrange for believers to take their seats and register.

This guy is short and dark, but he is very strong, in his 40s, and his eyes are as sharp as a wolf's eyes, revealing shrewdness and viciousness.

Half an hour later, a van drove into the courtyard, and immediately several men rushed past and hugged a woman in a robe into the villa, and I only saw her back, medium build, wearing a silk purple robe, with her hair coiled, but it was not the bloated and sloppy image I imagined.

At least it gives me the feeling that it is clean and neat, and from a distance, there is a special atmosphere to confuse the ignorant masses, the so-called fairy wind bones!

Wang Minyi came over and arranged for the believers to go there to rest, and the church soon began, allowing the new quasi-believers to line up here, and go in one by one to accept the test of the Golden Immortals, if they passed the test, they could officially join the Lianshen Sect.

I secretly felt funny, this is really organized and disciplined, but the so-called test should be to test whether the other party is religious, willing to spend money, obedient, if there is a thorn, or unwilling to pay for the straw bag, then she will definitely not accept him as a disciple.

I was in the queue, and there were a total of 10 new quasi-believers this time, both men and women, young and old, and the youngest one was younger than me, only 17 years old, working as a pastry chef in the county, and had just graduated from vocational school.

Looking at the pimples on his face, I really can't bear to tell him that it's not good to be a good face-to-face chef? I have to throw money into this pit.

The guy was quite careful in his questioning, and it took an average of 10 minutes for everyone to come out, but as soon as they came out, they would be called over there by Wang Minyi, not allowing him to have a chance to communicate with other quasi-believers, for fear of leaking some information.

However, in his mouth, he said that "the heavenly machine must not be revealed", the golden immortal's questioning is sacred, and no one can ask about it, otherwise if the heavenly machine is leaked, the person will suffer a very heavy retribution.

When it was about to be my turn, Wang Minyi came over and asked me if I had brought a worship fee.

I nodded again and again, pretending to be respectful, took out the red envelope containing 500 yuan, and handed it over with both hands.

He took it and asked me shamelessly, "Are you sincere and willing to pay the worship fee?" ”

"Yes, yes, I do, whatever the Lord asks me to do, I will."

Wang Minyi corrected unhappily, "It's not the Lord who asks you to do it, this is the spirit of the church, you are contributing to the church, and you are also accumulating blessings for yourself, not the Lord's will, you have to figure out this concept." ”

"Oh yes, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm willing to give all my strength to the Cult."

Wang Minyi nodded with satisfaction, but he criticized me like a teaching director, telling me that the Lord has no concept of money at all, he never touches money, and all this money is used to build the Lianshen Sect and make the Lianshen Sect more powerful.

And this money is only temporary in the church, and when we enter Elysium, the church will return the money to my descendants, and I will enjoy the blessings I have accumulated during my lifetime.

It's just a serious nonsense, and I almost laughed when I said it.

At this time, it was my turn, and Wang Minyi stopped talking nonsense, "You go in, you have to answer seriously whatever the golden immortal asks you, you must not lie, there is anything to hide." ”

"Yes, I will."

Led by a young man, I walked into the villa and went up to the second floor and to the door of the room at the very end.

When I pushed the door, there was a strong smell of sandalwood, and I almost fainted.

In the midst of the smoke, on a lotus seat directly in front of her, sat a golden immortal with her hands folded and meditating cross-legged, she was wearing the purple silk long-distance run, her hair was neatly coiled on the top of her head, and she also carried two huge gem pendants on her ears, almost falling off her ears.

But to my surprise, she turned out to be quite a beauty, although she was 50 years old, her skin was a little loose, and there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and face, but I could still see that she was a beauty when she was young.

As soon as she opened her mouth, it was a man's voice that made me very dramatic, "Sit down and report your name." ”

She pointed to the Maza in front of me, and I sat down and told her my name and my devout desire to join the Cult.

She waved the dust whisk in her hand and asked slowly, "Are you afraid of death?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and nodded repeatedly, "I'm afraid." ”

"Do you believe that the Lord can save you from falling into Infernal Hell, but let you enjoy bliss in Elysium after death?"

"I believe, I believe." I pretended to be scared and religious, and kept clasping my hands together.

She nodded, and began a dark five-minute speech describing death as terrifying, and hinting at the terrible consequences of not joining the Cult of the Gods.

This is her usual method of brainwashing, to break down the psychological defenses of the teachable at the beginning, and then let them fiddle with it like a fool.

Naturally, I played my actor-level acting skills, acting very frightened, submissive, constantly nodding yes, and even I could control the fine beads of sweat oozing from my temples.

I myself was impressed by my superb acting skills.

Jin Xianren nodded, it seems that my acting skills are passing.

She stood up and took a small ceramic bottle from the cabinet next to her, only 5 centimeters in size, as thick as a thumb, and with a lid on it, which was particularly exquisitely made.

"Now you follow me and say a spell."

As she spoke, she recited a five-word mantra that sounded like, "I love watermelon." ”

I almost fucking burst out laughing, how did you come up with such a bullshit spell, with your heels?

I followed along, and she nodded in satisfaction.