[Repeat the previous chapter, free compensation for this chapter]

Tingen is likely to experience heavy rainfall in the coming week...

Holding the newspaper in his hand, Zhou Mingrui fell into deep thought. Does divination depend entirely on the weather forecast, or does the divination predict the weather?!

Two different answers determine the authenticity of the diviner and the authenticity of her prediction result, the Fool.

While he was deep in thought, just when the fortune teller was about to speak, the cloth door of the tent was suddenly opened, and strong sunlight shone in, so harsh that Zhou Mingrui, who had his back turned, instinctively squinted his eyes.

"Why are you pretending to be me again! It's my job to tell people divination!" A female voice growled angrily, "Go back! You have to remember, you are just an animal trainer!"

Okay, no need to think about whether the fortune teller in front of you is real or fake, someone has already given the answer.

The real fortune teller walked in, a woman wearing the same pointed hat, black skirt, and red and butter paint, but she was taller and thinner.

Ask Zhou Mingrui if he needs a servant.

"Is it free?" The evil god, who only had three copper pennies on him, asked nervously.

The fortune teller smiled and said: "No."

"Forget it." The evil god who only had three copper pennies on his body firmly refused.

The real fortune teller nodded, then looked at Luo Feng: "Sir, do you need fortune telling?"

Luo Feng laughed and said: "You are just low-grade divination, not high-grade divination."

The real fortune teller immediately became angry, you are here to destroy my job. His eyes showed a bit of coldness and provocation: "Haha, you also know fortune telling?"

"Of course." Luo Feng smiled slightly and said, "The so-called inferior divination is just an interpreter. Everyone has their own destiny. They cannot interfere, they can only interpret."

"Excellent divination can intervene and predict. You can break the shackles of fate with your own hands, divine the future you desire, and realize it."

Haha, the real fortune teller laughed coldly. She had never heard of superior fortune telling in so many years of practice: "I want to see what the so-called superior fortune telling is!"

Luo Feng shook his head and said: "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring the advanced divination method with me, but I can tell you that the real divination method is on the vast western continent across from the Sea of ​​Mist."

"It takes someone with perseverance and luck to get it back."

"Mr. Zhou, who do you think this person is?"

Zhou Mingrui, who felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar, twitched the corner of his mouth and replied subconsciously: "I think... wait, he called me Zhou!"

"My current name is Klein, Klein Moretti!"

In an instant, Zhou Mingrui's pupils dilated infinitely, showing three parts excitement, two parts fear, one part uneasiness, and four parts desire.

Even if there is a drama about Yuan Shoucheng and the Dragon King of Jinghe, even if it is a parody plot about drawing cards to discuss wise men, even if there are theories about Mahayana and Hinayana, superior and inferior, even if there are all kinds of doubts, they are not as good as the title of a name.

This is the coordinate, this is the anchor point, this is the greeting from home.

A feeling of suffocation came over my heart. I was obviously excited, but it felt like fate was pinching my neck and I didn't dare to shout out.

Desire to gain, but more afraid of losing.

He just wants to go home.

Luo Feng walked out of the tent and left straight away, followed closely by Amanisis. Zhou Mingrui didn't care much and chased after him, shouting loudly: "Wait for me...you guys, who are you?"

The two walked all the way, with Zhou Mingrui chasing them, and finally came to a white square surrounded by benches for pedestrians to rest. At the end of the square there was a church with a steeple, the whole was black, and the facade was high and mottled.

The bell tower, which stands on a huge central buttress between red and blue lattice windows, is inserted into the sky.

At this point, the figure has completely disappeared.

Only the splashing water in the fountain brings the laughter of children and the guidance and gentleness of parents beside them.

Zhou Mingrui sat on the bench in despair, lingered for a long time, and finally chose to walk into the church.

Perhaps, he needs a little enlightenment.

Pious night believers walked along the aisle one after another towards the 'Prayer Hall', which symbolizes salvation and grace. Stepping here feels like an inexplicable pilgrimage, and Zhou Mingrui is no exception.

Along the way, narrow high windows inlaid with blue and red fine patterns let in wisps of colored light, blue almost black and red like the moon, making the surroundings extremely dark.

But behind the arched altar, on the wall facing the main door, there are dozens or twenty fist-sized round holes that penetrate to the outside, allowing the brilliant, pure rays of the sun to shine in, condensed and bright.

Black and white complement each other, and night and light overlap. The contradictions at the same time highlight a sense of sacredness and purity. Even the most ferocious person will feel noble when he comes here and lower his head to the goddess of the night.

"When you are in darkness, do you feel light in your heart?"

Zhou Mingrui took a deep breath and murmured in a low voice: "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to look for light."

The fellow believers clicked four points on their chests, nodded in agreement and said, "Emperor Russell wrote countless poems in his life, but this one is the most consistent with the sacredness of black and white."

"Praise the goddess."

...What Emperor Russell said? This senior who is suspected to be a time traveler really has no blind spots at all angles, leaving no opportunity for newcomers to show off... Klein didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

He could only imitate the appearance of a believer and tap four times on his chest to form the shape of a crimson moon.

In the church of the goddess of the night, everyone is a devout believer.

So Zhou Mingrui, a devout believer in the dark night, clasped his hands against his drooped forehead, blended into the crowd, and pretended to pray.

It's just that in this place where there is a suspected true God, pretending to be a believer, I feel a little guilty for no reason.

"The goddess of the night will not punish me if she sees me looking like a fool."

"...Probably not. The Klein family are all believers in the night, so I am also a believer in the night."

"I am Klein, and I am also Zhou Mingrui. I am Klein, and Klein is me... Rounding it all off, everyone is a believer."

Zhou Mingrui recited a few words silently in his mind and seriously hypnotized himself to be Klein, a devout believer of the goddess of the night.

…

The echoes were superimposed and the sounds were heard. Zhou Mingrui, a pretended devout believer, secretly opened his eyes and watched the gentlemen and ladies exiting in an orderly manner. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to blend in and leave together.

Suddenly, a low and gentle voice sounded.

"My child, what's your name?" the preaching bishop asked with a kind face.

Zhou Mingrui lowered his head. He had never read a single teaching, and said sincerely, "I am a devout believer in the goddess, Klein."

The bishop who preached seemed to have expected this. He handed over a small piece of paper and said softly: "They are people who have left home, beaten by wind and rain, and forced by cold."

"The night did not give up on them and gave them favor."

Zhou Mingrui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the goddess discovered his hypocrisy and sent a bishop to punish him.

"Praise the goddess."

Skillfully, he tapped four points on his chest.

Surrounded by seats of believers, the path in the middle leads to the pulpit. The bishop nodded and walked forward without any more words.

Zhou Mingrui also walked briskly across the path and left with the pulpit on his back. As he left the church and entered the square at the last step, he opened the small note.

There are eight large characters written on it in familiar Chinese characters.
Chapter completed!