"Almighty Lord, guide me to come before you to help you escape from the sea of suffering and atone for your sins."
"This world is too scary. Friends don't believe in friends, and relatives don't believe in relatives. But you can believe in me, because I am the son of my Heavenly Father. As long as you believe in me, you will also become the children of the Heavenly Father."
Church door.
Father Wu was holding a cross and preaching to the crowd.
Of course, everyone was more concerned about the eggs, flour, and biscuits placed aside than what he said.
"Father, have you finished telling us when the things will be sent? We have been waiting for a long time."
"Yeah, since the church closed, we no longer have a place to collect eggs. Can you guys do something serious?"
People protested one after another.
"Fa, Fa"
Father Wu was a little embarrassed and ordered to the mayor and the hired help: "Give each person a small bag of flour, ten eggs, and a box of biscuits."
"I'm sending something!"
With a shout, the crowd began to scramble.
"Father Wu."
Zhang Heng came to the front of the church and happened to see Father Wu who was pushed to the side, with a confused look on his face.
"here!"
Zhang Heng waved to Father Wu.
"Your Majesty the Warlord!"
Seeing Zhang Heng, Father Wu was very happy: "Are you here to visit the church's reopening ceremony?"
"Yeah, look how you did it."
Zhang Heng looked at the people snatching the eggs, smiled and said to Father Wu, "Everyone is very enthusiastic."
"Yes, the news was released last night. Before dawn today, hundreds of people gathered outside the church."
"I believe this is a good start. These believers have long been looking forward to the church reopening."
Father Wu was smiling.
"Well, if the church is closed, no one will hand out eggs. Can everyone not look forward to reopening?"
"If you have the ability, try it without handing out eggs and see if you are still welcome."
Zou Zhaoxing exposed the truth without giving face.
Hearing this, Father Wu pretended to be confused: "My Chinese is not very good, I can't understand what you are saying."
"cut!"
Zou Zhaoxing snorted coldly, and then said to Xiaoyue: "Xiaoyue, let's go and get some flour. It doesn't cost money anyway."
Xiaoyue nodded repeatedly and followed Zou Zhaoxing.
After the two of them left, Zhang Heng glanced at the church roof and said, "The cross on the church roof seems to be missing."
"Yeah, I don't know where it went. I looked for it for a long time when I was cleaning the church last night and couldn't find it."
With that said, Father Wu greeted Zhang Heng: "Let's go in and take a look. Although no new furniture has been replaced, the things inside can still be used. It would be nice to give it a scrub."
Zhang Heng followed Father Wu into the church.
The space inside the church is quite large, with many chairs and a portrait of the Virgin hanging on the wall.
Look forward.
At the front there is a podium, a candle stand, a piano, and a statue of Jesus crucified.
Smell again.
The air was filled with the smell of alcohol. It seemed that the church had not only been cleaned, but also disinfected.
“Well done.”
Zhang Heng glanced briefly and asked Father Wu: "Have you checked the church? Did you find anything?"
"Checked."
Father Wu pointed with his finger: "I have checked the first floor, the second floor, the small attic, and the backyard, and found nothing."
Zhang Heng frowned slightly: "Nothing was found?"
"Yes, I have also conducted simple exorcism work in these places, and I have not found any traces of evil spirits."
Father Wu thought for a while: "Maybe the worries before were unnecessary."
Zhang Heng recalled the plot in "The Exorcist" and then asked: "Have you ever gone to the basement to have a look?"
Father Wu was stunned for a moment: "There is no basement in the church!"
"No?"
If Zhang Heng remembered correctly, the zombie was in the basement of the church. How could it not be there?
"Have you looked everywhere?"
"I've searched, and there really isn't a basement."
Father Wu answered simply.
Zhang Heng was full of suspicion. Could it be that the basement was sealed after the incident in the church?
It's not impossible.
Because there were other priests in the church when the incident first occurred, they worked together to seal the zombies in the basement. It was not impossible to seal the entrance with a wall before leaving.
"Father!"
Before the two of them could continue talking, a beautiful girl wearing a low-cut dress with two hemispheres exposed walked in from the door: "My name is Angie. I just came back from France. I am a sincere Catholic. I want to give a gift to the church."
Donate some money.”
“Donate money!”
Father Wu's eyes lit up and he no longer wanted to talk about evil spirits: "Nice to meet you, Miss An Qi. I am the priest of this church. My surname is Wu. I wonder how much money you want to donate?"
"I'm going to donate five thousand oceans."
An Qi had a smile on her face: "My father is Boss An of the Lama Temple in the town. This time I am not only making a personal donation, but also representing the support of the Lama Temple to the church."
"Oh, Miss An Qi, you are indeed a sincere believer. The Lord will definitely bless you."
Father Wu first said a few polite words, and then introduced Zhang Henglai: "You don't know the person next to me, right? Let me introduce you. This is Governor Zhang from Hainan, my good friend, you just came back.
Maybe you don’t quite understand, but Governor Zhang’s status in the military and political circles is equivalent to the French Governor-General in French Guiana!”
"Director Zhang, nice to meet you."
An Qi took two steps forward and wanted to give Zhang Heng a kiss.
"Don't"
Zhang Heng stopped her: "Now that I'm back, don't use France's tricks. Just nod your head, there's no need to be so affectionate."
"Miss Angel."
Father Wu took over the conversation: "Don't underestimate this Governor Zhang. He came back from Nanyang. You must have never been to Nanyang. You should have many topics in common."
Forehead
Zhang Heng pulled Father Wu's sleeve and whispered: "She is here to donate money, not to go on a blind date. Why are you introducing me to her?"
"Have it?"
Father Wu looked puzzled: "This is how we do things."
Zhang Heng had heard before that churches were not only responsible for helping people find jobs, but also for introducing partners, which was more reliable than some marriage agencies.
Looking now, this statement may not be groundless.
Of course, the introduction of the target is just a superficial appearance. The underlying reason is to increase the church's attractiveness and save the country through curves, just like the dancing lady on China Unicom.
"Angel!"
There was a cry of surprise from outside the door.
Zou Zhaoxing ran up with a bag of flour in his arms and said with a white face: "It's really you. I didn't even dare to recognize you just now. Do you still remember me? I'm Ah Xing!"
An Qi subconsciously took a step back, smiled awkwardly and politely, and said, "Sorry, I don't really remember."
"I'm a little Taoist priest!"
Ah Xing quickly put down the flour and started punching in a measured manner: "My master is a Taoist priest who exorcises demons. When I was a child, didn't you all call me the little Taoist priest?"
"Little Taoist priest, I remembered."
Speaking of the name, An Qi no longer remembers it, because she went to France when she was a teenager and has not been back for many years.
But when it comes to nicknames, An Qi still has some impressions.
In my memory, Ah Xing was short and thin. He wore clothes that were a few sizes too big all the time and made them out of the old clothes of the exorcist priest. No one liked to play with him.
"Yes, it's me!"
Zou Zhaoxing was a little at a loss: "You are still as beautiful as you were when you were a child, and you are also dressed in a fashionable style. When I was a child, when we were having wine at the player's house, everyone liked you to play the bride. I was miserable, and I was always riding as the groom's horse."
"puff"
Thinking of what happened when she was a child, An Qi laughed and comforted Ah Xing and said, "That happened when did it happen? If you don't mention it, I would have almost forgotten it."
As he said that, he looked A Xing up and down: "Okay, now I have grown taller and more handsome than before. They are almost the same as two people."
Zou Zhaoxing nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it has changed a lot. You are the only one who has not changed. You are still as beautiful as before."
"Senior brother, who are you talking about good-looking?"
Xiaoyue came in holding biscuits and eggs. At first glance, she was attracted by the white snow under An Qi's low neckline. Then she looked down at her own, hugging the biscuits in her arms tighter, with a look of hostility on her face.
: "Senior brother, who is she?"
"She is An Qi!"
Zou Zhaoxing replied, and then asked An Qi: "Do you remember Xiaoyue? She was the little girl who always played the role of maid for you when we were drinking at our house?"
An Qi looked at Xiaoyue, and the smile on her face became even stronger: "Xiaoyue is so old too!"
Zou Zhaoxing nodded like he was pecking rice: "Yes, time flies so fast, we have all grown up."
After saying that, his eyes involuntarily glanced at An Qi's snow-white face.
An Qi noticed his gaze, her displeasure flashed away, and she had no intention of continuing the conversation: "You guys go ahead and play, I'll go discuss the donation with the priest."
"Yes, say donation."
Father Wu had a look of wealth on his face, and at the same time he did not forget to pull Zhang Heng along: "Original Zhang, let's go to the second floor of the church to chat. It's too messy down there."
"I won't go."
Zhang Heng is really not here for a blind date.
Furthermore, I will go to the second floor later to talk about donations, whether he will donate or not.
It is true that Zhang Heng is rich, and very rich, but not a single cent of his money can be dedicated to God.
"Brother Heng, isn't An Qi beautiful?"
Watching An Qi slowly walking upstairs, Zou Zhaoxing said with a look of obsession.
"Sorry, I'm blind and can't answer your question."
Zhang Heng refused to answer.
"snort!"
Without waiting to ask any more questions, Xiaoyue stepped hard on Ah Xing's foot and walked away angrily.
"Is she crazy?"
Zou Zhaoxing looked disgusted.
Zhang Heng looked at him, then at Xiaoyue who was running away, and asked: "What do you want to do in the future, get married and have children, become a Taoist in the Fire Residence, or devote yourself to Taoism?"
"this"
Zou Zhaoxing shrugged: "Let's see again?"
"Look again?"
"yes"
Zou Zhaoxing said with a look of fascination: "When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a groom to An Qi. But after I woke up from the dream, I could only be the groom's horse, otherwise they wouldn't take me to play with them. As for the future."
After thinking about it, he sighed: "If I can marry An Qi as my wife, what kind of Taoist priest would I be? If I can't marry An Qi, what's the point of marrying someone else?"
Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.
Isn’t this big fool, a child bride, no, a childhood sweetheart, a junior sister?
I still want to marry An Qi.
An Qi's few words have disturbed your heart. Can you resist marrying this thing?
As the saying goes: wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines, and color is a steel knife that scrapes bones.
What if one day you go out with your front foot, and she pushes the window with your back foot, and bang, the pole hits a passerby.
When the time comes, just wait and drink the medicine while humming on the bed: "I'm not dead yet, and you can't wait to bring me home. How can I break up with you when my junior sister Xiaoyue comes back?"
Ignore him, wave his sleeves and walk away.
After half a ring.
The sound of tap dancing came from outside the house, and I was so angry that I died.