Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 131: Chapter 105: It must all be help from the Ghostly God!

As one who had entered the Spirit Realm with Sect Hierarch Li Yongxiu and Priest Jin Mingjun and together became a slave to the Ghostly God, Jin Mingxiu.

Naturally, he became the most trusted confidant in the eyes of Sect Hierarch Li Yongxiu.

Therefore, Jin Mingxiu achieved an unprecedented leap in promotion within the Phosphor Church, directly becoming the Vice Sect Hierarch.

Whereas Priest Jin Mingjun, who had received the fake Dragon Blood, became an Archbishop of superior status.

Such promotions, even with the experience of performing abroad, were clearly too much!

After all, being a priest is very competitive these days, and while not many go out to perform death-defying stunts, the absolute number isn’t too small either.

The Sect Hierarch’s arrangement naturally caused dissatisfaction among the elders who had climbed up by throwing money at the sect.

However, this dissatisfaction vanished along with the successful holding of the first mass.

Especially among those elders who had become Bishops with the best performance.

They, being the highest-ranking and wealthiest within the sect, were often also the least devout believers.

Even if they temporarily became devout believers due to the mystique and the influence of Dragon Mighty during the rituals.

Once the ritual was over and they returned home, soaking in hot baths, they gradually came back to their senses and tended to attribute everything they had seen during the ritual to Sect Hierarch Li Yongxiu’s magic, eloquence, and charismatic personality.

Then, these people did not become infuriated with embarrassment at being deceived; instead, they felt lucky to have found a potential stock that was about to shine brightly.

They contacted their families to share their thoughts, preparing to increase their investment!

This was a rare unicorn stock!

The anomaly within the Phosphor Church was naturally reported, especially by the competitors who did not hide their malice.

However… one of the major backers of the Phosphor Sect was none other than the tycoon who had controlled the area for many years.

This local strongman had supported the Phosphor Sect because he noticed that big teams from the Capital District had expanded their influence over here.

And none of the local small groups had anyone who could fight back.

To counter the influence of the well-known churches from the Capital District locally, their best choice was to cultivate a local church group to disperse the influence of the others, as they could not act openly themselves.

The Phosphor Sect’s little moves seemed to be within the tycoons’ acceptable range.

Even during the second ritual.

Security personnel from the community came to help maintain order,

and incidentally prevent any mischief-makers from deliberately stirring up trouble.

Jin Mingxiu, standing behind the curtain of the podium in the grand auditorium, sneaked a look at the attendees filing in line, and silently swallowed his saliva.

Having joined the Phosphor Sect with his brother, it was his first time participating in such a grand gathering.

And looking at the front row of arriving VIPs and high-level honorary clergymen.

They were all powerful, influential, and wealthy people.

Especially the fat old man sitting at the far right of the first row.

Jin Mingxiu was particularly impressed by him.

Because he owned over twenty apartment buildings in the city, where half of Jin Mingxiu’s colleagues lived!

It was said that even several mountains and fish ponds in his hometown were owned by this fat old man.

Jin never imagined that such a Landlord would attend today; it seemed those Bishops who came last time had put in a great effort.

After withdrawing his gaze, Jin Mingxiu looked back at his brother hiding behind the curtain.

Initially, Jin Mingxiu, too, envied Jin Mingjun for having received the benefits of Dragon Blood.

But by now, fear and worry had taken over much of his emotions.

Priest Jin Mingjun was now sitting cross-legged on the carpet, breathing heavily, occasionally stuffing a whole compressed biscuit into his mouth and swallowing it after chewing only a few times.

He then picked up a large drink bottle and drank a third of the high-sugar content water in one gulp.

“Huff, huff!”

After eating and drinking, Priest Jin Mingjun seemed to feel a little better, quieting down for about ten more minutes.

Then he would continue to eat.

And from time to time, a low growl like that of a wild beast would be heard.

Every time he witnessed such a scene, Jin Mingxiu worried that something might suddenly go wrong with the other.

Especially after casting, the frequency and intensity of Jin Mingjun’s consumption and discomfort would noticeably increase.

However, Sect Hierarch Li Yongxiu had decided to take advantage of the time difference before the big groups took them seriously and quickly grow stronger!

Even relying on miracles, they directly shepherded the other side’s followers over to contribute to the great cause of exorcism.

So, they had no choice but to keep putting Priest Jin Mingjun through hardship.

After all, the Ghostly God behind them was clearly not any righteous deity.

Even Jin Mingjun himself wouldn’t want to face the consequences of angering the Ghostly God, would he?

Inside the grand auditorium.

As the night deepened,

the auditorium, which could accommodate more than five thousand people, was nearly full.

Even many followers who arrived late or were of lower status voluntarily stood in the aisles and in gaps at the back, silently praying while waiting for the ritual to begin.

Clap!

As the doors closed,

the lights in the grand auditorium suddenly dimmed.

Then, with Sect Hierarch Li Yongxiu, whose finances had greatly increased through core follower donations and who had hired a high-salary lighting technician, the lights shone.

Newly purchased speakers emitted a sacred and solemn instrumental music.

Six young nuns, carefully selected and wearing nun’s attire, holding chalices filled halfway with a red liquid, slowly walked out, chanting unintelligible yet relaxing alto verses.