The priest's explanation paused, and almost everyone turned around and looked at the young man who pushed open the church door.
Father Albert stepped down from the podium, walked towards Zhou Jinru step by step, and said calmly: "My child, you have brought light."
Several thoughts flashed through Zhou Jinru's mind, and he took off his hat: "I'm here to listen to your teachings. Even if I don't open the door, the light will not disappear."
"Please take a seat."
The priest in a black gown waved gently, and the door of the church closed. He turned and walked back to the podium and continued to explain the scriptures. It was just a small interruption in his work.
Zhou Jinru was sitting alone on the bench in the back row. Father Albert's voice came to his ears, but he had no intention of listening because he saw the priest closing the door. His palm was still four or five meters away from the door. As he waved, The door closed without even a clanging sound.
"There is no response in emotion perception. I can't detect his emotions. Even when I was in St. Martin, I could detect the emotions simulated by Lin Xiaoxi, who is a mechanical body..."
Zhou Jinru came to the Quiet Church for the second time, glanced at the priest, and was wary that this place was definitely not as peaceful as it appeared.
He sat on the bench, bent down, supported his knees with his elbows, clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and made prayer movements. In fact, his emotional perception continued to extend, gradually covering everyone, and he only sensed vague emotions. Source, no exploration.
Emotional perception is a means, a tool, not a cheating device to learn other people's secrets. After Longmen experienced the Rat King's counterattack, he has always maintained restraint and restrained himself.
When the emotional induction came to the confessional of the quiet church, it seemed to have hit a wall and could not continue to penetrate forward no matter what. Zhou Jinru chose to give up after trying twice. He had already got the answer he wanted.
Father Albert's sermon lasted for more than forty minutes. He closed the teachings in his hands and heard the sound of paper clattering. People who listened carefully felt like they were waking up from a dream, and their spirits were soothed, as if they were lying on the grass in a warm afternoon. After a good sleep, the fatigue and accumulated negative emotions dissipated, and I was bathed in the clear sunshine.
"Praise our Lord, and may all creatures live happily and peacefully under His light."
The priest ended with the last sentence, and the dignitaries sitting in the front row stood up one after another, put their belongings in front of the donation box, and then left.
After most of the people have left, some homeless people with nowhere to go are left occupying the corner. They are neither noisy nor moving. In this winter, staying still can save heat, and the quiet church can also provide a certain amount of energy. of asylum.
Zhou Jinru sat upright without getting up. He raised his head and turned his sore neck. Wei Na was not among those who just walked by. Maybe it was because it was morning, or there was still a parade outside the West District. In short, there were no plans for the two to meet for the time being. Can be achieved.
The priest held the teaching book and turned his eyes to the young man who came in last. He walked slowly over and their eyes quickly met.
"Mr. Albert."
In just two years, the priest's temples were covered with white frost. He obviously remembered who Zhou Jinru was and said with a smile: "Son, I can see that you are an upright person. With your help, Mr. Shivaash, his career It’s going to go well.”
"No, Mr. Albert, I was almost killed in a restaurant three days ago. I'm worried."
"Child, don't be afraid. Since you are still alive now, it means that the disaster is far away from you. You are a decisive person and should know what to do. Just do what you want to do. Remember, don't hurt innocent people."
The priest stood up and left. Zhou Jinru looked at his back as he walked out of the church. The other party expressed one idea to him, go find whoever wants to hurt you, but don't hurt innocent people.
Is this the teachings of God on earth, or is it the priest’s own intention?
Zhou Jinru did not leave immediately. He stood up straight and walked towards the podium of the church. He noticed that there were two period weapons enshrined there. On the right was a long sword and on the left was a long gun. When observed with the naked eye, it seemed that the surface of the weapon was covered with metal. There is a layer of gauze, which looks quite blurry.
"What is this, a holy sword and a holy spear?"
Even if the altar has no protective measures, he has no intention of getting close. Touching these things will usually lead to three consequences:
1. Counterfeit goods;
2. If it is accidentally damaged, you will face a heavy fine;
3. Lieutenant Hong accidentally walked away from the demon;
In short, if you can't help it, don't touch it.
If he really gets lucky and touches a magic weapon, Zhou Jinru's first thought will definitely not be that he is the chosen one.
Why is it useless for others to touch, but it becomes a magical weapon in your hand?
Most of them have become the puppet of the big boss without knowing it. How can there be any chosen one...
He retracted his gaze and walked to the confessional on one side. There should be more than one clergy member in the Quiet Church, Father Albert. According to Bill Hat, there was also a gentle nun here.
There was only one chair in the confessional, and there was another room across the partition. I didn’t know if anyone was there.
Zhou Jinru was sitting in the chair, and a gentle voice came from the opposite side: "What do you want to confess?"
I don't know why, but after hearing this voice, Zhou Jinru said subconsciously: "I confess, I have 139 girlfriends, and I may have a 140th lover."
There was an eerie silence on the other side of the partition, probably frightened by his words. Even Ming Yuexin, who had been sitting on his shoulder, couldn't help but beat her with her small fist a few times.
After taking an obvious deep breath, the person on the other end tried to maintain restraint and said calmly: "Is there anyone in your heart that you cannot forget?"
"Maybe, I don't know. I've lost my memory and can't remember anything from the past."
This is the truth. Zhou Jinru couldn't help but say it. He had indeed forgotten what happened before.
"Although your love is broad and you love many people, there will always be one person who remains in your heart, a name that you cannot forget."
Zhou Jinru was sitting here, feeling extremely relaxed and speaking without any scruples. He said casually: "I used to like to read a book of poems, telling the story of a prodigal son who went on adventures. He met beautiful women one after another, including the daughter of a tribal chief, and others. The daughter of an imperial general, there was also a lonely countess, and she even maintained a close relationship with a queen. However, he did not meet the final ending because the author died in a liberation war."
"What is the name of the poetry collection you are talking about? Do you want to be such a person?"
Zhou Jinru said expressionlessly: "The name of the collection of poems is 'Don Juan', and few people have read it. As for whether I want to be that person, I feel a little embarrassed to say it...Okay, I do, Miss Adela, listen." Is that enough?"
