"How do you know about the positions of these pastors?"

"Priests, deacons, priests, clergy, all have different standards of dress."

"Uh-oh."

"Then how can you see the degree of faith contribution?

"Tsk...... It's not hard either. Praia and Little Andre's descriptions, the news revealed by Paul and the old men in Akford, which priests and freedmen can fill the cabinet, and this faith contribution will not come out all at once? ”

"Uh-oh."

"That'...... This contrasts ......"

No wonder some people are suspicious, this TV station that rushed out to broadcast live is indeed rough.

After the celestial incident, all countries around the world, major media have added police and military personnel to every office, and there is no need for any nonsense, so that every media member knows in their hearts: in times of crisis, the consequences of reduced ratings are definitely no longer small troubles such as reduced advertising costs.

In order to strive for exposure, the TV stations that have just received the news have achieved quite strong titles, and the content is absolutely eye-catching, but the time is pressing, and the pictures and videos can't be paid attention to.

For example, the host who is broadcasting live keeps saying that the infrared band "church positions enhance strength" and the ultraviolet band "promote faith and promote health", but the synchronized pictures and videos are all the situation during the church vespers.

Although these pictures are all suggestive means such as stills and close-ups, and some even add arrows at all, the contrast effect that they want to highlight can only be said to be very average.

It can be seen at a glance that only His Excellency the priest is indeed tall and strong, and several deacons can also be called old and strong, as for the difference in physical fitness of others, they can basically only rely on the audience to make up for their own brains.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that BBC Television, which has abundant human resources and strong technical strength, launched relevant topics in a timely manner, and everyone saw a really obvious contrast.

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Praia, Andrea Jr., Paul, Talma, Loharin, His Excellency the Priest, and the other clergy that Wu Qingchen saw on his trip were all cut out of the images, all marked with height, weight, blood pressure, lung capacity, nutrition, muscle strength, and other data.

After that, these clergy were divided into four groups: youth, youth, middle-aged, and elderly, and they were compared with the same juvenile, young, middle-aged, and elderly freedmen in the medieval world according to the differences in church positions, religious contributions, and skeletal age.

The results are clear: the physical fitness of the clergy is clearly far superior to that of the ordinary natives of the medieval world.

As the ruling class, the clergy and the ordinary peasants occupy far different resources, and being a little taller and fatter does not absolutely tell the story.

To make it more convincing, the BBC came up with a second comparison group.

The second comparison group is the bureaucratic group of the Akford Collar, these old men who belong to the same ruling class, after deducting the photos, and the church group, the contrast is very obvious: all the clergy with relatively high church positions have significantly more strength data such as height, weight, and muscle strength than the territorial bureaucrats; The clergy with high religious contributions also significantly exceeded the territorial bureaucrats in terms of lung capacity, blood pressure, nutrition and other health data.

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Earth, country Z, national capital, a suburb.

Wu Qingchen's dedicated underground base, 200 meters away.

"I see, I see, I see!"

The United Nations Interim Committee, the head of the medical corps on duty said three times in a row, touched his forehead: "I'll just say it...... The working conditions in the medieval world were so bad, Mr. Wu Qingchen was still slightly injured in the first half of the month, and after becoming half a student of Praia, there was nothing to do all of a sudden, it turned out that this was the reason! ”

"No wonder Mr. Wu Qingchen's self-healing ability is so strong!"

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At this time, it was already the Z country of the earth, and it was about 7 o'clock in the morning.

Luoxian, Hubei, China.

First Civic Hospital, Inpatient Department.

During the ward rounds, after hearing such exciting news and checking a few beds, the attending doctor was not in a hurry to leave, so he stood quietly by the window and watched TV with the patient's family members.

"I see......"

After watching the news broadcast from the BBC, an intern next to the attending doctor suddenly realized: "Mr. Wu Qingchen's 3%, well...... The third development, which was boiling two days ago, turned out to be here......"

"What is 3%?" Another intern next to him pouted: "The host hinted three times, 3% for clergy, 7% for priests, 12% for deacons, and even 20% for priests!" ”

"20%!" Another intern was full of yearning: "By that time, my rhinitis will almost heal on its own, right?" ”

"My arthritis can be easier, right?"

"Doctor!" The bed near the windowsill was tugging at the hem of the attending doctor's white coat, and the mother's face was full of hope.

"Uh......" lowered his head, and the attending doctor shook his head with a wry smile: "This hasn't been confirmed yet......

The mother's face quickly turned gray.

After thinking for a moment, the attending doctor pointed to the TV: "If this guy is not, Nannan's leg must be even greater." ”

"How big?" Mother's eyes widened.

"This ......," the attending doctor began to mutter.

"Just say it!" The mother lowered her voice: "I won't spread the word everywhere...... As you can see, I haven't bothered you...... Well, my old Liu, there will definitely be a heart. ”

"Hmm......" hesitated for a few seconds, and the attending doctor moved his steps without moving and approached his mother: "The effect of 3% can restore the nerves in Nannan's legs, and at 7%, there is a great hope of standing up again." ”

“7%?” Glancing at the TV, my mother couldn't help but rejoice: "Isn't that just a formal pastor?" ”

"Hmm." The attending doctor nodded very slightly: "Don't underestimate the number of 7%, this is a pure, and it doesn't seem to have any side effects at the moment...... Even with the current 3%, there are few drugs in the world that have this effect...... 90% of the drugs are none. ”

"That's it!" Looking at the video, Wu Qingchen's influence made her mother's eyes shine.

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The situation in hospitals is clearly not unique.

The emergence of church positions, as well as the staggering benefits of faith contributions, has led to unprecedented unanimity among the world's 7 billion ordinary people.

Who doesn't have one or two sick people or distant relatives? Even if he is alone, no matter how affectionate he is, he doesn't dare to say that he is absolutely healthy, the medieval world can directly expose the major benefits of being strong and healthy, Wu Qingchen's life safety and quality of life have been guaranteed, almost all the earthlings' butts sat down collectively:

"Church, church, church!"

"Missionary, missionary, missionary!"

"Go all out and enter the parish!"

"From priest to priest, from deacon to priest!"

"Priest Wu Qingchen, priest Los Priest!"

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"!"

A certain staff group, looking at the real-time briefing conveyed by the public opinion guidance office, a staff member gritted his back molars: "I'm going to work overtime again!" ”

"Huh?"

"Ahh The staff looked up to the sky and sighed: "Annoying! Paralysis said it earlier! The strategy after the exchange of interests between the province and the castle has just been adjusted...... Paralysis, selling blood for nothing! ”

"Alas!" The staff next door was already lying directly on the table: "Before the leaders came, let's sleep for a few minutes...... ! Now, Master Wu Qingchen's ass has fallen 100% on the church. ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Some staff members also rejoiced: "Whether it is the territory or the church, they are all the ruling class, and there are not too many places that need to be adjusted." ”

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End of Volume 1 Phase 1 (Ass).

In the medieval world, Wu Qingchen's uncle Ackley's village outing, Fishgard parish, the good news of church positions and faith contributions, the recovery of 7 billion earthlings from disasters, and the emergence of major benefits for longevity, forced the earth to adjust its coping strategy.

Wu Qingchen's ass is finally on the earth and in the medieval world; Freemen, lords; The final decision was made between the decisions of the territory, the church, etc.

The third stage of the first volume, and the last stage of this volume, is about to begin the "head" part.

Striving to promote the faith and climb the church position must be Wu Qingchen's next major task.

A turnip, a pit.

What achievements should Wu Qingchen make, what network should he weave, and what measures should he take in order to resist all kinds of open guns and hidden arrows, dispel all kinds of slanderous rumors, and smoothly climb to a high position?

In other words, Master Wu Qingchen, what kind of despicable and shameless means should be adopted, what kind of shady tricks should be played with the anger of people and gods, and what kind of dark and cruel guns and arrows should be released, so that everyone can dare to climb to a high position in anger and dare not speak.

Belch...... The butt rolls, and it seems that there is still a bit of an aftermath......

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The Middle World.

The dinner ended, and Wu Qingchen's second tour of the castle also ended.

Sending Wu Qingchen into the room, Loharin climbed the spiral staircase and quietly entered Teacher Talma's room.

Sure enough, the candles were still lit in Talma's room.

Closing the door with his hand, Loharin was already looking eagerly at Deacon Talma: "Teacher......"

"Well......" Deacon Talma nodded, "write the letters I said earlier." ”

Then write it.

In front of Deacon Talma, the parchment scroll and writing instruments were already on the table, and Loharin sat down, grabbed the parchment scroll, and began to concentrate on writing the letter.

In about half an hour, the letter was freshly baked.

Seeing Wu Qingchen's ability, Loharin's letters were quite teacher, and there was nothing inappropriate except for the praise of Wu Qingchen and the request for support for the village of Acri.

"Hmm......"

An hour or so, unfolding the letter written by Loharin, Deacon Talma scrutinized it: "That's pretty much it. ”

Putting down the letter, Deacon Talma suddenly smiled: "I've been with Priest Los all night, right?" ”

"Yes."

Anyone who knows that he has accompanied Wu Qingchen around Fort Collins twice, and Luo Harin nodded obediently.

"Got the Priest of Los in the room?" Deacon Talma continued to ask.

"Yes." Pastor Loharin nodded again.

"Hmm......" Deacon Talma nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Parish...... Not...... The whole church has not been in a good mood these years...... Normally, forget it, but now is the critical moment for Lois and you, don't overdo it. ”

"Hmm!" Quasi-Pastor Loharin shook his head quickly: "Teacher, don't worry. ”

After a few seconds, Loharin added, "I've inquired, Lord Los, and I'm not interested in pretty girls. ”

"That's good." Deacon Talma nodded in relief.

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At the same time.

Fishgard Parish, 3rd floor of Fort Collins.

The moonlight outside the window was crooked, and it was already 11 o'clock at night.

When the time to rest came, Wu Qingchen climbed into bed.

Suddenly, the door rang with a "tuk tuk tuk ......".

"Come in." Wu Qingchen sat up, and a little boy with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes who was about the same age as Wu Qingchen pushed open the door.

"Master......" The little boy walked into the room: "Is the light bright enough?" ”

Lights?

Wu Qingchen raised his head, like Fort Akford, Fishgard Parish, Fort Collin's lights and candles were the same beeswax fuel, no smoke or fog, quite bright.

"No problem." Wu Qingchen replied.

"It's okay now...... "The little boy who entered the door said with a smile, "but it'll be dark later." ”

"Huh?" Wu Qingchen frowned slightly.

"So......" The little boy walked to Wu Qingchen's window: "Master Loharin, let me come over and help you fill in the beeswax at night." ”

"Huh?" Wu Qingchen didn't understand very well: "I'll sleep later, what beeswax do you add?" ”

"Uh......" The little boy's face immediately turned red.

"What do you mean?" Wu Qingchen didn't understand it even more.

"Master Loharin said you must understand."

As he spoke, the little boy added beeswax......

And then......

He took off his robe regardless and climbed into Wu Qingchen's bed.