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Chapter 558 Feng Yunshan: Listen carefully, my brother Ji Du left me a treasure! (Please subscribe, please vote)
The dilapidated walls of Jerusalem looked pale under the scorching sun of the Middle East, and the crescent flag of the Ottoman Empire on the top of the city hung weakly in the wind and sand.

Feng Yunshan's horse's hooves stepped over the desolate sand outside the city gate. A marching column composed of 300 old Taiping Army brothers, carrying Minié rifles with bayonets and holding high a True Joseph's Coiled Dragon Cross flag, marched out of the steps of the English and French heavenly soldiers. The Bedouins squatting at the foot of the city wall with nothing to do were so frightened that they subconsciously wrapped their robes tightly - they had only heard of the Crusades, so why were there Crusaders coming from China today?
"Welcome, Your Highness the Prince from China!" A Turkish translator wrapped in a scarlet turban knelt in the dust, and the gilded carriage of Mehmed Pasha, the governor of Jerusalem, creaked behind him. Four Ottoman soldiers wearing cylindrical hats blew the brass trumpets, and a team of Turkish soldiers carrying old-fashioned flintlock rifles followed the Pasha's carriage in a loose formation.

Following the Turks out of the city were the troops of the Latin Patriarch Joseph Valegra of the Roman Catholic Church, the troops of the Patriarch Cyril II of Jerusalem and All Palestine, and the consuls sent to Jerusalem by France and England. There were indeed many "big charlatans" living in the small Jerusalem, including two "patriarchs" and patriarchs! Feng Yunshan had finally found his opponent when he arrived here.

Feng Yunshan raised his right hand to stop the team, and subconsciously pressed his left hand on the enamel tobacco box hidden in a pouch on his waist - this was a parting gift from Luo Yaoguo, and inside it was a copy of "Memoirs of an Angel" tailor-made for him.

That’s right, it’s a “memoir”, not a “prophetic book”. Because Feng Yunshan, the third brother of Ji Du, has completely forgotten the happy times he had with Ji Du in Jerusalem and Bethlehem after experiencing many reincarnations. So Luo Yaoguo could only write a book called “Memoirs of an Angel” to help him recall.

However, Luo Tianshi said that he was not in Jerusalem at that time, but was helping Liu Xiu to throw meteorites in the Eastern Han Dynasty, so he didn't know much, but it was enough to prove that Feng Yunshan was really the reincarnation of Ji Du's third brother.
This king must be real! Feng Yunshan pinched the enamel tobacco box: Otherwise, how would this king know about the "Dead Sea Scrolls", the Tomb of Caiaphas, the Tombstone of Pontius Pilate and the Caves on the Temple Mount?
The third brother of Ji Du swept his eyes over the welcoming procession: the Catholic Patriarch Joseph Valegra, wearing a tall crown, had a livid face, the Orthodox Patriarch Cyril II's white beard trembled in the wind and sand, and the British and French consuls were hiding under parasols and whispering to each other.

"My father, His Royal Highness the Southern King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, is the reincarnation of Ji Du's third brother Joseph!" Rinko's clear and fluent English rang out, startling the French Consul Bertrand so much that his parasol tilted, and the British Consul Johnson was stunned.

"Heretics!" Vallegra roared in Latin that few people could understand. "Christianity has never recognized reincarnation. You, an Eastern heretic, must go to hell!"

Feng Yunshan said nothing, while Rinzi beside him shouted in English: "Ji Du mentioned in Matthew that 'Elijah has come', and in Luke it is mentioned that 'John the Baptist brought with him the spirit and power of Elijah'. This means that the prophet Elijah was reincarnated as John the Baptist, Ji Du's cousin!" She pointed at the Latin Patriarch and asked in a stern voice: "How dare you question the Bible?"

"You are a heretic of Origen! In the 553rd year after the birth of Jesus, the Second Ecumenical Council of Constantinople condemned Origen's teachings as heresy!" Vallegra shouted, "And it is mentioned in the Gospel of John that when John the Baptist was asked if he was Elijah, he directly replied 'I am not', which shows that John the Baptist is not the reincarnation of Elijah's soul!"

"A religious conference convened by the Eastern Roman Emperor Justinian I is qualified to declare that Saint Origen, the teacher of all saints, is a heretic? You Western churches have long denied the legitimacy of this conference!" Rinko continued to debate with Valegra, and she was not at all inferior - she also had an enamel tobacco box in her pocket! Moreover, before leaving China, she had been following Luo Yaoguo to receive instruction, and she already knew how to prove that Feng Yunshan was the reincarnation of Ji Du's brother.

The Patriarch Cyril II of the Eastern Orthodox Church did not understand English and could only use a secretary to interpret in real time. When he heard that Rinko actually questioned the legitimacy of the Second Council of Constantinople, he could not stand it and roared on the spot: "You devil, you dare to question the religious conference convened by the great Roman emperor!"

He spoke in Greek, which was immediately translated into Chinese by a British translator hired by the Southern King's delegation. Feng Yunshan smiled and said to Cyril II: "Old Patriarch, I have come from afar not to argue with you whether Justinian I had the right to convene a religious conference, but to take two treasures - I recently remembered some things from my past life, and vaguely remembered that Ji Du had left two treasures here, and I want to take them now!"

After Feng Yunshan's words were translated into English, French, Turkish and Greek, the people who greeted him at the gate of Jerusalem were so surprised that they were speechless for a moment.

Jesus left him a treasure in Jerusalem! If he could get the treasure, who would doubt that he was Jesus' brother?

No, we have to report this matter to the higher-ups right away, and we have to keep an eye on Feng Yunshan and his gang. We can’t let them dig for treasure or bury it!
London fog seeped into the Gothic corridor of Buckingham Palace. The telegram copy in Prince Albert's hand was illuminated by the firelight. Opposite him sat the Prime Minister, Viscount Palmerston, the old politician known for his iron fist, who was poking the headline of The Times with his cigar butt: "Chinese Prince Claims to be Brother of Christ and Arrives in the Middle East with 30,000 Expeditionary Forces".

"Ridiculous!" Palmerston flicked the ash into the Royal Doulton bone china ashtray. "This Feng Yunshan should be sent to Bedlam Asylum instead of being treated as a distinguished guest of the Empire."

Foreign Secretary Earl Clarendon adjusted his monocle: "But his brother Prince Shi Dakai led the 30,000 Chinese Expeditionary Force to fight the Russians for us."

Before he finished speaking, the golden oak door burst open. The second Duke of Wellington stepped in with a cane: "Gentlemen, Professor Faraday, the psychic director of the Magic Committee, has arrived in France. He and some of his Chinese students have brought 118 pillars that are said to reveal the origin of our world. They are going to be exhibited at the Paris Exposition and there will be major discoveries to be announced!" The Queen came out from behind the malachite screen, her gorgeous skirt sweeping across the Persian carpet: "Major discovery? Could it be a discovery related to the reincarnation of the soul? Duke, did Professor Faraday mention in his telegram that Prince Feng Yunshan was the reincarnation of Joseph?"

"Your Majesty, the professor did not mention any reincarnation of the soul," said the Duke. "His discovery is related to the basic substances that make up the world. These substances can be found through prophecy!"

Prince Albert suddenly slammed the telegram on the table: "Let scientists and magic experts study prophecies and basic materials. Now there is something more important! Prince Feng Yunshan claims to take away the treasures left by Jesus! If he doesn't dig anything out, it's fine. But what if he does? For example, dig out the Ark of the Covenant in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre! What should we do?"

"We can deny that it is the Ark of the Covenant!" Viscount Palmerston said, "We can just say it is fake and a hoax!"

Foreign Minister Earl Clarendon reminded: "Prime Minister, perhaps Prince Feng Yunshan can find something that will help boost the morale of the soldiers on the Crimean Peninsula. I heard that the emperor in Paris is almost going crazy."

"No, no, this won't do!" Prince Albert shook his head repeatedly, "We can't admit that Prince Feng Yunshan is the reincarnation of Joseph. This will threaten Britain's world hegemony!"

"My dear, I don't think so. If Feng Yunshan really brought back a miracle from the Holy Land," the queen suddenly took out a gold-plated "True Testament" that Hong Xiuquan asked the British envoy Wen Xian to bring back to England for her: "The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom has always insisted that I am the reincarnation of Jesus' sister Mary. They also thoughtfully designed angel wings with crystal crowns for me."

"My dear, please allow me to remind you that it is impossible for the Anglican Church to recognize it." Beads of sweat rolled down Prince Albert's forehead.

"My dear, if the Anglican Church thinks those Chinese are talking nonsense, then send people to Jerusalem to expose their lies," the Queen interrupted Prince Albert with a smile, "but if Feng Yunshan really found some evidence that proves he is the reincarnation of Jesus' brother, then can it also prove that I am also the reincarnation of Jesus' sister? If I am the reincarnation of Jesus' sister, wouldn't that be a good thing for the British Empire?"

The corridor suddenly fell into silence. It seemed that the Queen of England had really become Hong Xiuquan's sister!
At the same time, the west coast of the United States.

In the workers' dormitory of the Shasta mine in California, Xianfeng's cross was hung upside down. He stood on a broken wine barrel and shouted in the broken English that Rinko had introduced him to and later learned in night school in San Francisco: "Bishop Hong said that there will be eggs! There will be bread and Japanese wives! As long as you start a strike, everything will be there."

"Strike! Strike! Strike."

The Irish miners below cheered with their pickaxes raised.

"Zhao Erde, can I really get a raise this way?" a red-nosed miner asked De Ling, "Can I really marry a Japanese wife?"

De Ling looked at Xianfeng standing on the broken wine barrel with high spirits, took out a small piece of Tianhuang stone and rubbed it: "Of course, as long as you follow us and join us, everything will be there! Your leader, Mr. Jamie O'Connor, is now the master of Capitol Hill in Washington."

(End of this chapter)