After having a sumptuous lunch at a nearby Apennine restaurant, Sean and the four of them strolled into Central Park again.
During lunch break, there are few pedestrians here.
Today is a rare sunny day in winter, and the sun shines on the river where there are no waterfowl for the time being.
Sean knew that there was wind blowing, not only because of the whistling sound, but also because of the dry leaves rubbing against the ground and the sunlight that was crushed for a moment on the river.
In the front, Arya Dickinson was holding a bag of popcorn she had just bought from a roadside vendor, squatting among a group of pigeons, spreading her slender hands, and feeding the cooing pigeons.
She turned her head with a happy smile on her face, as if to say: Look Sean, there are so many pigeons!
Sean walked forward with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face that resembled the winter sunshine.
Olivia Fengchime walked beside Sean and turned her head to look at the other side of the river equally leisurely - there was a pair of old people walking supporting each other.
This sight moved her inexplicably.
Winnie 1902 held her husband's arm, and the two walked at the back. The naughty Moonlight seemed to have told a joke, and Winnie laughed so hard that her face turned red...
Two correctional officers wearing black uniforms and polished breasts passed by.
They saw these stylishly dressed and well-behaved gentlemen and ladies, obviously enjoying their leisure time, and nodded slightly: "I wish you all a happy day."
Sean raised his hat in return with some subtle feelings: "Thank you, sir - and I wish you a good day."
After passing by, Sean's smiling expression did not change at all, but in his heart he felt that the scene just now was completely ironic——
These two correctional officers had no idea that a certain corner of Sean's soul was controlling a body named Shawshank Rogers, which was located in a mansion in the middle of a farm a hundred kilometers outside New York City where no one would set foot. , is finishing transcribing the forbidden scriptures of minority beliefs...
While Shawshank placed "The Long Poem of the Night Wind" on the large table, this handwritten book with a black cover and a gold-gilded nightingale silhouette on the black cover was gradually increasing...
These faith classics written in the spirit world are different from ordinary paper books.
The specific special features of Shawshank will be explained to the believers at the first gathering later.
The bright skylight outside the window cannot penetrate the layer of fog outside the spirit world - that layer of fog is like a distorted filter. Even if someone stands outside, they can only see an abandoned wooden house.
Outside the black mansion, it seemed like it was still dark, and the flames dancing in the fireplace illuminated the face of Shawshank Rogers...
There was a satisfied smile on his face——
Although the energy contained in the independent spirit world has almost been exhausted, everything is ready.
At this moment, the founder of the Esoteric Cult in front of the neatly stacked "Night Wind Poem" and the New Testament reporter in the Central Park, surrounded by pigeons, had almost identical smiles on their faces.
——
Time passed quickly, and soon the first missionary night came.
In the day before manipulating Shawshank Rogers' body to go out, Sean was not idle - he had been thinking about the "opening" arrangement.
"There is no doubt that the first batch of believers are very critical." Sean judged.
It is not enough to rely on Shawshank alone to promote it. The first group of people also bear the mission of "word of mouth"...
However, Sean also knew that it would be difficult for him to attract middle-class people who were skeptical or even believed in salvation religion at the beginning...
The higher the class, the more difficult it is to naturalize.
Therefore, Sean finally focused on the "Downtown" which has undergone drastic changes recently.
"In this 'stinking ditch' in the eyes of the rich, there is still a lot of 'gold'." Sean never believed that family background determines everything.
Not only because this place is easier to attract believers in the early days, but also because he believes that everyone has potential.
Therefore, he chose to start in Xiacheng District...
Mr. Shawshank Rogers is now wearing an old black suit. He has restrained his mysterious and oppressive temperament and looks like an ordinary passerby.
The eyes of this ordinary passerby exude friendly light, and you can tell at a glance that he is a gentle gentleman, exuding an approachable temperament...
He saw a limping figure in front of him. Because he was walking too fast, his inconvenient legs made him stumble and accidentally knocked over the box of things he was holding.
However, the man did not complain. He adjusted his cracked glasses, squatted down and started to pick up the things scattered on the floor.
Shawshank stepped forward, knelt down and began to help the man.
Scattered all over the floor were some handmade plastic flowers.
The man looked at the gentleman beside him with some curiosity - such people were rare in the lower city.
Shawshank put the last batch of plastic flowers into the box with dexterous hands and lifted it up.
"Thank you, sir!" With that said, the man wearing glasses wanted to take Shawshank's box.
Mr. Rogers just held the box and did not hand it back.
Then, without bluntly offering to help, he just said with a smile: "Just in time, I need some exercise today - where are these two boxes of things going? I don't mind sharing one box for a while."
The pair of eyes behind the cracked glasses blinked. After seeing the sincerity revealed in those gray eyes, he smiled and accepted the sudden kindness...
After walking together for a while, Shawshank learned that the man's name was Henry Hart, who was originally a worker at Donald's Brewery. He broke his leg due to work and now can only make a living doing simple handicrafts at home.
He still delivers plastic flowers on foot at night... which is enough to illustrate the hardships of his current life.
Henry Hart was quickly attracted by the charisma of Shawshank. He could feel that the gentleman in front of him had deep thoughts and a broad mind...
After receiving Hart's invitation and taking a short rest at his home, unlike other crappy missionaries, Sean did not take the initiative to mention Night Breeze's faith. However, Hart saw it because he was particularly interested in Shawshank. He held a black book in his hand and took the initiative to ask...
"Oh? Is this a book?" Shawshank looked at the book in his hand with cherished eyes, "This book is related to a minority belief - are you a religious person? Can you accept talking about this?"
Henry, who had been living in anxiety, wanted to know what the power was that kept Shawshank calm and happy. He wanted to know everything about it, so he nodded without hesitation.
Therefore, Sean briefly described the beliefs about "Ms. Hershey" and quoted some fragments from the "Long Poem" he wrote.
"Every late night, she listens to the lamentations of the poor and gives him a peaceful and sweet sleep to heal the wounds encountered in the world...
“She is not just a listener, but a benevolent goddess who is determined to protect good people.
"Open your heart to her, and she will definitely protect those who have good intentions..."
Listening to Shawshank reciting those verses in a deep voice, the eyes of Henry Hart, who had suffered a lot, became a little wet: "A beautiful verse...
"Just listening to you reciting, I seem to feel some comfort..."
People living in Xiacheng District seem to have been forgotten by the mainstream. They are not closely monitored by correctional officers.
Therefore, there is not so much resistance and fear when it comes to coming into contact with these beliefs that are not approved by the divine court.
"If possible..." Henry turned to look at his daughter who was doing homework in the room. The light in Jenny Hart's room seemed to have made up her mind, and asked calmly, "Can you tell me about this girl?" More stories from the lady?”
"Of course." After accepting the hot tea that Henry poured into the aluminum cup, Shawshank sat quietly with his hand on the black-covered book, "I just have time tonight, so I'll talk to you about this supreme good man. Madam..."
