Before arriving in Macau, Zhou Qingfeng had a lot of ideas.
For example, seeing injustice on the road, helping out?
For example, meeting a greedy businessman, exchanging a few glass beads for gold?
For example, a noble girl wandering in a foreign land waiting for the kind-hearted Master Zhou to rescue her?
All these contained a bit of romantic reverie, but the result was to see the prelude to the armed colonization of East Asia by Western countries. This was 1617, and Macau had been occupied by the Portuguese for more than half a century. This occupation would last for nearly four hundred years before it would end.
Thinking about Latin America in the future, a large number of mixed-race people, the original Indians, Mayans, and Aztecs had all died out. Thinking about the Philippines in the future, a sea of Spanish descendants, where were the indigenous people? They had died out long ago.
Our civilization could survive completely because of the deep accumulation of our ancestors.
When Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the gate of St. Paul's Church, waves of willpower attacked him like a raging wave. This strong exclusionary willpower was completely different from the inclusive and implicit willpower of the Han civilization in his body. In the face of this ideological battle, the thousands of words in his heart only turned into one word – Do it!
Near St. Paul's Church was St. Garzasi Hospital, and on the other side was St. Paul's College. These were the religious institutions of the Portuguese colonial invasion. They were more ruthless than swords and guns, and could change the history, beliefs, and culture of a people unknowingly over time.
Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of the church for a while, and Guo Jiao was frightened by the turbulent willpower confrontation in his body. The surrounding environment seemed to be a quiet street scene before nightfall, but she could feel the strength of the confrontation like a raging wave. The power of each impact was comparable to the competition of a super ninth-level spell. Ordinary people could not understand the danger, but she understood the power.
The impact of willpower lasted for about a quarter of an hour, and the turbulent willpower gradually subsided. The statue of the Virgin Mary in the church suddenly cracked, and the statue's eyes began to bleed. Drop by drop, the blood fell on the holy communion cup in front of the table, making a dripping sound.
There were a few priests in the church who were praying, and they were stunned by this shocking scene. They gathered together in a panic to discuss it, and soon began to pray with great uneasiness. Finally, they discussed whether it was some kind of omen. After discussing for a while, they felt that it should be the Virgin Mary giving a warning that demons were invading this sacred residence.
The priests quickly decided to inform the whole city about this phenomenon, and discussed whether they should gather all the believers for a grand mass. While they were panicking like ants on a hot pan, Zhou Qingfeng stood at the entrance of the church with Guo Jiao in the last rays of the sunset.
"Do any of you understand Chinese?" Zhou Qingfeng's voice echoed in the church.
The terrified priests turned their heads, only then did they see Zhou Qingfeng's long shadow under the afterglow. The latter's back was facing the light, and he was completely engulfed in darkness. The priests had just been scared half to death by the incident of Our Lady's Tears of Blood. Seeing such a person appear out of nowhere, they screamed in fear. Someone directly shouted the word 'Satan'.
"Who can tell me, is there a slave trader in this city? Or is there a merchant who can sell horses? "Zhou Qingfeng asked again. He had just won in the power of will duel. The collective consciousness of tens of thousands of believers in Macau was attached to the crucifixion in the church, forming an unconscious spirit body. It was directly crushed and obliterated by Zhou Qingfeng, who had millions of prayers behind him.
The priests were like headless flies, shouting and running around. Most of them only knew Cantonese, and they could not understand Zhou Qingfeng's Mandarin with a northern accent. They even regarded this deep and thick language as blasphemy and felt their hearts palpitate. To put it bluntly, they were scaring themselves.
"I met a bunch of fools." Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said to Guo Jiao helplessly.
"They seem to be scared by you." Guo Jiao was also surprised by this scene.
On the other hand, 'Flat Hair' unceremoniously spread his wings and flew around the church. He landed on the head of a priest and pecked him a few times. He asked, "Hey, I'm asking you a question. Where can I buy a beautiful horse? Do you see the old man at the door? He has money in his pocket and wants to buy two kinds of horses. One that rides during the day, and one that rides at night. "
The dark and swarthy 'Flat Hair' was simply a bird of hell. The priests were so scared that they covered their heads and fled in all directions. Zhou Qingfeng could only turn his head to Guo Jiao and sighed, "We'll deal with these guys later. It's dark now. Let's find a place to stay. "
Guo Jiao nodded and followed Zhou Qingfeng out of the church.
For unfamiliar places, Zhou Qingfeng did not rush to stay in any hotels or taverns. He searched for a long time and found that the location of the skylight at the top of St. Paul's Church was actually quite good. The view was good, the air was airy, and there was no one to disturb them. He easily climbed up and placed the tent instrument on the platform of the skylight. This would be their accommodation for the night. 'Flat Hair' would stand guard outside the tent.
But before entering the tent, Guo Jiao suddenly lowered her head and said shyly, "I want to find a place to relieve myself."
That's true … Everything on the roof of this church was good except for the fact that there was no place to relieve herself.
"Just find a place." Zhou Qingfeng pointed at the empty skylight, "I promise I won't look. You can let 'Flat Hair' keep an eye on it." After saying that, he went into the tent to show his noble character and unquestionable integrity.
Guo Jiao said to 'Flat Hair', "Keep an eye on this bad guy," and turned to find a place to relieve herself. She could not relieve herself on the roof in broad daylight, so she went into the church through the skylight. After a while, she adjusted her clothes and pants and ran back. After a while, she went into the tent. But when she went in, Zhou Qingfeng came out and asked 'Flat Hair'.
"Where did your lady go to relieve herself just now?"
"What are you doing?"
"I want to relieve myself too."
"She's gone inside."
Zhou Qingfeng also opened the skylight and went into the church. He found a puddle of water left by Guo Jiao between the wooden beams of the dome. He felt that this place was really good, so he took off his pants to relieve himself. When he came back with satisfaction, he saw Guo Jiao coming out of the tent again. She raised her finger and shushed him.
"What now?" Zhou Qingfeng lowered his voice and tiptoed to Guo Jiao's side.
Guo Jiao was lying in front of the glass window of the skylight, slightly poking her head out to look down. She stretched out her finger and pointed to the inside of the church, signaling for him to be quiet. Zhou Qingfeng also went over and leaned close to Guo Jiao. He could smell a light fragrance that was like orchid and musk wafting into his nose. He wanted to flirt and ask, 'Why does sister smell so good?', but Guo Jiao pointed downwards in surprise and said in a low voice, "Someone's coming."
It wasn't just someone, there was a big wave of people.
The few priests who just escaped ran to the nearby St. Paul College and called for help. Dozens of people raised large crosses and chanted the name of the Virgin Mary. They lined up neatly and returned to the church. Among them, there were more than ten priests who had extremely high cultivation. It seemed that the West also had a corresponding training system in terms of personal strength.
Zhou Qingfeng and Guo Jiao very tacitly used their own spells to hide their breath. They were waiting to see how the priests under the dome of the church were going to deal with this "demon invasion" incident. But Zhou Qingfeng thought too highly of those priests. Their cultivation was not bad, but it was the first time they saw the holy statue bleeding from its eyes.
The priests were all talking at once. In the beginning, the argument of "demon invasion" was more popular. But to admit that demons came into the church, wouldn't that mean that the priests had to admit that their many years of preaching the gospel of God were a complete failure? Thus, another theory appeared …
This is a miracle!
This is the holy blood!
This is the Lord's praise and reward for us to open up the Far East.
Only those who are the most devout to the Lord have the right to enjoy it.
The few old priests in front of the crucifixion statue were getting more and more excited. They kept shouting and waving their hands, which caused the other priests to cheer even louder, shaking the entire dome of the church. Outside the skylight, Zhou Qingfeng and Guo Jiao couldn't understand what these foreign devils were shouting, but they could roughly understand that they were turning the bad thing into a good thing.
The two were enjoying the show, but Guo Jiao suddenly poked Zhou Qingfeng and pointed at a string of water droplets that kept falling from the dome. She whispered in shock, "What is that?"
"Oh … it's your urine." Zhou Qingfeng said with a smile.
Guo Jiao was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. She hugged her head and kept shaking it. "No, no, I … it's just a little bit, really just a little bit."
"Then I peed a lot more, so I increased the amount." Zhou Qingfeng continued to laugh.
Guo Jiao hurriedly raised her head and threw a heavy punch at him. The two of them fought silently outside the skylight. They wanted to see who was more powerful, but they also wanted to be completely silent. They were making a great deal of noise, and the church was in an uproar. A group of priests prayed loudly to the Virgin Mary statue that was crying tears of blood, and then carefully picked up the cup that contained the 'Holy Blood'.
Not much blood flowed out of the eyes of the Virgin Mary statue, and even less dripped into the cup below. The priest who saw this scene before went forward to pick up the 'Holy Grail', and found that since he left, there was a lot more liquid in the cup — and there was an indescribable smell.
This must be the breath of the Holy Jehovah.
It was so strong, so great, so tearful.
Really!
Just a sniff, and I guarantee that your understanding of Jesus will enter a more detached, more ethereal, and more soul-touching state. This was a path of advancement that had never existed before.
And if you want to have a more devout faith in the Holy Father, the Holy Son, and the Holy Spirit, why not …
The man and woman who were fighting on the skylight shamefully hugged each other in the end. Guo Jiao twisted her body, and found that she could not break free at all, so she could only give up. She pouted and angrily turned her head to continue watching the tricks in the church.
"What are those guys doing?"
"I don't know."
"You peed on the statue of God."
"Yours too."
"No, just a little bit."
"I clearly saw a big puddle of water."
"You bad guy, I'm going to kill you."
The man and woman on the skylight continued to fight, and the priests in front of the Virgin Mary statue drank the holy blood in the Holy Grail amidst their prayers. Everyone who drank it said to the next person with a weird expression, "This holy blood is really f * cking delicious, I feel like I'm closer to God after drinking it. You can't miss it, come and try it. "
Before drinking, the priests were all happy …
After drinking, they all became solemn …
Until the last believer, who was very young, drank a mouthful, spat and scolded, "This is obviously …, sob sob sob."
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