Chapter 125 Grain Priest Meredith

  Chen Ji actually hasn't figured out what the company will do in the future.

   Maien's ability is very powerful, allowing him to get rid of the previous 996 life and enter a brand new world.

but.

  Chen Ji asked Ma Yien, but the girl said that her power comes from the master, that is, Chen Ji himself.

   "It is true that every traveler has a system."

  Chen Ji can only guess that Mayen's power needs to rely on the traverser to display it.

   It can't be his identity as a programmer, right?

night.

  Chen Ji chatted with the little lady, and mentioned the "Dream of Red Mansions".

   "Young Master, you want to print and sell the book written by Shu Min in the Immortal Realm?!"

  Zhao Guoyongkang County, so there are too many people in the city, and they are very curious about everything in the county guard's mansion, so Xia Shumin can't go anywhere recently.

  I can't even go out for a walk in Hongye Mountain, so I can only take a stroll in Xiafu, climb the luxuriant fairy apple tree in the orchard, and tease the little colorful phoenix.

   Bored and panicked.

   Only when she chats with the son a few times a day is the happiest time for her.

   Now I heard that Young Master has opened a bookstore, and she wants to print her clumsy works, including the continuation of A Dream of Red Mansions, and some of her poems and articles, and sell them to other immortals.

  Xia Shumin was naturally very surprised. Apart from a little panic, she couldn't help jumping up, and took a pen to write in the "Poetry of Lovesickness":

   "Young Master, what do immortals in the fairy world like to watch? Do immortals also like ordinary things? Do you like Journey to the West?"

  Little lady has a strong curiosity and always has a lot of questions.

  Chen Ji chatted with her for a while, and when he learned that she wanted to start writing a novel again, his heart moved.

  The little lady seems to be just an ordinary lady from a great family. Before eating the fairy fruit, she was so weak that she could only hide under the wings of her parents.

   But looking at an ordinary little lady, she can take the initiative to invite him to the world of martial arts.

  In the novel written, someone actually practiced the seemingly made-up skills.

   This made Chen Ji have to doubt her identity.

In the study room, Xia Shumin put down the brush, and turned to pressing on the poetry book with green onion fingers, a little shy: "My lord, if what I write becomes real because of my relationship, what should I do?" ?”

   "How many books have you written before?"

   "Not many, only three, including the sequel Dream of the Red Chamber."

  Xia Shumin blushed a little, and wrote with a brush instead: "My lord, if you want to read the dream of the Red Chamber written by the little girl, you should go down to the little girl's study. There are quite a lot of words in a book of "Dream of the Red Chamber." Forgive me, lord."

   Is this an active invitation to him?

  Chen Ji couldn't help laughing, "I'm going down to earth now?"

   "No, no, no, the young master will come again next time."

  She had just taken a flower petal bath in the bathtub, and washed her long hair well with the shampoo he sent. At this moment, she was wearing two light clothes, and her black hair was wet and messy. How could she have the nerve to meet him?

   "It seems that Shumin is inconvenient. Well, let's talk about it next time. I'll prepare some gifts for you."

   "What gift?"

  Xia Shumin, who was a little shy at first, couldn't help feeling full of anticipation.

   After a while, she put down the book of lovesickness poems.

   I chatted so much with the young master again, I'm not dreaming again tonight, right?

  Xia Shumin was a little distressed.

  Recently, for some reason, she began to have strange dreams again. The place in the dream was covered with white bones, full of ghosts, like a hell, which made her creepy.

  She also saw a deserted tomb not known how long ago, standing on the desolate black land, the tombstone was broken, the tomb was opened, and the bones disappeared without a trace, which was very scary.

   Fortunately.

  The dream this time is different from the previous ones. She walked with the young master, holding his big hand tightly, and sometimes she would be hugged into her arms, with their necks intertwined, kissing...

   "Woohoo!"

  In the unoccupied study room, Xia Shumin blushed her fair and tender face, bit her soft lips, held a brush in her slender hand, and after hesitating for a while, wrote the first word on the blank paper.

  The next story book will be about her young master in the fairy world and the underworld...

   Not right.

   is the protagonist in the book, what he has seen and heard in the fairyland and the underworld.

  …

on the earth.

  Chen Ji, who had finished chatting with the little lady, also had something to say.

  He is looking forward to the development of the martial arts world more and more.

  If it’s just someone else showing up to the gods, bringing immortal energy to the world of martial arts, so that those heroes of the rivers and lakes can break through one by one and become the existence of cultivating immortals.

  That might not be very interesting, and you will get tired of watching those people from the rivers and lakes shocked two or three times. It would be more interesting to go shopping with a delicate and delicate lady in a skirt.

but now.

  The little lady seems to have the ability to make things come true.

   It seems that there is no need to write. She just heard that there are icebergs in the North and South Poles. After she said it, icebergs really appeared there.

  This has led to a complete unknown in the world of martial arts.

   It's worth looking forward to.

   "Mayen?"

   Being watched by a gaze, Chen Ji turned his head to look at the white-haired red-eyed girl sitting beside him.

   "Mayen?"

  The girl asked in a doubtful voice, but there was no wave in her eyes.

  Chen Ji rubbed her head.

  He discovered that Ma Yien paid more attention to him than expected.

  Where did he go.

  Mayen's gaze will go wherever.

  Even when Chen Ji went to take a bath, she wanted to follow her in.

  Chen Ji woke up this morning, and even saw her sitting beside his bed, her beautiful eyes fixed on him.

   Maien said that her power comes from him, which seems to be true.

   Otherwise, the girl would not pay so much attention to him.

   "God, are you there?"

  Astana sent a standard query to the Creator.

   This is also the reason why Chen Ji stopped dating the little lady.

   "I'm here, what's the matter?"

  Grace Continent, underground of the Church of Light.

  From beyond the void, the voice of the Creator located in the supreme kingdom of God, Earth, was introduced into the soul of the Goddess Saint, making her smile with joy, clasped her hands, and read:

   "Thank you for the kindness and gentleness of God. You always respond to your faithful believer Astana at the first time. Astana will always admire you."

  A blush appeared on her face with a little black lines.

  Most of the power of the evil **** has dissipated from her body, the evil eye on her forehead is almost invisible, and the little black lines on her face are praised by the elf girls as beautiful, like beautiful decorations pasted on them.

  Unfortunately, she has not yet been bestowed by God, and she has not been able to go to his divine kingdom and experience his divine power for herself.

"god."

  Astana continued: "The magic mine you gave us last time, I want to send it to the people in the city, is that okay?"

   It turned out that she was going to report this matter.

  Chen Ji agreed, and asked her, "Is there a shortage of supplies in the city?"

  The first city is at the foot of a mountain. The mountain is not special, and neither is the city. Even the ancient Imory doesn't know why the first city was chosen to be built here.

  The city is not too big, and there is no river nearby. Chen Ji's eyes fell on Shenen Continent several times before, but he didn't see many green plants in the city, let alone patches of crops.

  The atmosphere of the whole city is very depressing, filled with a faint, dilapidated and gloomy atmosphere.

"Yes."

  Astana recounted softly: "Originally there were millions of people in the original city, and many of them could only live underground, but later the evil spirit passed through the magic circle and eroded the people in the city.

  In the beginning, Hilo and the others would drive all the polluted people out of the city without mercy, even if the opponent was a demigod-level powerhouse or a nobleman of the kingdom.

   But three years ago, more and more people were slightly polluted. After several commotions, Hilo and the others could only acquiesce that the slightly polluted people continued to stay in the city. "

After Astana finished talking, she said: "The reason for doing this is also because many minor polluters have magic crystals in their hands, and they are also very powerful magicians, who can continue to use magic to spawn crops, making people in the city Can survive."

   "Just."

Astana sighed softly: "The breath of evil gods can also infect magic power, making it difficult for magicians, harvest priests, and grain priests of the mother goddess to absorb magic power from the free air, so they can only use more magic power mines. And magic crystals, and some treasures with pure magic. For example, the leaves of the world tree, some magical gems."

  Harvest Priests and Grain Priests seem to be the same, but Astana specifically points out that Grain Priests believe in the Mother Goddess of All Things, which proves that Harvest Priests are very common and can be found in every cathedral.

   "The previous magic mine was obtained from your failed sun, can you create more?"

  In the Continent of God's Grace, it seems that with magic power, there will be a good harvest, which will allow them to eat and drink.

   "Great is the power of God."

  The saint was very embarrassed, and said shyly: "Astana's power is weak. Trying to describe a sun created by God is already exhausted, and it is really impossible to create more magic mines."

  Chen Ji nodded, expressing his understanding.

  Astana has a more important job. She wants to create a nuclear fusion sun, so she can't always create magic mines.

  Although it is said that after the nuclear fusion sun's magical spell fails, it will also get some magic power mines.

"but."

  The saint was happy again: "The power of God is great and vast. When you looked at us last time, the magic power crystal created by the sun was very pure, enough for people inside the city and even outside the city to use it for a while."

  There is also a shortage of supplies outside the city.

  Magic power crystals are much better than magic power mines, and the magic power contained is purer and richer.

  Gems and treasures with magical power are more powerful than magic crystals.

   "Doesn't the dragon have treasures?"

  Chen Ji thought of the giant dragon.

   "All the gems of the dragon Tess have lost their magic power, and they were given to the priests for them to use, and they will be returned to her after losing their magic power."

Astana sighed slightly: "Originally, grain priests and harvest priests did not need magic power to make the crops grow vigorously in the field, but after the gods returned to the beginning, they could no longer get guidance from the kingdom of gods and could no longer activate them. own power."

  Faith and magic or two systems?

  Even the giant dragon took out the treasures that are regarded as life, which shows that the original city is indeed in short supply to a certain extent.

  Chen Ji thought for a while and said, "Can there still be a Harvest Priest?"

   "God, what do you mean?!"

  Astana was very pleasantly surprised.

"Um."

  Chen Ji gave her an affirmative answer.

  Astana happily thanked him for his kindness, praised Chen Ji's greatness, and then shouted into the distance: "Meredith, come here quickly."

  The door of a room in the basement opened, and the mature and beautiful Meredith, wearing light and soft clothes, walked towards the envoy Astana with hurried steps.

  He walked in such a hurry that under the thin and soft clothes, behind the soft and flat waist, there was a surge of turbulence.

   "God, Angel, are you calling me?"

   Meredith put her slender palm on the white waves, and took a light breath.

  The divine envoy's call is most likely to convey the will of God to her, and she must come immediately.

   “Yes, God will give….”

  Astana paused in her words, and her eyes fell on Meredith's graceful and curvy figure.

  The basement of the Church of Light has become her residence, except for the seven elves, no one else will enter at will.

  So, the beautiful elves put on clothes that can show themselves, hoping that the Creator's eyes can fall on them.

   So is Meredith at the moment.

  They will put on tight attire when they go out, because the seven beautiful elves have decided to dedicate their life to the pure faith of the Creator.

  At this moment, the two little princesses are reading poems praising the Creator in front of the Starlight World Tree at night in the garden on the ground. They are wearing very neat and beautiful dresses.

   "An angel?"

   Meredith took a few steps closer to her, bent down, and listened to her.

  The white rippling oppresses the clothes, almost tearing them apart.

  Astana took a deep breath, smiled and said, "Are you willing to dedicate to God... No, it is God who will give you the power to harvest and let you protect the growth of the crops in the field, so that the grains will bear abundant fruits."

   Meredith's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly knelt on the ground, embracing Astana, who was sitting on the God's Lock, with her hands, looking up at her, as if looking up to the Creator through her, and replied devoutly:

   "Thank God for giving us a good harvest. Meredith will use God's power to produce crops, so that people in God's Grace Continent can feel God's mercy!"

   Not to feed people, nor to rescue them.

   Rather, let them feel the mercy of the Creator.

  Answers like this are devout believers in the Divine Grace Continent.

  Chen Ji heard her words, and also saw Meredith's clothes at the moment.

At once…

  It is very thin and beautiful.

  Just talking about the clothes, similar to those actresses who attend charity dinners and want to show off their beauty.

  Of course, the temperament, appearance, and skin of the mature and beautiful Meredith are far beyond what ordinary actresses can match.

   “God is watching you.”

  Astana smiled softly and helped her up: "You should tell about your past now, let God know your past, and it will be better when you go to God's kingdom in the future."

   Meredith blushed, nodded, and whispered about her past in front of Astana.

  Chen Ji glanced at Ma Yien, who was dumbfounded beside him. Chen Ji asked her just now, but she didn't do anything, but his gaze fell to the ground of the Divine Grace Continental Church again.

   This seems to be related to Astana.

  When the holy maiden of divine origin begins the prayer ceremony, or when she has a strong desire to see him, or at a certain critical moment, Chen Ji can see the Divine Grace Continent.

   And the spoken word has the power of the Creator.

   Looking at the World Cup, Brazil didn’t score in the penalty shoot-out, so I just finished writing this one, and there are still people who didn’t sleep, sorry, sorry.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)