At noon on the second day after they arrived in Beijing, Master Cat went to find Tang Wenwu alone, while Wang Xu fell into a very delicate state, which is the legendary "idling".
He wanted to go for a walk in the street, but unfortunately his image was too eye-catching, so he had to give up. He thought about going back to his room to sleep, but he didn't get up until noon... Feeling helpless and bored, Wang Xu wanted to ask Father Thomas if there was anything he could do for him.
Half an hour after he made this decision and implemented it, he deeply felt two words—remorse.
The mess in this church is really amazing. The attic has not been cleaned for a long time, and the leaks on the roof have appeared for a long time. The paint on the wall over there has been falling off for a long time, and the chairs here have been broken for a long time. …
Please note that the word "long time" is at least in years as the unit of measurement.
Wang Xu basically did the work of the entire decoration team by himself, and it was free of charge. He looked at the old priests whose legs and feet were already inconvenient, and then at the weak nuns. They all cast extremely pure and eager eyes, full of gratitude and admiration. It is this kind of lewd eyes that urges Wang Xu to continue to dedicate his young labor force.
In the evening, Master Cat came back. When he and the foreigners in the church gathered around the dining table to pray for the meal God had given them, Wang Xu didn’t have half a piece of bread in his mouth. Because he was squatting on the roof at this time, with a few nails in his mouth, he was beating a hammer with his swollen thumb.
When the sun went down completely, Wang Xu finally returned to the church. He sat slumped on the first row of seats, looked at the tall statue in front of him, panted and said, "Brother Jesus, the decoration of your house is too beautiful. Too bad, please show your powers, how about throwing a few professional repairmen down from the sky to help my brother?"
At this time, Father Charlie came from the side, and he said to Wang Xu: "My child, I thank you for everything you have done today on behalf of the merciful heavenly Father."
Wang Xu smiled wryly: "Hehe...it's okay, this little shit won't alarm the old man."
Father Charlie smiled and said, "He will remember every good thing you do, child, the Lord is everywhere."
"Ha... ha ha, that's... that's..."
Father Charlie left very kindly, and before he left, he did not forget to leave a sentence: "By the way, you can do the rest of the work tomorrow. It's too late today, and you also need to rest."
Wang Xu's smile froze on his face, and he cursed in his heart: "Fuck! According to what you mean, why should I rush to work at night?"
After the priest floated past, Wang Xu looked up at his brother Jesus again and said, "Lord, can you tell me how I can escape tomorrow's work?"
Before he finished speaking, a large piece of the ceiling above his head fell down. I don't know if the building that had been in disrepair was knocked to pieces by Wang Xu's amateur level, or if the "merciful" heavenly father really showed mercy. In short, Wang Xu was hit hard by this sudden blow, basically using this as a reason, tomorrow, oh no, he will be lying in bed for half a month, and no one will say that he is lazy.
In the quiet and deserted church, under a pile of rubble, a man stretched out an arm, pointed at the cross not far away, and raised a middle finger...
Three days later, it was Sunday, that is, "Sunday". Wang Xu's "injury" was miraculously healed on this day (in fact, he had had enough rest).
Because many believers will come to worship today and listen to the priest's sermon, Wang Xu wants to come out and see if he has any common language with this group of fake foreign devils in the eyes of others.
Unfortunately, he only saw a group of yawning hooligans...
Some people fell asleep and even snored while the priest was speaking. The poor priest could only make the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the sign of the cross, and say: "Lord, forgive him."
Wang Xu shook his head and sighed, a picture appeared in his mind: a bald old monk in a certain temple looked at a disciple who was dozing off, and then sighed in a very compassionate tone: Amitabha, and then used the dragon claw hand , Yiyang Finger, Chrysanthemum Remnant and other magical skills beat his apprentice to the point of inhumanity, and in the end he regained his appearance as a kind and eminent monk, and slowly said those words: Disciple, being a teacher is also a good intention...
Pushing the strange thoughts out of his mind, Wang Xu walked over to the snoring guy and patted him on the shoulder, but the other guy didn't wake up... Wang Xu shook him twice, but he still didn't wake up...
"Crack! Crack!" Two loud slaps sounded, and the guy fell to the ground. In the 0.2 seconds after Wang Xu slapped him for the first time, he regained consciousness for a short time, but Wang Xu's second slap in the face followed closely, causing him to lose consciousness again...
Wang Xu carried the guy on his shoulders and threw it out of the church. Father Charlie was stunned, his brain was short-circuited, and he didn't know how to react...
Wang Xu came back swaggeringly, and said three words in Mandarin with a Beijing flavor: "Who else?!"
The sermon went very smoothly in the end. The "pious" believers stared their eyes as big as a bull's-eye, not daring to miss a single word the priest said. After the priest's speech, they were very organized. Preface, and quietly and quickly left this church...
Wang Xu walked up to Father Charlie: "Okay, Father, I think I understand your excitement when we first met, it seems that you really need some right-hand men like me to help you 'promote' Take a look at the doctrine."
Father Charlie sighed: "Hey... my children, you shouldn't treat them like this. You know, as long as a person sincerely repents, even the moment before he falls into hell, the merciful God will accept them. We Learn to be tolerant..."
Wang Xu smiled and said, "I will try my best to improve, Father... So now, let's be honest and honest. My first question is, are these all the big Puritans in the church?"
Father Charlie said: "Actually, there are more. I think they must be unable to attend the service because of something."
"What? What's the matter? What else can the local ruffian do? Lying in the brothel and dying?" Wang Xu asked back.
"Shut up, come here!" Master Cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Wang Xu by the back collar and pulled it out. He dragged Wang Xu while turning back to Father Charlie and said, "Father, let me come here!" Teach this ignorant fellow a lesson, and you won't have to worry about it."
After waiting for no one around, Master Cat let go of Wang Xu: "What are you doing?"
"I'm just teaching the nice guys to be tough."
"You idiot..." Master Cat pressed his hand on his face, as if he was very ashamed.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Are you a college student in the history department? More than 90% of the followers of Western religion in the Qing Dynasty were people like the one you see today. Don't you know?"
"Ah?" Judging from the shape of Wang Xu's mouth capable of swallowing an egg, his blank eyes, and his silly tone, he really doesn't know...
"Ignorance... Do you know about extraterritorial jurisdiction? Not only are the Western clergy of the church not under the jurisdiction of the Qing government, but ordinary Chinese believers can also obtain the protection of the church. So those Christians do not believe in God at all, they just think that joining the church will have the support of foreigners , you can run rampant in the village, bully men and women, and you can't kneel when you see officials and masters."
"The church doesn't care about these guys with impure motives?" Wang Xu asked.
Master Cat sneered: "Take care? Who do you want to take care of? You see, the priests here can only bear with the roof leaking. How do they take care of it? Those who come to listen to the sermon today at least know how to go about the formalities. Didn't you see There are still many things to come. The unscrupulous believers in Shandong are basically in a state of lawlessness, and the local government dare not have any grievances with foreigners, and let them exploit the common people, which directly led to the Boxer Rebellion ten years later."
Wang Xu nodded and said, "Oh, I know that, they are a group of invulnerable, god-like guys..."
"Don't change the topic. In short, this matter is beyond your control. If you encounter a situation that is really unsightly, you can intervene, but you must not change the general direction of history. What we have to do now is to wait and wait. Tang Wenwu has made all the preparations, and we can go back. If you have time to meddle in this kind of business, you might as well think about how our battle with Wuhun will end."
Wang Xu said, "Then I'll try to keep a low profile..."
Master Cat snorted coldly, and walked away. In fact, he didn't believe in the so-called "low-key" word at all, but he knew it was useless to say it. Let's see what else this kid can do...