Chapter 31 Disrespect, I didn’t realize you were the clan leader

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 31 Disrespect, I didn’t realize you were the clan leader

Before the priest spoke, the old man with a white beard beside him was already rushing to defend him.

"Gu Jingzhao, your identity is false now! You said you are the messenger of God and you are the one? Who can testify for you? How can you make people believe it?"

What this person wears is very different from the others. He looks extremely wealthy, and he speaks in a bossy manner.

Jing Zhao had never met him before, but the way he talked about it really made him unhappy.

He folded his hands, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who are you?"

An Feng's lackey pointed at Gu Jingzhao and yelled: "Gu Jingzhao, open your dog eyes and take a good look. Don't you even know the clan leader?!"

"Oh." Jing Zhao sighed meaningfully and looked him up and down. No wonder he was dressed so well. He turned out to be the patriarch.

In the eyes of the clan leader, this look and tone were naked contempt and provocation.

The old man was so angry that his beard trembled, "What do you mean?"

Jing Zhao slightly raised his lips and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you are the patriarch of the clan."

"Mr. Patriarch, you said that my identity is false. I don't agree with that." Jing Zhao turned his peach blossom eyes slightly, folded his hands and tilted his head, looking casual and casual.

"My identity as a messenger was given by the gods, and naturally the gods bear witness for me. If any of you don't believe it, just ask the gods. But I don't know if he will be angry after hearing this."

Jing Zhao has never been afraid of anyone when it comes to reasoning. What he is best at is convincing people with reason, not to mention that there is a "god" above him to back him up.

He and the priest, two people who both boasted that they knew witchcraft, were competing here, just like two scumbags memorizing pi together. Anyway, it was all nonsense, and they were competing to see who had the better mentality.

Obviously, Jing Zhao's mentality completely surpassed everyone present.

The white-bearded patriarch turned his gaze to the priest, who had a gloomy expression.

After a moment, the priest said: "Since you say that you are the messenger of the gods, then I will make a bet with you on witchcraft. Whoever wins can prove that the other person is a fake."

"The loser will walk to the execution rack in the ancestral hall to be burned at the stake."

After hearing this, Jing Zhao readily agreed: "Okay."

"How to bet?" After Jing Zhao finished speaking, he folded his hands and added casually: "But let's agree first, let's forget about going up to the mountain of knives and going down to the oil pan, catching ghosts and chewing ghost bones. It's too easy, I'm not afraid to bet."

He knows these ancient magic tricks very well. There are only a few of them from ancient times to the present, and he can't come up with new ideas. Jing Zhao said it in advance, even if it blocked the priest's escape route.

But everyone present sighed. They had seen Jing Zhao "casting spells" several times before. At this moment, they felt that Jing Zhao was indeed very powerful. These things that even great witches found difficult to do seemed to be very easy to achieve when he said it.

.

The priest's face turned even darker.

What Gu Jingzhao said were all witchcraft that great witches knew. As priests, they had no place to learn it. And he, a wild fox Zen who appeared out of nowhere, dared to explain such difficult things so easily.

.

Absolutely ridiculous!

The priest gritted his teeth and said harshly: "Tell me, what do you want to bet on?"

Jing Zhao's eyes turned slightly: "Why don't you and I compete for rain? Nowadays, the land and wilderness are in need of heavy rain. Let's compete to see who can pray for a sweet rain from the sky first. Whoever wins."

The priest narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I'm going back now to ask the great witch to open an altar. Even if it rains, it won't fall until ten hours at the earliest."

Jing Zhao waved his hands repeatedly, "Too slow, too slow, I only need seven hours for the rain to fall."

"Impossible!" the priest said firmly.

The witch's actions must be reported to heaven. Even if a document asking for rain is delivered from the mortal world to Si Yutian God, it will take at least seven or eight hours. It will take another one or two hours for Si Yutian God to bring rain gear and bring rain to the human world.

Therefore, it is impossible for the rain to fall within seven hours.

It can be seen that Gu Jingzhao is talking nonsense.

Jing Zhao shrugged: "Everyone follows different procedures, and naturally the time it takes is different. If you think it's impossible, just ask your great witch to do it faster."

The priest choked with anger at his words, narrowed his eyes, and coldly snorted: "I will wait for you in seven hours, then send you to the execution platform and suffer the torture of fire."

Jing Zhao tilted his head indifferently, very confident.

Witchcraft is not as reliable as the science of the 21st century. The rainfall last night was clearly caused by the southeast monsoon blowing from the sea. When it arrived in Quan County, it encountered Gaojing Mountain and Beiyu Mountain. The air flow coiled around, met the cold air, and dropped

A rain.

He was particularly concerned that the wind was still blowing from the sea today, which meant that there would be a second wave of rain today, and according to climate regularity, the rain today would be about the same time as yesterday. That is seven

After hours!

The priest turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something and stopped in his tracks.

"Shandan." He said coldly, glancing at Shandan beside Jing Zhao, "You betrayed the great witch and hid here to live an elusive life. Do you really think you can live in peace with each other for the rest of your life?"

"I curse you in the name of God. You and your people will eventually fall into hell and fall into the realm of animals forever. You will never be able to recover from this life."

Shan Dan's face turned pale. In fact, he had been in a trance from the moment the priest appeared. He took the clan members out of Sanshan without hesitation and betrayed Wu from the moment he left.

He does not regret his decision, but is afraid that his tribe will be implicated as a result.

Jing Zhao frowned when he heard this, how could he have the nerve to say such a second-rate curse word.

Jing Zhao held Shan Dan's hand tightly, and Shan Dan came back to his senses.

Jing Zhao said: "Small question, I am very familiar with Lord Yama of the Ten Directions Hell Palace. I will personally go and say hello later and guarantee that you can be reincarnated wherever you want in your next life."

These words were like a reassurance, making Shandan feel reassured and warm.

Shan Dan showed a bit of relief on his face and said softly to Jing Zhao: "Thank you very much."

The priest suddenly looked back and glared at Gu Jingzhao fiercely. However, in the next moment, Aning, who was beside Jing Zhao, immediately took a defensive posture and took a step forward to block Jing Zhao behind him. He gripped the dagger tightly and was ready to attack at any time, looking like a tiger protecting its cubs.

posture.

The priest was a little wary of An Ning. This boy's quick reaction and almost instantaneous actions not only protected Gu Jingzhao, but also hurt his pet.

Such a powerful fighting power is difficult for even a swordsman who has practiced hard for decades to achieve, let alone a young child.

He glanced at the two of them coldly, stopped talking, turned around and walked out of the door with the clan leader.

There was a hint of coldness and cruelty on the priest's face, and he whispered to the clan leader: "Go and organize some people. When night falls, you will bring people with me to surround and suppress this group of traitors and traitors."
Chapter completed!