Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

"Second Brother, this is not something we can decide."

Jing Xing was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if he suddenly thought of something.

Qin Zhen didn't say anything, but slowly raised her left hand.

The black fingerprints on the back of his left hand had not yet completely faded.

"The gods have chosen me."

After this sentence was spoken, Jingxing fell silent for a moment.

Qin Zhen had never seen Jing Xing like this before, looking exhausted as if all his strength had been drained away.

Seeing Jing Xing didn't say anything, Qin Zhen could only add: "If someone else asked, he might not be willing to answer, and -"

Qin Zhen's eyes swept across the dilapidated temple, and even her tone became a little deeper: "His divine power is running out, and he may not give us a second chance to ask God for help."

Jing Xing still didn't say anything, but just looked around with Qin Zhen.

Yes, this god no longer has the power to maintain his temple or even his own form.

I'm afraid there won't be a second chance.

Intellectually, Jing Xing knew that everything Qin Zhen said was right, but emotionally, he couldn't bear to watch Qin Zhen take risks.

He didn't want to lose anyone around him anymore.

He remembered that the Buddhist monk with profound Buddhist skills in Dingyuan Temple turned into a madman who could only talk in delirium because of asking gods for advice.

He also remembered that a hundred years ago, the rising star who had become famous lost all his cultivation because of asking gods for advice, and finally committed suicide on Mount Zhongnan.

Too many people who ask God for advice don't have a good ending.

People say that God cannot be heard, seen, or spoken of, so asking God is a simple technique, but few people dare to try it.

Asking God requires a price.

And until the price comes, no one knows what it will be.

Therefore, he did not want Qin Zhen to take this step, but everything pushed her to go forward.

"Oh." Jingxing didn't say anything, just sighed deeply.

Qin Zhen knew that he meant to compromise.

"Second Brother." Qin Zhen softened her voice and gently grabbed a piece of Jingxing's sleeve.

Seeing Jingxing looking over, she then said, "Second Senior Brother, do you know why I asked the question so directly?"

"Why?" Jingxing's voice was low.

Qin Zhen smiled: "Because of you."

"I?"

"Yes, because I believe in you, brother."

I believe Jingxing will do his best to protect her.

Jing Xing did not answer immediately, but met Qin Zhen's gaze for the first time.

Qin Zhen's gaze was firm and decisive, without the slightest deviation.

Facing such eyes, Jing Xing knew that he could not stop any decision Qin Zhen made.

and so--

He spoke up: "Well, my brother is here and will definitely protect you."

Qin Zhen smiled, and then let out a long sigh: "Then... Senior Brother, let's get started."

"it is good."

Asking God is simple.

Lighting incense, drawing formations, gods descending, and finally asking questions.

It is so simple that there is no way to make mistakes, but few people use this technique.

Most of the time, in order to avoid danger, many people will specially prepare containers as props to invite the gods to descend, such as specially made statues, dolls, or even brushes and musical instruments.

But the success rate is generally very low. Even if someone is invited, they are mostly spirits or wild monsters. Only with a very small probability can some inferior gods be invited.

How could a truly almighty God allow himself to reside on those dead things?

It is detrimental to the Godhead.

This god, who can only appear in the fog, may be willing to descend upon objects, but his power is so weak that even if he possesses these props, it is difficult for them to respond.

Therefore, Qin Zhen had no intention of using anything else as a container from the beginning.

From the beginning to the end, she only prepared one container - that was herself.

She acts as a container, Jingxing takes the lead and asks questions, and her body and spiritual power are used to support the god to answer.

"let's start."

Qin Zhen and Jing Xing quickly cleaned up a clean area in the temple, and then picked up the original candlesticks and incense burners in the temple and placed them in specific locations.

Burn incense and candles.

The bloody, warm blood flowed from Qin Zhen's palms. She seemed not to feel the pain and quickly drew a seemingly simple formation on the ground to summon the gods.

As soon as she sat down and closed her eyes, a red light suddenly flashed on the formation.

A gentle breeze blows.

It was like something had entered the temple.

The fragrant smoke suddenly turned a corner, turning towards the west little by little, and finally drifted towards where Qin Zhen was. The speed of the fragrance and the candle burning suddenly increased.

Qin Zhen, who had her eyes closed just now, suddenly opened her eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes that were completely different from Qin Zhen's usual ones.

It was filled with vicissitudes, fatigue, despair, and a hint of death that chilled people's lives.

"Who are you? What do you want to do by bringing us here?" Jingxing asked.

……

Qin Zhen felt something strange entering her body, and her body suddenly became very heavy, as if it was filled with lead.

At the same time, everything around her seemed to be moving away from her.

She could no longer feel Jingxing's breath, could no longer hear the sounds around her, and even began to lose the awareness of her own existence bit by bit.

She seemed to have turned into a thin cloud, drifting and moving with the wind, and finally she heard a light sigh.

"Who?"

Qin Zhen asked.

"Hmm? Master Lian, did you have a nightmare?"

Master Lian!?

Qin Zhen suddenly opened her eyes, and what she saw was Xiao Yan's enlarged little face.

"Xiao Yan? Where is the mark on your forehead?" Qin Zhen asked.

But Xiao Yan seemed to be unable to hear her voice at all, and everything she said seemed to be spoken to air.

Sudden.

Qin Zhen felt that she opened her mouth, but the words she said were not what she had just said, and even the voice was extremely unfamiliar.

She heard herself say, "Yeah."

"What kind of nightmare is it?" Xiao Yan asked.

Qin Zhen felt herself shaking her head: "I don't remember."

"Then, what can I do for you that will make you happy?" Xiao Yan's expression was very innocent and serious.

"I'm not unhappy." The woman's voice sounded indifferent, without much emotional ups and downs.

At this moment, Qin Zhen was finally sure.

She seemed to have turned into the fairy Li Yun of the past, reliving this memory as a bystander.

"Let me give Master Lian a gift."

"Huh? Why are you suddenly giving me a gift?"

Xiao Yan answered seriously, "Because the village chief said that people will be happy when they receive gifts."

Fairy Li Yun was stunned for a moment when she heard this, as she did not expect Xiao Yan's reason to be so simple and straightforward.

"...Thank you." Fairy Li Yun replied dryly.