Although it was just empty words, Father Solje still thanked him: "Thank you, Mr. Fang, for your kindness. Just give us a normal life."
"Just now that you are here, can we talk about our missionary matters in Dajing? If possible, I hope that Dajing can help us build a church in the capital to facilitate our missionary work. Of course, you will not let your money go in vain, etc. When we have the ability to make money, we will also help the people, and we will also pray for the people of Dajing."
Tsk tsk tsk, foreign monks are still monks after all, their routines are very different... I thought of everything to preach, but I didn't want to pay back the money to build a house.
Fang Zhengyi said with a half-smile, "Father, this issue is quite complicated. Why don't we go in and sit down and talk about it? I'm a little tired here. How about we talk over some tea?"
Father Soljie said hurriedly: "Wait a moment, I will call the others out and talk to Mr. Fang in detail."
After that, the priest ran into the house, blasted out a large number of unshaven and dazed foreigners, and then led Fang Zhengyi into the house.
Fang Zheng's eyes twitched when he saw this scene. It looked like he had gone too far.
The house was a bit small, and with so many people living there for two months, it almost turned into a refugee camp!
However, the priest is indeed capable of self-cultivation. If it were him, he would have rebelled in a week!
As soon as he entered the hall, Fang Zhengyi's expression immediately changed and he quickly retreated.
A big smell of rancidity and the strong body odor of foreigners came over the room overwhelmingly, and it almost didn't hit him.
It's not better than an aqua toilet!
However, Father Solje still didn't notice anything unusual. He looked back at Fang Zhengyi and asked, "Master Fang, please come in?"
As soon as Fang Zheng stopped at the door, he vaguely seemed to see a dark green gas pouring out of the room...
His expression changed again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and bravely stepped in.
Even though his adaptability was extremely strong, it still took him three minutes to recover.
Just then, the priest poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him. He asked with hope in his eyes: "Can Mr. Fang talk about it now? Do you dare to ask the emperor of your country if he knows about our mission?"
Fang Zheng glanced at the teacup with disgust.
I don’t know how many foreigners have used this thing, and I felt uncomfortable, so I didn’t pick it up.
He replied: "I have asked you about your missionary matters. To be honest, it is really difficult to handle."
"I said it well before, why is it so difficult to handle?" Solje suddenly became anxious.
After waiting for two months, just waiting to come back?
"What I said before is that it can be done in principle. You have to understand this." Fang Zheng stretched out his finger and knocked on the table, then said: "Listen to me first, you are Feika people, we Dajing and Feika are in harmony with each other." There are some conflicts in the Holy See, and based on this alone, it will be difficult for you to preach."
"This is definitely not a problem! Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. As long as we can preach in Dajing, we can make peace with all the conflicts between Dajing, Feka and the Holy See. Please be assured." Father Solje patted his chest. ensure.
Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow: "If you can really solve this problem, then the follow-up matters will be much easier. After all, I, Da Jing, have always hoped to have friendly exchanges with the outside world."
Father Sorje smiled and nodded.
"But... even if this problem can be solved, preaching is not that simple. Father, you have to know that we have a local sect in Dajing, and the court's attitude is neither support nor opposition. I would like to ask what advantages your sect has. Is it tenable? If you can convince me, you can definitely convince the court, but if you can't even convince me, then I don't think you need to continue to spend so much time in Dajing." Fang Zheng changed the subject.
Just convince you? That's easy to handle.
Father Solje calmly said: "Then let me tell Mr. Fang that the Taifu Sect has a long history, which can be traced back to the creation of the world. Since..."
"Wait a minute." Fang Zheng raised his hand and said with a smile, "I think you don't need to talk about this part. Various civilizations in the world have their own creation stories, which are really not worth mentioning."
"Is there a great scene?" Father Solje was stunned for a moment.
"Of course there is, let's just say that Pangu created the world..." Fang Zheng explained in detail.
There are no great scenes in these legends, but it does not prevent him from telling them to foreigners. The cultures all look similar, and there is no sense of incompatibility at all.
However, Solje disagreed after hearing this and said bluntly: "This is just a made-up story. As the God of Creation, how can he die?"
Fang Zhengyi sneered and said: "This is my culture in Dajing. Although the body dies, the spirit lives on forever. This is called sacrificing one's body to become the Taoist. This is how future generations will continue, so there is no need for an omniscient and omnipotent God above our heads."
"In addition, I also know a lot about the creation gods of other overseas countries. I think my father visited a place called Tianzhu when he traveled overseas in his early years. The myth of Tianzhu is very colorful, and the gods there sang and danced. Just destroying and rebuilding the universe, the gods would like to poke a hole in the sky when they get up in the morning. So, do you think your myth is still attractive in front of me?"
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