At noon the next day after they arrived in Beijing, the cat master went to find Tang Wenwu alone, and Wang Xu fell into a very delicate state, that is, the legendary "idleness".

He wanted to walk the streets, but his image was so striking that he had to give up. He thought about going back to his room and getting some sleep, but he didn't get up until noon...... In desperation and boredom, Wang Xu wanted to ask Father Thomas if there was anything he needed help with.

Half an hour after he made this decision and implemented it, he deeply realized two words - remorse.

There are so many messes in this church, the attic has not been cleaned for a long time, the few leaks on the roof have been there for a long time, the paint on the wall has fallen off for a long time, and the chairs on this side have been broken for a long time......

Note that the word "for a long time" is at least measured in years.

Wang Xu came down this day, and basically did the work of the entire decoration team by himself, and it was the kind that was free of charge. He looked at the old priests, who were already a little inconvenient with their legs, and then at the fragile nuns. They all cast incomparably pure earnest eyes, full of gratitude and admiration. It is this kind of squinting eyes that urges Wang Xu to continue to dedicate his young labor force.

In the evening, when the cat came back, and when he and the foreigners in the church gathered around the table to pray for this dinner that God had given them, Wang Xu did not have half a piece of bread in his mouth. For he was now crouching on the roof, with a few nails in his mouth, and with his swollen thumb he was dancing with a hammer to beat.

Until the sun went down completely, Wang Xu finally returned to the church, he sat down on the first row of seats, looked at the tall statue in front of him, and said while panting: "Brother Jesus, the decoration of your house is really too bad, please show your spirit, throw a few professional repairmen down from the sky, how about helping my brother?" ”

Father Charles came from the side and said to the king: "My child, I thank you for all you have done today on behalf of your merciful Father. ”

Wang Xu smiled bitterly: "Hehe...... It doesn't matter, this little won't alarm his old man. ”

Father Charles smiled: "He will remember every good you do, child, the Lord is omnipresent." ”

"Hah...... Haha, that's ...... That's ......"

Father Charles left very kindly, and before leaving, he did not forget to leave a sentence: "By the way, you can do the rest of the work tomorrow, it is too late today, and you also need to rest." ”

Wang Xu's smile froze on his face, and he scolded in his heart: "! What do you mean, I should have been working in the starry night? ”

After the priest had floated in a dashing manner, the king looked up at his brother Jesus and said, "Lord, can you tell me if there is any way to escape the labor of tomorrow?" ”

Before he finished speaking, a large piece of the ceiling above his head fell, and I don't know if this building in disrepair was broken up by Wang Xu's amateur level of beating, or the "merciful" Heavenly Father was really merciful, in short, Wang Xu was smashed by this sudden smash, basically using this as a reason, tomorrow, oh no, he will lie in bed for half a month, and no one will say that he is lazy.

In the silence of the church, under a pile of rubble, a man struggled to stretch out an arm and raised a middle finger at the cross not far away......

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Three days later, it was a Sunday, that is, "Sunday", and Wang Xu's "injury" was miraculously healed on this day (in fact, he had rested enough).

Because there will be many believers coming to worship and listening to the priest's sermon today, Wang Xu wants to come out and see if he has any common language with this group of fake foreign devils in the eyes of others.

Unfortunately, all he saw was a group of yawning ruffians......

Some fell asleep or even snored while the pastor spoke, and the poor priest could only draw a cross with his hand and say, "Lord, forgive him." ”

Wang Xu shook his head and sighed, and such a picture appeared in his mind: a bald old monk in a certain temple looked at a disciple who was dozing off, and then sighed in a very compassionate tone: Amitabha, and then used the dragon claw hand, a yang finger, chrysanthemum remnants and other magic skills, beat his apprentice into a human shape, and finally returned to the appearance of a kind monk, and slowly said the sentence: Apprentice, this is also a good intention to be a teacher......

Driving the strange thoughts out of his thoughts, Wang Xu walked over to the snoring guy and patted him lightly on the shoulder, but the other party didn't wake up...... Wang Xu shook him twice, but he didn't wake up yet......

"Smack! Syllable! Two loud slaps rang out, and the guy fell to the ground. At 0.2 seconds after Wang Xu slapped his first big mouth, he was briefly awake, only Wang Xu's second slap followed, causing him to lose consciousness again......

Wang Xu carried the guy on his shoulders and threw him out of the church, and Father Charles was stunned, his brain was already a little short-circuited, and he didn't know how to react......

Wang Xu swaggered back and said three words in Mandarin with a straight tone and a full Beijing flavor: "Who else?!" ”

The sermon went so smoothly that the "devout" believers kept their eyes as big as bull's eyes, not daring to miss a word from the priest, and when the priest had finished speaking, they left the church in an orderly and quiet manner......

Wang Xu walked up to Father Charles: "Well, Father, I think I understand some of your excitement when we first met, and it seems that you really need a few right-hand men like me to help you 'propagate' the teachings. ”

Father Charles sighed, "Ah...... My child, you should not do this to them, you know, if a person sincerely repents, even in the moment before he goes to hell, the merciful God will accept them, and we must learn to be tolerant......"

Wang Xu smiled and said, "I will try my best to improve, Father...... So now, let's be honest and honest, my first question is, are these all the Great Puritans of the Church? ”

"Actually, there are many more, and I think they must have been unable to attend the service because of something." ”

"What? Something? What else could a ruffian do? Lying in the kiln exhausted and dying? Wang Xu asked rhetorically.

"Shut up, come here!" The cat master suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Wang Xu's back collar and lifted it out, he dragged Wang Xu while turning back to Father Charlie and said, "Father, let me teach this ignorant fellow, you don't have to worry about it." ”

When there was no one around, the cat master let go of Wang Xu: "What are you doing?" ”

"I'm just getting the good old guys to learn to be tougher."

"You idiot...... "Master Cat pressed one hand on his face, as if he was very embarrassed.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Are you a history student? More than ninety percent of the followers of the Western Religion in the Qing Dynasty were the kind of people you see today, don't you know? ”

"Huh?" Judging from the shape of Wang Xu's mouth that can swallow eggs, his blank eyes, and his stupid tone, he really doesn't know......

"Ignorance...... Do you know about extraterritoriality? Not only were the Western clergy of the church exempt from the Qing government, but ordinary Chinese believers were also able to obtain asylum from the church. Therefore, those parishioners do not believe in God at all, they just think that if they join the church, they will have the support of foreigners, and they can run rampant in the countryside, bully men and women, and they can not kneel when they see the officials. ”

"Isn't the church going to take care of these people with impure motives?" Wang Xu asked.

The cat master sneered: "Tube? Who do you let care? You see, the priests here can only endure the leaky roof, how can they care? Today, these people who come to listen to the sermon at least know how to walk around, and there are many things you haven't seen. The bad cultists in Shandong were basically in a state of lawlessness, and the local government did not dare to grudge with the foreigners at all, and allowed them to prey on the people, which directly led to the Boxer Rebellion ten years later. ”

Wang Xu nodded and said, "Oh, I know, it's just a group of invulnerable guys who ask God to come up......"

"Don't pull away from the topic, in short, this matter is not something you can manage, if you encounter a situation that is really invisible, you can intervene, but don't change the general direction of history, what we have to do now is to wait, and when Tang Wenwu is ready for everything, we can go back." If you have time to meddle with this kind of business, you might as well think about how our battle with Soulless will end. ”

Wang Xu said: "Then I'll try to keep a low profile......

The cat snorted coldly and walked away, in fact, he didn't believe in the so-called "low-key" at all, he just knew that it was useless to talk about it, just see what else this kid could do......