A year ago.

Venice, a water city in northeastern Italy, has a great waterway that runs through the entire bustling city.

Meandering waters, clear waves.

The beautiful scenery of Venice is unobstructed, the buildings are majestic and magnificent, and there are as many as 100 bell towers and churches.

If you take a closer look, you will find that there are a lot of oriental elements, and the top of the white church often has golden auspicious cloud patterns, black bird patterns, and angels have changed from the original strange shape to similar to the appearance of a birdman with wings.

Some of these birdmen have three eyes, some snake tails, and some dragon heads, and there is nothing unsuitable for the people here, because for a long time, angels were also strangely shaped.

There was a faint sound of prayer in the church.

"Blessed be the Lord of the vast and boundless sky, the Father of the vast earth, the Emperor Star who presides over the stars, and the God of the Heavens who presides over all things. And all the earth shall worship Thee, sing praises to Thee, and sing praises to Thee. ……”

In the domed building on the other side, a short-haired old man dressed in the costume of a European nobleman, holding a red wine in his hand, savoring it.

Opposite was a long-haired man with black hair and black eyes, just like the ancient Romans, who was also wearing a European costume with a short hem.

This garment was particularly popular in the Republic of Venice, and was invented by Esijous for convenience, also known as the tuxedo.

"Mr. Wang, we're going to leave in a few days, and you can't wait to go back." Asiru laughed.

"Yes, I have been away from China for many years, and I don't know what my homeland has become." Wang Qi sighed.

Both of them were a little embarrassed.

At the beginning, Ai Xiru's idea was a little too simple, and after being in China for many years, he forgot how exclusive the monotheistic religion was.

I thought that with the amulet and the armor horse, I could preach by performing miracles, but I didn't expect the Holy See to declare that he was a devil, and he was bewitched by the devil and used witchcraft, so he deprived himself of his religious membership.

If it weren't for the twelve disciples led by Wang Qi desperately saving each other, I'm afraid Ai Xiru would have died long ago.

Later, Esiru reviewed it and felt that it was impossible to go up the upper route, the Holy See was too corrupt, and even the position of bishop was dared to be sold in the most corrupt period, let alone the eleventh tax indulgence.

They have already become vested interests, not to mention miracles, I am afraid that the book of the covenant will have to be nailed up again by them.

If you can't criticize your thoughts, then you should criticize with weapons and your own standards.

The upper echelons have their own standards, and it is difficult for them to join, so it is better to reformulate them.

Today's Italy has been depressed due to corruption and war, and the taxes of the Holy See and some nobles have made the people miserable.

The flame of reform was brewing in people's hearts, and if it was Xu Xuan, he would definitely know that in the future there would be great changes in Europe, from religion to other fields.

Ai Siru didn't know, but he accurately grasped the outlet.

Three days later, three galleons docked in port.

As supplies continued to be transported and soldiers were on standby, Asiru came to the port with his men.

The soldiers looked with reverence at the old man in front of them, the messenger of the Eastern sage, the governor of the Republic of Venice, the great sacrificial wine of Europe of the pure White Emperor, the leader who saved the people from fire and water, the bearer of the fire that brought about the new things of the East, and the founder of the Venetian trade routes.

Following him was Wang Qi, the marshal of the 30,000 Venice Holy Cult Army.

It was they who resolved the war, brought the Dharma, and repelled the Ottoman invasion.

Esiru greeted the parishioners, and some of the devout believers were eager to kneel down and kiss his boots.

Venice occupies the northern part of Italy, has a prosperous business and a strong military, and is a republic to be reckoned with.

"This is the tinder."

No matter how much the southern Holy See slandered, claiming to be engaged in witchcraft and demagoguery, they could never explain why the "devils" like Esiru did better than them. Abolish the tithes tax, ban indulgences, and advocate seclusion and non-interference in secular power by the Holy See.

Moreover, they are still under the banner of God, and they do not oppose the European tradition.

One is advanced, the other is backward; One open, one closed; One rich, one poor. There is no imaginary evil witchcraft, and there is no legendary blasphemy and slander, generally as long as the brain is normal, you basically know who to choose.

The strange thing is that since the White Emperor Sect controlled more than one million people, few people have mentioned the devil's words.

Had it not been for the inertia of thousands of years of customs, the Republic of Venice would have been able to expand as if it were a conqueror.

"Huaxia, I'm here." Approaching the promised land of his heart, Asiru was filled with excitement.

Craftsmen, books on mathematics and geometry, and some occult materials were carried to the ship, accompanied by ten disciples, three hundred sergeants, and cannons on board, so there was basically no problem in going to China.

"Canaan, after I leave, Venice depends on you." Asiru said to his descendants and the other two disciples.

"Yes!"

Soon, everything was put in order, and Esiru was not in a hurry to get on the boat, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a long time, a carriage slowly drove up.

A blonde and blue-eyed young man got out of the car, and the most conspicuous thing about the young man was the shoehorn face.

There was also a carriage in the back, and down came an archbishop, and the knights beside him.

"Lord Leopold, Bishop Ferry."

"Mr. Esiru, we meet again." Shoehorn-faced Leopold greeted affectionately.

The corners of Bishop Ferry's mouth moved, and he was about to mock, but finally he slowed down and greeted him.

Ai Xiru has done a good job, and there is a tendency to become the hegemon of the region, and if he "turns back" in time, there are many people in the Holy See who are willing to praise him.

"Remember to say hello to His Majesty the Emperor on my behalf another day." Asiru said with a shoehorn face.

"Father is also very concerned about you."

The White Emperor Sect does not interfere with secular regulations, which simply hit the pain point of the monarch of this era, so it is greatly respected by the HRE Empire.

Although the HRE basically has no strength in this era, and there are hundreds of principalities and marquis states in the territory, what Ai Xiru wants is righteousness.

"Come, get on the boat, get on the boat first."

Esiru warmly beckoned everyone to board the boat.

This time, in addition to Esiru's own people, there were also the representative of the Holy See in the south, Ferry of the Holy See, the second son of Emperor Leopold, and some religious figures in the Holy Lorrain.

They mainly investigated, Venice's combat power could not be ignored, the rules were dead, and the people were alive, so the policy also changed from confrontation to co-optation.

Set sail, the blue sea is clear.

The ships left their hometowns, and some people went to China in their minds.

"Is there really a god in the East?" Leopold asked.

"Yes, Master Xu Xuantian is the only true god in the world, a messenger who walks on behalf of the heavens, an immortal and immortal feather man, and you will know when the time comes."

"I'm looking forward to it." Leopold was skeptical.

The main thing that won their trust was Aisiru's ability to resist arrows and muskets.

As the spell ran out, some voices questioning that it was magic came out again.

The twelve great disciples are very strong, but it is not enough for them to feel magical, and the Holy See also has holy knights, and their combat power is only a little worse than that of the twelve great disciples.

Ferry muttered, "I hope you don't get carried away by witchcraft." ”

The Holy See has developed for many years, and its logic is flawless.

Therefore, Ferry never believed in the existence of a god in his heart, and it was still in the Far East.

"We'll see." Asiru smiled, and there was something different in his smile.

If there are stubborn people, he will let them know what the truth is.

When there was only one person in the White Emperor Sect, they scolded themselves as devils and wanted to burn themselves.

And when there were a thousand of them, they called themselves infidels, and sent troops against them.

If there are millions, tens of millions...... What they should call themselves, it goes without saying.

The ship sailed to the mysterious East.