Facing the Yin Demon Sect disciples who had completely fallen asleep, Wang Feiyu first tried to absorb some of the true qi of some Yin Demon Sect disciples in small amounts. He found that these disciples of the Yin Demon Sect used a large amount of various true qi and true yuan to mix them together, forming a situation of mutual containment, and at the same time, they also generated an extremely dirty true qi, which combined with the Yin Demon Devouring Qi's cultivation and extremely corrosive true qi to complete the processing and digestion of all kinds of true qi, true yuan and impurities that were inhaled, but this digestion was not complete, and the extremely polluted true qi itself was harmful to people.

"I didn't expect it to be quite difficult to deal with, but there are many benefits, and after digesting it like this, the quality of its own true qi has also improved somewhat. Wang Feiyi pondered in his heart, it was the first time he had encountered such a dirty true qi, it was much more polluted than the true qi of the Flower Picking Sect, and several of his own exercises, especially those with demon-breaking attributes, could be said to be incompatible, as soon as he entered the body, he was besieged and consumed by his own pure true qi, and the remaining true qi after the digestion and reorganization of "Shangqing Xiaoyaolu" and "Mending Heaven Concept" was full of vitality.

Looking at the Yin Demon Sect disciple who was lying there tied to the stone bed, Wang Feifu sighed, "Ye Qingchou and they all went to eat, I will write a book later?"

But Wang Feifei really didn't want to write a book at this time, so he thought of the confession room in Songtian City, "Why don't I go and confess?"

The confessional room in Songtian City said that it was a room, but it was actually a large mansion that was bought, and it was made some renovations and was all white, and in Wang Feiyu's opinion, it was a small church. looked at the tip of the roof and saw that there was a six-pointed star on it, knocked on the door, there was no response, Wang Feiyu found that there was no lock, walked in, there was a person standing in black, with a six-pointed star on his chest, blonde hair and pointed ears, middle-aged in physiognomy, but there was always a handsome and fair-skinned person on his face. He was there with a black rag to wipe the table.

"Hello, son, are you here to pray? I don't seem to have seen you before. ”

"Hello, I was passing through Tiansong City, and I heard that there is a confession room here, so I was curious to come and have a look. Wang Feiyi said and stretched out his right hand and plucked out his itchy ear, the person in front of him spoke with a kind tone and crispness, which was very good, he could hear that there was a little bit of application of the sound wave exercise, but it was more that the magnetism of the sound itself was attracting.

"Child, the gods welcome every lost lamb, but I see where I see your clothes?"

"I'm a Taoist priest's garment. ”

"Taoist, it turned out to be a Taoist! I said, why is this dress so familiar? Young Taoist, young child, are you interested in the teachings of our gods?"

"I'm really curious, but you don't reject our Taoist priests?" Wang Feiyi asked, looking at the uncle in front of him who seemed to be about to take out candy.

"Child, what do I have to reject, you are the legitimate religion of Huayan Kingdom, and you are recognized by the emperor, and you are also recognized by us! Moreover, I have been to your Taoist temple, and your concept of 'Dao' does not conflict with the truth of our gods, and the heaven and earth you worship were originally created by the gods, so you are also the people of the gods, but in the future, remember to recite the gods first when you worship the heavens and the earth, that is the source of everything, and the great existence of the birth of the Tao. ”

Hearing this, Wang Feiyi blinked, the corners of his mouth crooked, revealing a reluctant smile, before continuing to speak, "Dare to ask what the seniors are called?"

"Son, just call me Pastor John! Seeing that Wang Feifei did not immediately refute himself, Pastor John opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a mouthful of large white teeth that glittered in the candlelight.

"Pastor John, your confession room looks like a small temple! Why is it called a confession room?"

"Child, there is only that piece of land that His Majesty Yanhua has granted us, and only the Celestial God Cult on that land is complete, with everything that the Celestial Temple should have, and this is only a place for confession and prayer for ordinary believers. ”

"Will Your Majesty grant you a lot of land in the future, and will you build temples elsewhere?"

"Son, we have built a new temple in the south, it is the trust and support of the believers, if you can also join in it, the light of the gods will surely shine on the whole Yanhua!" John did not answer the emperor's question, but pointed out that there was more than one new temple.

"Can I take a look at your confession room, which is where you pray?" Wang Feiyi said, looking at the place with many long chairs.

"Yes, this is the place where we pray, and the confession is here, boy!" said the two of them, and they came to a very dark room, where John had lit candles, and there was a small window in front of the door.

"Pastor John, what is that little window for?" asked Wang Feiyi, pointing to the small window with a black curtain in front of him.

"Child, I'll sit on the other side of the window, and I'll help you out if you're in a bad mood. ”

"What if it can't be relieved?"

"If you really can't relieve it, at least I can chat with you and relax your mood, after all, it is not good to bury everything in your heart in this world, only by opening your mind can you accept everything, nothing in the world's disputes, and return to the tranquility given by the gods. ”

"Why don't I see anyone else, are you the only one here?"

"Of course, I'm not the only one here, but I'm the only one who has come now! This is the will of the gods, it is the gods who let you meet me, and I believe that we will meet again in the future." John said with his hands on his chest, his face solemn.

"Aren't you afraid of thieves coming in, Pastor John?

"Thank you, child, for your concern, but don't worry! ”

"That box is where you collect the money for sesame oil?"

"Sesame oil, child, are you talking about donations? Every donation that comes into this place will be used to help orphans and the poor, unless it is specifically mentioned as being used to build temples and dedicate to the gods! ”

Hearing this, Wang Feiyu chuckled in his heart, knowing that Buddhism and Taoism had encountered hard stubble, although Taoism and Buddhism also did good deeds, but in this way, sesame oil money or incense money was said to be charity, and there was no specific record of its whereabouts, especially the sesame oil money of Buddhism, most of which was used to repair the temple, and the golden body and mural Daomen were far from being compared, and the inside of this confession room was indeed quite simple.

"By the way, what kind of book is that?"

"Son, you say this book, this is the work of a very good female writer from the country from which I came, just like your porter, she is to me the stars of the sky and not to be blasphemed!" said Pastor John, who picked up the book and handed it to Wang Feiyi.

Wang Feifei took a look and found that it was actually Yanhua's text, and looked at the title of the book that read "The Female King and Her One Hundred Faces", which made Wang Feifei's eyebrows twist in his eyes, "Pastor John, this book, are there many people reading it in Songtian City?"

"A lot of female friends who came to the confessional room said yes, and asked me to translate quickly! ”

"I won't use it yet!" Wang Feiyu didn't know why he always felt that the person in front of him was a little strange, but unfortunately the original 'Zhou Tian Xingyan' analyzer had been taken away, and he couldn't effectively probe the person in front of him.

But speaking of this, Wang Feifei suddenly felt that his thoughts were a little wrong, he was not in such a good spirit before he came here? Why did he think of 'Zhou Tian Xingyan' and actually had a little hallucination in his mind? Although he Wang Feifei thought about it well, it was not so good? Moving his nose, Wang Feifei found that he had ignored the lit candle, and the burning candle had a little fragrance, not the kind of fragrance that was refreshing, but a fragrance that made people deepen their associations and be a little excited.

"It's not the opium thing they traded with the Demon Dao, is it?, or the linen medicine they mentioned?" Wang Feiyi didn't care about his face, but there was a kind of doubt in his heart, and the true qi in his body was secretly running and he was relieved to find that it was easy to clear.

"Thank you, Pastor John, for helping me out. Wang Feiyu patted the book "The Female King and Her One Hundred Faces" in his hand and asked, "Can you give me this book?"

"You're going to love this book, kid. ”

"Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome, it's my responsibility to guide every good person on the path of the gods. ”

"Including the book?"

"Child, there will always be times when you can't read boring scriptures, but it is better to tell a story so that you can understand the true meaning of the gods left on earth. ”

"Is there one in there?"

"Naturally!" Seeing that John nodded when he answered, Wang Feiyu felt more and more that the other party was not easy to deal with! But they also came to Songtian City to inquire about the news, this Heavenly God Sect still has enemies here, what hole cards does this John have to be here alone, not afraid of being challenged? Even if he is not on the blood list, he can't say that it is safe!?

Saying goodbye to John holding the book and a six-pointed necklace given by John, Wang Feifei slapped his head, "Oh no! I forgot! I haven't asked him why his ears are pointed!"

But he has already left, he can't just go back, let's go and see it next time! If that thing really contains opium or linen, maybe after the strength is improved, you need to probe the bottom, Wang Feiyu thought like this, and remembered the Celestial God Sect who was sent to the kiln and ran away, he touched his chin, "Originally, I thought that the Buddha Sect had caught those two people, and it would be nice if I could follow the vine to check the opium matter, but does the Celestial God Sect have any action in this purple sand tile? Wouldn't it be that I didn't do anything? Hey! There is still a gap between what I think and reality!" ”