Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

When Jiang Zhiyi saw Song's father's attitude, he silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

This kind of decadent and pretentious look really makes people want to slap him in the face.

But it's not surprising that he would say that.

In the past, the temple of Yuejian Mountain selected divine servants who were all outstandingly talented.

Even her brother might not be able to get a number, how could Song's father have thought that Song Shutong would be selected.

Although he thought so in his heart, Jiang Zhiyi still put on a respectful expression.

He lowered his head and said, "My daughter knows."

Jiang Zhiyi saw him raising his cup to drink tea again, so he sat back in his chair.

But just as he reached the edge of the chair, Song's father spoke again, and Jiang Zhiyi had no choice but to stand up again.

"The Zhang family's kid will be here soon, don't lose face."

It has been a long time since I have been a subordinate in this world with heavy feudal ethics and oppression, and I am still a little uncomfortable for a while.

But the situation was stronger than the person, and Jiang Zhiyi could only nod frustratedly.

"My daughter understands."

During the conversation between Jiang Zhiyi and Song's father, Song's mother and her brother remained silent, with solemn looks in their eyes.

Yes, the Song family is about to receive the envoy from the temple. If the date had not been set long ago with the Zhang family, the Song family would never have allowed the boy from the Zhang family to visit on this day.

But Song's father thought that the impact would not be that big. The messenger came at noon, and the boy from the Zhang family should have arrived at the latest at 9 o'clock.

It was now noon, which should have been time for breakfast, but in order to show their respect for the envoy, the Song family sat here and waited.

Time passed slowly in the boring wait. As the time got closer to noon, Song's father and mother both looked gloomy.

What's wrong with that kid from the Zhang family? He is so ignorant of etiquette.

Maybe he didn't have a daughter of the right age at home, so he thought of waiting for the messenger's ceremony to appear before visiting and taking advantage of the cleansing of the golden lotus' holy light.

The more people bathed in the light, the weaker the effect. That's why there were only these few people in the main hall.

It seems that the boy might not be a good person.

Jiang Zhiyi felt the increasingly stagnant atmosphere in the main hall and touched his hungry stomach.

She could guess why Song's father was so angry, but she wanted to clear the name of that scumbag named Zhang.

He didn't think so much and went out early in the morning.

It was just that I was dazzled by the wild flowers halfway through the journey and missed the deadline.

As soon as noon arrived, the bells belonging to the temple rang.

When the bell rings, everyone who hears it must remain solemn, and people on the street must move to the sides of the road.

Never look up to find the place where the bell sounded.

The clear ringing sound was ethereal and cold, like ripples on the water, spreading out layer by layer.

No matter what the person who hears the ringing tone is doing, his mind will become clear in an instant.

Jiang Zhiyi imitated what the original owner remembered and knelt down with the people in the Song Mansion.

The messenger from the Holy Mountain did not come in person, so he only needed to bend his knees and half-kneel.

Put the tips of ten fingers together, lightly touch the center of eyebrows with the middle finger, and look serious, not laughing.

For those who are not selected, the messenger will not enter the door, but will just walk through the door and perform a spell to return the name card.

As for the reason why the Song family didn't wait at the door, it was surprisingly straightforward.

In the eyes of the people in the holy mountain, the people below the mountain are filthy and dirty, so why would they be willing to have contact with them?

Therefore, the most correct approach is to sit quietly in the main hall and wait.

But if someone from your family is chosen, the messenger will humble himself and step into the main hall.

At this time, a golden lotus flower bloomed in the main hall of every house in Yuejian City that was not selected.

As the golden filaments climbed up into the air, the golden flower buds began to bloom in mid-air.

The golden light shines on people's bodies, bringing a faint warmth and making people feel refreshed.

The main hall is painted in golden yellow, but it does not appear frivolous at all. Instead, it is full of holiness and dignity.

Under the pious gaze, the lotus slowly bloomed with bursts of fragrance, and the name card of the woman who was not selected was among them.

At this time, there were no strange phenomena in the Song Mansion.

Song's father's face, which had just turned black, was now tinged with fear, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Could something have happened to Tong'er? What should I do?

Jiang Zhiyi's feet began to tremble as he half-squatted, and he felt better only after he forcibly mobilized the thin spiritual power in his body.

Seeing that Father Song glared at him, he blinked and gave him a puzzled look.

When Song's father saw her with such an expression, he almost couldn't breathe.

Listening to the ringing sound, he suppressed his anger, thinking that he would deal with her after the messenger left.

But before Song's father could figure out whether to make the rebellious girl kneel or put her in solitary confinement, the ringing of the bell gradually got closer.

"Ring ring ring..."

The front door was pushed open and everyone in the Song residence knelt down.

Song's father couldn't change the expression on his face. How could it be possible? His daughter was so poorly qualified, how could she be selected?

Jiang Zhiyi didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and instinctively wanted to kneel down with them.

Seeing that her husband and daughter both looked so stupid, a hint of murderous intent flashed across Mrs. Song's cold face.

He quickly used his spiritual power to hit Jiang Zhiyi's head to stop her action.

Yes, she was chosen.

From now on, no one in this world can receive her gift except the Son of God.

Three messengers walked slowly into the main hall, their white robes outlined with sacrificial texts in golden silk threads, their long hair tied up, and their pale faces were as cold as ice.

The messenger in the middle took out a name card that looked like ice crystals, and the sound was like the collision of jades, "Song Shutong, 18 years old, unmarried, the only daughter of Xie Yun and Song Qingshan, is this true?"

Song's father and mother stood up, took a step forward, and said in unison: "Everything is true."

The messenger nodded slightly, stretched out his cold hand and lightly touched Jiang Zhiyi's eyebrows, and a small white flower was imprinted between her eyebrows.

"Half a month later, at 7:00 pm, report from the foot of Yuejian Mountain. There must be no mistakes."

After saying this, he flipped his hand and a golden seal was engraved on the gate of the Song Mansion. After doing this, he turned around and left.

His demeanor was so graceful and clear that Song's father, who had been organizing his words for a long time, had to swallow his words.

The golden seal emitted a faint glow, and even though Song Shutong's talent for cultivation was extremely poor, he could feel that his spiritual power became purer and holier.

There are many benefits to becoming a divine servant, and this is just the appetizer.

Not until the messenger's figure completely disappeared did Song's father find his voice again. The shock in his eyes had not completely disappeared, but he put on the airs of a patriarch again.

"Tong'er, you are very good. Let your mother teach you more these days, so as not to lose face for our Song family."

Jiang Zhiyi pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What about the young master of the Zhang family?"

When Song's father heard Jiang Zhiyi's words, he remembered the incident with the boy from the Zhang family. He was already unhappy with his lateness, let alone now.

"He's just a weak kid. We never made any promises. Why bother with him?"

Jiang Zhiyi pretended to be embarrassed: "But when Master Zhang was injured before, I lent him a handkerchief, but he hasn't returned it to me yet."

Hearing this, before Song's father could say anything, Song's mother smiled coldly and spoke.

"You don't have to worry about such a small matter. As a mother, I will not let that rude boy ruin your future."

Jiang Zhiyi nodded obediently.

The reason why the scumbag of the Zhang family was able to stir up such a storm in his previous life was because the original owner was not on guard.

If she had told her elders at home, such irreversible consequences would not have occurred.

Now that the hidden danger has been eliminated, there is no rush for revenge, and her only task now is to wait.