Section 140 Lando, the Pious Man

The carriage stopped in front of the busiest street in Dongmen City. Weiss glanced at the car as he got out of the car - there was no second carriage in sight, but the watcher must have blended in with the bustling crowd around him.

Standing on the street, Lando felt like he was standing in a postmodernist work of art if he hadn't known he had traveled through time.

Modern and medieval, East and West, it's all mixed on top of this bustling street market. The Bauhaus-style red brick building is a pseudo-classical building made of Chinese building materials, an all-wood sorted garbage bin, and a black-clad policeman wearing a hat and leggings and carrying a baton on the street...... It's all strangely mixed together.

Lando resisted the thought of whistling. Their group was taken to the Merchant House by Father Lu Ruohua. Entered a tastefully furnished private room—a bit like the one at a posh Chinese restaurant in Chinatown where Lando had been.

"This is the most haode hotel in the area." Father Lu Ruohua calmly took the hot towel brought by the young girl, wiped his face and hands, and a faint fragrance of *** spread in the private room.

Then a young girl in a light blue tunic dress and a white apron brought a fragrant drink from a fine porcelain teacup—this is Chinese tea.

Father Lu Ruohua skillfully picked up the tea cup, took the tea leaves with the lid of the bowl, and took a sip carefully.

"Come on, please use it."

Brother Cecilis drew a cross: "I want a glass of cold water." ”

John? Dermot looked curiously at the tea leaves in the bowl, he took a sip carefully, frowned, and seemed to be savoring something.

"In a summer like this, drinking a cup of hot tea will only make you feel cool both physically and mentally." Lu Ruohua already has a great addiction to drinking tea. Be kind to his colleagues.

Father Jin Lige frowned, it seemed to him that this priest was too keen on ** enjoyment. A missionary should be content with the simplest of water and bread - a little red wine is the greatest gift. He was now addicted to strange foreign drinks.

Fr. Kim Legak was opposed to all strange foreign drinks, whether Spanish chocolate, Arab coffee or Chinese tea, which he saw as the temptation of the devil.

Lunch, or this lunch, is a sumptuous meal for the group of people who have been enjoying the special meals of the quarantine camp. Weiss found it unbearable to pray for a long meal in front of hot whole-wheat bread.

The chowder soup made with clams, shrimp, various fish and kelp was delicious and delicious – reminiscent of the "Provençal fish soup" he had eaten in France. The large fish steak was cooked just right, served with fresh tomato sauce, and the group of diners were amazed as they ate it. Because it wasn't Lent, I put on a big pot of sausages, and I don't know what oil I fried them in, and I smelled fragrant when I served them.

Weiss took a bite and almost vomited: God knows what animal water and bones were used to break this thing, and it was made by mixing starch and spices after breaking it, probably to hide the smell, and a lot of spices were generously added to it. This taste is simply not for people to eat. But a few of the missionaries ate happily. He put down his knife and fork, pushed the plate aside, and reasoned that eating and drinking was a Christian virtue.

The drink on the table was a fruit made from some kind of sweet, smooth and refreshing with ice cubes. The priests also drank a lot. This is not only because of the mellow taste of the wine, but also because the clergy need it to relieve the fears they have had for the rest of these days.

Everyone was happy with the lunch, including Shlick. As a servant, he could not dine with his masters, but outside the box door, he munched on four or five "fish steak burgers" and followed his master on the way to the congregation with a satisfied smile.

Dean Wu and Priest Bai of the Congregation of the High School came to greet them in front of the church. Behind them were the local monks. The piety of their swarthy faces made Jin Lige very happy.

The enthusiasm of the Australian Church flattered Fr. Kimlika, who was already fed up in the quarantine camp. As soon as he entered the church, he was amazed and amazed. From the glass enclosures on the walls, supported by cast-iron shelves, bright flames illuminate the small inner hall. Even the Florence Cathedral, which is lit with candles on Corpus Christio, is difficult to see.

A group of lovely children in black and white uniforms with crosses on their chests are singing psalms in praise of the Lord at the altar. The melody of violin and harpsichord reverberates in the church. Fr. Kimliko was thrilled and amazed that the music of God's praise was so harmonious and powerful, but there was not a single band, not a single musician in the church. He remembered the amazing jishu of the Australians introduced by Fr. Lu Ruohua: they could put all the instruments into a box made of metal and wood, and play intricate and magnificent music in it. Then the sound of the organ joined in, and the solemn roar filled the church. The sound of the organ grew louder and deeper, turning into a rumbling thunder that overwhelmed all sounds. Then it suddenly turned into heavenly music, like a girl's shrill song, floating high under the vault, and Zuihou turned into a deep roar and thunder, and fell silent. A thunderous roar lingers beneath the vault. Fr. Jin Ligaku's mouth was half open, and he was struck by this solemn sacred music.

At this time, a clear, high-pitched female voice sang an unaccompanied chant. "AmazingGrace" by Judy Collins. The choir children sang in harmony with children's voices, and the crisp and slow rhythm slowly rose from the depths of the church to the dome of the garden. The clergy couldn't help but draw a cross.

In this solemn music that touched the soul, he saw a crowd of devout believers already prostrate on the ground, and one of the believers in front even kissed the feet of the crucified Jesus excitedly, and the light of the gas lamp reflected his elongated shadow on the ground. Jin Lige found out that the person was actually his attaché Weiss? Lando.

Fr. Kim Liga couldn't help but praise the Lord's miracle once again. The holy voice of praise to the Lord had apparently cast out the devil possessed on the man, and made the half-mad ruffian a deferential servant of the Father again. Weiss, who rehearsed the voice of the Father? Lando, apparently very excited, demanded that he confess his deep sins in this church.

This sudden request surprised everyone. The Jesuit priests were excited. There is nothing more joyful than a fallen man returning to the bosom of the church.

Bai Duolu reluctantly walked into a confession room dedicated to Wu Shimang. As a young priest with a conscience, he was reluctant to play the role of informant at the same time. He knew that there was a microphone in the closed confessional room. Every day, the tapes in the tape recorders are taken away by special personnel and sent to the listening rooms of the political security organs.

A cough, followed by a loud blowing of the nose. Bai Duolu knew that the strange man was already sitting opposite.

"My child, what do you have to ...... to the Lord?"

"I need to see your President Wen," the white man across from him suddenly said in a stumbling Cantonese vernacular, occasionally interspersed with a few English words: "Your situation is not good." Liu, the pirate leader of Canton, is preparing to join forces with the Dutch fleet in the East Indies to destroy your fleet, and then attack the port and sack Lingao. ”

If Lingao's purgatory was the prison cells of the quarantine camp, then Fr. Jin Lige must have thought that Lingao Seminary was heaven. As for where the hell is, the priest doesn't want to think about it. But he had also heard that the Australians had set up a prison in Lingao called a "labor camp," and those who had the good fortune to return from there were no longer interested in the priests' ethereal teachings about hell.

The church at Lygoll had a keen interest in this hell, and the priests often went there to preach to the poor prisoners. Father Lu Ruohua also often goes.

The church at Lygor seems to have a special interest in saving worldly "sinners." Father Kim Lick soon discovered this.

Now, Fr. Jin Lige sat at the table in the spacious and bright study, and Fr. Lu Ruohua had generously given up his lodgings in the seminary. He didn't have to apologize for this—a two-story building owned by the Order was under construction, and the Lingao Order was constantly expanding their floor area to accommodate larger and larger orders.

From any point of view, the Congregation is thriving. After a mass and sermon on the first Sunday, Kim Lee Court felt the prosperity of the local church. He could not help but rejoice that he had been able to go to such a place to expand God's flock.

An elderly nun came respectfully into the study, her wrinkled swarthy face full of respect, and carefully collected the dishes from the table in front of him. The priest had just finished enjoying a delicious sorbet and chilled kvass.

He suddenly felt a little ashamed of his indulgence in the enjoyment of food, a feeling that was especially strong when he thought of his attaché.

From Weiss? The fanaticism that radiated from Lando, a soldier of unknown origin, was astonished by a well-informed and knowledgeable person like Father Jin Lige. Perhaps believing that the long confession of the Australian priest was not enough to cleanse up his sins, Weiss resolutely stayed in the East Gate Church and lived a life of asceticism. He cut his hair short, wore a coarse cloth shirt, and relied on a few rice crackers and a clear fruit every day. He didn't even want to live in a room, he simply lived in the bell tower of the church,