"Hello, I know an artist who has built a brand new ruins. Would you like to be a monk in it?"
"Are you serious?" The monk couldn't believe his ears.
"Of course, this is the Middle Ages with simple folk customs. We are also willing to provide you with food so that you can devote yourself to prayer."
"Oh! Your generosity makes me want to kiss the tips of your toes..."
Chang Hou silently observed the changes in the surrounding environment and listened to the stories happening in the local area. Ada had already entered the temple and started his own worship.
"Have you heard? There are angels haunting our city."
"Oh? Didn't the angel always live in that dilapidated cabin? I chatted with her all night yesterday."
"Are you crazy? You dare to say such disrespectful words, are you possessed by a demon?"
The team was bustling, and Ada was silent as she scanned the displays in the church.
Due to frequent wars, in order to avoid the destruction of the temple, the church has great autonomy. It is like an embassy of other countries: in theory, you have no jurisdiction over that area; therefore, this silver curtain Naturally, churches do not have the characteristics of the city-state to which they belong.
As the most basic church, the Silver Curtain Church has very different specifications. In wealthy areas, it will be more ornate, while in poor areas, it will naturally be more shabby.
The Golden Curtain Church was established by secular power, so some Golden Curtain Churches with weaker national power may not be as well built as the Silver Curtain Church. Furthermore, in wars between countries, if the opposite country does not believe in God, then the Golden Curtain Church will not be as good as the Silver Curtain Church. There will be a risk of being destroyed. In this regard, the communicators cannot use force to fight back. They can only protest and call on the people to curse the other party.
The area where Ada is located has thousands of years of tradition of serving the true God, so even though the area is not wealthy, the silver curtain church is decorated in a decent way, which is comparable to some gold curtain churches.
There are many works of art in the church. No, the church itself is an enduring work of art. Up to the dome, the walls of the left and right spaces, and even the stone slabs under the feet are all carefully carved by artists. Therefore, when all believers enter this church , all have to bathe their feet before entering naked to show sincerity and respect.
Of course Ada would not steal in public.
"Ah! I heard that your family has a new job next. Is that mysterious owner back?"
A middle-aged man who seemed to be a good friend said hello to the coachman.
"Yes, thanks to him remembering my father's service more than 20 years ago, he once again entrusted the restoration of the murals to our family. I have always been ashamed of the failure of the previous disasters. This time Come to the temple to pray and hope to receive God’s blessing.”
"You are so pious, I believe your family will rise again. Has the matter between A Zhuang and your brother affected you?"
"My brother? What did he do again?" The coachman frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and his muscles bulged, looking very angry.
"No, no, no! Hey, this kid fools around every day. I don't have any news about him. I just heard that he made a fortune, but he also forgot about you..."
"This beast! - Well, it's his life too. I hope my father can rest in peace after his death."
Ada shook his head, said no more, took the towel and began to wipe his palms, bowls and chopsticks in preparation for fasting.
In order to save money, he comes every day, so even if he has no fear of God, his family style and the impression he has given people since childhood are that he is a devout believer, but those red tapes are not enough for this coachman. In my heart, it is just the hard work required to obtain the reward of labor.
In order to avoid cheating on food and drink, the fasting meal is very simple, just a plate of pickles, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of dried tofu, without even seasoning. Only truly devout believers can eat the delicious food, because these are the products of the Church of the Holy Blood. In order to avoid being polluted by the secular world, what is grown in the native soil is often simply heated.
The driver ate a very steady diet. He was short in stature, but his years of physical labor gave him a good fighting ability. When he was not talking, his bronze round face seemed a little calm and intimidating.
It stands to reason that even if the family is in decline, they should not be reduced to such a poor situation and suffer from malnutrition. On the contrary, his younger brother looks tall and thin, with a bamboo pole, light steps, and looks like he has some thin skin and tender flesh.
In addition to Puritans, devout believers, and poor people who are too poor to speak, there is also a type of patients present. They are all nobles. They usually eat so well that they suffer from the disease of wealth, so they often come to the church for recuperation.
"Ada, someone asked me at the door just now how many statues of gods we have here. Do you have any impressions?"
"If you are right, there should be 54 of them. The largest one hangs right above the prayer meeting. It is a statue of the god painted with blood by the person who presided over the silver curtain five hundred years ago."
"You are still pious to God, so I gave the wrong answer. I heard that the painting will be rented to the Church of the Holy Blood these days -
"This is really an opportunity to reach the sky in one step. There are only three Holy Blood Cathedrals in total. If you can enter that...
"I can't imagine what it must have been like, it must have been beautiful."
"Yes, it will be beautiful."
The coachman Yi Ru has to agree.
After lunch, they walked into the hall, and Ada was thinking about which painting to steal.
On the other side, in the flying light, the crow priest walked on the ever-extending road and arrived at a completely unfamiliar area. The church that was originally full of tattoos now became white jade, without any trace of carving, only light, flawless The white light seemed to be trapped in this area, starting a continuous cycle.
More and more light is coming here, and now there is another light element here.
"Are you the devil I'm waiting for?"
In the Eternal Temple, the white angel opened a pair of silent eyes. It had six pairs of wings and curiously looked at the young man in front of it.
"Are you an angel? Imprisoned here."
The white halo is constantly flowing, and the brightness is very high, like a milky white waterfall.
It is huge, huge and silent, silent and mysterious, mysterious and childish.
In that light, there was a vague shadow. Under the endless halo, it had no hair, bare limbs, and its torso was covered by a plain cloth. It seemed to have some incredible abilities.
Behind it is a huge silver-white light, hanging behind it, suspended for no reason.
Behind this huge figure in red cloth are countless featureless little white people. They are sitting cross-legged on the ground silently in white cloth, with their spines straight, silently chanting something, and there are no traces on their white and smooth faces. Sadness without joy.
"Welcome to the dojo of the gods, demon."
