Chapter 146 "Disciple is willing to offer incense money to worship the immortal."

"Ahem..."

Wanwan, who was drinking goat milk, was caught off guard when she heard the storyteller standing on the stage.

[Wow, who spread this rumor! They also said that I can spit fire, but I'm not a fire dragon that can spit fire, I can only spit milk more or less.]

"Ahem..."

Xiao Moqing, who was drinking tea, was also spit after hearing the little milk ball's inner voice.

God can spit milk!

Sister, you are the only one who can talk!

"And then? And then?"

"Tell me quickly!"

"That's right!"

Under the stage of the restaurant, the people who were listening intently saw that the storyteller suddenly stopped, picked up the water bottle beside him and drank water slowly, and they couldn't help but urge him anxiously.

The storyteller on the stage raised his hand, motioning for everyone to be quiet, moistened his throat with a drop of cool water, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and said:

"And then..."

The storyteller picked up the fan and opened his mouth, but stopped the next second and asked: "Hey, where were you just talking about?"

Hearing this, everyone present almost couldn't help but take out their shoes to hit him.

Everyone: "Breathing fire, talking about the fairy called Sister Jennyma who can breathe fire!"

"That Cao Wanjin knew that he was exposed, and was about to send people to kill the miners to silence them."

The storyteller looked as if he had suddenly realized something, "Yes, it is true. Cao Wanjin is a despicable villain! His lies were exposed by the three fairies Jennyma, and the miners all knew the evil things he had done.

He was panicked when he saw this. His true nature was exposed, so he was naturally confused, so he simply made a ruthless decision and silenced them all. As soon as the word "kill" was heard, nearly a hundred guards inside and outside drew their swords at their waists, wanting to kill them to silence them!"

"But Cao Wanjin never expected that the three new people he had kidnapped were actually immortals! At the critical moment, the immortal named Brother Jennyma waved his hand, and the guards felt a sharp palm wind coming towards them, and

then heard--" The storyteller suddenly paused, picked up the chopping board in his hand and slammed it.

"Pah--"

"Hundreds of strong guards holding swords fell to the ground one after another, and they were dead."

"Oh~ So that's it!"

Hearing this, everyone present showed admiration.

"The immortal is indeed an immortal, so powerful that he can kill hundreds of guards with just one move of soul-stealing technique and a flick of his finger."

Wanwan: "..."

[Uh, even my second brother finds it ridiculous]

Xiao Moqing cracked melon seeds while listening with relish to the storyteller talking about the great achievements of their Jennyma trio.

He loves to hear more.

The great tyrant drank tea with a calm expression.

Why hasn't he been mentioned yet? He wants to see how the storyteller will make him look ridiculous.

Everyone: "What else?"

The storyteller: "What else, right after the immortal brother Jennyma made his move, our other immortal called Jennyma Niubi naturally would not sit still and wait for death. He just stretched out his finger and touched the miners present, and miracles happened."

"The blind miners are no longer blind; the lame man with leg problems can run; even... the lady who couldn't get pregnant passed by him and her belly-is pregnant!"

"Ahem--"

The tyrant was furious when he heard this, and he slammed the wine glass in his hand on the table.

"Outrageous--"

"Outrageous!"

Just when the tyrant was about to get angry that the storyteller dared to talk nonsense here, a voice sounded faster than his.

"Is my reputation something that you mortals can discuss?"

A dignified voice came from above everyone's head, and everyone looked up.

Under the light and shadow, a figure in white jumped down from the second floor and landed steadily on the stage.

The man on the stage was wearing a white robe, and a white veil covered most of his face, revealing his thin eyes.

Everyone present stared at the man in a daze, and when they were wondering who this person was, they saw the storyteller on the stage saw the man land beside him.

A look of deep shock flashed across his face, and then the storyteller knelt down with a thud and shouted to the man: "It's...it's Jenny Ma the awesome immortal. Disciple pays homage to Jenny Ma the awesome immortal." Wanwan

: "..."

[Huh?]

Xiao Moqing: "..."

The Tyrant: "..."

Seeing this, everyone in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment:

"

Is he the awesome immortal Jenny Ma?"

"Is this true?"

The storyteller knelt on the ground, and seeing that everyone was slow to react, he became furious and said:

"You are so brave! You don't even kneel down when you see an immortal. Do you want to die?"

The man who claimed to be Jenny Ma the awesome immortal swept everyone present with cold eyes.

Just when everyone present was hesitating whether to kneel down, they heard the immortal speak slowly:

"I don't need believers who don't believe in me to kneel down. You do believe in me. Tell me what wish you want and I can help you realize it."

"I... I..." The storyteller knelt on the ground and looked to the side. The next second, he saw a girl pushing a woman in a wheelchair over.

The storyteller looked at the two of them, his expression changed, he kowtowed to the man again, and said respectfully: "My wife's legs have been paralyzed for many years. I heard that the immortal can heal everything with just a touch of his fingertips. Please ask the immortal to help my wife heal her legs."

The girl who was pushing the wheelchair nearby heard this and knelt down as well. She said to the man: "Please ask the immortal to heal my mother's legs. I am willing to worship the immortal forever."

The man looked at the woman with paralyzed legs and walked up to the woman.

Under the scorching gazes of the crowd, the "immortal" pointed his finger at the paralyzed woman's forehead and said to her, "Stand up and try."

The woman slowly stood up, and then everyone saw that she really stood up from the wheelchair.

"I... I can feel my legs! I stand up! I can stand up!"

The woman strode on the spot with a look of surprise, shouting as she ran, "Hahahahahaha, I stand up! I stand up! I stand up!!!"

Everyone: It's really that magical!

The next second, everyone knelt down and worshiped.

"Immortal, I have been married for many years but have no children. I beg you to give me a child."

"Immortal, I have a broken little finger. I beg you to help me recover." "

Immortal, I have a hidden disease. I beg you to help me show my masculinity."

"Immortal, my face is aging. I beg you to give me eternal youth."

"Immortal..."

...

Now everyone knelt down and called the word "immortal" louder and louder.

The "immortal" looked at the people kneeling on the ground, looked at the storyteller and said:

"I only help my believers. Since you are a believer, you naturally have to offer me incense."

Incense?

Where would anyone carry incense?

Just when everyone didn't know where to find incense, they saw the storyteller took out a few silver ingots and respectfully placed them in front of the immortal.

"Disciple is willing to offer incense money to worship the immortal."

Everyone saw this and realized it instantly, and took out their valuables and offered them.

Wanwan: "..."

Xiao Moqing: "..."

The Tyrant: "..."

[This liar...]