"Gongzi's dictation, Guixinlou will implement a double calling system from today onwards, and the disciples of the Fengtian God Sect will line up inside, and every five God Sect disciples will add one non-God Sect disciple!"

Jian Xin stood outside the door of the Guixin Building, and what he said was very empty-hearted.

This little sect leader can come up with tricks every time. How can Jian Xin say it?

Looking at the increasingly dry doorman, Jian Xin's forehead was sweating.

Although he felt that it was too unfair, Wang Zimo did feel much more relaxed after making his decision.

He really felt powerless about the trivial matters of the East and the West, and instead of entangled with those aunts, it was better to focus on the internal affairs of the Fengtian God Sect.

Faintly, Wang Zimo gave birth to a sense of crisis, and this sense of crisis came from King Han.

The question of religion being greater than the country and the country being greater than religion has existed since ancient times, and it has been entangled.

The contradiction between the two is difficult to balance.

King Han was cunning, and he sent someone to hunt down Wang Zimo earlier, but now he is holding a state banquet regardless of his previous suspicions, and it is also a first-class state banquet!

This heart, this bearing......

It's definitely fake!

Wang Zimo was lying in the Taishi chair and burping, holding his round belly, and the tip of his tongue picked at the remaining delicacy between his teeth, and he was still unsatisfied.

However, at this time, Jian Xin was surrounded by a group of aunts outside.

There is a middle-aged woman with a shiny face, fat buttocks and a round belly, speaking with a foreign accent, pointing to the "Guixin Building" on the door plaque.

"Little girl, I'll tell you, my aunt has been waiting here for six days, why don't you let me in, my son dreams every day that there is a little goblin who wants to take him away, so tell you, my son used to be as fat as his aunt, and now he is as thin as a raisin, the little girl is okay, let the aunt in, the life of the aunt's son is for you to do good, aunt beg you!"

Under the round two sharp horns, Jian Xin's little face was not fat or thin, and the word embarrassment was written on his raised nose.

She is not alone in such a thing, and everyone has a reason why they cannot postpone it.

And the new leader is in the house, this drudgery, she is a girl's family, and she grew up in Mishui Palace, where can she stand it?

"Childe~!"

Jian Xin floated in a trill, stomped his little feet and shook his arms and ran in, pouting like a little daughter-in-law, and reluctantly pointed outside and complained: "Childe, Jian Xin, Jian Xin can't do this job, or Childe will change someone!"

Seeing Jian Xin's overstretched appearance, Wang Zimo smiled silently, and this smile suddenly made Jian Xin fall into tears.

He got up and walked outside the door, cleared his throat, glanced back at Jian Xin, and then said loudly to those aunts: "I am the leader of the Divine Sect, so naturally I have to deal with the affairs of the sect first. Disciples of the Fengtian God Sect are given priority, and disciples of the Fengtian God Sect are given priority!"

Wang Zimo said it twice in succession, and the second time he added an accent to the word "disciple".

After a while, the aunts gathered at the door were like frightened fish in the water, and they scattered without saying a word, only the crying aunt just now was still stubbornly standing in place.

"Go, all gone?"

Jian Xin was like a little fool, staring at the little eyes and being stunned.

"Auntie, the disciples of the Heavenly God Sect are preferred!"

"Please, beg Childe, please be merciful, save my son! That goblin gave me a drink in his dream last night, and he came to ask for my son's life tonight!"

As she spoke, the woman knelt down, tears bursting out of her eyes, and the back of her fat hand wiped and wiped, but she still couldn't keep up with the speed of the tears.

Wang Zimo hurriedly helped the woman up, "Auntie, you should go to find a monk! They are more professional than me! The disciples of my God Sect are all monks, and they are overcome by ghouls, and only when they have reached the Yin and Yang Great Realm and cultivated the Yuan Shen can they dare to fight with the ghouls." Such people are all sleeping in the imperial capital, or you go to the imperial capital to guard, if they come out, you can find any one, just say that I asked them to help. ”

"It's too late!"

The woman cried even more, "When I came out this morning, my son only had the breath out and not the breath in, and the priest mentioned by the prince just now invited a lot of them, and they all ran away with money and goods, and the goblin knew that we invited the monk, and he intensified his efforts, please son, save my son!"

"This ......"

Wang Zimo hesitated, he had just cultivated the primordial god, although he had already been in contact with ghouls, but he had not really fought with the ghost cultivator.

"Childe, you can save Auntie's son!"

Jian Xin stood behind Wang Zimo and wiped her tears, and when she heard the woman's cry, she was even more touched by pity, and her crying nose was full of tears: "Childe, pity the hearts of parents in the world!

It's not that he doesn't want to save it, but Wang Zimo knows how difficult the ghouls are to deal with.

In Kunxu for two years, he naturally saw the power of ghouls, without the Yuan Shen sitting in the Dao Pan, the Dao Xiu was like a lost dog in front of the ghosts. Only Fang Shi does not cultivate the dantian, and uses his own essence to supplement the magic to avoid evil things.

Unless......

Unless the cultivator takes the lead in self-proclaimed dantian!

The cultivator self-styled dantian, not to mention that he is no different from ordinary people, if he encounters an enemy halfway through, it is simply a sheep into the mouth of a tiger, stretching his neck and rubbing against the blade of others.

However, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

Besides, Jian Xin was crying in the dark, and she actually hugged her aunt and cried.

"Hey!"

Wang Zimo took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said helplessly, "Okay...... Alright!"

He's not a hero, and he doesn't want to be a hero. I just want to live my life quietly.

When I came to Jingzhou, I originally planned to go to see Yin Zhentong first, but I was dragged into the Fengtian God Sect, and I became a young master in a daze.

I haven't had a good rest in the past two months.

Things are like cutting leeks one after another, leading him to keep moving forward.

"Ah!" Wang Zimo yawned and secretly decided: "When the matter here is put down, go to the Yin family first." The mother-in-law said that there was an eyeliner of the Heavenly God Sect in the Yin family, but there was still no news after so long. ”

On the way, Jian Xin still couldn't control his curiosity, and asked Wang Zimo: "Childe, what are those aunts doing? Why did you just say twice that "Divine Sect disciples are first" and they ran away, and I said it countless times, even if they shouted their throats, they didn't leave?"

The prince smiled silently, "I handed over your work to the Divine Education Hall, why don't you go to Hall Master Sun to help?"

Jian Xin still didn't understand, and when he passed by Yuying Hall, he stood on tiptoe and took a look, those aunts really surrounded the Sun Hall Master three times inside and three times outside, and the busy Sun Hall Master was sweating profusely. Only then did it dawn on me that those aunts were signing up their children to join the Fengtian God Sect!

"Childe is so powerful!"

Jian Xin's bright little eyes suddenly released a little star of worship: "This not only extracts non-divine sect disciples from the people in line, but also strengthens the power of my divine sect, killing two birds with one stone, Gongzi is really an emotional saint!"

"Uh, no, not ......"

Be humble, the prince understands this truth.

On the way to Aunt Li's house, Wang Zimo learned that the female goblin pestering her son was the third daughter of her neighbor's grandmother, who had been dead for decades, although she had not yet married when she died, but after such a long time, she was still haunted, and she was entangled with her own son.

Aunt Li scolded all the way and greeted the neighbors' ancestors for generations.

Suddenly, from the alley southwest of Kyoto, Wang Zimo saw the vermilion gate of Aunt Li's house.

"Childe, those aunts who went to Yuyingtang seem to have chased back again!"

Jian Xin hurried to catch up with Wang Zimo and whispered. The frightened eyes glanced at the menacing aunts from time to time, and the little heart was "pounding", and they were really frightened.

"Childe, stay!"

The aunts squeaked, "I've registered the children, I'll go to the Divine Cult tomorrow to report, where are we going to get the number?"

"Qimentang, look for Li Zhiwen!"

Qimen Hall was originally in Fengming City, in order to facilitate management, Wang Zimo dragged Li Zhiwen to Jingzhou, and only Yan Huitai was left in the Holy Land of the Godmother, with Liu Xiangxiang guarding, he was not afraid of anything happening.

Jian Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief and admired Wang Zimo even more.

Wang Zimo's decision was instantly spread in Kyoto, and King Han looked at the high-ranking members of the Fengtian Divine Sect who were still asleep, and squinted his eyes fiercely, and after hearing that Kyoto had actually set off a wave of joining the Divine Sect, he was even more murderous, and he wanted to cut off the heads of the people lying on the table now.

A quarter of Kyoto's territory is controlled by the Bontenjin Sect, and the remaining three-quarters are owned by the Imperial Family. This phenomenon is like an iron law that has not changed for many years, but I didn't expect it to be broken after changing the new leader!

The kingdom must be greater than the religion, otherwise he, the king of Han, will sooner or later become a puppet of the Fengtian God Sect.

He really thought about serving the high-level of the Fengtian God Sect, and he also added a special medicine to block cultivation in the banquet. Unexpectedly, this little sect leader ate more than anyone else, and there was no problem after taking five times the dose of the drug, and he also cultivated in front of him.

Like boiling the eagle, it boiled everyone down, even the king of Han, who fell asleep with his eyes open.

"Interesting! What an interesting little fellow!"

At Aunt Li's house, Wang Zimo saw Qin Huaisheng, who was thin as an air-dried chicken, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

As soon as this sensation appeared, it quickly crawled all over the body, giving birth to a layer of goosebumps.

He couldn't help but shudder, this trembling was not because of fear, but because of Qin Huai's instinctive reaction after seeing his life.

"Jian Xin, what day is it?"

Wang Zimo asked while rolling at Qin Huaisheng's eyelids.

Jian Xin didn't seem to care about remembering the date, but Aunt Li said tremblingly: "On the first day of the seventh month, there is another half moon is the Midyear Festival. ”

Midyear Festival!

Wang Zimo raised his head, and his face became even more gloomy.

The Midyear Festival is the Ghost Festival, the first day of the seventh month of the ghost door opens, the big ghosts and small ghosts will go to the world to eat blood food, until it lasts until the twenty-ninth day of July will close the ghost gate.

These common senses were told to him by his mother-in-law when he was in Kunxu.

The Midyear Festival is also known as the Ghost Festival and the Menglan Festival.

During this period, the living should pay special attention not to cut their nails, do not say the word "ghost", do not call others by their names and pat others on the shoulder, and do not step on the paper money given to ghosts on the ground.

At this time, Jian Xin suddenly stared at the sunlit place in the corner of Qin Huaisheng's bed with wide eyes, patted Wang Zimo's shoulder and shivered, she opened her red mouth to reveal two white teeth, and called softly: "Childe!"

Wang Zimo was suddenly taken aback by Jian Xin, he just thought of not patting other people's shoulders, Jian Xin committed a big taboo. In an instant, Wang Zimo's head collapsed with a "bang", and the strings of his whole body tightened.

"Jian Xin, don't pat someone on the shoulder in the back, that will extinguish someone else's yang lantern!"

"Childe, look there!"