At noon the next day after they arrived in Beijing, Mr. Cat went to find Tang Wenwu alone, while Wang Xu fell into a very subtle state again, which was the legendary "idleness".
He wanted to go for a walk on the street, but unfortunately his image was too eye-catching, so he had to give up. He also thought about going back to his room to sleep, but he only got up at noon... With no choice but to be bored, Wang Xu
I wanted to ask Father Thomas if there was anything I could help him with.
Half an hour after he made this decision and implemented it, he deeply felt two words - regret.
The mess in this church is really shocking. The attic has not been cleaned for a long time, the leaks on the roof have been there for a long time, the paint on the wall over there has fallen off for a long time, and the chairs here have been broken for a long time.
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Please note that the word "a long time" is at least measured in years.
At the end of the day, Wang Xu basically did the work of the entire decoration team by himself, and it was for free. He looked at the old priests whose legs and feet were already a little inconvenient, and then looked at the frail nuns. They all
He cast an extremely pure and ardent look, full of gratitude and admiration. It was this kind of squinting look that urged Wang Xu to continue to dedicate his young labor force.
In the evening, Mr. Cat came back. When he and the foreigners in the church gathered around the dining table to pray for the dinner God had given them, Wang Xu didn't have a piece of bread in his mouth because he was squatting on the roof at this time.
He was holding a few nails in his mouth and waving his hammer with his swollen thumb.
Until the sun completely set, Wang Xu finally returned to the church. He slumped down on the seat in the first row, looking at the tall statue in front of him, gasping and saying: "Brother Jesus, the decoration of your home is really too big."
It’s bad, please show your spirit and drop some professional repairmen from the sky to help our brothers.”
Father Charlie came from the side at this time, and he said to Wang Xu: "My son, on behalf of your merciful Heavenly Father, I thank you for everything you have done today."
Wang Xu smiled bitterly: "Haha... It doesn't matter. This little thing won't alarm his old man."
Father Charlie smiled and said: "He will remember every good thing you do, child, the Lord is omnipresent."
"Ha...haha, that's...that's..."
Father Charlie left very kindly. Before leaving, he did not forget to leave a message: "By the way, you can do the remaining work tomorrow. It is too late today and you also need to rest."
Wang Xu's smile froze on his face, and he cursed in his heart: "Fuck! According to what you mean, why should I be working on a starry night?"
After the priest floated by gracefully, Wang Xu once again looked up at his brother Jesus and said, "Lord, can you tell me if there is any way to escape tomorrow's labor?"
Before he finished speaking, a large piece of the ceiling above his head fell down. I don't know whether this old building fell apart due to Wang Xu's amateur knocking, or whether the "merciful" Heavenly Father was really merciful.
, In short, Wang Xu was hit hard by this sudden blow. Basically, he used this as a reason. If he lay in bed tomorrow, oh no, within half a month, no one would say that he was lazy.
In the silent church, under a pile of rubble, a man stretched out an arm and raised his middle finger to the cross not far away...
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Three days later, it was Sunday, that is, "Sunday". Wang Xu's "injury" was miraculously healed on this day (actually because he had rested enough).
Because many believers would come to worship today and listen to the priest's sermon, Wang Xu wanted to come out and see if he had anything in common with this group of fake foreign devils in the eyes of others.
Unfortunately, he only saw a group of yawning hooligans...
Some people fell asleep or even snored while the priest was speaking. The poor priest could only make the sign of the cross with his hand and say: "Lord, forgive him."
Wang Xu shook his head and sighed, and a picture appeared in his mind: a bald old monk in a certain temple looked at a disciple who was dozing, and then sighed in a very compassionate tone: Amitabha, and then used the dragon claw hand
, Yiyang Finger, Chrysanthemum Can and other magical skills, beat his apprentice into a human shape, and finally returned to the appearance of a kind and eminent monk, and slowly said those words: Disciple, this is also a well-intentioned teacher...
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Pushing the weird thoughts out of his mind, Wang Xu walked towards the guy who was snoring loudly, and patted his shoulder gently. The guy didn't wake up... Wang Xu shook him twice more, but he still didn't wake up.
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"Pah! Pah!" Two loud slaps sounded, and the guy fell to the ground. Two and a half seconds after Wang Xu slapped him in the face for the first time, he briefly woke up, and it was only Wang Xu's second slap in the face.
Immediately afterwards, he lost consciousness again...
Wang Xu carried the guy on his shoulders and threw him out of the church. Father Charlie was stunned on the spot. His brain was short-circuited and he didn't know how to react...
Wang Xu walked back in a swaggering manner and said three words in Mandarin with a clear accent and a Beijing flavor: "Who else?!"
The sermon went very smoothly in the end. The "devout" believers stared with their eyes as big as bull's eyes and did not dare to miss a word of what the priest said. After the priest's speech, they were all very organized.
Preface, and quietly, quickly left the church...
Wang Xu walked up to Father Charlie: "Okay, Father, I think I understand your excitement when we first met. It seems that you really need a few capable assistants like me to help you 'promote'
Let’s talk about the doctrine.”
Father Charlie sighed: "Hey...my child, you shouldn't treat them like this. You know, as long as a person sincerely repents, even if it is the moment before he falls into hell, the merciful God will accept them.
We must learn to be tolerant..."
Wang Xu smiled and said: "I will try my best to improve, Father... So now, let us speak frankly. My first question is, are these all the great Puritans in the church?"
Father Charlie said: "Actually, there are more. I think they must be unable to attend the service because of something else."
"What? Is there something wrong? What else can happen to a local ruffian? Just lie in the brothel and die from exhaustion?" Wang Xu asked in return.
"Shut up and come here!" Mr. Cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Wang Xu by the back of the collar and pulled her out. While dragging Wang Xu, he turned back to Father Charlie and said, "Father, let me come.
Teach this ignorant guy a lesson and you won't have to worry about it."
When there was no one around, Mr. Cat let go of Wang Xu and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I just want the good old guys to learn to be tougher."
"You idiot..." Mr. Cat put a hand on his face, as if he was very embarrassed.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Are you a college student majoring in history? More than 90% of Western believers in the Qing Dynasty were the kind of people you see today. Don't you know?"
"Ah?" Judging from Wang Xu's mouth shape that could swallow an egg, his blank eyes, and his silly tone, he really didn't know...
"Ignorant... Do you know about extraterritoriality? Not only are the Western clergy of the church not under the jurisdiction of the Qing government, but Chinese believers in general can also obtain asylum from the church. So those church members do not believe in God at all, they just think that joining the church will bring foreigners
With support, you can run rampant in the countryside, bully men and dominate women, and even refuse to kneel before an official."
"Will the church just ignore these guys with impure motives?" Wang Xu asked.
Mr. Cat sneered: "What's the matter? Who do you want to take care of? You see, the priests here can only endure the roof leaking, how can they care? These people who came to listen to the sermon today at least know how to go through the formalities, you didn't see
There are still many things that have happened. The unscrupulous believers in Shandong are basically in a state of lawlessness. The local government does not dare to have grudges with foreigners and allows them to prey on the people, which directly led to the Boxer Rebellion ten years later."
Wang Xu nodded and said: "Oh, I know that one, they are a group of guys who are invulnerable and can be possessed by gods..."
"Don't change the topic. In short, this matter is beyond your control. If you encounter a situation that is really unacceptable, you can intervene, but you must not change the general direction of history. All we have to do now is wait.
Tang Wenwu has made all preparations, and we can go back. If you have time to meddle in such nosy matters, why not think carefully about how our battle with Wuhun will end."
Wang Xu said: "Then I will try to keep a low profile..."
Mr. Cat snorted coldly and walked away. In fact, he didn't believe in the so-called "low-key" at all. He just knew that it was useless to talk about it. Let's see what else this kid can do...
