The next morning, outside a Catholic church located in the west of Jinhua City, Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing had stopped and watched for a while.

Since the gates of China were opened by Western powers, more and more Western missionaries have traveled across the ocean to China to spread the gospel of God. The provinces located on the coast of Zhejiang and other provinces naturally became the main Christian import site. This church, called Boaitang, was invested by the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom seven years ago, in the seventh year of Xianfeng, and was built in a Gothic style. Although the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom unswervingly opposed a series of treason agreements signed by the West and the Qing Dynasty, since it established itself with the idea of ​​"God Worshiping Society" and welcomed the existence of the Christian Church, Boaitang had room for survival and development in Jinhua.

After the Chu army led by Zuo Zongtang recaptured Jinhua at the beginning of the third year of Tongzhi, the Qing court also retained the Boai Hall in order to maintain relations with the West and allowed Italian priest Ferrucio to work in it.

Early in the morning that day, Ferrucio, who was over 60 years old, came to work in the church as usual. Although he was an Italian priest, he followed the local customs and not only wore an oriental jacket, but also shaved his hair and braided according to the rules of the government. This not only made him look friendly, but also helped him understand Chinese culture and create convenience for spreading the gospel.

Just as Ferucho was about to clean up, he welcomed the uninvited guests, Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing.

According to the agreement between Chen Shuqing and Zhang Dahui, before Pu Weihai came to the church to confess, Zhang Dahui would inform Chen Shuqing in advance through his thoughts. This day was a Sunday in the West. When Chen Shuqing woke up, he received a reminder from Zhang Dahui: "This morning, Pu Weihai will go to Boai Hall to confess, please act according to the plan."

Chen Shuqing had also explained this plan to Pu Zixuan before, and obtained Pu Zixuan's consent. Now he learned that Pu Weihai was about to appear, and the two of them quickly got up and rushed to Boai Hall. However, although Pu Zixuan was very concerned about his father, he was so nervous that he was at a loss when the day came. Therefore, he experienced another ideological struggle at the door. With Chen Shuqing's encouragement and encouragement, he finally stepped into the church.

Ferucio was very happy when he saw a handsome man and beautiful woman entering. He thought that more and more young people in the Far East began to accept God - the real God rather than the political propaganda of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. He was very happy and said to the two with a smile: "Welcome."

Although it is Chinese, the pronunciation is so poor that the two of them can't help laughing.

Chen Shuqing walked up, and without hesitation, he pulled Ferucci into the side room, pointed at the confessional pavilion and asked, "You are the priest who is going to enter the cottage and wait for people to confess?"

Ferucho was confused by Chen Shuqing's rude behavior and asked in broken Chinese: "I am a girl, what are you doing?"

Chen Shuqing smiled and said, "What are you doing? I just let you go and rest for half a day."

Ferucho said in a daze: "Why should I rest for half a day? What should those who come to confess?"

Chen Shuqing said: "Don't worry, this morning, that gentleman will take you to pick up customers."

Ferucho pointed at Chen Shuqing with a trembling finger and glared at him: "How can you...you can do this? Do you know that you are very disrespectful to God when you do this, and you will go to hell after death!"

Chen Shuqing smiled indifferently and said, "It's only half a day, God will understand it. Besides, the Buddha said that if you do more good deeds, you will go to heaven in the future. We have to do it for good deeds. You, please bear it."

Ferucho was still trembling and trying to say something. Chen Shuqing didn't want to waste time anymore. Although he could knock the old man out with one punch, he still felt that he was in the wrong first. He took out the rope prepared in advance, used brute force and demon power to tie Ferucho up his hands and feet. After the old man shouted again, "You will go to hell," he sealed the old man's mouth with a rag, and pulled it into the back hall from the side door.

Then, Chen Shuqing walked out again, patted her hands, and said to Pu Zixuan: "Xiaoqi, I'll wait for you behind you. Remember, you only have a cup of tea. Zhang Dahui said that if your body is itchy and uncomfortable, it is the most dangerous time. You must leave the hut quickly!"

Then, Chen Shuqing cast a spell on Pu Zixuan and said, "Now I'll change your throat, you can try it."

Pu Zixuan wondered, "What to try?"

Chen Shuqing smiled and said, "Okay, now your voice sounds no different from that of the elderly, so that it will not cause suspicion. Go in quickly."

After saying that, Chen Shuqing walked to the back hall and explained again when entering: "Remember, don't speak Chinese too fluently, you have to pretend to be a foreigner!"

When Chen Shuqing left, Pu Zixuan felt guilty and wandered around. After experiencing many struggles in his heart, he finally opened the small door on the right side of the confessional pavilion, entered it, closed the door casually, and sighed deeply in the pavilion.

However, Pu Weihai did not "cooperate" with the two of them in this way, and the Chinese people did not have the habit of confessing to confession. In the small space, Pu Zixuan was bored and nervous, and kept thinking about the foreigners' poor Chinese pronunciation methods to pass the time.

It was not until he practiced that he could hardly speak Chinese in a normal tone that he heard footsteps coming. Pu Zixuan immediately adjusted his condition and took a deep breath.

"May I ask, is Father Ferrucio here?" The voice of a middle-aged man rang outside the pavilion.

Pu Zixuan replied: "Ah...sorry, I just finished confessing for someone else and have been in this pavilion and haven't come out yet."

"I'm disturbed. I heard from someone else's introduction and said that Boai Hall can be confessed. I'll come and have a look. Although I am Chinese, I have to confess every Sunday because I have lived abroad for a long time. Now, can I start?"

"Yes, come in." Pu Zixuan became even more alert when he heard the word "foreign". If he was really a father, he would have to be cautious every word and said, "All visitors must first report their names."

"Okay priest, my name is Pu Weihai, and my English name is David." After that, there was a creaking sound of opening the door and entering the pavilion.

It was indeed his father, Pu Zixuan was so excited that he could hear his heartbeat.

Eight years! My relatives who are thicker than water have many times in my dreams. Sometimes I repeat my childhood conversations, and sometimes it seems like I am reuniting with you. After waking up, I find that all you left to me is loneliness and helplessness.

How many times, I hope to have a real chat with you for a while, not in a dream, but continuing the sound of horse hooves that are gradually moving away!

And now, the sound of horse hooves gradually drifting away finally came to the following.

Thinking of this, Pu Zixuan could no longer control his emotions, tears burst out from his eyes, and at the same time, a slight itch appeared on his ankle.

Is my demonization about to begin?

The pavilion is equipped with a human grid, separated by wooden boards, and there are small fine holes on the board to convey sound. Pu Zixuan struggled to put his forehead on the board, and opened his eyes wide to try to see Pu Weihai's appearance. Unfortunately, out of protection of the privacy of the confessor, the hole was deliberately designed to be so small that it was difficult to see the appearance of the opposite side. In addition, Pu Weihai deliberately spoke sideways, Pu Zixuan could only slightly see the flesh color and black.

And that black, he knew it must be his father's beard, and he had been tying his face to ache since he was a child.

"Father, priest, what's wrong with you? Are you sad? Or are you feeling unwell?" Pu Weihai heard the sound of snot sniffing across the street, and seemed to feel abnormal, and said, "If it's inconvenient, I can come back next time."

Pu Zixuan's heart tightened, worried that his father would leave, so he reluctantly adjusted his emotions and replied, "Ah, that's not. What do you need to repent? Say it as soon as possible, don't worry, God will forgive you."

"Well, our confessional sacrament in Jinhua is really unconventional... Good priest, then I will say it. I have been in Zhejiang for a month and have never confessed. I always feel guilty in my heart. Knowing that my son misses me, I cannot meet him, and I even do not allow him to come to Zhejiang to find me. Although there is a hidden secret, it is like a stone blocking my heart and not rejoicing. I hope the priest will bless me and my sinners are willing to repent in the church."

Sure enough, my father has never forgotten me in the past and now. When I went to the church to confess, I mentioned me at the first time. The itchiness on my body also further shows that I am the most important person in my father's heart. Over the years, I have scolded and hated him, but in the end, I have been misunderstanding my father...

My heart was already surging. I wanted to rush out and recognize my father immediately, but I had to pretend to be a crappy tone and talk to my father. It was really a blessing.

"So, why don't you want to meet your son?"

"Oh, what else can it be? I think the priest will hear about the legend of the Red Yaksha curse in Jinhua. Eighteen years ago, in 1846, I was hit by the Red Yaksha curse and killed my wife. Then, my son became the most important person in my heart. So I had to leave him eight years ago to ensure our safety. Now that the Red Yaksha has not been eliminated, the curse has always existed, so how can I meet him?"

Pu Weihai's explanation completely confirmed Pu Zixuan's guess about the family tragedy, but he was not extremely shocked. However, he didn't understand that under normal circumstances, if a person was cursed by the Red Yaksha, he would not die of illness except for the most important person in his heart? But why could his father live well? Just like the mother and son who fought in West Lake, why were they demonized one after another?

What is the rule of all this? Why did my mother die? Now my father is in front of me, and I am in the confessional pavilion that reveals my worries. How can I waste this opportunity to ask?

"Well, I have heard of the legend about the Red Yasha, and I also believe that there are monsters in this world. Since Mr. Pu is here to repent, I hope to tell what I think without reservation. Do not hide it from the Lord. Otherwise, God may not only not forgive your sins, but also make this sin even worse. Mr. Pu, what have happened to your family in the past eighteen years and what have you done? I will not interrupt, you can finish it as soon as possible."

Yes, the itchy feeling on my body gradually spreads. If I wasted time and wandering around, I might become my father's target of fighting, so I must let him speak faster.

"Okay priest, even if you don't say it, I will never dare to hide anything from the Lord. This story must start from Lijiang, Yunnan, eighteen years ago."
Chapter completed!