Chapter 109: Smuggling Tycoon Missionary
Hehe, the general can give this price, if it is usual, I will definitely sell it without saying a word. But...... Don't the generals want to work together for a long time? Think you can use these weapons to drive the soldiers of Jianguo back? The general raised five fingers, and Huang Xuan didn't know what the price he was asking for.
It's easy to say, it's easy to say, I'll add to six, how about how much I want in the future? Central Asian countries are rich in oil resources, and they are really rich, Huang Xuan sighed in his heart.
No problem, but I want gold! After thinking about it, Huang Xuan originally wanted to give his account number, but considering the huge amount, it would definitely be troublesome to convert it in the future, so it was better to ask for gold directly. Gold is a thing, first, it will not depreciate, and second, it is easy to trade.
I'll leave the things first, and in three days, I'll get the gold! The general's face showed embarrassment, if he said that he was taking money, I was afraid that if he was given half an hour, he would be able to directly hit Huang Xuan's account. However, gold will not be able to raise so much for a while. Huang Xuan also saw this, and directly threw out three days, and left the weapon first.
Readily! The general's beard trembled, and a smile appeared on his face.
Then we won't bother the general! Huang Xuan bowed his hand and took his leave. This is Central Asia, which is closer to the West. Huang Xuan didn't wait for gold in the military base because he wanted to go out and explore and see if he could find any information about the West.
The six of them left the military base, and the general directly sent an armored car to send Huang Xuan and the others to a safe place. In Central Asia, deserts are the majority, and cities are very small. However, Huang Xuan took a closer look, and it didn't matter how big the city was along the way
There will be a very strange building in the city, like those churches seen on TV.
Dragon Eleven, what do you think the church is for? Get off the armored car, here is a relatively large city. Although the country is at war, this city away from the flames of war is very calm. Standing in front of a church, Huang Xuan stopped.
Master, you don't know this, do you? There are similar churches like this in Huaxia, but now the customs are westernized, and even many people's weddings are held in this kind of place! Long Shiyi didn't speak, but Feng Chong said with disdain on his face.
Get out of the way, those in the Huaxia Church are some god sticks, cheating money! If you feel it carefully, there seems to be a different atmosphere in the church! Huang Xuan and the others stood at the door of the church. This church is larger than the one seen in Huaxia, and the outside of the church is all white, making it look solemn and holy. However, there was a strange aura faintly coming from the church, which was not the same as the internal strength of Huang Xuan and the others.
Young master, I have long heard that there are also monks in the West, similar to our martial arts. Are there Western monks in this? Long Shiyi frowned, and he also faintly felt the breath.
Now that we're here, let's go in and have a look! No one could say why, Huang Xuan decided to go in and have a look, to explore the truth and truth.
Walking into the church, the layout inside is definitely different from that of Huaxiaguo. The inside of the church is like a temple in China, but in the main hall is a person with curly hair and wings faintly visible behind him. The man had his hands crossed over his chest, as if he were holding a book.
It's weird here,
It was like the smell was coming from the statue! Feng Chong walked to the front of the statue, very strange, looking here and there.
May the brightness of the Lord bless you all, Amen! At this moment, a guy wrapped in a white robe came out of the church, made a few strange gestures with his hands on his chest, and then pressed to his chest, praying to the statue.
Ha ha! Master, did you hear me, he said let the Lord bless us! When Feng Chong heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
Are you not believers in the Lord? The white-robed cultist looked at Feng Chong with disgust.
I don't know who your Lord is, and what do I believe? Huang Xuan also smiled. He seemed to understand something, this church should be the church of the West. The man in the white robe should be a believer, that is, a missionary.
You are not allowed to insult the Lord, and you will be judged by the Lord! The believer's face was full of sincerity, and his mouth kept reading nonsense.
Is this your lord this guy? How many pairs of wings do you have? Feng Chong looked at the statue, and he finally saw clearly that the person had wings on his back, and there were several pairs, like dragonflies.
Oh, I see, the Lord they speak of is God. Haven't you heard of who the winged birdman is? Huang Xuan's eyes rolled, as if he had thought of something, and said with a smile.
You, you heretics! The disciple finally couldn't help but get angry, and the words of Huang Xuan and the others directly provoked the great god in his mind.
What's wrong with us? Isn't your God here? You told him to punish us! Feng Chong danced with his hands, and Huang Xuan came here to ask for it
Troublemakers. He wanted to see what was so special about the Western Church and what was their power.
Great Lord, please give me the strength to judge these heretics! Suddenly, the believer put his hands to his chest and prayed to the statue.
Hey? Huang Xuan was surprised, his face full of weirdness. The believers were praying, but the power on the statue began to fluctuate, as if it had been summoned by the believers, and attached itself to the believers.
In a short period of time, the sect disciple who was originally an ordinary person now had a faint white light flashing on his body, his face was full of sacredness, and his strength had probably reached the second-rate elementary level.
What's going on? Can you instantly improve your strength? Feng Chong was shocked now, he was originally an ordinary person, and he suddenly possessed the strength of a second-rate realm.
Judgment of Light! The believers did not know that there was an extra cross in their hands. Four words came out of his mouth, and the white light on the cross was magnificent, and a great power came from it. Then, the light on the cross turned into a white lightsaber and slashed towards Huang Xuan and the others.
The lightsaber was very wide, enveloping all six of Huang Xuan. For a while, several people only felt a powerful force coming from the top of their heads, and the power was full of light and righteousness.
Hum! Feng Chong stood at the forefront, although the power of the lightsaber was very strong. But Feng Chong is also a second-rate realm, and the Netherworld Fist method of the Wumen Sect he cultivated, his body was already stronger than ordinary people. With both hands clenched into fists, he blasted towards the lightsaber.
Bang! The lightsaber fell, and Feng Chong's fist happened to smash it over. With a bang, the white lightsaber was unexpectedly scattered by Feng Chong, and it was radiant. And Feng Chong was also that
The white glow was drowned out.
Feng Chong, are you alright? When the light dissipated, Feng Chong's figure was revealed. At this time, Feng Chong was not as chic as he was just now. There was a smell of burning, hair was curled, and clothes were in tatters, as if they had been burned by fire.
And the disciple over there also fell to the ground, his chest rising and falling violently, and the attack just now should be his limit.
It's okay, it's good that I have the power of Nether Fire in my body, otherwise I'm afraid I would have been melted by the lightsaber! Thinking about the situation just now, Feng Chong's face was full of shock. The lightsaber didn't look like much, but as soon as it came into contact, it was like sulfuric acid, corroding Feng Chong's body. If it weren't for the Netherfire in Feng Chong's body, I'm afraid it would really be carried here this time.
The church in the West is really strange, but you should be careful when you encounter it in the future, and you can't mess around! Long Eleven's sword dealt with the disciple, Huang Xuan touched his chin, this time he had a certain understanding of the church in the West.
Young Master, what happened just now? Long Shiyi also saw that Huang Xuan seemed to understand something, walked over, and asked very earnestly.
Do you know why these churches in the West are spread all over the world? Huang Xuan didn't answer directly, but asked a very strange question.
Because the source of the power of the Western church is very peculiar! Everyone shook their heads, not knowing how to answer Huang Xuan's question.
Master, don't sell it, tell us! Feng Chong is an anxious person, but he can't wait, especially when he suffered a secret loss just now. If you encounter Western believers in the future, you should be careful.
Their power is derived from the faith of mankind.
The statues inside the church are the place where the power of these beliefs is stored. When the cultists attacked, they used a certain method to turn these power of faith into their own use, which was also the reason why the cultist was able to become a second-rate master in an instant. Huang Xuan explained, although he didn't know what the reason was, but basically the key was to explain it clearly.
If it's outside, there's no place to borrow power, aren't those people just ordinary people? Yang Li didn't seem to understand how to understand, and asked.
Did you notice the cross? That is the medium through which the power of faith is transmitted! Huang Xuan hadn't made a move, he had been observing the sect's movements.
Well, in three days we will go and get the gold, and after getting the money, we will go to the West! This time the arms made Huang Xuan make a lot of money, and at least he was qualified to enter the auction.