The Pope of Rome and the Patriarch of Constantinople had been at odds for a long time in the Middle Ages, and with the loss of control of Rome by the Byzantine Empire and the establishment of the Papal States by Pepin the Short of the Frankish Kingdom of Italy to the Pope, the Orthodox Church and Catholicism officially began to part ways. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Although at this time, this division had not yet begun, but the ideological differences had already begun, Ciro put the land of the empire in the past, the Roman Church advocated universality, that is, vigorously preached Christianity, emphasizing proselytizing and believing, the core was atonement, while the Eastern Patriarch Constantine emphasized orthodox interests and his own penance, and focused more on demanding himself*, ascetic flesh to enlightenment, to achieve resonance with Jesus Christ.

Therefore, the Orthodox Church has many ascetics, and the crusade movies whipped themselves with leather whips, and the image of clear ascetics in exchange for physical pain in the soul is also mostly Orthodox, and there were Orthodox saints who sat on stone pillars without sleep, relying only on drinking water to maintain their lives, and died after being exposed to the scorching sun of Asia Minor for three years, and thousands of believers sat with him.

At this time, Paul also used this form to improve his prestige, took off his shirt in front of the boiling oil pot, and in the face of the hot boiling oil, Paul wanted to cry no matter how he looked at it, but unfortunately, Hou Jie in the crowd dug it with a knife-like glance, which made him tremble violently again, and he had to grit his teeth and stuff his arm into the oil pot.

"Ahhhhh!!hh

The terrible scream immediately rang out, seeing the boiling oil pot, the surrounding Constantinople believers were all pale, and some even knelt directly on the ground and prayed loudly, no one paid attention, and after howling for a while, the surprised and strange expression suddenly flashed Paul's wrinkled bearded fake compassionate face, and then Paul screamed even more "miserable".

This kid can pretend. In the crowd, the corners of Hou Jie's mouth couldn't help but reveal a hint of amusement.

"Lord, leave all the pain to me, keep your believers away from war, let your armies win every battle, and bless the kingdom of God!" His arms were all in the pan, and while he was howling in pain, Paul was praying loudly, and the crowd cooperated, and Barbisi, who was standing in the crowd, fell to his knees and cried with tears in his eyes: "Father! O saints!

With the cry of Ma Barbisi, Hula knelt down.

After another pan of fried chicken thighs howled for a while, suddenly Paul's face changed dramatically, and after a moment of consternation, he began to cry even more, crying with tears full of gratitude: "Christ, you have appeared, Lord, you have not given up on your servants!" ”

With that, Paul suddenly pulled out his arm, and everyone was stunned.

In the boiling oil pot that could fry the bones, Paul shook it several times, and there was no burn on his hands, and the shiny oil continued to flow down his arm, as if a layer of golden light was covering him.

After a few seconds of pause, the crowd boiled.

Everywhere there were believers shouting that the Lord had appeared to him, and they flocked to Paul, and seeing that this propaganda had achieved its effect, Paul hurriedly sat down cross-legged again, wearing the "halo of Jesus", and preached the Bible aloud, and under a powerful ring of faith, everyone sat on the ground feverishly and listened to Paul's sermon.

It's as if Christ was on earth.

No one noticed, and on the other side, Ma Barbisi and a few other people hurriedly hid the oil pot while others were not paying attention.

Seeing that Paul pretended to succeed and nodded with satisfaction, pulling the stunned Li Que and the blind old man who was always calm, Hou Jie walked out of the crowd without looking back.

In this era, even Byzantium did not have a strict military secrecy system, especially after the disciplined military discipline of the ancient Roman legions was replaced by a large number of mercenaries, a handful of copper was drawn, and Hou Jie and his party of more than ten people easily hired a small boat to ferry across the Golden Horn, and the distance was close to the distance of about 30 meters from the Galatai Fort, which was driven away by the Slavic guards guarding there.

Hou Jie didn't care, he paused on the spot, and while directing the servants to dig a big pit here, he took out a lot of carbon bars and a wooden board and placed them, sat on the stool and hissed and painted.

In just half an hour, the pit on the ground had been dug more than a meter deep, and several small servants brought a large urn from the boat and stuffed it into the pit, and then the blind old man lay on the ground with his ears attached to the urn.

With the invasion of Rome by Attila, the king of the Huns, under the expulsion of the Huns, thousands of Goths, Vandals, Alans, and Fakes were expelled south into Europe, and the frenzy of barbarian invasion knocked down the Roman Empire, which was already difficult to maintain, and then for hundreds of years, the Nordic barbarians continued to migrate south from the icy and snowy northern Europe, and Rome, which had completely blocked these barbarians, had to take in these uninvited guests to settle on the land of Rome.

The Roman Empire recruited these brave and warlike Norse barbarians as mercenaries, and the Slavs defending Galatai were recruited as mercenaries.

Compared with the Byzantine native soldiers, these Slavic soldiers were even more stupid, standing on the city wall, in front of the fortress gate stupidly watching everything Hou Jie and his party did, for a long time, finally there were Slavic officers who couldn't stand it, and the bearded man with a tall horse and a muscular Nordic man pretended to go around behind Hou Jie, just glanced at it twice, but immediately hissed a breath of cold air and screamed, causing the other Slavic mercenaries to simply abandon their duties and all ran over.

It's really magical, a typical Eastern Roman castle, from the city wall, to the back of the fortress tower, even the wall climber on the city wall, the brick pattern is subtle and beautiful by Hou Jie painted out, from Li Jie in the lesson of Changsun Chong, brewing the Tang Dynasty Yanzhaomen, sketching this painting technique from the West flowed out in the East, and Hou Jie, who was not less mixed in Li Jie's study, actually tasted three of them.

Art always knows no race, and looking at Hou Jie's wonderful brushwork, a group of Slavic soldiers were stunned.

After a painting was completed, he looked back at the blind old man still lying on the urn and listened non-stop, Hou Jie simply took out a picture of the castle in private, took out another piece of paper, and compared the bearded face of the Slavic officer twice, Sasha's continued to depict it, about two tea times, a bearded Nordic man wearing Nordic iron armor, carrying an axe, and a bearded Norse man jumped on the paper.

Stunned, he took the drawing paper, and after a while, the officers were happy.

With art instead of language communication, in the next time, Hou Jie drew another one for each Slavic soldier, and under the communication of small gifts, the bold and fierce Slavs directly regarded Hou Jie's beard as a buddy, took out the spirits and invited him to drink together, and led him into the Galatai Fort, sat on the city wall and came to a few close-up sketches, and the entire Galatian Castle was almost three-dimensional on the paper.

At sunset, another group of Slavic officers and soldiers came out of the castle barracks, Hou Jie and these Slavs left the castle with pity, and in the morning he brought a large stack of paper at this time has been used up, and before returning to the castle, he met with Li Que, who had been guarding there, and led the blind old man who was already tired, and everyone returned to the south shore of the Golden Horn by boat and re-entered Constantinople.

In front of the Basilica of the Holy Apostles, Paul was still there, but he was accompanied by many more pious priests, hundreds of people sat quietly on the ground, all reverent and silently reciting the passages of the Bible, sitting in the carriage, and after making eye contact with Paul, Houger closed the window.

At the door of the hotel where he lived, there was still an endless stream of Byzantine landlords who came to sell the land, Wu Yuanqing was too busy to raise his head, so he didn't bother him, Hou Jie went back to his room directly with today's harvest.

Art knows no borders, but artists have borders!

Eleven three-dimensional sketches of the Galatai Fort were hung all over the room, and under the light of a dozen or so oil lamps, Hou Jie held the carbon strip and described it intently, while the blind old man narrated it sentence by sentence in his dry voice.

Listening to the sound of the hanging urn has always been an important means of military reconnaissance in ancient China, and experienced scouts can easily stick the large urn on the surface of the ground to know that the enemy army outside the city has dug tunnels from there, and to the realm of the blind old man, hearing is even more incredible by him.

The patrol routes of the Slavic GIs in the castle, the time period, the location of the barracks, including when to go to the toilet, when to change guards, when to eat, and even the heavy snoring of the GIs in the barracks fortress, were all heard clearly by the blind old man, and with his description, these things were recorded on the drawings without falling behind.

When he was busy with all this, it was already late at night, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak, and with the food box in his hand, Li Que walked in with light steps.

"Zhonghujun, eat something first, and then get busy later!" After looking around in shock, Li Que found a spare table and put down the food box, while pulling out the dishes, he persuaded softly, which was much softer than the attitude of the tigress in the morning.

But at this time, Hou Jie put all his mind on the sketch, and hummed absentmindedly, but the blind old man seemed to have eyes, and he touched himself to the dining table, picked up the tail of the fish and sent it to his mouth.

Shaking her head helplessly, after arranging the food for the blind old man, Li Que turned around and left helplessly, but before leaving, she looked at a corner of Hou Jie's painting bag, and casually, Li Que took out the painting.

"Give it to me, get out!"

Hou Jie, who was still engrossed just now, seemed to be touched by his soul, snatched back the scroll with his hand, pointed to the door and yelled angrily, looked at him in a daze, Li Que turned around and left, and took the door with him.

The garden of the small hotel is full of Roman style, the moonlight shines under the vines, there is no sadness, Li Que sat on the corridor in the courtyard in a daze, a pair of hands caressing her cheeks aimlessly, but the place where she started was a cold and cold mask.

On the picture just now, the painting is a busy port in Manila, Hou Jie is sitting quietly on a stone chair, a pair of expressive eyes are slightly biased, beside him, a girl dressed as a Chinese woman, but with a different exotic style, smiling peacefully, smiling so brightly......