Only people with such noble character can feel God's call, ascend to heaven, and become God's servants there.
On the contrary, depravity, suicide, crime, alcoholism, abortion and a series of depraved behaviors, the soul will inevitably be sent to hell."
Although there is no solemn and sacred atmosphere of the church, when Amritat stands on the street and speaks, the people around him will involuntarily stop and listen to Amritat's voice.
Even though his Chinese can be called a loose version of Pinxixi, it does not affect the fascinating sunshine in his voice.
It's obviously winter, but in this part of the capital, a cold wind blows over, making even the person wearing a thick coat still shiver.
But when Anlitat was speaking, people listened to his voice, and it seemed as if most of the thick haze in the sky had dissipated, and the sun was shining on them, and they felt warm all over.
Even a beggar on the roadside became more and more intoxicated after hearing this.
Perhaps this set of missionary rhetoric itself has been endowed with a kind of magical power that makes people obsessed. After being polished and streamlined in the process of missionary work for thousands of years, it has been sublimated into an art.
The art of language.
Of course, not everyone will like this kind of art.
They may even do some small damage.
"Bang!"
A dull cracking sound caused the beggar's attention to shift slightly. He frowned immediately because such a familiar sound made him realize that his job might have been smashed.
But the kind voice of the priest in front of him made him still wondering whether to turn his eyes away and look at his job in reality, or whether to continue to immerse himself in the dream of heaven.
"boom!"
A second sound rang out from the bowl, this time the sound was even duller.
The beggar finally lowered his head and took a look. After all, sweet dreams will eventually wake up, and his job is his last fortune.
"ah!!!"
When the beggar lowered his head and saw the huge silver lump in the bowl, he was stunned.
What kind of gospel, what kind of God, and to hell with the paradise that people long for in their minds.
These two pieces of white money were enough for him to go to the J'uan on the street to smoke Fushou ointment and enjoy the caress of a woman. That was a paradise that was visible and tangible.
"Thank you, uncle! I wish you great blessings, peace and prosperity, many children and grandchildren, prosperous animals at home, Mount Taishan evergreen in front of the door, and the God of Peace behind the door. May you be blessed with good fortune, wealth, longevity, and chess in the Immortal Academy.
, the Queen Mother Fairy peach tree bears..."
In other words, beggars also need professional counterparts.
Even though this beggar doesn't know a word of Chinese characters, he can speak so smoothly after seeing the money. Even if you are asked to say blessings to your elders during the Chinese New Year at home, you may not be able to speak so smoothly.
Regardless of whether the words are disgusting or not, whoever hears this will feel uncomfortable.
At least Xu Tong is very comfortable.
Xu Tong felt comfortable, and the price of his comfort was that a piece of white silver fell on the beggar's broken rice bowl.
The beggar was going crazy.
He has never seen so much money in his life. This money is enough for him to buy a house and land, and then marry a big-ass wife.
No! I want to go to the opium shop first and take a sip of the genuine Fushou ointment. I will never use a pipe to smoke other people’s smoke again.
Thinking of this beggar, he almost wished he had two or three mouths to praise the God of Wealth in front of him.
It's not enough to repeat what I just said three times. In the end, the little bit of survival in my stomach is really gone, so I might as well...
"You are my grandpa, grandpa..."
The dramatic scene interrupted Anritat's speech, and also caused those who were about to follow Anritat's description to enter the kingdom of heaven, and their thoughts were pulled back.
Seeing such a ridiculous scene, everyone couldn't help laughing.
Xu Tong shook his head, with only disappointment in his eyes.
When he dropped the first piece of silver, he used the Life Eye Qimen and saw a slight change in the beggar's fate.
When he dropped the second piece of silver, the beggar's fate seemed to have begun to develop for the better, but there seemed to be some hidden dangers.
When he dropped the third piece of silver, there was only a cloud of smoke above the beggar's head, and a big hand came out of the smoke. There were countless skulls in the palm of the big hand, which was firmly grasping the beggar's head.
The palm full of skeletons seemed to be provocative and laughed lowly at Xu Tong, seeming to be mocking him and trying to change the fate of a beggar.
Seeing this, Xu Tong became a little unhappy and continued to drop a piece of silver in the begging bowl.
But the laughter of those skeletons became more and more harsh.
Xu Tong continued to throw it away, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
One ingot of silver, two ingots of silver, three ingots of silver.
Seeing the white silver falling into the bowl, the beggar's mind was already spinning.
He always dreamed of money falling from the sky, but one day when his dream came true, the beggar suddenly found himself at a loss.
He knelt in front of Xu Tong, kowtowed repeatedly, and even called him grandpa and daddy, and finally... woof woof woof.
The people around him started to laugh, and their eyes gradually became weird, until Xu Tong stopped throwing away money and started throwing away banknotes, one hundred taels at a time.
Everyone's eyes and expressions also followed the amount of silver, changing their emotions rapidly.
From funny to weird.
From weird to shocking.
Then to envy, even jealousy.
But what they didn't know was that the beggar's inner emotions were also changing.
From joy to ecstasy to shock, until now, only fear remains.
It seemed as if every time a banknote fell, it was as if a hand was holding his throat, making him feel inexplicably frightened.
Why are you giving me so much money for no reason?
What do you want me to do?
Still want my life??
But my life is not worth so much money!
Faced with the sudden fear, the beggar suddenly screamed and got up from the ground, stood up and ran away without even taking a grain of silver. As he ran, he shouted: "I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore."
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Xu Tong was stunned for a moment. When he saw the destiny number on the beggar's head, he found that the destiny number had returned to its original appearance. The gray smoke cloud and the skeleton hand seemed to have been torn apart invisibly.
Picking up the silver on the ground again, Xu Tong felt a little confused.
I can change the fate of so many people, why can’t I change the fate of even a beggar???
This kind of confusion even makes people have self-doubt for a while.
It's like Song Zuer ran up to a fat man named Guoshui and said: "I am willing to marry you and give you a big villa."
As a result, he was rejected ruthlessly by Guoshui: "Don't try to trick me into paying off the mortgage with you."
Okay, that's not an appropriate metaphor.
But Xu Tong's current mood is no different from Song Zuer's. In the end, he failed to change the fate of a beggar. This really shocked him and made him fall into a kind of self-doubt.
"My good friend, although I was happy to welcome you, you ruined one of my sermons."
Anlitate stepped forward and said to Xu Tong with a dark face.
Xu Tong spread his hands helplessly: "As you can see, I was trying to practice generosity and dedication, and accidentally interrupted your sermon. This was something I never thought of."
Anlitat curled his lips: "There is no doubt that you have never disappointed God in terms of generosity."
"But there are many ways to be generous, such as donating money to the church. This can make the glory of God shine brighter and illuminate the hearts of more lost lambs."
Giving money to others is kind, but giving money to the church is considered a donation.
"Thank you, Lord Bishop. In fact, this is exactly what I thought, but the premise is that the church needs to be built as soon as possible."
When talking about this topic, Anlitat looked very helpless. If you want to rebuild the church, money alone is not enough, especially in this sensitive period.
Even if you want to recruit a group of craftsmen at a high price, it is very difficult.
After hearing Anlitate's complaint, Xu Tong said that the matter was not difficult and that he could ask the owners of casinos, opium dens, and even J-houses in Foreigner Street to help.
If they are unwilling, revoke their legal rights in the foreign area and drive them out of the foreign area.
"Well, that's a great suggestion."
An Rita nodded, feeling that Master Ma was not as stupid as he had heard in the capital.
"Okay, let's talk about serious things."
Seeing that Xu Tong had finished speaking, his voice changed and he looked at Anritat seriously.
Sensing the serious look on the face of this generous donor father, Anritat couldn't help but become nervous.
"This is China!"
Xu Tong said word by word.
Ann Rita was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"But that demon called Lilith has been pestering me lately. Are you sure that when the church is built, will I really be able to receive protection from distant gods?"
What I mean is, whether the gods or demons you talk about, in our Eastern mythology system, their power... seems a bit weak."
After hearing Xu Tong's words, Anlitat frowned.
If anyone else had said this, he would have summoned Chana without hesitation and smashed the man into a pulp with her metal steam fist.
But unfortunately, the person in front of him is Ma Hongwen, his biggest financial backer father.
So he could only calm down and patiently explain: "I understand your worries, but please believe me, the relationship between gods is not as simple as you think. As long as you meet the opportunity of the gods, the gods will be able to connect with you.
"
Opportunity!
Xu Tong captured these two words very keenly.
"Yes, as I just said, human beings cannot decide their own origins, but they can choose their own ending. Justice, kindness, sacrifice, and even your generosity will be the opportunity for the gods to call you."
Anlitat explained patiently.
Xu Tong thought for a while, as if digesting the information in Anlitate's words, but another picture still appeared in his mind.
Blood and corpses, and the protagonist of the corpse is himself!
