Even if that god occupies an absolute dominant position in this world, there will definitely be some "fish that slip through the net", because this is the way of heaven!
But he wandered around the city for a long time, listening to people chatting everywhere. However, the conversations among these believers were nothing more than praising my God. He did not get any useful information.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Song Zheng decided to change his thinking. Since he didn't encounter it by chance, he would take the initiative.
As for the clues that the god deliberately left behind, and wanted him to follow them, Song Zheng actually had no intention of following his arrangements from the beginning.
He took Yan Zhen to find an inn and stayed in it. When he attacked the team outside the city, he also found some currencies of this world.
Divine coin.
This is a currency condensed by faith. It is made of a special kind of wood. Each coin is two fingers wide and about the length of a finger. The power of faith is filled into it. When a divine coin is filled, it will appear on the surface.
A vague statue of a god automatically appeared.
Ordinary believers can only produce one divine coin a year, but Song Zheng now has more than thirty.
Even if there are many believers, the number of divine coins in this world is very limited. More than thirty coins are considered a huge sum of money. A room in the inn only requires one divine coin per month.
Usually believers barter with the grains they grow or the prey they hunt. For them, divine coins are not only wealth, but also a symbol of their piety.
Song Zheng paid the rent with divine coins, and the shopkeeper immediately became extra attentive.
If he has enough divine coins, he can even go to the temple in advance and ask for my god's gift.
In the middle of the night, Song Zheng went out quietly. Of course, Yan Zhen was worried and wanted to follow her, but if she didn't spit out the Ning Jing Bead, she would be an ordinary person and could easily be discovered by the divine disciples who were watching the night. If she spit out the Ning Jing Bead, the demon on her body would
If the Qi cannot be concealed, it will be exposed immediately.
She had no choice but to stay in the inn and wait in frustration.
In fact, Song Zheng would arrive soon. Yan Zhen immediately came over and asked: What did you do?
Song Zheng stretched and yawned: "You'll know tomorrow."
Early the next morning, a rapid ringing of bells came from the temple in the center of the divine city. Groups of divine disciples rushed out of the temple with anger and quickly filled the streets and alleys of the city.
Last night, some heretics evaded the night-watching divine disciples and left blasphemous words in many places in the city. There was even a huge black cross marked on a huge statue of the god outside the gate of the temple!
This is a serious sacrilege incident that has never happened in the history of Wanli Mountain Divine City. In this world, murder and arson are not the most serious crimes. The most serious crime is undoubtedly sacrilege.
The Archbishop of the City of God was furious, not only because of his faith in our God, but also because such a big thing happened under his rule and he could not escape punishment.
Yan Zhen stood by the window. The window was opened a small crack, and he could see the ghost-like disciples on the street below, angrily and roughly knocking on the doors of every house, asking questions loudly.
The disciples of God are hideous and ugly in Song Zheng's eyes, but in the minds of these believers, they represent the existence of our god. Even if they are treated roughly by them, the believers are very obedient and even somewhat flattered.
"Is this possible?"
Song Zheng shrugged his shoulders, not feeling any burden about the blasphemous act: "Let's give it a try, there is no other way anyway."
"Then what do we do next?"
Song Zheng smiled: "Get ready to run away."
Yan Zhen:?
Bang bang bang! The knock on the door just rang, and the innkeeper who had already prepared for it immediately opened the door, knelt on the ground and kissed the upper part of the disciple's shoe: "My devout believers greet you, your distinguished disciple."
The four-armed god disciple waited for him to kiss the upper of the shoe, and immediately rushed in: "Who is living in the inn? Is there anything suspicious? You know that those hateful heretics are blaspheming my god again. This is very important to our Wanli Mountain God City.
This is the greatest insult to any devout believer!"
The innkeeper whispered: "There is a man and a woman who are very suspicious. They use divine coins to pay the bill."
The god's disciple's eyes shone brightly: "Take me there!"
"yes."
The boss was filled with joy when he received the two divine coins, but when an abominable blasphemy occurred in the city, it became a question of doubt. Devout believers would not use divine coins to pay for the room. They
If you don't get a divine coin, you will cherish it as much as your life and collect it carefully.
The surface of almost all the sacred coins is rubbed extremely smooth, that is because these sacred coins are often taken out by believers and held in their hands for prayer.
The disciple of the god rushed forward quickly, and his sense of responsibility to perform meritorious service and eliminate heresy for our god made his blood surge.
The shopkeeper's hand had just pointed at a door, and he had already kicked the door open.
bang
The door was torn apart by the huge force, and the fragments were shot everywhere. He rushed in quickly, but the room was empty.
"Where are the people?"
The shopkeeper was stunned.
The disciple rushed into another room, but there was still no one there.
"Run away! It must be them!"
As a result, a rapid whistle sounded immediately on this street, and all the disciples quickly gathered. After asking about the situation, the eight-armed disciple who led him waved his hand: "Search!"
"I will dig deep and dig deep to find this heretic who has blasphemed our God."
The disciples rushed out in overwhelming numbers, and soon they were discovered. One of the disciples shouted: "Stop!" Two figures quickly flashed into a small alley next to them.
The disciples immediately came to chase and intercept him.
But the strange thing is that no matter how many people they come and how powerful they are, those two hateful heretics are like dirty and cunning mice, always able to escape at the last moment.
Yan Zhen followed Song Zheng, not as the disciples and believers had guessed. He was being chased with nowhere to escape and was in a state of embarrassment. In fact, the two of them felt like they were just strolling around.
At least Yan Zhen could tell that Song Zheng was relaxed and content.
She clearly sensed that Song Zheng did not use any magical powers, but Song Zheng was always able to detect danger in advance and find the safest path accurately.
No matter how many divine disciples were chasing them around, Song Zheng was unhurried. Often as soon as he stepped forward, a group of divine disciples would roar past the place where they had just been hiding.
The doubts in her eyes became more and more intense, and she was filled with surprise: Is this the Yang God? Is it really so powerful?!
Song Zheng took her with him and after hiding for half an hour, he walked out from the main street openly and openly, appearing calm and unhurried.
At this time, the main street was deserted, and the disciples were searching in the surrounding alleys and several possible courtyards.
There was some light shining in Yan Zhen's eyes. This look seemed very exciting. The blood of the demon clan is born with an adventurous factor, and they like danger.
Song Zheng took Yan Zhen through the Divine City. Because the heresy was discovered, the searches elsewhere were weakened a lot. On the other side of the city, the searches were over, and the merchants began to do business again.
He sat down in a food shop and ordered two bowls of food unique to this world, which was mixed with a kind of grain and root crops similar to potatoes, mashed and steamed before eating.
Song Zheng said: "Try it."
Yan Zhen raised his eyebrows, but he was not afraid at all. The worst he could do was expose his strength and kill him. After only taking one bite, Yan Zhen's eyes lit up. The taste was actually very good.
Song Zheng took a bite and threw it away, muttering in a low voice: "It tastes really bad. Compared with the delicacies of our human race, it is thousands of miles away."
Yan Zhen's nose is so angry that it's crooked. What do you mean? You're mocking us, the barbarian demon tribe, for drinking blood like we do with hair, right?
Song Zheng was very generous. He didn't like this kind of food, so he ordered a portion of the other seven or eight signature dishes in the store. After tasting a little each, he curled his lips in disgust and pushed them all in front of Yan Zhen:
"You go ahead and eat it. I'm afraid you may not have the opportunity to eat food of this level in the future."
Yan Zhen slammed the bowl on the table: I won’t eat it!
Song Zheng enlightened her with good intentions: "If you are lagging behind, you have to admit it..."
Yan Zhen's ears and eyes were about to burst out with fire.
When Song Zheng saw this, he waved his hands and said: "Forget it, if you don't want to eat, I won't eat." He called the boss to pay the bill, and this time he used divine coins again.
Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to stop him but gave up the idea.
When the boss collected the money, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he still sent them out with great gratitude.
Song Zheng took Yan Zhen and walked in one direction with great swagger, as if he was afraid that the boss behind him could not see clearly.
After turning a corner, he heard a rapid whistle. The two of them quickly looked panicked and ran away together, crawling through the city with complex terrain.
Suddenly, a powerful aura rose into the sky from the direction of the temple, as if a body was covering the earth. Suddenly all the believers, including those who were searching for them, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
A huge figure with three heads and eight arms appeared in the sky above the temple. There was infinite anger in his voice: "You will definitely die if you blaspheme my God."
"Break your body into pieces and refine your soul!"
The aura was getting heavier and heavier in the area where Song Zheng and the two were. They looked embarrassed, dripping with sweat, and it took a huge amount of strength to take a step forward.
A figure with three heads and eight arms is about to descend on this area, and they will definitely be captured by him.
Suddenly, a door next to the two of them opened, and a cool air seemed to hit their faces. The feeling of being "imprisoned" on the two of them suddenly eased a lot.
Chapter completed!