Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 31 I'm Disrespectful, I Didn't See You Are The Patriarch

Before the priest could speak, the white-bearded old man beside him was already rushing to defend him.

"Gu Jingzhao, your identity is not real now! You say you are the messenger of the gods and you are? Who can testify for you? How can you convince others?"

This person's clothes are very different from other people's. He looks rich and extraordinary, and his words are bossy.

Jing Zhao had never met him before, but his attitude of talking like this really made him uncomfortable.

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

An Feng's running dog pointed at Gu Jingzhao and shouted again: "Gu Jingzhao, open your dog eyes and take a good look, don't you even know the patriarch?!"

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

In the eyes of the patriarch, this look and tone are naked contempt and provocation.

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

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

"Master Patriarch, you say that my identity is not real, I don't agree with that." Jing Zhao turned his eyes slightly, folded his hands and tilted his head, looking casual and light.

"My identity as a messenger was given by the gods. Naturally, the gods will testify for me. If any of you don't believe it, just ask the gods, but I don't know if the old man will be angry when he hears this."

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

He and the priest, who both claim to know witchcraft, are playing games here. It's like two scumbags reciting pi together.

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

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

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

"The loser went to the execution rack in the ancestral hall to be burned by himself."

After Jing Zhao listened, he readily agreed, "Okay."

"How to gamble?" After Jing Zhao finished speaking, he folded his hands and added casually: "But let's say it first, let's just go up the mountain of knives and down the pan of oil, catch ghosts and chew ghost bones. It's too easy. I can't afford to gamble."

He knows this ancient juggling tricks very well. From ancient times to the present, there are only a few such tricks, and there are no new ideas. Jing Zhao said in advance, even if it blocked the priest's way out.

Everyone in the room was stunned when they heard Jing Zhao's "casting spells" a few times before, and at the moment they only felt that Jing Zhao was really powerful. These things, which are difficult even for a big witch, seemed to be easily accomplished by him once he said them. .

The priest's face darkened even more.

What Gu Jingzhao said were all sorcery skills of great witches. As priests, they had nowhere to learn.And he, a wild fox Zen who came out of nowhere, dared to say such difficult things so easily.

Simply ridiculous!
The priest gritted his teeth and said forcefully, "Tell me, what do you want to bet on?"

Jing Zhao rolled his eyes slightly: "Why don't you and I compete for rain. Now that the land is barren and needs heavy rain, let's compete with whoever can first ask for rain from the sky, and whoever wins."

The priest narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "I'll go back and ask the great witch to open the altar. The fastest way is that the rain will not fall until ten hours later."

Jing Zhao waved his hands again and again, "It's too slow, too slow, I only need seven hours to make the rain fall."

"Impossible!" the priest said firmly.

The practice of the great witch needs to be reported to the heavens, even if a rain request document is delivered from the mortal world to the God of Rain, it will take at least seven or eight hours, and it will take another hour or two for the God of Rain to bring rain gear to the world.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to rain down within seven hours.

It can be seen that Gu Jingzhao is talking nonsense.

Jing Zhao shrugged: "Everyone's process is different, so naturally the time taken is different. If you think it's impossible, just ask your big witch to do it quickly."

The priest choked with anger at his words, squinted his eyes, and snorted coldly, "I'll wait for seven hours before sending you to the execution platform to be tortured by fire."

Jing Zhao tilted his head indifferently, very confident.

How can witchcraft be scientifically reliable in the 21st century? The rain last night was clearly the southeast monsoon blowing from the sea. When it arrived in Quanjun County, it encountered Gaojing Mountain and Beiyou Mountain. a rain.

He paid special attention to whether the wind is blowing from the sea today, which means that there will be a second wave of rain today, and according to the regularity of the weather, today's rain will not be much different from yesterday's time.That is seven hours later!

The priest turned around and was about to leave, when he suddenly thought of something, he stopped in his footsteps.

"Shandan." He said coldly, and glanced at Shandan who was beside Jing Zhao, "You betrayed the great witch and hid here to live here, do you really think you can live in peace for the rest of your life?"

"I curse you in the name of God. You and your people will eventually fall into hell, and you will fall into the animal realm forever. You will not be able to recover from life to life."

Shandan's face turned pale. In fact, from the moment the priest appeared, he was in a trance. He led the tribe out of Sanshan in a big way, and betrayed Wu from the moment he left.

He didn't regret his decision, but he was afraid that his clansmen would be implicated.

Jing Zhao frowned when he heard that, how could he have the nerve to say such a curse word in the middle school.

Jing Zhao firmly held Shandan's hand, and Shandan came back to his senses.

Jing Zhaodao: "Small question, I am very familiar with Lord Yan Luo of Shifang Hell Palace, I will go to say hello in person later, and promise that you can reincarnate whatever you want to reincarnate in your next life."

These words are like a reassurance pill, making Shandan feel at ease and warm.

Shandan showed a relaxed look on his face, and said softly to Jing Zhao, "Thank you."

The priest suddenly looked back at Gu Jingzhao, but in the next moment, Aning, who was beside Jing Zhao, immediately made a defensive posture, and stepped forward to block Jing Zhao behind him. He clenched his dagger tightly and was ready to attack at any time. posture.

The priest was a little afraid of Aning. The boy's quick reaction and almost instantaneous action just now not only protected Gu Jingzhao, but also hurt his beloved pet.

Such a strong combat power is difficult for even a swordsman who has practiced hard for decades, let alone a young child.

He gave the two of them a cold look, then stopped talking, turned around and went out the door with the patriarch one after the other.

There was a gloomy look on the priest's face, and he whispered to the patriarch: "You go and organize your people, and when it gets dark, bring people with me to encircle and suppress this group of traitors and rebels."

(End of this chapter)