I am a cannon fodder, so what's wrong with grabbing an opportunity?

A teahouse box in the city.

"The evil spirit that harmed the Holy Master has finally been driven out of the city. From now on, the Holy Master can be used by us. You are really amazing, sir."

There was a man who pushed the tray on the table towards the city commander with a beaming look on his face.

The city commander lifted a corner of the red cloth on the tray and put it down again.

He said with a joyful look: "I am also thinking about the people in the city and doing good for Baisheng City."

"Your Excellency's appointment as an official is a blessing to the people of Baisheng City, and it is reasonable that your wishes will come true."

Xie Zhiqiu put on an invisibility talisman, stood outside the city commander's location, and listened to the shocking conspiracy openly.

After the city commander left, another person came into the box.

"The Holy Pavilion is ready. The demon has left. No one can help the Holy Master anymore. We only need to wait for the next natural disaster to come and it will be destroyed."

"Will there still be followers for a holy master who can't protect himself?"

Xie Zhiqiu listened to the shrill laughter coming from the box and thought they were naive.

Do you really think that a small protective formation can keep her out?

Xie Zhiqiu returned to the Holy Pavilion.

Yan Nan still stayed in the room alone. After making sure that she was okay, he went out again.

A few days later, heavy rain fell.

The rain continued for several days without stopping. Many places in the city were flooded, but the Holy Pavilion was the only place that was isolated from the heavy rain.

Xie Zhiqiu was also a little curious about what kind of magic power this Holy Pavilion had that allowed it to stay out of the disaster when the whole city was suffering.

Through the window, Xie Zhiqiu saw the people wading across the water.

Kneeling in front of the Holy Pavilion, the endless sea of ​​people surrounded the Holy Pavilion, praying to the Holy Master to stop the rain.

Listening to their words, Xie Zhiqiu found it a little ridiculous. Why did these people think that such a natural disaster could be controlled by human power?

Xie Zhiqiu stopped looking at them and started to explore around the Holy Pavilion.

She was quite curious about how this holy pavilion had avoided the last fire and this rain.

But in the end, nothing was found, not even the formation or anything like that.

Apart from some furniture, she only found a mask on the statue in this holy pavilion.

The mask is still a bit old.

Xie Zhiqiu went back upstairs wearing a mask. The rain outside still hadn't stopped, and the people kneeling in front of the Holy Pavilion seemed to have fainted.

But no one took them away, they were just left lying in the rain.

Xie Zhiqiu couldn't help but curse: "Stupid."

But I still can't help but think of ways to solve the current problem.

Finally, they decided to put on a mask and dredge the water in the city.

"Saint Master, it's Saint Master."

Someone saw Xie Zhiqiu and started shouting.

Soon after, others also shouted: "It's the Holy Master, it's the Holy Master, we are saved."

The news of the Holy Master's appearance quickly spread to all parties.

"What? Didn't they say the Saint Master was unconscious? Is that person definitely the Saint Master?"

"It should be. Apart from the Saint Master, the demon was also driven out of the city and can't come back. Who in the city can do it?"

"Some people also said that the Holy Master appeared wearing a mask. The mask was passed down by successive Holy Masters, and no one else could get it."

Xie Zhiqiu never expected that the mask she picked up would allow her to successfully command the people in the city to evacuate.

I thought: I don’t know whether it means they are ignorant or loyal to conclude that she is a saint teacher just by looking at a mask.

At the end of the day, the problems of poor drainage in the city were basically solved.

But the rain still showed no sign of stopping, and no matter where she went, people looked at her with fanatical eyes.

No, it should be said looking at the "Holy Master".

The water level dropped a little, and Xie Zhiqiu rushed to the Holy Pavilion.

But she watched as the city commander brought a group of officers and soldiers to surround the Holy Pavilion and got into a dispute with the guards of the Holy Pavilion.

She heard that the city commander actually said that someone was impersonating the Holy Master and was going to impersonate the Holy Master again.

The city commander stood on a high place and spoke to the people kneeling below.

"The Holy Master has always been in the Holy Pavilion. As long as she wants, all the natural disasters facing Baisheng City will be solved. Why would she ever put herself in danger?"

"That person just now was clearly stealing holy objects and pretending to be a holy master."

"As the city commander and a resident of Baisheng City, I am under the protection of the Holy Master and have the obligation to prevent the thieves from harming the Holy Master."

The people below listened to the words of the city commander and stood up one after another.

"The city commander is right. We must protect the Holy Master."

"Protect the Holy Master..."

Seeing the people being incited, the captain of the guard shouted angrily: "How dare you disturb the Holy Master and all the previous Holy Masters like this? Do you dare to bear the wrath of the Holy Master?"

These words made the people below pause for a moment.

But the city commander's words caused chaos again.

"We are here to protect the Holy Master. The Holy Master will not punish us. If anything happens, I will handle it."

In an instant, there was chaos in front of the Holy Pavilion. Officers, soldiers and civilians rushed forward, pushed away the guards of the Holy Pavilion, and tried to break in.

Soon, the people pushed open the door of the Holy Pavilion, and what they saw was the golden sculpture of the pavilion.

"This is... a golden body."

"Golden body, how much is this worth?"

Xie Zhiqiu changed his clothes and walked out of the room wearing a mask.

Looking down from a high place, he looked down at the greedy people below, scraping off the gold powder on their golden bodies.

The brave ones have already climbed up to a high place and pried off a whole piece.

Before, these people prayed in front of the Holy Temple in a messy manner and it didn't look dirty.

Now it looks dirty, ugly and hideous.

The city commander was also a little surprised that the statue of the saint master was actually golden. He tried hard not to be like these ants.

But his motionless steps betrayed his inner feelings.

The person next to the city commander nudged him and reminded him, "City commander, business is more important."

He finally reacted and shouted, "Protect the Holy Master."

"Protect the Holy Master."

But except for the people around him, no one paid any attention to him.

The slogan of "Protect the Holy Master" was drowned out by the noisy battle for gold powder and gold nuggets.

The city commander looked at the people around him and said helplessly, "If they don't listen, there's nothing I can do."

"It's better to wait until they have finished looting before protecting the Holy Master."

Xie Zhiqiu had been paying attention to the city commander, so he naturally did not miss what he said.

A burst of laughter came out, and it came down in the empty sky.

Many people looked up and saw the Holy Master wearing a mask.

"Holy Master."

"Saint Master, please spare my life. Saint Master, please spare my life."

……

Xie Zhiqiu felt that the cries for mercy that came one after another were extremely ironic.

"It doesn't matter."

Hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, they fell into an icy cave.

"Your city commander said that he will protect the Holy Master after you have finished looting."

"Holy Master, please spare us, Holy Master, please spare us." Everyone was begging for mercy desperately.

When the city commander heard Xie Zhiqiu's voice, he wanted to escape.

But it was too late. Amid everyone's cries for mercy, Xie Zhiqiu used his spiritual power to grab him from the crowd and hung him in the air.

The city commander struggled and said, "Demon... Dao..."

He wanted the people below to save him, but no one would save him.

Everyone thinks that if they can sacrifice one person to save themselves, it doesn’t matter who dies.

The city commander couldn't understand why this evil Taoist came back. She knew everything. Was he coming to settle accounts with her?

Suddenly, everyone noticed that water seemed to be dripping from the top of their heads.

All kinds of speculations in my mind.

Could it be that the rain has already reached the Holy Pavilion? Is the Holy Pavilion leaking?