Looking at the colorful foreign banknotes, flowing out like flowing water.

Your grandmother's distressed eyes are red.

But I kept in mind the teachings of the monks and destroyed the wealth and eliminated the disaster.

As long as someone comes with an IOU, it doesn't matter if I owe it or not, no matter how big it is......

Ye closed his eyes and just signed his name on it.

I don't even frown.

It's a shame to say that over the years, I haven't learned any other means of making money.

Soon, it was reduced to the point of brushing dishes in a restaurant.

Moreover, it is even more miserable than when he first came to the foreign country......

In order to pay off his debts, he had to work three jobs a day, and he didn't have time to catch his breath.

But this is just a drop in the bucket.

If you want to fill the hole with this salary, you don't know if you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

But I gritted my teeth and went on in silence.

I persisted for about a month, and one day when I was washing dishes in the back kitchen, I suddenly felt that my eyes were dark, and someone was standing in front of me silently.

When he looked up, his heart was pounding.

It's the foreign priest.

How smart you and I are, I didn't wait for the priest to speak, so I took the initiative to come up.

Holding the priest's thigh, I cried and fussed, begging him to teach me how to make a fortune again.

But the priest replied in a cold tone:

"No way, you threw away the holy cross.

Defiled the supreme majesty of the gods.

You've lost my trust.

The covenant between you and the Lord was torn by your own hands.

You're like this, in the cold back kitchen, brush the dishes for a lifetime. ”

With that, he turned his head and prepared to leave.

Ye snorted coldly in his heart.

The foreign devil came all the way here just to fight me and tell me that I deserve it?

Eat and hold up.

The way he looked, he was just testing me.

So I hurried to offer my own excuses.

said that when he was taking a shower, as soon as he lowered his head, the cross accidentally slipped into the toilet, was flushed down the drain, and never got it back up.

Father Yang was skeptical and asked me several questions.

I thought about all the questions that Father Yang might ask a few days in advance.

If you have already thought about how to deal with it.

So the answer to a question is not leaky.

Father Yang came to believe that I had not intentionally lost the cross, not on purpose.

Father Yang sighed with a sad face, took out another cross ornament from his bosom, and reluctantly handed it to me.

He said that because of my pious attitude, he made an exception to help me get in touch with the gods again.

Let me live a worry-free life.

At the same time, he told me that this cross must not be lost again.

If I lose it again, even if I smash my brain into eight petals, he will not give me the blessings of the gods again.

I regarded it as a treasure and held the cross in the palm of my hand.

But he didn't bring it with him immediately, but told Father Yang that he was going to buy a good quality chain later.

So that the cross is firmly tied to my neck, and no matter what I do in this life, I will never take it off again.

Father Yang nodded in satisfaction, glad that I had such an enlightenment.

After giving me the cross, he hurried away.

The bait is hooked, and the next thing is to touch the melon along the vine.

The master took out the prepared beret from his bosom, buckled it on his head, and covered his face.

Dropping the plate, he sneaked up behind Father Yang, trying to find out where he was going.

I don't know if it's because I'm afraid of being followed, or if this grandson is really busy with business, he almost took me around most of the city, and almost broke my grandfather's foot.

Eventually, Father Yang came to the outskirts and entered an old and solemn church.

This church is different from the churches I see on a daily basis.

style, somewhat dark.

The carved ornaments on the outside of the wall are dominated by various strange-shaped eyeballs.

It gives a sense of unease.

Obviously, this is not a mass church.

There are a wide range of beliefs in foreign countries, and there are people who believe in everything.

There are many people who build churches and worship minor gods.

I kept a vigil outside the church all night.

The next day, Father Yang walked out of the church with a book in his hand.

I immediately followed.

After a few more days of follow-up, I came to the conclusion that the foreign priest, both for his sermon and for his daily life, was in the church.

The person who takes the church as his home, this is really the first time I have seen him in my life.

After observing for a few more days, I found out the time of the priest's trip and the time of Mass with the faithful.

I picked a dark and windy night and sneaked into the church.

The main hall of the church, unlike any other church I've been to.

There was no seat inside.

The empty hall was filled with futons.

I touched the dent in the futon with my hand, as if it had been pressed down by my knee.

The futon seems to be for believers, used to bow down.

The religion of foreign countries has also begun to engage in kneeling rituals?

With the doubts in his heart, he continued to walk forward.

On the innermost side of the church is the altar where the missionaries preach their teachings.

Behind the altar, a huge portal is carved, and on the portal, with very mysterious knife work, one after another strange eyeballs are carved.

Bright as the stars, as many as cow's hair.

These eyeballs, one on top of the other, one on top of the other, resemble bunches of grapes.

When I saw the dense phobia, I vomited out the overnight meal that was absolutely disgusting.

Odd......

Seeing this, the master was really puzzled.

No matter what church or god they worship, generally speaking, a statue of the god is enshrined at the back of the altar.

This position is the most conspicuous and dignified.

It is convenient for believers to bow and worship.

What is the matter with the eyeballs and the gate statue that the master saw at this moment?

Could it be that the believers here are afraid of thieves walking through the empty door, so they believe in a door god to protect the peace?

I can't think about things I don't understand, so I just don't think about it anymore.

From my bosom, I took out the compass that the monk had given me.

This thing, like the compass, is only different in that it is not marked with southeast and northwest, and the position of the pointer is in the shape of a small dark green spoon.

The monk told me that when I arrived at the place, I could find the link between the believer and the evil god by following the pointer.

Took out the compass, this thing, actually dripping and dripping, turned on the tray.

I was amazed to see it.

Following the guidance of the compass, I walked down the altar.

On the west wall of the church, there is a secret door.

It should be the living room of the foreign godfather.

Although he made his fortune by stealing things, he stole all the things of the dead.

It's the first time in my life that I steal things from a living person.

So it's inevitable to be a little nervous.

The environment inside the secret door is much darker than in the main hall of the church.

The master did not have the skills and experience to be a thief, although he carried a fire breaker and a flashlight with him, but he was afraid that the priest would not sleep, and this light attracted his attention.

So he didn't dare to light the fire, and by the faint moonlight, he lay on the ground and crawled forward slowly.

That night, it was exactly fifteen.

The moon is in full moon, so the light is good.

The moonlight shone on the side walls, revealing a starry, eerie sheen.

The master was curious, and cast his eyes over, and was shocked.

The main body of the side walls, also marble.

And above, with ingenious carving, carved a grand mural.

Lifelike.

But......

The more vivid it is, the more it makes me shudder......

Because, the pattern on the mural is really weird......

On the far left is a mural filled with people.

One by one, they knelt on the ground reverently, and the expression on their faces was full of obsession.

In the middle of the mural, there is a round platform, like the stage, which is estimated to be a preacherous altar.

In the middle of the altar stood a man.

He wore a black cloak that covered his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

It can only be barely identified from the height and stature, it is a man.

This man is supposed to be a missionary.

The preacher raised his hands and held a thick book in his hand.

He raised his head and read the words from the book.

The faces of the believers showed such drunken expressions.

Some believers, as if they had understood the words of the missionary, had a third eye on their foreheads.

This eye, sparkling.

It seems to represent the truth.

Believers bowed their heads and looked at their bodies with a third eye.

It turned out that his body was overgrown with maggots, poisonous snakes, and locusts.

The skin and flesh on his body were filthy and filthy, and he exuded a foul smell from the outside.

Some people even find themselves with ram's horns, bat's wings, pig's tail, and antelope's hooves.

It seems that he has turned into a demon, and his appearance is hideous and terrifying.