The national religion is in Kyoto, not to mention the southern sects, but here, there are six holy churches, among which the Yinghua Church is responsible for enlightening and cultivating young people, and it has dozens of churches under its jurisdiction, such as the Tiandao Temple, the Cardinal General College, the Deacon School, and the National Education College. Colleges are responsible for the specific management of these colleges. This is actually a team with the educational institutions of the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Holy Education Cardinal Office is the name of the court and the people, also known as the Jiaoshu Office. The building has always been unusually quiet.
Standing in the empty corridor, Chen Changsheng happened to be covered by the shadow of a huge stone pillar. He looked back at the room not far behind, thinking of the scolding from the staff member of the Priest Office, he thought that he really deserved to be the national church. The church is located in a very well-built building, and the sound insulation is so perfect that people outside can't hear it at all.
There are tens of thousands of students in Kyoto, all of whom are managed by officials and priests in this building. There are many affairs. On the bright and visible marble floor, countless pairs of feet are walking around wearing all kinds of boots, and the crowd is like a sea. The surge descended, but nothing remained except for the sound of footsteps.
No one paid any attention to the young man standing under the shadow of the stone pillar, and no one took the initiative to ask questions. It wasn't until after a long time, when the sun shifted, and the shadow of the stone pillar moved from his body to a position further east, that it was late in the afternoon, that no one finally noticed his existence.
Or maybe because the church was about to close, people's emotions became looser, and there were more noises in the building, and it was no longer as serious and dead as before. A burst of whispers came from behind Chen Changsheng. Because those voices were suppressed extremely low, it sounded like a mouse gnawing on something, which made his ears itchy, and he lowered his head subconsciously.
"Why is that boy standing there? I think he has been standing there for almost a day."
"Oh, you mean that little guy? I inquired about it during lunch and said that he was kicked out by priest Xin... I heard that he is here to apply for this year's education subsidy. What else do you need?"
"Subsidy? Wasn't it all paid in February? Is there any college that didn't get it? Impossible! With the arrogance of those college deans, if they really owe them money, how could they endure it until today? Besides Even if you really owe it, how can you let a student come to collect it?"
"Who said it wasn't? That's why missionary Xin didn't care about him and kicked him out, but this young man refused to leave for some reason."
"Which academy does this little guy belong to?"
"It's said to be the Orthodox Academy."
"What?"
"National Education College."
There was a clatter, and then laughter.
"This joke is really meaningless. No wonder Missionary Xin loses his temper so much."
"Who doesn't know that there is no one in the Orthodox Academy for a long time? There are no teachers, so where do the students come from? I guess, it's the annual orientation activities of those colleges. That guy was poorly selected by the seniors. Let’s do something here, get something, or else it’s not considered a pass.”
"Tsk tsk, the orientation of these colleges is getting more and more outrageous."
"That's right, you dare to come to the priest's office to deceive people."
"Hey, which academy do you think this boy is from? This event is quite interesting."
"It should be Zhaixing. The boy stood there for a whole day without changing his posture. Who else can teach such a student except Zhaixing?"
"I haven't seen it. The Star Picking Army has strict discipline. In previous years, most of the new recruits were to go to the city guard to steal the flying chariot. Where would they come to the Jiaoshu Office? I think the most likely is the Heavenly Dao Academy. The children in the courtyard are familiar with us. And I'm not afraid of anything, if it really caused trouble, those children casually invited their brothers and relatives over, wouldn't the Jiaoshu Office dare not give face?"
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In the eyes of the officials and priests of the Episcopal Office, the young man standing in front of the corridor with his head bowed should be a poor freshman from some college who was teased and bullied by his seniors. Naturally, they would not try to avoid him when discussing. Although the voice was low, it still reached the boy's ears accurately.
Chen Changsheng lowered his head and looked at the ground. His shadow kept shifting on the ground and was about to touch the parallel section of the stone steps. He felt a little depressed thinking that he had wasted half a day. After hearing these discussions, I realized why the previous man was so angry and refused to let me enter the house again.
How can he convince the other party that he is the first freshman of the Orthodox Academy for several years? Even if the other party believed it, how could he get the key to the library, the directory of the college staff, the college's seal, and the money from the other party in the shortest possible time? He is not willing to waste time like today for these matters.
There was a distant sound of bells coming from the direction of the imperial palace, followed by the sound of music coming from the direction of Tianshu Mausoleum. Chen Changsheng thought of something, raised his head, and walked towards the room from which he was driven out without hesitation. His actions immediately attracted the attention of many people.
He pushed the door open, walked to the desk and said to the person behind the desk, "Hi, I want to get the list, keys and money of the Orthodox Academy."
That person was the missionary Xin mentioned in the previous discussions. Seeing Chen Changsheng leaving and returning, he was furious, slapped the table and cursed: "I said you don't bother me anymore! How dare you say such a thing?" Do you want me to order someone to beat you with twenty sticks, and then expel you from the academy?"
Chen Changsheng said seriously: "Then you must first make me a formal student of the academy."
Priest Xin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly, "Which academy do you belong to?"
Chen Changsheng said, "National Education Academy."
When he said this, his expression was very calm. Regardless of the wind in the south, east, and north, I would not let go of the cliff. No matter what you asked, he would always repeat the answer calmly and calmly: I am the new student of the Orthodox Academy. Students — believe it or not, I'm here, I am.
"Don't talk about the Orthodox Academy, it's still the Tiandao Academy."
Missionary Xin felt that he was going crazy, and said coldly, "Even if you are the younger brother of Prince Chenliu, I will let you know today what is the fate of ignoring the teacher."
"This is my recommendation."
Chen Changsheng took out the thin piece of paper from his pocket and put it on the table.
Priest Xin was going to grab the piece of paper and crumple it into a small ball, then stuff it into the mouth of this nasty boy, but he saw a somewhat familiar name on the paper out of the corner of his eye. He was startled, and subconsciously picked up the piece of paper to make sure that he read it correctly, the name and handwriting were indeed familiar.
Where have I seen this name and this handwriting
Missionary Xin frowned and thought hard, but he still couldn't find the answer, feeling a little uneasy deep in his heart.
In the next moment, he finally remembered.
He has never seen the handwriting on the paper, nor has he seen the name. The reason why he looks familiar is because the name of the Patriarchate is exactly the same as the handwriting on the paper, and that name is known to every believer in the state religion, but it is not allowed to talk about it. , must not be written, because that name... is already sacred.
Next, Reverend Xin saw clearly the content of the bright red seal on the paper.
He felt that his legs were a little weak, and there was a faint twitch between his legs. He has fear of heights, which is a symptom that only appears when he visits Xuegongyue Temple.
Missionary Xin wanted to take a sip of tea, but his hands trembled a little, and he swept the teacup to the ground.
He looked at Chen Changsheng, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't control it at all, especially his voice.
Only then did he finally believe that Chen Changsheng was a freshman at the National Education Academy.
Because no one dares to pretend to be that name on the paper, pretending to be that handwriting.
"Actually...you haven't shown this letter of recommendation...you're such a funny kid."
He looked at Chen Changsheng and smiled with great difficulty. He wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, but he didn't dare.
The word "you" is completely unsuitable for children, and it is even more difficult for children to call it funny.
Chen Changsheng understood why the other party lost his composure, and he was a little helpless, explaining: "I was going to take it out earlier, but you never gave it a chance."
"Please sit down, there will be tea later, and I will do things for you."
Priest Xin picked up the piece of paper, greeted him warmly, then turned and went out without hesitation, and started running wildly in the empty and serious hall.
Those eyes following Chen Changsheng did not expect to see such a scene, they were very surprised.
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In the deepest and largest room of the Jiaoshu Office, there are many plants, the most of which are plum blossoms, wintersweet, Zhaoshui plum, Longyou plum, Sajinmei... Some are in flowering period, and some are in bud. Letting go, and more waiting silently, as if all the plum blossoms in the world are here.
In the depths of the plum tree, there is a large mural engraved with the picture of the heavenly book coming to the world, and in front of the painting is a huge book case.
Reverend Xin stood in front of the desk, his expression was a little anxious, his forehead was covered with sweat, but it was obvious that he was not as miserable as he had shown in front of Chen Changsheng before, and he only heard him say: "The Holy Empress is here... I am humbled to God I swear, I really don't know... He can come up with such a letter of recommendation, otherwise... "
"Otherwise, how about it? Otherwise, you won't let that little guy wait in the corridor for a whole half a day?"
A priest stood up from behind the desk, his age could not be seen, his eyes were wise and gentle, judging from the style of his robes, he should be a cardinal, which meant that he was the biggest one in the entire catechism. It's hard to appreciate this just by looking at his expression and talking with laughter.
"The seal and signature on this letter are all real. The color shades, and the monogram technique, the most important thing is this paper... Hehe, the words of the Pope can make people directly feel the beauty of the world, I I have watched it many times, and I am still happy to watch it again. I remember that it was ten years ago, when the Pope was invited by the Holy Empress to teach Xiang Wangshizi and Miss Mo Yu... "
The Bishop of the Episcopal Office, Mei Lisha, looked at his confidant, Missionary Xin, and suddenly withdrew his smile, and said indifferently, "Okay, there is no need to bring up these old things again. It doesn't matter what the origin of this kid named Chen Changsheng is, he can become an Orthodox Academy The first student in ten years doesn't matter, what matters is, what does this matter represent?"
"Is the Pope going to restart the Orthodox Academy?"
"If it is true, how should our subordinates cooperate?"
"You have to understand these well."
"Understand its spirit."