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Chapter 169 He's Not a Foot-Stealing Immortal

"How can there be no light?"

Looking in the direction of the Temple of Heaven, George Cheng said, "This palace is so big, doesn't it have a single lamp? Let me go in and take a look. I'm sure I can find the lamp I'm looking for."

"Outsiders are not allowed to enter the Temple of the Gods."

The chieftain said solemnly, "Not only are outsiders forbidden from entering, but most members of the Saba tribe are also prohibited from entering. Anyone who enters without the permission of the gods will die!"

"so serious?"

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Qiaozhi said, "Could you ask one of your clansmen who can enter the Temple of the Gods to help me get some lamps? Please bring out a few for me to choose from."

The clan chief sighed and said, "I already told you the Temple of the Gods doesn't have any lamps. When we rebuilt the Temple of the Gods a few years ago, we didn't install any lamps. How can we give you lamps? Where did you hear that the Temple of the Gods has lamps?"

"Your sacrificial songs."

Cheng Qiaozhi hummed the invocation song that the shaman had sung in the Saba language.

"Gods, I pray for you. With my aged body, I offer you freshly slaughtered cattle and sheep, I offer you a pure soul, and I light a guiding lamp for you."

"O gods, I will dance for you before I die; please guide the living, leading them safely and healthily through the night, away from hidden demons, and granting Saba eternal life."

After Cheng Qiaozhi finished singing, amidst the astonished gazes of the Saba people, he said, "What I want is a guiding light for the gods."

"You actually know the ancient language of the Saba people!" the chieftain said in disbelief.

Cheng Qiaozhi smiled slightly, "I have always admired the culture of the Saba people and have some understanding of them."

The clan chief seemed to trust him more.

The clan chief thought for a moment and said, "We received instructions from the gods. When we were rebuilding the temple, the gods said that we didn't need lamps, so there are no lamps inside the temple. Most of the clansmen can't go inside to worship; they can only worship at the altar."

But one night, when the wizard entered the temple of the gods, I saw lights inside.

"When your spirit medium arrives, if he can gain the approval of the gods and enter the temple, you can ask him to help you take a look, but I have one condition."

"any request?"

"The spirit medium needs to remain with the Saba people."

The clan chief said, "The witch is dead, and her family members also died tragically at the hands of the spirit medium a few years ago, leaving no descendants to inherit her mantle. We need a spirit medium to help us communicate with the gods."

"Of course that's no problem."

George Cheng agreed.

After speaking with the clan chief, he looked in the direction of Jiang Nanxi and the others, "These people disrupted the Saba tribe's rituals and killed the shaman. What do you plan to do about it?"

The clan chief glared angrily at Jiang Nanxi, but there was also some apprehension in his eyes, worried that she might summon Ultraman again.

"Their crimes are unforgivable, of course..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion came from outside the village, accompanied by shouts from some people.

"Mr. Cheng!"

Cheng Qiaozhi's eyes lit up, and he said to the clan chief, "My people have arrived, and that Taoist priest who is good at invoking gods is here too."

Cheng Qiaozhi led his men to greet them.

On the altar, everyone heard the conversation between Cheng Qiaozhi and the clan chief. Lu Jiaqi asked curiously, "What is Daogonglao? Why do all these people who perform rituals have so many names that I don't understand?"

Jiang Nanxi explained, "Dao Gong Lao is a person in the Hong Kong area who presides over activities such as exorcising ghosts and invoking gods, resolving difficulties and making divinations, and reading faces and appeasing spirits. They are similar to the shamans of the Saba tribe, just with a different name."

"So that's it."

Lu Jiaqi stroked his chin and said, "Isn't Cheng Qiaozhi a foreigner? How did he manage to hire a Taoist priest from Hong Kong? Such a person must have a lot of status there, right?" Jiang Nanxi sneered, "If he can get foreign mercenaries into the Ailao Mountains, who else can't he hire?"

Lu Jiaqi clicked her tongue in astonishment, "Who is he? How can he be so powerful?"

Jiang Nanxi didn't say anything.

She looked in the direction Cheng Qiaozhi had left, and just then a group of people walked over.

From afar, Jiang Nanxi saw an elderly man with black and white hair, wearing a suit and walking at the front of the crowd.

Behind the old man were many mercenaries and feng shui masters, including the one who had set up the ice spring array underground.

One of the mercenaries was carrying a bloodstained burlap sack covered with yellow talismans, and a long, black, tangled tail protruded from the sack's opening.

The tail thrashed about nervously.

"Bah————"

A faint chirping sound could still be heard coming from inside the burlap sack.

"Clan leader."

As Cheng Qiaozhi walked over, he laughed loudly, saying, "Hahaha, we've caught that troublemaking 'Fool'!"

Bang.

The mercenary threw the burlap sack on the ground.

Cheng Qiaozhi had someone open the burlap sack, pointed to the thing on the ground and said, "This is the thing that stole children and ate people among the Saba tribe. Daogong Lao happened to encounter it on his way here, and after hearing about the story of the Daojiao Xian, he immediately led his men to catch it!"

The mercenary opened the burlap sack, revealing the lizard curled up inside.

This thing was covered in messy, dirty, smelly black fur, like a monkey, but it only had one leg and one arm.

Now his whole body was curled up, and he was whimpering.

Standing on the altar, Jiang Nanxi realized that this thing was the "Stealing Spirit" that had taken away the child.

This thing is now covered in blood, clearly seriously injured, and is tightly bound by a rope soaked in black dog blood, so it can no longer escape unpredictably.

The Saba people were surprised that someone could catch the "Inverted Foot Spirit," and they all gathered around to watch the spectacle, discussing what to do with it.

"This thing has done so much evil, killing many of our people. It should be burned!"

"Yes, it must be burned to death, otherwise it will continue to steal and eat children! Several children have already gone missing!"

"Quickly, build a fire and burn it!"

However, despite the excitement, no one dared to get too close to the "foot-reversing spirit," fearing they might be tainted by something bad.

Someone turned around and went to prepare a fire.

Jiang Nanxi stared at the "inverted immortal" curled up on the ground, and the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong, and she felt that things were not so simple.

In particular, Liu Qingyan has not returned yet.

Liu Qingyan went to chase after the child, and now that the peddler has been caught, why hasn't he returned yet?
And what about the children?

The child still hasn't been found.

Just as she was thinking this, Jiang Nanxi saw a figure hurriedly run up to the altar from below.

Sangjie looked at Jiang Nanxi pleadingly, "Girl, please save my brother! He's not a jinx, he really isn't. He's never harmed anyone, and he hasn't eaten children. Please save him!"

Jiang Nanxi was taken aback. "You mean that's your younger brother? But didn't your brother die a long time ago?"