"Because I paid the price!" Uncle Ming's voice turned stern, "A heavy price!"

"You have also heard many voices against the priests one after another?" Uncle Ming asked Hu Cheng, "What will happen to the masters of these voices?"

Hu Cheng was silent.

"You don't know, but I've participated in the trial." Uncle Ming then said, "It's very strange. Many of them usually keep their mouths closed and only express their feelings to the people closest to them. Do you still remember Ah Xing?"

"Remember, remember." Hu Cheng whispered, "I was taken away by the inspector before the holy festival last year."

"She only said blasphemous words to her mother." Uncle Ming sneered, "A Xing lost her father since childhood, and her mother and daughter depended on each other for life. Do you know how much her mother loves her?"

"After A Xing disappeared, her mother jumped into the sea and died." Hu Cheng's voice was full of suspicion, "A Xing's mother could not go to report the news."

"Yes, then who is the whistleblower?" Uncle Ming said lightly, "No matter how well people hide, the priests can still find it. Have you ever thought about it? Why is this?"

"They said that the gods know everything, and this is the power of the gods."

"Nonsense." Uncle Ming smiled, "The priests just borrowed some kind of evil magic or magic weapon to eavesdrop on what we said!"

Hu Cheng finally understood: "So you tried your best to get that baby?"

"Yes. It can remind me whether the people around me have been planted with evil magic." Uncle Ming whispered, "There were two times when I talked to the villagers, and it was lit."

"Anyway, you can't believe the words of the priest and the seaguar. They are just a group of people!" Uncle Ming took a breath, "As for the kind old man you said, wait until he shows his sincerity."

Hu Cheng hesitated for a long time and suddenly asked again: "Occasionally, there is a legend in recent years that the current messenger is fake and goes against the will of God. What do you think, Uncle Ming?"

Uncle Ming was silent.

Hu Cheng asked again, and then he replied: "Don't listen, don't believe, don't speak."

Hu Cheng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

"Who is the messenger of God? What does it mean to us?" Uncle Ming's voice was dull, "I can't let me live ten more years."

He then said to Hu Cheng: "No matter what the final result of A Qian will be, you can no longer make any mistakes. After he recovers from his injury, I will recommend you to the priest."

Hu Cheng's voice raised several degrees: "Come on, recommend... um..."

But Uncle Ming covered his mouth: "You can shout louder and try if anyone nearby can hear it!"

"I was wrong." Hu Cheng took his hand, "Uncle Ming, what does it mean to recommend it?"

"I want you to be a Yanxi!" Uncle Ming said tightly, "It is the person who copied the oracle for the priest. The so-called will of the gods comes from the envoy of the gods, but the one recorded it is the priest. Then the priest took the oracle to Yanxi and copied hundreds of copies, so that it could be distributed to the islands and cities of all sizes."

There is only one oracle, but there are hundreds of places to be posted and published. It is of course a priest who will not do the work of copying documents so mechanical and tiring, but will find literate civilians to complete it.

As an ordinary person close to the priest and assigned tasks, Yan Xi has a high status among the people.

"Why?" Hu Cheng didn't understand.

"I promised your mother that she would find a way out for you." Uncle Ming patted his shoulder, "Besides, you can read openly by being a silly."
Chapter completed!