Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

Chapter 127: Sacrifice

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

It turned out that the local god had sent a message to Ji Jing, asking her,” Today is the 15th day of the lunar month, a good day to worship the local god. Have you offered your sacrifice?”

Ji Jing was sure that the wording and the sentence must have been sent in a group. He clicked into his Moments and saw that it was indeed the case.

The local god would explain the necessity of offering sacrifices to the local god on the first and fifteenth day of every month, and then call on everyone to carry out sacred sacrificial activities.

However, it was the time for the celebration, so Ji Jing automatically ignored this group message.

However, not long after, the land duke sent a new message.” Have you offered sacrifices?”

Ji Jing had no choice but to reply.

Ji Jing: It’s past midnight. I’m sixteen now.

Landlord: It doesn’t matter. Sincerity works.

Ji Jing said, “I’m not at home. It’s not convenient for me to sacrifice.”

The local owner replied, “I know you’re in Wanbao Village.” There are all kinds of sacrificial items in the villa. You can borrow them.

Upon seeing this, Ji Jing quivered. Her tipsiness instantly dissipated, and even Ming Ze was temporarily thrown to the back of her mind.

Villa? How did the local god know that she was in the villa?

Ji Jing subconsciously looked around, as if there was an eye watching her.

However, under the quiet night sky, even the laughter and laughter of the monsters seemed to be far away.

Ji Jing was speechless.

The local god said,” Don’t be nervous. I’m the local god. Of course, I know everything that happens on this land.”

Ji Jing: Do you know why the flowers are so red?

The local god replied,” Alright, I’m actually here too, so I know.”

Ming Ze stared at Ji Jing’s phone screen and narrowed his eyes dangerously. He felt a little depressed because the development of the story was different from what he had imagined.

His original plan was to give Ji Jing the gift he had prepared after she happily attended the celebration, not to watch her chat with other men.

The people from the Taoist Association were too slow. Where was the temple of the local god? He was going to stomp it flat.

“If he isn’t the real land, then why is he so eager to let people go to pay their respects to the land?”Ji Jing suddenly asked.

“That is, he was once related to the land.”Ming Ze gritted his teeth.

Ji Jing thought for a moment and said, “That’s a monster?

Ordinary humans couldn’t live that long. Moreover, the Thousand Treasures Manor was a demon mountain.

Ming Ze sighed and casually summoned a few little demons to take the things in Ji Jing’s hands and put them in their warm pavilion.

He had admitted defeat. Ji Jing would get serious whenever it involved her job. His original plan had missed the best opportunity. He could only take out the present and try to bring Ji Jing back to the original birthday atmosphere.

Ji Jing saw Ming Ze take out an exquisite wooden box from somewhere and pass it to her. He naturally took her phone and secretly muted it.

“This is?” Ji Jing took the wooden box in surprise. She panicked. Was it a birthday present for her?

“It’s a birthday present.” Ming Ze confirmed her guess.” See if you like it.”

Ji Jing opened the wooden box and saw a neatly folded red Daoist robe. With just a touch, she knew that the material was of good quality. There were exquisite patterns on the corners of the robe and sleeves. Upon closer inspection, there was a layer of dark patterns behind the bright patterns. A faint light flowed through the patterns.

“Oh my god…” Ji Jing carefully unfolded her Daoist robe. She was almost speechless.

Only Daoists knew how precious this Taoist robe was. The bright patterns were embroidered using the best embroidery techniques in the world, while the dark patterns formed a special array pattern. It was embroidered by a special embroidery lady who injected spiritual power.

Not only was the design exquisite enough, but more importantly, the drawn array could provide a continuous source of spiritual power for the Taoist priest to cast spells.

A daoist robe of this standard was time-consuming, laborious, and expensive. It also required the ability to get to know those top-notch embroidery girls who did not come out of the world. Almost only the most powerful Taoist masters were qualified to possess it.

The Abbey Dean also had one, and it was especially treasured. He would only take it out for important events. Ji Jing had seen him wear it less than twice.

Ji Jing had once dreamed that when she received more recognition and grew to be as powerful as the Abbey Dean, she would have a top-notch Taoist robe that belonged to her.

However, she did not expect Ming Ze to give it to her on her birthday..