I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

At this moment, there are gradually more and more people on the streets of Xilan, and they are more lively than when they went out on a sunny day in the morning. The shops are open, and horse-drawn carriages and two-wheeled psychic vehicles are shuttled through the streets and alleys.

On a sunny day, I bought a map, several cultivation magazines, and several well-known newspapers in the imperial capital from the newsstand on the side of the road.

Among them, the front page headline of "Lanze Geography Weekly" was a warning.

The general meaning is that adventure travel to the White Mist Forest is not recommended in the near future. The number of people getting lost and dying in safer places outside has increased significantly. The empire has set up roadblocks in its neighboring province of Parmar, sealing off the coastline to the southeast of the forest.

That place is really impressive. Talking about the goblins coming from the forest to the imperial capital, the Chosen Group and the imperial military have recently been very tight on detecting the transformed monsters. Don’t be caught when the time comes.

Thinking that after patting myself on the face on this sunny day, I still have time to care about others, I should think about what to do next.

At this time, a large motorcade passed by on the road. The vehicle was filled with rough sculptures, semi-finished products that had been carved but not polished, and some small items from the temple.

Qingtian observed it carefully, it looked familiar, the goddess statue? Statue of a saint?

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw that one of the cars was overloaded, and the stone statue on it fell over, startling the horse of the car behind it. As a result, a chain reaction eventually led to a large car accident with no casualties. Stone sculptures of all sizes were thrown over. Rolling all over the floor.

On the overloaded carriage, the driver hurriedly jumped out, "Please forgive me of the saint! Everyone, come and help and get the things back to the car!"

Other coachmen and stone carvers hurried down to help.

"Oops, some of them are broken. Will the Chosen Group blame them?"

"No matter what, we'll transport it there first. If it doesn't work, we'll have to make another trip. The small ones will be glued together with ash later..."

"It's really an extra trouble. We don't have enough manpower..."

"Ask the boss to send some people over!"

"Everyone, hurry up. We're waiting over there in the main hall."

Is this the Chosen headquarters being renovated? Qingtian seemed to have heard Kasna say that the Queen went to destroy the Holy Maiden Temple for Lan Zetong some time ago.

Speaking of which, I have to go to the baptism in three days, and I don’t even know what it’s like inside...

Thinking of this, Sunny decided to take the risk and visit the spot.

She put away the newspaper in her hand, went to the dark corner behind the newsstand, wiped some ashes on her face, and wrapped her hair with a hat.

When she went out this morning, she wore the coarse gray cloth she bought last night. She grabbed a handful of soil from the flower bed next to her, patted it and walked out.

The middle-aged stonemason was about to bend down to pick up a stone sculpture not far away, when he saw a child helping him, "Thank you."

Qingtian raised his dirty little face and said, "You're welcome. Uncle, do you need help? I can do odd jobs."

The stonemason took a look and saw that the child was eight or nine years old, which was too young. "You don't have the strength, so you should go home and help your family."

Qingtian frowned and said, "My family is sick and we are going to run out of food. I am very strong, so I just want to have a meal at noon."

The stonemason was a little embarrassed. Although the empire did not have any special standards for employment, the child was really young. When he was hesitating, he saw tears in the child's black eyes, which looked a little pitiful.

Qingtian wiped away her tears and lifted up a large stone next to her with all her strength. "You see, I am born with great strength. I can do anything I can."

The mason was a little surprised. This rough stone was not light, and it would take some effort for an adult to move it.

Seeing the other party's interest, she added: "I can also polish and polish. My family has done this before."

"Okay then, be smart later and do what you are told!" The mason finally relented. They really needed people. It was not impossible for the children to make sundries and other things, just a meal.

Sunny nodded, carrying the stone and joining the team.

The others just smiled and didn't say much. Even in an empire that had long-term peace, there were still many children from poor families who came out to find work at the age of seven or eight. After all, not everyone could afford the high tuition fees.

After clearing the road, everyone got in the car and rushed to the headquarters of the Chosen Group.

The location of the headquarters temple is not far from Hiran Cathedral, separated by two roads. The road in the northern part of the imperial capital is wide, but it is also relatively cold, and there are not many people in the morning.

There is a wide square outside the Chosen Group. On both sides of the square are sculptures of saints from all over the empire, with different shapes and expressions. However, the entire square is currently being repaired and renovated, and many masons and workers are working on it.

Qingtian feels that Lanzeria is quite narcissistic, so she needs to change her skin and create a different image. Just like myself who used to like artistic photos...

She had always had doubts about gods and Buddhas, but now that she had learned about the past entanglements from Lanzemar, she no longer had any respect for the saint.

The convoy drove all the way to the Holy Lady Temple. After passing inspection, everyone had to get a work card before entering.

Directly in front of the Sainte's Hall are three statues of Lanzemar. The one in the middle is the king of a country wearing royal robes. The one on the left is a heroic countess wearing armor and holding a long sword. The one on the right is Wearing ordinary clothes and holding a baby in her arms, she is a kind and loving mother.

It's quite meaningful. What's even more interesting is that the Queen smashed a lot of things in the Holy Maiden Temple, but these three statues were intact. Qing Tian snickered secretly, which was quite sensible.

Soon the masons began to work. On sunny days, they moved and cleaned the stone sculptures, polished various ritual vessels with sandpaper, and polished them with wax paper. After struggling for a long time, they finally had time to rest.

On the pretext of going to the bathroom, she took a rag in her hand, pretended to be a cleaning lady and wiped it before walking to the back hall work area.

This is the joint headquarters of the Divine Chosen Group and the Goddess Cult. The temple’s senior deacons, regional bishops, and elders within the group are all busy with their work.

Qing Tian saw the door number of the reference room and moved to the door while no one was paying attention. There was an old man guarding the door, dozing off on the table.

It's such a leisurely job. On a sunny day, several Ji hid in the data room and hid in the back room.

After checking the information index, she found a control map of the Chosen Group in various areas.

Oh, good stuff, I got storage space.

"A Complete Analysis of the History of the Goddess Religion and the Power of Faith", great, great, received storage space.

"The Divine Chosen Group's Space Psionics Research" and "Theocratic Healing Psionics System and Holy Light Psionics System Grading Standards" are all very good!

I looked at the thick dust on top and put it all away. No one would look at it if I left it here.

After flipping through other information, a roster caught her attention: past candidates for sainthood.

Here are recorded the candidates before the selection of more than ten saints. Their appearance, physical fitness, abilities, characteristics, habits and preferences, and main deeds are all recorded one by one. Their soul strength levels obtained through the divine revelation test at the altar are even marked, and their upper limit of cultivation and lifespan are estimated...

Qingtian's expression changed. This was probably for Lanzeria's skin selection as a reference, but it was a pity for these young and potential girls. The selection of the saint is nothing more than a conspiracy to use the body to transfer the soul.

It is worth noting that there is only one saint in each session, but there are several candidates marked dead in each session on the list...

A chill came over my heart. They were so desperate for immortality!

She really wanted to take away the entire roster, but this one was obviously much cleaner than the books she had taken away...

After thinking about it, she took out a knife from the storage space, carefully selected some of them, cut them out and took them away, but kept most of the others.

After doing this, she suddenly heard some movement outside the window, and someone asked: Did she see an eight or nine-year-old child?