Qin Yao shrugged, turned around and disappeared in front of his grandfather and grandson.

"What do you think, you want to take this guy as your teacher?" Uncle Jiu calmed down and asked.

Xingyue was speechless.

What do you think?

There is no better choice.

"By the way..." Just as the two of them were speechless, Qin Yao suddenly popped up in front of the door: "You two came to see me early in the morning. Why?"

Axing pulled Xiaoyue to stand up and said, "We are here to report to you. The church has started distributing supplies again this morning. It is first come, first served. Everyone can receive it."

Qin Yao nodded and disappeared again with a whoosh.

That night.

Father Wu and ten monks were sitting together on the long table in the church. The candles hanging on the four walls illuminated the room as bright as day.

"It's time to start." Father Wu said softly as he glanced at the ten people in turn.

"Let me report first."

A monk stood up and said: "A total of 720 pieces of clothing were distributed today, 300 jins of grain, 180 jins of noodles, 300 jins of vegetables... There are still 410 jins of funds provided by the local squire group.

Seven oceans."

"Bring the rest to me later, sit down." Father Wu said.

"It's my turn next."

After the first monk sat down, the monk behind him stood up and said: "A total of 503 people came to receive supplies today, 319 of them entered the church, and the total number of people who actually listened to the sermon from beginning to end

There are eighteen people, and there are currently none who are willing to join the church."

Then the third place, the fourth place...

There are ten monks, each with his own division of labor.

"Everything is difficult at the beginning, don't be impatient." After listening to everyone's reports, Father Wu stood up and asked solemnly: "Who is guarding the basement today?"

"It's me, Father." Jon stood up and said.

"Be careful, don't be fooled by the devil in the basement." Father Wu warned.

Jon nodded: "I will read the Bible all night..."

Two hours later.

Jon sat at a table in the prayer room, with a thick Bible in front of him. He put his hand on the Bible and softly recited the lines.

As I was reciting it, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate. I held the Bible in my arms and recited it silently as I walked out of the prayer room and came to the hut.

After carrying the bird and putting it in the water, Jon shivered and exhaled a long breath. The scripture he had been chanting stopped at this moment.

Just as he put the bird in the cage and turned around, his brain suddenly felt pain, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness for an instant.

Rice Ball Exploration

Shaoyan.

Jon came to the basement door with dull eyes, put his hand on the door handle, gently pushed open the dusty door, went down the stone stairs, and finally came to a Western priest who was crucified on a wooden cross.

In a state of confusion, Jon hugged the wooden cross with both hands, pulled hard, and immediately pulled the sharp bottom of the cross out of the Western priest's back.

The Western priest's eyelids trembled slightly, then opened suddenly, his body floated up as if it was not controlled by gravity, he held Jon in his arms, and bit his neck with his open mouth.

"Hiss~"

Jon's body shivered violently, and the blood all over his body rushed down his neck into the Western priest's mouth, and his cheeks gradually turned pale.

"Uh-huh."

In the priest's lounge, Father Wu suddenly sat up from the bed, reached out to put the glasses on the bedside table on the bridge of his nose, picked up a silver cross hanging on the hanger, and slowly walked to the wooden door of the basement.

Looking at the wide open wooden door, Father Wu felt nervous. He picked up the oil lamp hanging on the wall and stood at the entrance of the basement. Looking down with the light of the oil lamp, his eyes happened to hit a pair of blue and red monsters. Tong Kong.

"Ha~" The Western priest threw Jon to the ground and rushed towards the door like a ghost.

Father Wu immediately exited the wooden door of the basement, closed the wooden door tightly with a bang, and then inserted the silver cross in his hand directly into the wooden door.

"Chi."

In the basement, at the top of the stairs, as soon as the Western priest's palm touched the wooden door, it seemed as if he had placed it on a flame. Countless streams of white smoke burned out of his palm, and the severe pain caused him to withdraw his palm immediately.

"Lord, please give me some more time... In three months at most, I will be able to gather three hundred believers and crush the darkness with the light of faith." Standing in front of the basement door, Father Wu prayed sincerely.

Outside the church, in the attic.

Uncle Jiu, who was meditating on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of the bed, and said quickly: "Qin Yao, come with me, there's something wrong."

Beside the table, Qin Yao didn't say anything nonsense, followed Uncle Jiu and jumped from the window to the second floor, rushing into the Catholic church as fast as possible.
Chapter completed!