Republic of China

Chapter 292 Rapper

The western Hebei region is full of flat rivers. Compared with Jin Province farther west, the roads are many times easier to walk, and even hills are very rare.

So in a land with almost zero traffic regulations, I believe there is no need to elaborate on how high an imported car can go.

Anyway, Kong Xia would never feel distressed at this time. She could run as fast as she could, her feet wanted to step into the fuel tank, and she didn't know what the brakes were.

As for female drivers, we cannot generalize. At least on the official road tonight, Kong Xia did not cause any trouble. Her driving skills were quite strong. She drove first to the southeast and then to the northeast.

Not far behind, Zhao Sanyuan was holding a motorcycle and also tightened the accelerator. Smoke burst out of the exhaust pipe, which showed that the rpm was definitely not small.

Although motorcycles have been in development for about thirty years, they are not as technically balanced as cars, and their speed is certainly fine. However, apart from speed, there is really nothing else that stands out.

The upper limit of rpm is not high, the fuel tank is not big, and the shock absorption is stretched to the extreme. After chasing for more than 20 miles, Xiao Zhao felt like he was being shaken, and everything he looked at was ghosted.

But is this important?

unimportant.

Even if you break your legs running, you will never give up.

There is a saying that although victory will be late, it will never be absent. In fact, it is a sad ideology found by ordinary people with a larger base. It is a paralyzing barrier built by a few strong people for the purpose of "captivity".

Watching the car getting further and further away, Zhao Sanyuan dropped the motorcycle and continued to chase with his legs. He limped and ran forward along the tire marks.

On the official road with no suet roads and bright street lights, the speed of both parties was reached to the extreme, racing all the way.

The building is there.

Looking from a distance, the church gave Zhao Sanyuan an inexplicable feeling of extreme resistance, because this was the first time he had such resistance, thinking that this church was different from those he had seen before.

The high cross overlooks the earth, seeming to be compassionate and contemptuous of everything.

It's not like he has never seen such a thing as a church. There are many Western priests preaching in Fengtian City. The number of churches is not as many as that of Taoist temples, but there are still many.

They had seen with their own eyes how strong Zhao Sanyuan was. He stood alone in the Shimen sub-altar and used the toughest method to kill a high-level point master. In the eyes of the demons, he was absolutely invincible, at least they were invincible.

Those who dared to act alone in the middle of the night in this era were either horse bandits or Jiu Mengzi, so even after running for five miles, Zhao Sanyuan did not see a single living person.

Because housing prices are low?

Stop it.

The roar of the engine was accompanied by flying dust, and it seemed that they were the only ones alive in the world in the middle of the night.

Passed Guozhen, passed Shenze, passed Nanma and passed Anguo.

After walking along the path for another two miles, Zhao Sanyuan stopped at the edge of an apricot forest.

Back in the porridge, the middle-aged scholar who deserved a thousand cuts said that there was a Western church in the Boye area, including the Charity Nursery.

When the night is ugly, everything is silent.

There are flower fields on both sides, a lush lawn in front, and some bungalows vaguely visible in the back.

Justice does not always win, but it must never be given up.

church.

The justice tonight is Xiao Shuanzi, who must save him no matter what.

Is this where it is?

It's hard to describe it. If I have to say it, it's dirty, a kind of physiological resistance that normal people have when facing a cesspool.

Don’t ordinary people know this?

From the previous dynasty to the present, how many missionaries have you heard of paying ground rent? Almost all of them enclose a piece of land and have extraterritorial jurisdiction.

Zhao Sanyuan has his own sense of justice, and he will do whatever it takes for 'this breath'. Just like Mo Wenshan said, the young apprentice always does the right thing at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

The chase remains.

From Master, I already knew the ulterior and dirty inside stories of so-called charity, great benefactors, and infant care centers, but I didn't expect that they would be involved with Yiguandao.

Target, Boye.

Therefore, the purpose of this trip is not to escape at all, but to move reinforcements.

Suddenly Zhao Sanyuan remembered something.

Less than ten miles away from Boye Village, Zhao Sanyuan's motorcycle finally ran out of fuel, and no matter how hard he turned the accelerator, it had no effect.

This is an ordinary village located in the middle of Hebei Province. It is not well-known and has no specialties. Except for the locals around it, almost no one has heard of it.

Just when Zhao Sanyuan was about to sneak past in a roundabout way, he suddenly turned around and held the talisman at his fingertips.

From the rear window of the car, a familiar young face could be vaguely seen. When Xiao Shuanzi discovered that his third uncle was following behind, he slapped the glass excitedly, but there was not only Kong Xia in the car, but also two Yiguandao disciples.

Kong Xia was so close to each other that she came here all the way. It couldn't be an accidental coincidence.

To truly belong to ordinary people, or to belong to the bloodline engraved in the bones of the Yanhuang people, is actually another sentence.

But the problem is missionary work. Only people can do it. Which Westerner would be crazy enough to travel across mountains and rivers to build a church in a remote area of ​​a foreign country.

It's not a village, but a main building with a very different style.

It's just the exact opposite of what I imagined.

Follow the tire tracks, leave the pipeline and walk onto the bumpy dirt road. The surroundings look like no man's land. There are no houses and buildings except for the wasteland. Boye Village is definitely not here anyway.

If it weren't for the car next to the church, Zhao Sanyuan would have thought he was seeing an illusion.

It is clear that there is just too much helplessness.

The strange thing is that there is no light, no sound, and the silence is terrifying.

"Don't do anything if you're afraid! It's me, Mr. Zhao!"

Absolutely no one expected to show up.

The Western missionaries I met on the Oriental train still wore the same old-fashioned black robes.

"What's your name?"

"Mr. Zhao, noble people often forget things. My name is Walter von der Leyen, you can also call me Walter."

"Lao Wa, right? What are you doing here in the middle of the night? You're not with them, are you?"

Although Lao Wa was very approachable from beginning to end on the Oriental Train and helped during the incident, his presence here was so strange that it was hard for Zhao Sanyuan not to doubt him. Walter put on a hearty smile and explained patiently, "Please don't misunderstand Mr. Zhao. You have asked me about Western religions before. You must remember that even though many believers wear crosses, they do not belong to the same sect. I am an Orthodox Christian." , and the church in front is obviously of the Protestant lineage, nominally affiliated with the Church of England, also known as the Anglican Church of England, and can be classified as the Anglican Rhodes sect."

"Stop, stop, stop! Just say you're not on the same side as them. Your head hurts because of the twists and turns."

Zhao Sanyuan doesn't have much interest in Western religious culture, but he can tell from it that similar fields in both the East and the West are very complicated, just like the Taoism of Yan and Huang, with so many branches that he doesn't even know how many branches there are in the Quanzhen Sect. , let alone foreign sects.

Compared with Lao Wa's identity, he wanted to know the purpose of his coming here.

Perhaps seeing Zhao Sanyuan's caution, Walter solemnly said: "Holy calling revelation, God guided me to come here, burn myself to dispel the darkness, and illuminate all the lost lambs in need of help."

To be honest, Zhao Sanyuan didn't really understand what it meant, because Walter's expression was too pious and pure. When he talked about his god, it was almost equivalent to fanaticism, which was very different from the humor he usually used when talking.

"What does it mean in our words?"

Walter held his chin up in thought, racking his brains, and finally came up with an excellent metaphor.

"Well I'm here to fight."

"With whom?"

"With this church, to be precise, with the cultists inside."

Zhao Sanyuan was amused and patted Walter on the shoulder, "You said it earlier, let's work together, I will try my best to help you fight, and you will also help me save a child, how about it?"

Walter smiled and nodded, but still politely declined the offer, "I see that Mr. Zhao is dusty and has new injuries on his body, so don't force yourself too much. Besides, you shouldn't be familiar with our ways. Why don't you wait and see here. If I recruit I can’t stand it anymore. It’s not too late for Mr. Zhao to come and help. Don’t worry, as long as the child is still alive, I will do my best to help.”

Zhao Sanyuan was somewhat touched by the pure goodwill. We only had a casual relationship, but they were willing to help. He thought that foreign devils were not all annoying, and Walter was very good, except for his occasional nagging.

While sighing, Walter took out a delicate glass vessel and poured the unknown liquid inside onto the lawn. Miraculously, there were many dark tracks on the edge of the lawn spreading towards the main building, twisting and turning like large circles and small circles, as if alive. A slight gray fog rises.

Then Walter stepped on the lawn, holding a cross in his hand, and walked towards the main building with a solemn expression. He muttered words so fast that even Zhao Sanyuan couldn't understand it and thought it was very pleasant and rhythmic.

Those who didn’t know better thought he was a rapper.

In fact, Dongzheng attaches great importance to the use of "curses". In their words, it is called gospel. It has a wide range of uses. They believe that this is the holy power given by God. They use themselves as the carrier to display the power of God. It is not difficult to find There are similar visualizations and mantras in it. Perhaps all dharma in the world is inseparable from its origin.

The language Walter spoke was not his mother tongue, but a dialect, also called spiritual language, the gift of the Holy Spirit.

The cross on the top of the main building slowly rotated strangely, and finally formed an attitude of hanging upside down.

The dark tracks on the lawn suddenly moved like running water. Just as Walter expected, this church had turned away from their Lord and actually served the devil.

There are at least four earthbound spirits around!

Wooden thorns protruded one after another on the lawn, gradually forming a ferocious wooden prison. Zhao Sanyuan in the apricot forest watched attentively. This was the first time he saw the Western practice. He felt a huge change in the magnetic field around him, and he was vaguely in front of him. It seems that it is not a lawn, but a vast ocean, and the old tile is like a small boat.

Walter held the cross in front of his chest and spoke three points faster in Fang.

"God sent a flood on the earth. It rained heavily for forty days and nights, covering the land and ocean, leaving only the people and animals in Noah's Ark. After the rain stopped, Noah sent out a dove to detect the news outside. It was not until dusk that the dove came Flying back with a green olive leaf in his mouth, Noah's flood has receded and peace has come."

A white dove actually appeared hovering in the sky, and the olive branch in its mouth shed a little light, dousing the wooden prison.

inside the building.

A priest in white looked very ugly. He scolded Kong Xia, "You said it was a Yanhuang man who came to chase him. Where is he? I only saw Dongzheng priests!"

Of course Kong Xia felt aggrieved and hurriedly explained in bird language: "Master Mingjian, I really don't know who this person is!"

"Forget it, I won't argue with you because you have been obedient all these years. Fortunately, I made preparations in advance, otherwise I might have been caught off guard."

The priest in white didn't panic and walked inside. After all, Kong Xia described Zhao Sanyuan as a god descending to earth when he arrived. To be on the safe side, he was fully prepared and waiting for uninvited guests at any time. However, he didn't expect that the one who came first was an Eastern priest with extremely strong strength.

Outside the building, while Walter was dispelling the earthbound spirit, ten masked missionaries jumped out, holding the cross high and singing loudly.

Zhao Sanyuan saw the sudden change in the wind and clouds again, and the red clouds swirling at a low altitude on the lawn, which was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

It was really a knife stabbing my butt that opened my eyes.

But he was surprised. Zhao Sanyuan couldn't just watch the excitement, so he rushed out with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

But Walter dealt with it quite calmly.

He held a pitch-black stove in front of him, blowing on it gently, and the red clouds hovering above his head turned into nothingness.

If you close your eyes, you might think it's a singing competition between the two sides. You sing yours and I sing mine. It's a lively performance.

The next moment, ten masked preachers suddenly knelt down on one knee, with the cross in their hands stabbed on the ground.

Suddenly there was flying sand and rocks, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Walter took out a piece of 'rag' and wrapped it in his right hand.

"Hide your face from my sin and blot out all my iniquity. Create in me a clean heart, O God, and restore a right spirit within me."

A punch to the ground!

The ring of fire exploded!

A circle of fire spread out with Walter as the center. To achieve this effect, at least seven or eight talismans were needed.

Zhao Sanyuan didn't even have time to see clearly what was coming out of the ground before he was burned to death by the circle of mysterious flames.

"Damn it. Lao Wa, you are so pissy."

It can make classmate Xiao Zhao sigh sincerely, which shows that Walter is by no means a showman.

When the mysterious flames disappeared, the ten masked missionaries fell to the ground upright, as if their bodies had been beaten with steel plates. They were facing down, with their palms and soles facing up, which was particularly weird.

Strangely enough, after Zhao Sanyuan stood next to Lao Wa, he obviously felt that his physical fatigue was gradually fading, and even the blade wound on his leg no longer hurt so much.

"Stop! If you come here again, I'll kill him!"

Kong Xia appeared in front of the door. She pinched the little bolt tremblingly, and the latter's face turned blue in pain.

Although it's shameless for the kid to be a hostage, it's really useful. At least Zhao Sanyuan and Walter are afraid of it.

"It's not your turn to speak here, get out of the way." The missionary in white walked out of the shadows and looked at the two uninvited guests with murderous intent. He also held a young child in his arms, with mysterious symbols drawn on his face. The child's expression is dull, but if you look carefully, you will find another pupil squeezed out from under the pupil.

Walter is facing a formidable enemy, and these cultists are more crazier than expected.

(End of this chapter)