Father John's invitation was a strange one, because the number in the time column was five o'clock in the morning. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, it was not yet dawn, and it was pitch black.

The community church is in one of the more remote neighborhoods of Sydney, with shadowy street lights on the road in front of the door.

In the night, a car with its high and low beams approached and stopped on the side of the road.

Riding out of the car were priests from various community churches, dressed in black robes, and of course there were some devout people living in the surrounding area.

"John, he's crazy to let us come at this point in time."

"Is this the new church?"

"Oh, God."

"Not even the most iconic minaret in the church has been built, it's so ugly!"

......

The crowd gathered in front of the building, taking advantage of the light to look at the ordinary, ordinary square box building behind them, their brows furrowed, and their mouths kept reprimanding.

Another car stopped, and I saw Father Daniel of St. Mary's Church, the highest-ranking church in Sydney City and the whole of Australia, walking down, followed by another middle-aged man, who had an amiable temperament, but seemed to exude a sense of majesty unnaturally.

The priests and the faithful rushed forward and shouted respectfully:

"Bishop Arthur!"

Bishop Arthur spoke cordially with the crowd.

His gaze swept over the crowd to the humble church that stood quietly in the darkness not far away, his expression unfazed but his brow furrowed slightly.

"Look, John is here!"

Inside the church, John walked out quickly with a kerosene lamp in his hand, and someone found it chanting.

Everyone's eyes were on John, his eyes were complicated but often showing the appearance of watching a good show.

John walked through the crowd, stood before Bishop Arthur, bowed respectfully, and exclaimed:

"Bishop Arthur."

In the face of John's liturgy, Bishop Arthur did not show the same gentleness as he had shown to many priests and believers before him.

His face was calm and even cold, and he only nodded lightly.

Next to the bishop was Father Daniel, who had a ruddy face and a very rich face, and he smiled when he saw this, Bishop Arthur was a very kind bishop, and it was very rare to respond with such a performance, at least it meant that anger and dissatisfaction had been born in his heart.

The rest of the priests and believers were also watching, and for a moment John looked particularly embarrassed.

At that moment, a number of cars drove not far away, and the light from the cars sprinkled on John's face, faintly reflecting the paleness of his face.

Silence stood up straight, squinting at the oncoming car.

The convoy was very luxurious, and after it stopped, a man and woman with a very extraordinary temperament came out, they seemed to meet and walk on the road, and after getting out of the car, they first exchanged their heads before walking towards the crowd.

"Good morning, Bishop Arthur."

"This is Father John, please forgive me for not being invited."

There is Marcel. Master Neresky greeted everyone.

The team that came later was Adrian, Masayuki Kurokawa, and Kelly. Neresky trio and masters of various genres.

After greeting the priests, the six masters immediately looked at the building behind them.

Among the masters, Marcel. Neresky and Martin. The two masters of Klaisson even had some apprehension in their hearts.

Kelly. The same is true of Neresky's three young sons.

In the dim light, the church became more and more invisible, and the masters carefully considered it over and over again before finally relieving their minds, secretly saying that this should be just an ordinary plan that could not be more ordinary.

The two masters of the classical genre shook their heads and said in their hearts, "What's wrong with me..."

"Do I subconsciously think that Bai Jue Tong will have another amazing work among the churches in this community, and that Bai Jue Tong will once again break the monopoly of the classical genre in the church field?"

"God, how could I be afraid of such a young man?"

"How can a world-class building be born so easily and come so easily?!"

They relaxed, and a smile finally appeared on their tense faces.

On the other side, Kelly. Neresky also let out a long breath, she was really frightened by Bai Juetong.

"Fair-faced concrete?"

Adrian. Smith was sensitively aware of the church's use of materials, and whispered.

His path is the brutalism that Bai Jue Tong called it, taking the expression of heaviness, roughness, and rudeness related to the performance and texture of concrete as the standard of architectural beauty, and maintaining the natural color of building materials.

He vaguely felt that this church was ordinary and extraordinary, but when he looked closely, he felt that it was really ordinary.

Press the doubt and wait in silence.

Masayuki Kurokawa, the noble son of the island country, should be the most visible among everyone at present, including masters and priests.

He didn't find the building ugly and ordinary, as others did, and he seemed to see a familiar aesthetic in the church.

Extremely abstract and concise, standing there, it seems to reveal the beauty of silence.

"It's like..."

Masayuki Kurokawa thought to himself and said to himself, "It's like having the same atmosphere as the dry landscape garden in the island country." ”

Soon, two dazzling headlights pierced through the intersection, and three off-road vehicles roared towards them.

When the car stopped, Bai Hengtong jumped out of the car and helped the two girls to get off.

I saw him yawn loudly, looked at everyone from afar, and then grinned brightly.

"I'm sorry guys, we're late."

"I really haven't slept well lately, and I almost didn't get up."

Jue Tong explained.

His unreliable performance made many priests suddenly realize that such a designer and the madman John could not have made such a strange 'church'.

But I heard that this Oriental also snatched the competition of Sydney Design Institute?

Oh, my God!

That's incredible.

When the three proud sons of the heavens saw Jue Tong like this, they looked at each other tacitly, and they were a little speechless.

They were really fed up with Bai Juetong's appearance of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and they even ate them several times in a row!

Father John walked out and bowed gratefully to Bai Juetong, whispered a few more words, and then said loudly with a serious face to all the priests, believers and masters who had arrived:

"Now let me lead you into the church."

John was headed with a kerosene lamp in his hand, followed by dozens of people.

Stepping in front of the building, the already dim lights dimmed even more.

A separate concrete wall forms a narrow corridor with the church, and the strength of the long path seems to be getting darker and darker, and it can choose people to eat.

"What the hell is this place?"

"Oh my God, this leads to hell."

"I absolutely don't believe this is a church, you must be teasing me."

"Tell me, it's not April Fool's Day!"

......

Someone whispered a complaint.

Everyone entered the building, which was only a little more than 100 square meters, and the solid and hard fair-faced concrete formed an absolute enclosure, creating a darker space.

As soon as they entered, everyone instantly felt cut off from the outside world.

Boredom and depression loom over my heart...