The priest's legs were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground, and when he looked back, it turned out to be Hao Zhendong, if he hadn't covered his mouth in time, he was afraid that he would have screamed in the street.

Ling Qiqi appeared behind him, locked his arms behind his back, and whispered, "If you don't want to die, be honest." ”

Hao Zhendong said with a smile: "He can't understand Chinese either." ”

Unexpectedly, the priest hurriedly said: "I understand, I understand." "It's still a bit blunt, but it's good to communicate.

Ling Qiqi smiled and said, "Since it was a premeditated tracking, do you think the other party will send someone who doesn't understand the language over?" ”

The priest argued: "I am not me, my bishop, I want to see you. ”

Hao Zhendong frowned and said, "You bishops? Why meet us? We were all in Paris for the first time. ”

The priest swallowed: "Yesterday, the bishop said that there will be a few Chinese here, let me invite them over, and I don't know anything else." ”

Ling Qiqi let go of the priest and said to Hao Zhendong: "Go and see, these clergy don't have mana cultivation, and they can't do anything with us." ”

Hao Zhendong nodded and said to the priest, "Then you can lead the way." ”

The two of them found Tamamo and He Shasha, followed the bishop into a black carriage prepared in advance, and drove towards the edge of the city.

In a short time, the group arrived at the Montmartre plateau, and at the top of the plateau is the white and immaculate Sacré-Coeur church.

He Shasha said curiously: "How did you meet?" ”

Hao Zhendong smiled: "This priest saw that I was handsome, so he invited us to come and visit. ”

He Shasha pursed her lips and smiled: "Phew, shameless." Actually, it was the first time she had visited here.

The priest walked briskly and led the four to the church door.

On the main door of the church, there are green statues of knights on both sides, Louis IX and Joan of Arc.

Hao Zhendong asked, "Which church is this?" ”

Ling Qiqi looked down and said, "I'm not sure, but it looks like Catholicism." ”

There is an endless stream of tourists, and on the long steps in front of the door, there is a melodious sound of the piano, and the rustling of leaves, which makes people feel calm.

Not long after, the priest hurried back and invited the four into the church.

Although he had heard some knowledge about the church before, when he really felt the atmosphere of the church, Hao Zhendong was inevitably shocked, the exquisite murals and sculptures were bathed in the brilliant pillars of light through the stained glass, quiet and peaceful, and he seemed to have abandoned all distractions, and all that was left was divinity.

The priest politely left He Shasha on the first floor, and then took Hao Zhendong and the three upstairs, although He Shasha was very curious about the identities of the three of them, but he also vaguely understood that he and they really did not seem to be people of the same world, so he didn't bother, anyway, it was a free tour.

The outer gallery on the upper floor of the church offers a panoramic view of half of Paris, and through the beautifully carved arched fence, the whole of Paris seems to be a painting framed on the wall.

The priest pushed open a dark wooden door, and inside was an old man in red who was praying, and on the wall in front of the old man was a statue of Jesus, and the walls on both sides were also carved with various figures, and two rows of white candles extended to the doorway.

The priest said, "Bishop, people have brought. ”

The old man in red turned around, but he didn't expect that when he opened his mouth, it turned out to be pure Mandarin: "Hello, a cultivator from the East. ”

The priest bowed and left with the door, the light dimmed, but the mottled shadows cast through the skylight added to the dreaminess.

The old man was about a long white beard, and he held a scepter inlaid with gems in his right hand.

He wore a monocle in his right eye, pulled the book in his left hand a little, and said, "That's right, it's you." ”

Hao Zhendong opened his mouth and asked, "Do you have anything to do with us?" ”

The old man closed the book, put it on the table at hand, and said, "There is something I want to ask you for help with." ”

Hao Zhendong said: "It seems that we are meeting for the first time, right?" Also, how do you know that we are practitioners, I remember that the spiritual world does not seem to have come into contact with you clergy. ”

The old man looked at Hao Zhendong, his movements were sluggish for a while, and then he said: "I went to China when I was young, and I have lived there for more than 20 years, but the era I live in is not as developed as it is now, and it can even be said that it is backward. ”

"Oh yes, my name is very long, you can just call me by my Chinese name, um... Think about it... Ah, by the way, Martinez, it can also be Martin. ”

"I know young people nowadays are troublesome." He muttered something in French.

Hao Zhendong saw that he didn't get to the point, so he asked again: "Martin... Ness, you said you wanted us to help, what happened? "Yue e-book

Martinez tilted his head and thought for a moment, then picked up the thick book, moved it to Hao Zhendong, stood on his side, and then opened one of the pages, and pressed a line of text on the book with his dry fingers: "This, which probably says, 'If there is a disaster that cannot be solved, you can go to the east for help'." That's what I did when I went to China. ”

Hao Zhendong couldn't help but complain: "Martinez, although I don't know what kind of book this is, don't you think it's ridiculous, it's too general." ”

Martinez glanced at him, then shook his head slightly: "You don't understand, you don't understand." ”

He looked up at the skylight and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Whew... I went to China forty-two years ago, maybe forty-three years ago, but it doesn't matter. ”

"The bishop of that time learned in a divination that the Holy See was facing a catastrophe that did not happen then, but today, more than forty years later."

Martinez's reflexes seemed to be running out of reflexes, and he was silent for a moment with every word he spoke, as if organizing the language.

"About fourteen days ago, or fifteen days ago, or maybe sixteen days ago, I also did a divination, and found that this disaster was coming, and the wizard said that only the cultivators from the east could help us, and they appeared today, so I asked you to come over."

Hao Zhendong was a little incredulous: "Can you take us to meet that wizard?" I think it might be better to say it in person. ”

Martinez turned to look at Hao Zhendong, with a chill in his dim eyes: "The wizard is dead." ”

"She died after this divination, and according to her, she violated the interests of the devil and was harvested by Satan."

Hao Zhendong suddenly shuddered, and soon heard Martinez say: "I don't know what the so-called disaster is, and this may also need to be investigated by yourself." ”

Hao Zhendong couldn't help but say, "Martinez, why are you sure that we will help you?" ”

Martinez thought for a moment, then shook his head: "That's what the book says. ”

Hao Zhendong was speechless for a while, but he couldn't find any reason to refute it.

"And," he looked at Ling Qiqi and Yuzao, and then took out a cross from his arms, "it started to heat up as soon as you entered the door, indicating that none of them are human, and of course, you are not." ”

Although Hao Zhendong had a feeling of being scolded, he had to admit that Martinez was right, after all, he was also a half-demon body.

However, from this information, it is not difficult for Hao Zhendong to speculate that the disaster in Martinez's mouth should be the thousand-year catastrophe of the Chinese cultivation world, but he didn't expect it to spread so far away.

"Okay, we agreed." Hao Zhendong quickly replied, he was the one who responded to the robbery, and everything related to the catastrophe was incumbent.

Martinez didn't have any other emotions, as if he knew that Hao Zhendong would definitely agree.

"Thank you, the church is a solid ally for you until the problem is resolved, God bless you."

Hao Zhendong rolled his eyes in his heart, as the reincarnation of the main god of Taoism, how can he be blessed by God.

Coming out of Martinez, Hao Zhendong fell into deep thought, the precursor of the catastrophe had obviously come, so that something happened in this foreign country.

The trio bid farewell to Ho Shasha at the height of Montmartre, and after returning to the hotel, they began to discuss how to find the hidden crisis in the city of Paris.

The waiter brought two bottles of red wine, along with a letter informing Hao Zhendong that a priest had asked to give it to him.

Hao Zhendong gave some tips, and then handed the letter to Ling Qiqi.

Tamamo took the red wine and looked at it, this was her first time touching red wine, and she seemed to want to taste something.

When Hao Zhendong uncorked the wine, Ling Qiqi also unfolded the letter, quickly browsed it, and said: "The letter said that these two bottles of red wine were shipped from a winery called 'Falcresse'......

Before Ling Qiqi finished reading, the two people in front of him sprayed a mouthful of red wine on the ground, and Hao Zhendong choked and coughed: "Damn, isn't this a cheat father!" Pig teammates of the church! ”

Yuzao calmly wiped the corners of his mouth: "I just said that this taste is a little strange." ”

Hao Zhendong complained: "You haven't drunk red wine at all, pretend to be a fart." ”

Ling Qiqi shook his head helplessly: "Anyway, let's go to the winery first, there is an address on it, and it is about two hours' drive from us." ”

Early the next morning, the waiter sent another letter, a letter of introduction from the church.

Hao Zhendong smiled: "Yes, knowing what we need, it's really a god teammate." ”

Ling Qiqi teased: "Yesterday, I also said that people are pig teammates. ”

However, the efficiency of the church's work is not to be said, and the horse-drawn carriage has been waiting downstairs in the hotel early, attracting the attention of many pedestrians, some of whom have even seen this kind of horse-drawn carriage from the Industrial Revolution on the streets for the first time.

After leaving the city, the surrounding vision is broadened, and although you are in France, you can feel a Scottish flavor of the wilderness.