He turned his head and walked back to the field to weed, until at twelve o'clock in the night, when he ran into Dursley, who were playing back and forth.

"I feel like I'm going to plow the land, and I'm not going to starve." Dursley said, shaking the mud off his hand.

"Oh, you're so nice." Smiling and nodding, they found the hoe in the earth and were about to leave, only to find a nun lying there.

"Ahh Heresy has attacked the nuns! Madres screamed and pointed to the nun on the ground.

"Be a little bit, when did you see a heresy not put on the plate?" "Look at the way this unfortunate nun looked just now, she must have stepped on your hoe." ”

"It's... It can't be like stepping on my hoe and stunning yourself, right? Dursley looked at the position of the hoe and walked over to the nun, and his body shook when he saw her face, and he looked nervously at Maser and Madrids, "She had a lot of blood on her face. ”

"It doesn't matter, the hoe can't kill anyone, carry her back to the restaurant, and we'll leave the rest alone." Teaser said.

"Who's back?" Dursley asked.

"Your hoe is naturally your back." Teaser smiled.

"Okay." Without hesitation, Dursley carried the nun on his back.

The nun seemed to wake up and moved on Dursley's back, but then fell into peace, and she did not move as Dursley placed her on the dining-room chair, until they went upstairs and heard the faint sound of cold air gasping downstairs.

The next morning, when they got up and called Dursley to dinner, they saw the two men with bitter faces, and inquired only to learn that they had pulled the weeds too hard the previous night, and their fingers were swollen.

"Do you think the curator will ask us to stop writing classics today because of our injuries?" Madrids asked with a frown.

"Don't think nonsense, even if you don't have hands, he can let you write with your feet, and if you don't have your feet, you can write with your mouth, practice." Interrupting their fantasies, "Get up, it's time to eat." ”

The two of them came to the dining room to pray and eat with their heads down, and they studied astronomy all morning, and when the class ended, two monks walked over, looked at the silent Yang Se and asked, "Did you encounter anything last night?" ”

"I met a nun who was playing for the night." He replied.

"Nun?" The monk asked, "Are you sure it's not a witch?" ”

"How can someone in a nun's dress be mistaken." "A mouthful of garlic tasted right and she stepped on our hoe, and we sent her back to the restaurant together." ”

"Well, you're really kind-hearted." The corners of the monk's mouth twitched.

"This is the most fundamental thing of a monk." Teaser smiled.

At noon, when he was eating, he looked at the nuns, and sure enough, there was a nun with a bag on her forehead there, and when she saw her eyes, she immediately carried the bread basket and walked out.

When he went to the library, as he thought, the curator did not let Dursley go to them, and the copying was not counted, and the writing could not be neat because of the pain, and it was not easy for the person who was about to enter the central church, and the librarian would recite and give opinions according to the books he had read in the afternoon.

“... When our Son of God is tempted by the third temptation of the devil in the wilderness, he tempts him to bow down to the Son of God with the glory of the world, and he replies to him with authoritative Bible verses, worshipping the Lord your God, and serving Him alone..."

Before dinner, Dursley and the others reluctantly submitted a copy of the scriptures, and the curator memorized a passage according to the curator's request, and the curator who listened was very satisfied, and he asked, "Although you are a one-fingered devil, will you bow down when you walk on earth and meet the king of the world?" ”

"No, it won't." Said categorically.

"And what if he has a sword in his hand and makes a motion to slash you?" The curator asked again.

"Then it's not a question of worshipping or not, that's a matter of us cutting each other." Masturbation replied.

"Good." The curator smiled, "Remember the God in your heart." ”

"Follow the instructions of the curator." He nodded, then looked at the curator and asked, "Does the monastery have a tradition of dissuading them from being unmotivated?" I would also like to ask the curator to clarify his doubts. ”

"Interfering with their practice has never been allowed, and it has never happened before, and it was all misinterpreted by the monks in disguise based on hearsay, and arrogance has since grown, believing that others are not worthy of obtaining the inheritance of St. Quinn Lina, and there have even been cases of acting as heretics to scare their companions." The curator said with a frown.

"Looks like you all know, so why not stop it?" Ask.

"This can be regarded as a kind of test in practice, after all, not all monks will encounter heresy, and their choices and thoughts in the face of heresy can make them realize their own shortcomings." Curator said.

"It seems to you that it is the same thing to pretend to be a heretic and scary person to break a boulder on the chest of the monks and step on a nail board to exercise their will." He exclaimed slightly, "It's really informal." ”

"If you have God in your heart, you can do it without blasphemy." The curator replied.

"It's much better than the dogma of the church." Hearing this, he nodded and said.

After dinner, the two of them carried the hoe and walked to the plough, today the two of them did not dare to use their hands to pick, now even the hand holding the hoe hurts, so they all suspect that the horse has planted the land before, and knows the fate of pulling weeds and pulling the soil.

"I said it was because I had an injury on my hand." "You see I'm covered in wounds." ”

"Well, got it, let's just do more." As he spoke, Madridis began to weed forward, but stopped halfway through the hoe, and switched places with Dursley and turned back.

"Why did you come back halfway through the hoe?" He asked, seeing the two people walking opposite each other.

The two of them stood up when they heard this, and then raised their hoes and slammed them down.

"When~" The two hoes were blocked by the hoes that were raised in an instant, he looked at the two and frowned, "What did you rush to?" ”

The two of them turned a deaf ear when they heard this, but shouted and raised their hoes and continued to smash towards the sasser, and the slap retreated again and again, and the two rushed up after them.

With two clicks, Madrius and Dursley were knocked unconscious, and fell motionless to the ground, and walked towards their way back with their hoes, when they saw a figure lying on the grass, and when they saw Masturbation coming, they got up, and then stared at Masturbation with a pair of reflective eyes, and recited a low incantation in their mouths.

"Smack~" Yang Se walked over and squatted down to slap the figure, directly interrupting her spell, and then frowned and asked, "There should be a degree of heresy, they almost hit me just now, do you know?" ”

The figure sitting on the ground was obviously stunned, and the first time she saw this situation, she was silent for two seconds before chanting the incantation again in a deep voice, and then slapping her backhand again.

"What about you, yesterday I kindly sent you back to the house, why did you come back today?" She stared into her eyes and said, and then she saw that her bright eyes seemed to overflow with tears.

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