Just when Fang Bingsheng was sad, he heard a loud thud of the pulpit platform, pulling Fang Bingsheng back to reality from the past and the sadness of the death of the gods. He raised his head in shock and saw that Wang Xintai had already put on his robe, stomping the wooden platform with anger on his face, waving a piece of paper in his hand.

Because of his anger, his nose was wrinkled and his glasses were pushed on the bridge of his nose, and Wang Xintai, with a twisted face, pointed to the paper in his hand and shouted loudly: "I must say that the headline report in the Christian Post "30 Years of Christians in the City" is all Satan's nonsense, it is to apply makeup to foreigners and take away all the credits of us loyal servants who silently serve God!

However, even if this report is renamed "30 Years of the American Southern Church", it is still a false witness! There is no God's manifestation of the will of the Song Dynasty, no analysis of Caesar's worship and political dependence, and no explanation of these churches replicate the structure of Catholicism and attempt to capture the souls of our Christians. This is Satan's trick, not a record of the rise of God's power in the Song Dynasty. May my brother repent!"

Fang Bingsheng was stunned by this statement: Why did Wang Xintai suddenly attack the Southern American Church? These major churches are basically localized and have extremely loose organizational structures. This is why they are labeled as foreigners and Catholics?

But Wang Xintai's words later made Fang Bingsheng understand. He yelled: "This kind of Christian newspaper has eyes growing on the forehead! Why don't you write about Shiligou? Do you look down on me? I was the first to preach here, and I pulled the Qiufeng Church. There are 10,000 registered believers. If you don't write about me or Qiufeng Church, what is the "30 Years of Christians in the Suburbs"?"

Ten thousand people are registered? Then the actual number of people in this church should be around 500. Fang Bingsheng nodded secretly and thought: I think the newspaper doesn't like you? I'm so angry that I'm so embarrassed that I'm so anxious that I'm so anxious that I'm so eager to jump over the wall? Wang Xintai's ambition is so high that he actually wants to compete with the old church. But is this a Christian who is also a Christian?

Wang Xintai looked very angry over there. He stomped the platform and thrust the wind raising up. The wind raising up in his arms disturbed the surrounding torches. He was still cursing:

"Some people say that the Baptist Church is amazing: a church with a bell tower was built here. I want to say: Did Jesus have a church when he preached? Is there a large Western mechanical bell? The Son of Man said: Birds have nests, and he doesn't even have a pillow! They are fetishism, and this is materialism!

Some people say that the churches in the South of the United States are great, and Pede is theirs. The examiners of the imperial examination are theirs. This is simply blasphemy. What Jesus said: 'God's belongs to God, Caesar', Pede is kneeling down to worship Caesar. It is the eunuch who licked the court's feet. Who asked them to accept the land criticized by the court? Who asked the court to encourage them to establish schools? Who asked them to monopolize the imperial examination questions? I said, brothers, this is going towards the Catholic Church! This is contrary to the Bible! The church should be self-promoted, just like my Qiufeng Church!"

"Are you jealous? If you don't raise Peide, how can you afford the Western imperial examination?" Fang Bingsheng looked at the crazy elder in a daze.

"Now, Qilihe Baptist has a plan to set up a primary school with a unified church and school here. This is Satan's trick! If your children go there, they will not learn to truly worship God. What they learn will be the fake Christian system: worshipping money, worshipping power, and the end of the world will go to hell! And if the false churches like Baptist Church will last for a long time, the church preaching work of the Song Dynasty will be promoted by churches like our Qiufeng Church itself. One day, the monopoly of the imperial examination will be broken, and the children taught by our independent churches will always become officials, scholars, and experts!"

Speaking of this, Wang Xintai crumpled the newspaper in his hand into a ball, threw it into the fire bucket, swallowed, and finally calmed down, and said with a smile: "Our church also plans to set up a primary school, and is preparing in full swing. At most, classes will be opened next year. Everyone is old brothers and sisters. They all know that only in Qiufeng Church can they get the most kind and purest shepherd. Therefore, I ask that children of appropriate age in the church should not be sent to other schools, and other places will teach your children. Our Shiligou is a place that demonstrates God's grace, and our children must be God's children from childhood."

"So you treated Baptist primary schools as your competitors and scolded them like this." Fang Bingsheng suddenly realized.

"Tell you, I am not a little hostile to the Baptist churches. In fact, opposing the Baptist churches is my basic belief and service position!" Wang Xintai was a little unsatisfied. He pointed to the direction of the new church of the Northern Baptist Church, gritted his teeth and screamed with a ferocious face.

Several believers applauded Amen with fanatical applause. Most of the believers were confused, and Fang Bingsheng, who was in the back row, couldn't even shrink his eyes back: he also read the Bible and knew that the core of the Bible was love: love God and love others. Who would have thought that in this slum, he would encounter a Christian elder who openly claimed to be his basic belief in hatred and struggle, and he also gritted his teeth and hated a church with hundreds of thousands of Christians.

This is really amazing.

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Wang Xintai on the podium pressed his hands down, and stopped cheering from his supporters. He cleared his throat and laughed:

"There is a brother who is extremely poor. Every time he meets, he is always unable to donate, and he is very uneasy. He can't help asking me, "I really don't have more than a cent of money, I'm weak and sick, I cough every day, and I'm stretched every month. But I think I should have a part in the work of the Lord, but I can't do anything, and I feel very uneasy."

“‘Why don’t you try to donate a little first?’ I said, ‘Maybe God will give you more rewards’.

"This brother thought about it and nodded. He took out a silver dollar and put it in the donation bag. Hey, why is there four yuan left? Carefully check the expenses one by one, compared with last month and the previous month. It turned out that he bought less cough medicine this month. Those medicines cost five yuan, and he donated one yuan, and there was an extra four yuan. Because of his cough disease, he suddenly recovered without medicine!

"Thank God! Hallelujah!

"Malachi 3: The LORD of hosts said, "Take all tithes of the darling into the warehouse, so that my house has food. In this way, I will open the windows of heaven for you, and give you blessings, and even have nowhere to be tolerated."

This is the eleventh dedication. I saw a pair of colleagues walking over with a rope. The length of the rope was exactly the same as the length of the chair. The person who pulled the rope stood in two aisles, one left and one right, and a cloth bag was hung in the middle of the rope. From left to right, the believers were allowed to pass it on. If you want to donate, you put the money into the bag. Follow the rope and push the bag to the person next to you.

When encountering such a moment, many believers are about to sneak away.

"Don't leave. After the sermon, the church prepares a simple supper and invites brothers who are in trouble to come and receive the meal. Thank you Jesus Christ. Let us listen to His Word tonight. May He be with you and me forever."

Finally, Wang Xintai made a gesture, and a group of tall and short believers choirs hurriedly walked to the stage. Wang Xintai turned around and led the sing: "Hallelujah!"

In the hymns, some are paying money, some are slipping away, and some are not donating money, holding their stomachs and waiting for free dinner.

Seeing the offering bags getting closer and closer to him, Fang Bingsheng quietly stood up, bent down slightly and slipped away from the side door, and walked straight towards the courtyard of the academy.

When he walked out of the venue, Fang Bingsheng breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand from his pocket. His hand had been holding two silver dollars just now.

I came to listen to the sermons occasionally and I should give some money to avoid not treating my children well, but today I came urgently and had no change, so I just received the royalties, all of which were big silver dollars, so I really couldn't bear to throw them away to buy face.

"Master! Is the sermon over?" Under the moonlight, Li Zai ran over behind her back.

"Boy, where have you gone?" Fang Bingsheng turned his head and saw the young man running over, laughed and scolded, then changed his face, grabbed Zhou Lizai's right wrist, twisted the hand, and exposed the back of his hand to the moonlight.

I saw that the back of Lizai's hand was covered with blood. Fang Bingsheng rubbed his fingers, and Zhou Lizai grinned and screamed. The back of his hand was broken, and he was obviously clenched and hit someone.

"Have you hit someone?" Fang Bingsheng asked in disbelief: "Okay, I thought you came to listen to the sermon, and I went to fight again after a while."

Zhou Lizai smiled and put his hand back and retracted it into his arms, and said with a smile: "It's not a fight, it's just helping, scaring a group of little kids."

"Who are you helping? What little guy?" Fang Bingsheng asked.

Turning his head and looking at no one around, Zhou Lizai leaned over and whispered: "Just just now, the lights were brightly lit there. In fact, Pastor Tan Tongen was preaching in the open space. Wang Yan asked me to take a few of their church members up and smash the venue."

"Tan Tong'en? Teacher Tan? You just went to beat Teacher Tan? Didn't he teach in the class?" Fang Bingsheng pointed to the moon gate of the academy in front, so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth.

Tan Tongen, whose ancestral home is Hunan, was born in a wealthy business family in Haijing. He graduated from Hailan Theological College. It is also a college with a giant and his education is no less than the best Peide. However, this person has no intention of imperial examinations and is determined to be a preacher after graduation and wants to preach in difficult places.

So he was included in Qiufeng Church, responsible for preaching and preaching. At the same time, as a top student who graduated from a well-known seminary, he received the best education for the imperial examination subjects such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, theology, and geography, and also served as the director of Feihuang Academy.

He is also one of the gimmicks of the academy: graduates from prestigious universities serve as teachers, and they are excellent in theology and Western learning.

When Fang Bingsheng said that he beat Teacher Tan, Zhou Lizai was helpless and stretched out his hand and said, "We kicked the bonfire and smashed the lanterns. It was pitch black. They beat them all up. The people in Qiufeng Church were still shouting "Satan", "hereth" and "laid dogs". The scene was chaotic, and I don't know who to beat."

"Why is this happening?" Fang Bingsheng asked in confusion.

Zhou Lizai sighed and said, "Teacher Tan and Elder Wang have a quarrel. I heard that doctrines and corruption are accusing each other. Teacher Tan is very talented and young and energetic. Last month, he withdrew from the church and made a preaching alone. Teacher Tan took away a large number of believers. Why don't you watch Qiufeng Church preach in the middle of the night? That was forced by Teacher Tan, and this method was done first."

"As for Teacher Tan, Elder Wang was furious, saying that he had robbed his sheep, Teacher Tan was a wolf who had smuggled into the flock of sheep, and it was Satan. He asked me to smash the ground and teach Teacher Tan a lesson. It would be best to drive him away forever."

"Ah?" Fang Bingsheng came to his senses for a long time and said, "There is still a matter of this bird?"

Then he pointed at Zhou Lizai's nose and said, "The imperial examination will be held soon. Don't cause trouble. If something happens, your brother Tian's kindness will be implicated. It's too late for you to regret it."

Zhou Lizai lowered her head in shame: "Yes, yes, they gave me a lot of money and kept begging me. I didn't want to beat me, but I was like Teacher Tan, I... but after I left the abbot's temple, I was still there, and I was in the academy, and I had to bow my head under the eaves."

"What kind of church is this? It's like a gang." Fang Bingsheng snorted, walked towards the Moon Gate of the Academy with his hands on his back.
Chapter completed!