"Chen, where did you go just now? You disappeared in the blink of an eye."
"It's too big," Chen Zhao said. "I got lost."
"Mr. Chen, it's indeed easy to get lost here. Also, this place isn't completely open. Some places are off-limits to tourists, so we should be careful and not wander around randomly."
"I know." Chen Zhao nodded.
It wasn't just because of its long history that this place could become a sanctuary.
It was also because of the precious art treasures here.
Someone had once done an evaluation of St. Peter's Cathedral.
Putting aside the historical value of the main structure of St. Peter's Cathedral.
Just the sculptures, murals, statues, and many other artworks were worth more than 50 billion dollars.
Chen Zhao couldn't appreciate these artworks, but he could appreciate their value.
Unfortunately, none of them belonged to him.
If Chen Zhao didn't have so much money and had his current power …
He probably wouldn't be able to resist killing people and robbing them.
This place was a huge treasure trove.
And it was right in front of everyone.
Chen Zhao didn't plan on wandering around randomly.
Chen Zhao could feel an indistinct aura in this place.
They must've sensed his aura too.
Chen Zhao didn't plan on starting a war with the top religion in the world for now.
The consequences of starting a war with the Vatican might not be much better than starting a war with the American government.
It might be even worse.
It was better for Chen Zhao to keep his distance.
He'd seen it today, even though he didn't gain anything.
But at least he could brag to others in the future.
He'd been to St. Peter's Cathedral before.
Instead of calling it a cathedral, it was more like a majestic and extravagant palace.
At the same time, it was the most representative work of the European Renaissance.
Michelangelo had poured all his artistic cells into this sanctuary.
Of course, it wasn't completely out of his passion for art.
Most of the time, Michelangelo couldn't control himself.
But this still couldn't erase the fact that this was a great human treasure trove.
After leaving St. Peter's Cathedral, Chen Zhao saw St. Peter's Square that could hold 300,000 people.
He could even feel the aura of believers in the square.
With a spiritualist like him standing here, the aura was especially obvious.
It was as if he was among hundreds of thousands of believers.
He could feel the sincerity and sincerity from the believers.
This was religion. Religion brought hope to believers and led people to do good, while believers gave back their faith to religion.
This was the religion and doctrine recognized by modern people.
The teachings of evil cults brought destruction and death. There was a fundamental difference.
This was also the reason why most people could not tolerate the existence of evil cults.
Chen Zhao didn't like standing here.
To put it simply, Chen Zhao was a heretic.
Chen Zhao didn't dislike the Church, but he wouldn't believe it either.
Chen Zhao's family basically didn't have any complete believers.
There were many tourists in the square.
Chen Zhao turned around and glanced at St. Peter's Cathedral one last time. He could feel a few gazes on the high wall in the other direction.
Chen Zhao followed the gaze and saw a few cultivators in priest robes standing on the high wall.
They were staring at Chen Zhao. There was no hostility or other emotion.
As if he was examining Chen Zhao, Chen Zhao returned his gaze.
"Mr. Chen, what do you think of this place?"
"Huihong." Chen Zhao said calmly, "But it doesn't fit in with the culture and beliefs I've been exposed to since I was young. I respect it, but it doesn't affect me too much."
Chen Zhao tried to speak in a tone that wouldn't make people feel disgusted. He was just stating a fact.
Chen Zhao was more inclined to Taoism. After all, it was a local religion in China.
Moreover, Chen Zhao had more contact with Taoism.
Chinese Buddhism had been passed down for thousands of years and had become a local religion.
However, Chen Zhao hadn't come into contact with Buddhists, so he couldn't guess from his own perspective.
Of course, Chen Zhao's feelings about Buddhism were similar to the Church.
Buddhism's teachings were also to lead people to do good, but there were some rules that Chen Zhao couldn't follow.
To Chen Zhao, not eating meat and not getting close to women was too inhumane.
This was also Chen Zhao's biggest prejudice against Buddhism. He didn't have any other problems.
As for the fact that some temples in China took in a bunch of fake monks to collect money, Chen Zhao didn't comment.
With Chen Zhao's shallow understanding of Buddhism, there were actually some temples that upheld their own beliefs and teachings.
Preaching was their responsibility. These monks would build bridges and pave the way. They would also accumulate virtue and do good deeds.
In times of natural disasters, they would donate money and contribute as much as they could.
So, no matter which religion it was, there were two sides to it.
No one could use a single incident or example to slander or reject a religion.
You could choose not to believe in it, but don't insult it.
This was because religion was sacred to people who believed in it.
The car drove slowly. Chen Zhao leaned against the window.
He quietly looked at the street outside the window.
The scenery was full of medieval style.
However, there were also some things that Chen Zhao didn't like.
Buying luxury goods in Italy was very troublesome.
Fali bought some luxury goods that cost hundreds of dollars. They couldn't be bought directly and taken away.
The shop had to file taxes first, and then the tax bureau would give an approval.
After a day or two, the shop would call again and ask if they still wanted to buy the goods.
Chen Zhao had never seen such a way of doing business.
Italian luxury goods were popular all over the world, but they weren't very popular in China. This was mostly because of their business model.
This greatly dampened the customers' enthusiasm.
Most of the time, buying luxury goods depended on the impulse of the moment.
After that, they would lose interest in the goods.
At noon, Oliver Lerby arranged a high-end restaurant for Chen Zhao's family.
Here, Chen Zhao met his "old acquaintances" again, Zhang Yi and Li Youjia.
The two also saw Chen Zhao, but they didn't approach him. They just nodded from afar as a greeting.
"What a pity. Such an excellent man already has a wife and a kid," Li Youjia said regretfully.
"How is he excellent? I think he's just average-looking. He's just a bit rich."
"Conversation, taste, wealth, knowledge, and experience are all standards to evaluate a man. In China, he's already an excellent man. What more do you want?"
"But he already has a family. That alone wipes out all his good points." Zhang Yi pouted. She was still brooding about the time she'd tried to hook up with Chen Zhao but was rejected.
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