In a secret manor on the northern outskirts of Jiangcheng, there is an endless stream of people coming from all over the province these days.

Due to the large number of people, the manor could not be accommodated, so they were secretly placed in the surrounding valley.

In several valleys, large campsites have been built, and in simple tents live devotees who have come with devout faith, waiting to witness a great moment.

twenty-four thousand six hundred and sixteen.

This is the limit of what Shinrikyo can gather after more than half a month of mobilization.

Jiangcheng is the closest, but the number of believers mobilized is the least, only a few hundred.

This situation greatly exceeded the expectations of the sacrificial group, and also made the chief priest in charge of Jiangcheng missionary affairs feel tremendous pressure.

Believers are capital, and believers are the right to speak.

The celebrant who had been in a bad mood for Wang Fei's special mission, had just finished a preparatory meeting and heard the news of his apprentice priest's arrest.

"Zhu Ming!?"

"And that Wang Fei!"

The main priest is still mysterious, even when he sees that his cronies are all black-clad and hooded, and his face is looming in darkness.

"So the mission has failed, and they've noticed it!?"

"It should be...... And he, who has been promoted to Sequence 6, the news that just came from Jiangcheng! ”

"Is that so...... That's a pity! ”

Waving his hand to signal his cronies to stand down, the priest stood alone for a long time, and suddenly, angrily pushed the lampstand in front of him, and with a bang, the candles on it splashed everywhere.

The tent lit up a dangerous fire, and the maid cautiously probed in, and he shouted angrily: "Get out of here!" ”

The maid retreated outside in fright, and the priest's wide sleeves waved at the flames in the room, extinguishing the fire that had just been burned.

Damn, damn it!

The main priest was angry not only about Wang Fei's mission, but also about the number of believers who came this time.

Jiangcheng has always been the focus of the work of the Holy See, but who knows, when the final test results are made, it will become the most backward area.

After pouring so many resources and energy, he got such a result, which naturally made all the members of the sacrificial group dissatisfied, and he naturally became the object of criticism and criticism.

If it weren't for the fact that the "divine favor" was still there, and there was no sign of abating, he, the chief priest, would have fallen into the abyss from which he would never recover.

Venting the irritable frustration in his heart, the priest calmed himself down.

Then realized that the root of the problem was there.

The citizens of Jiangcheng can be said to be well-informed, and they are in the base camp of the sequencer, and the resorts and landscapes are close at hand, and the more they know, the less likely they are to have devout beliefs.

On the contrary, it is those remote and poorly informed areas, because of the turmoil of the new era and the regression of life, there is more fear, confusion and helplessness, and only then can there be the soil and environment for faith to take root.

The ancient sages and classics all said that the people can make it from it, but they cannot make it known, so it can be seen that the more they know, the more mixed their minds will be, the more they will lose their awe, and they will add a lot of troubles and difficulties out of thin air.

He secretly memorized this lesson and prepared to change the mode of missionary work in the future, paying more attention to the lower strata of society, especially those who were struggling and frustrated.

But these are far waters, and they can't save the thirst of the near.

The reality is that the Great Mass is about to begin!

This is the first step in the awakening of the Creator, and it is extremely important, and the Holy See has been preparing and operating in the shadows for a long time.

In the early morning of the next day, the campsites in several valleys woke up from their slumber, and the gathering of tens of thousands of people set off a lot of movement.

For this purpose, several valleys of the masking circle, which produces a large amount of smoke, always shrouds the airspace above, used to shield the view from above.

A large number of people were also arranged around the periphery to form a vast shielding area for isolating the inside and outside.

But none of these methods lasted, and the High Mass was imperative.

After the priest finished washing, he vented his excessive energy in the morning on the maid, and with a body of kindness and closeness, he walked into his own believers and began his daily morning class.

Melodious bells rang in the valley, and tens of thousands of people knelt in front of their respective sacrifices, facing their aloft badges, and silently prayed.

"Almighty Creator Lord, gracious Father, you are the source of everything, you are the beginning of life, you are the master of all worlds and all things, you hold up science with one hand, and you hold up the sequence of paths with the other......"

After the morning class, tens of thousands of people relaxed, lit a fire to cook, and the sound of laughter and the frolic of children chasing each other dispelled the solemn atmosphere just now.

Among these people, there was such a teenager.

He reluctantly came back from the morning class, and when he heard some strange sounds in the tent, he kicked the door outside the tent hard, alarming the people inside.

After a while, a middle-aged man dressed in a priest's black robe came out of it, glared at him fiercely, and left beside him.

The young man was expressionless, and he opened the curtain and went in, and saw that his mother, who was still charming, had not yet arranged the clothes on her chest.

"Biaozi is back!? How about morning classes? ”

The boy didn't look at her, mumbled, dragged the rice bag out of the corner, and prepared to cook.

"Biaozi come here, let's talk!"

"Say what!?"

"Come here!"

The boy could only walk over, bow his head, and stand in front of his mother.

The mother, who was in her early forties and looked like she was only in her thirties, stared at her stubborn son, sighed, and said, "Your father is gone, and we must find a ...... to rely on."

"Then you shouldn't look for a god stick, you don't know who he is, a famous second-rate son, who has been in the class room and eaten in prison!"

"That's all in the past, and now the world is different."

"I don't believe that the way of the world would allow such a person to be in charge!"

"Isn't he a priest now!?"

"Phew, what kind of bullshit is to make this kind of person a priest......"

The mother was shocked, her eyes quickly covered her son's mouth, her frightened face turned white, and her lips trembled, "You, you dead child, dare to say anything!?" ”

The young man was not afraid at all, stubbornly broke away from his mother's hand, and said hatefully: "This is a cult, what kind of people do you look like, how many are normal, how many are good?" Mom, let's go, this place can't stay any longer, even if I force it, I can't have any ghost beliefs. ”

"You, you ......"

"My master said that except for the 15 Path Orders, all gods under other banners are false gods, forbidden by the state, and breaking the law, and the sequencers are also shouted and beaten by everyone."

“…… Don't you want to be a serializer? ”

"Then we have to go on the right path!"

"Do we have a chance on the right way? Let's just say that your master, hasn't you been running errands for others for so long? When will he become a serializer? Biaozi, Mom doesn't want you to be a sequencer, she just wants you to be safe. If it was in the past, no matter how difficult it was for your mother, she would have to provide you with education and progress, and you would never remarry if you didn't agree. But the way of the world has changed, it has changed, the public family can't manage it so much, it's so fine! ”

“…… Anyway, I just want to leave, I don't want to stay here...... And tonight's Mass, I'm not going to go, I'm going to you! ”

"Biaozi, Biaozi!!"

The boy angrily lifted the tent and left, he did not know that tonight would be a turning point in the fate of everyone, including him, especially his.