It is less than 100 meters away from the church, and it takes less than a few minutes to walk to the front of the church. Perhaps because it was getting dark, the church at this time was unusually quiet, and even the doors were ajar.

When the fat man and I walked in, we saw a devout believer in the huge church, half-kneeling on the mat, as if praying for something to the statue in front of him.

Across the statue in front of us are two men. One man was half-lying on the ground, his chest and back bare, his hands struggling to push upwards, while another man held a long thorn in both hands and stabbed straight into the heart of the man lying on the ground.

The fat man with an artistic appreciation on his face sighed, and said: "There is a difference between the aesthetics of foreigners and us, what's the use of getting this out of the church, if you want me to say, put a statue of a beautiful woman, it will definitely attract more people than now", realizing my disbelieving gaze, the fat man crooked his mouth and said with an evil smile: "Xiao Ke, you still don't believe it." Beauty is also a kind of great love, Buddhism is not a cloud ......, how did that sentence come about, let me think about it."

Seeing the fat man scratching his ears and cheeks, thinking painfully, I smiled and hurriedly walked to the side, only to see that on the shelf next to it, there was a piece of paper pasted on it, if I guessed correctly, it should be the explanation of this statue, and under the paper there is a sentence drawn out independently, which seems to be very important. It's a pity that it's all written in French, so I can't read it at all.

The fat man staggered over, didn't think of the words that were very educational to him, and looked very sad, and after seeing my helpless expression, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”。

I pointed to the paper next to me, which was full of French, and the fat man's eyes suddenly rolled, and he smiled at the pious believer next to him, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Hey, brother, do me a favor," the fat man bent down and patted the kneeling disciple on the shoulder, and the disciple suddenly stood up and looked at us with a confused expression. The fat man hurriedly pulled the disciple, stood in front of the piece of paper, pointed to it, and said, "Excuse me, explain to us." By the way, he doesn't seem to understand Chinese either."

Looking at the confused believer, the fat man suddenly came to his senses, hurriedly gathered in front of the paper, made gestures out, and saw that the believers did not react at all, the fat man suddenly became anxious, took out a piece of law banknotes, and shouted: "Money, do you know?" You, now, give us, explain, and this bill will be yours".

Under our astonished gaze, the disciple snatched the money from the fat man's hand, spread his legs, and ran outside, and by the time the fat man and I came to our senses, the disciple had already disappeared without a trace.

"Grandma's, don't you believe in money, you can't help, you can't see the money at all, and I'm more ** than the fat man" The fat man said, standing with me on the paper full of French, with big eyes to small eyes.

At this time, a gust of wind blew from behind.

It felt like something was over. I turned around and was half frightened, only to see that behind us, at some point, there was one more person, a foreigner dressed in black, dressed like the priest I had seen on television.

"Hello two friends, my name is Huali, a French beauty, and I have been a priest for many years" Father Huali in front of him, his eyes were unusually deep, revealing endless vicissitudes, with a smile on his face, looking straight at us, looking unusually kind. To my surprise, this Huali not only looks extraordinary on the outside, but also speaks Chinese fluently.

Hello! Still immersed in surprise, I suddenly came to my senses, and politely shook Huali's hand in front of me, and was surprised to find that Huali's hand was abnormally slippery, which was obviously not what he should have at his age.

"Xiao Ke, what's wrong with you?" The fat man touched me, and I realized that I had not let go of the hand holding Huali, and immediately smiled apologetically, "You just said that you are a French beauty, that's great."

It's really full of spring and can't be closed, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

I was so moved that I led him straight to the piece of paper written in French, and said, "I beg Fr. Warry to help us explain what is going on."

Said it all! Huali smiled, glanced at the paper a few times, and explained to us: "The two humanoid statues that the two friends have seen, their names are Bonaparte, Bagu. According to the above explanation, in order to forcibly occupy the throne of the great prince Bonaparte, his cousin Bagu killed Bonaparte with his own hands".

I see. I looked at the two humanoid statues in front of me, and some images suddenly came to mind. "By the way, what does that last sentence mean?" I pointed to a phrase in French that was specifically marked on the hair.

"This is a sentence that the great prince Bonaparte said before his death: When the blood pours into the holy stone, the dawn shines into the darkness, and justice finally triumphs over evil" Speaking of this, Huali went straight to his sleeve, and when he took it out, an extra photo suddenly appeared on his palm, "Meeting with two friends is fate, I hope this photo can bring some help to the two." As he spoke, before I could answer, Father Huali walked straight outside, and when I reacted and followed me to the door, there was no half a figure around, and Father Huali seemed to have jumped out of a stone.

What is it! Let me take a look! The fat man walked over and took the picture from my hand, and my gaze was unnaturally attracted to it, only to see a wind chime in the dim light on the photo. It was a wind chime with five bells hanging from it, and each bell had something engraved on it.

The fat man, who was bored, shoved the photo into my arms at once, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What does the priest mean, the photo that we sent us from the garbage heap I don't know from is really a treasure!" Let's not do anything practical, just tell me where the entrance is! ”。

After hearing what the fat man said at the end, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in my mind, and my eyes shone directly on the marked sentence: When the blood pours into the holy stone, the dawn shines into the darkness, and the good triumphs over evil after all!

Right! That's it! I took the purple stone out of my pocket, and the frightened fat man suddenly waved his hand at me, puzzled: "Xiao Ke, what's wrong with you?" ”。

I shook the purple stone in front of me, "If I am not mistaken, the purple stone in my hand is the holy stone in Bonaparte's mouth, you will know it when you try it." At this point, I can't afford to hesitate. I bit straight down on my index finger, and the blood that fell down suddenly fell onto the purple stone.

The seemingly ordinary stone suddenly turned into a dazzling light, stabbing me, I couldn't help but block my eyes with my hand, and when the light disappeared and the surroundings were dark, I and the fat man looked at each other, each saw each other's shock, everything in front of me changed, we are now in another place, it is very likely that this is the secret passage of the church. (To be continued.) )