When Chen Yi was about to push open the half-closed door of the tavern, he heard a high and lame voice.
"Quiet, I ask you to be quiet!"
Chen Yi opened the door and walked into the tavern, and saw a Shanbu man with his neck held high. He was in the prime of life and was wearing a robe of asceticism.
Then he glanced at the other people in the tavern, and there were groups of twos and threes gathered everywhere. There were Xishi people, Xixi people, dwarves, and Sambu people... Noisily, they were attracted by the shouting dwarves. .
However, the smell of wine and the sound of dice did not stop.
I saw the Shanbu man jumping up to the wine table and speaking in poor Kesi again: "I ask you to listen quietly to my sermon, otherwise I will kick you out! You know, all of your beers today are my guests." .”
cried the Shanbu man angrily.
"Do you know what happened to him?" Chen Yi randomly found a seat to sit down and asked the slightly drunk Kexi beside him.
"Well, he seems to be a pagan who believes in... false gods." The Keshi man put the wine glass on the table, held his hand, and continued: "Just like what he said, everyone in the tavern can drink today. A free glass of ale, his treat."
"Is he treating me to preach?" Chen Yi continued to ask.
"Yes." The Keshi replied and took a sip of ale.
At this time, someone yelled at the priest of Samdivination at the wine table: "Hey, which god do you believe in?"
"Of course it is our beloved Lord of Suffering." The priesthood of the Samburu said loudly.
"This has nothing to do with us, you heathen!" shouted several Yavin people, who sat at the same table and drank the remaining ale in the wine glass. "Thank you for the wine, but we came to the tavern to have fun. I don’t waste time listening to your sermons!”
These Yawen people stood up and were about to leave.
"Just think about leaving. As soon as you cross the door of the tavern, you will slip." The priesthood of the Shaman shouted, and then recited a spell in an imperceptible voice.
Several Yawen people didn't take it seriously. They headed outside the tavern without looking back. They raised their feet and were about to step out.
Snap, snap...
Immediately afterwards, the first one stepped out, kicked his left foot to his right, and fell down first. While screaming, he grabbed the collar of the other person.
The person who was grabbed by him tried to stand firm before falling, and hurriedly stepped out with his feet, which tripped the dodging Keshi...
One after another, for different reasons and in different ways, they fell to the ground.
The whole tavern was in an uproar, dumbfounded, and exclaimed about this strange thing. Then they either hold the holy icon or recite scriptures orally to pray to their respective gods.
Even the Kexi people beside Chen Yi hurriedly spit out the light ale in their mouths towards the ground and made a ring salute.
Chen Yi looked at the priest of the Torment Temple standing tall with an expressionless face.
The Shanbu man's clothes were simple, as if he were an ordinary priest. When Chen Yi stared at his soul, he was no different from an ordinary person.
After the noise in the tavern calmed down, they looked at the Shanbu man with some awe.
"Did you see those people who fell down?" the Shabu priest pointed at the few Keshi people who stood up in embarrassment, "because they violated the words in the scriptures. The scriptures say: 'Whoever collects , it will be given.’ You must remember this verse.
I know that your True Sect and Juwang Sect have similar words, but those scriptures are shamefully forged, and you have all been deceived. "
"Blasphemy, this is blasphemy!" A Kexi man slapped the table and stood up, with a red face and cursed, "If you keep talking, I will chop off your head immediately!"
Echoing voices echoed in the tavern one after another. People looked at the sage standing tall with disdain and anger.
"If you think what I'm saying is wrong, you don't have to listen. Just try to step out of this tavern!" shouted the priest of the Shanbu people.
Hearing this, the Kexi man glared at the priesthood fiercely and shouted: "I don't know what tricks you are playing. Those people must be the clowns you invited."
"Then step out." The priest of the Shanbu people pointed at the doorway of the tavern.
Keshi stood up, moved his thick body, walked step by step to the door of the tavern, took a deep breath, and took a step forward.
Sure enough, he slipped because he couldn't stand firmly on his back heel.
In the tavern, screams of "O Lord" and "O King of Kings" suddenly filled the air, and the divination people who believed in the Temple of Suffering immediately knelt down on the ground to thank and praise the power of the Lord of Suffering.
"Look, because of my Lord's will, none of you can step out of this tavern. I want to tell you that anyone who disrespects my Lord and continues to persist in his stubbornness will fall into my Lord's hell in the future."
The priesthood of the Shandivors looked at all this with satisfaction. He has done this kind of thing many times, and he is extremely skilled at it. Every time, he can use this to enlighten several heretics or pagans to convert to the Temple of the Cross, just like their prophet Saint Mardel.
Chen Yi looked at him amusedly.
The first time he recited the incantation, Chen Yi could see inside his body, the spiritual eyes quietly opened. He was undoubtedly reciting the White Gold Inscription. As for the magic that was triggered, it seemed to be the magic about fate that was unique to the Temple of Misery.
And the second time...well, that was indeed a lie.
The Holy Priest of the Samburu looked around at the people who had not tried to go out again, and prepared to start preaching.
Chen Yi didn't want to waste time listening to others' sermons and stood up directly.
"What are you going to do?!" the Sanbu priest exclaimed.
"Sorry, I came here to drink and ask something. Please come down for a moment." Chen Yi said.
"If you don't want to listen to my sermon, just step out!" The Shaman priest stared at him and raised his hands, "I am Lloyd, the eldest son of the chief elder of the temple. I now take the place of Priest Stan. I guarantee it with my blood. If you step outside the door of this tavern, you will be struck by my Lord’s lightning.”
The eldest son of the great elder? Taking the place of the troll priest?
Chen Yi's eyes came to his soul.
He was lying, Chen Yi discerned the tentacles of his soul, a lie that was only 30% true.
He did take Priest Stan's place...but, he wasn't some kind of Lloyd.
...The eldest son of the great elder of the temple is indeed named Lloyd...and this person seems to just know the eldest son of the great elder of the temple...
Chen Yi let out a breath and walked directly to the wooden door of the tavern.
Approaching the wooden door, Chen Yi sensed that the priest of Shanbu was reciting incantations in a low voice and shook his head.
Under the eyes of everyone, Chen Yi simply stepped out amidst the sound of the spell. After standing outside the door for a while, he walked in again under the panicked eyes of the Sanbu priest.
The people in the tavern fell into a cold silence.
The priesthood of the Shanbu people broke out in cold sweat.
A moment later, before others expressed doubts about him, the Sanbu Priest took the lead and pointed at Chen Yi and cursed angrily: "Devil, he has the protection of the devil! He is not even a heretic, he has the protection of the dirty devil. !”
In the tavern, people looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.
"Our beloved Lord of Suffering, the great Lord of Suffering will punish him. Don't panic, devout believers, catch him out." As he said this, the Sambo priesthood went to the suffering spirits in the tavern. Temple believers waved their hands quickly.
Chen Yi walked silently to the table where the Sanbu priest stood.
"Devil!" the Holy Priest of the Mountain Diviner continued to shout. He calmed down. It was rare for the spell to fail, but it was not unheard of. "You will be punished by the Lord of Suffering!"
Chen Yi opened his spiritual eyes in the palm of his hand.
Then, the priesthood of the Samburu caught his eye, and he was suddenly startled.
I only heard him say calmly: "I have looked at each other with your Lord, and He did not say that he wanted to punish me."
