The Qing Dynasty is about to end

Chapter 560: The Treasure of Christ, the New Testament, Who Can Own It? (Request for Subscription, Request for Tickets)
The bronze candlesticks cast a dim light in the banquet hall of the Latin Patriarchate. Feng Yunshan stood in front of the tapestry of "The Last Supper" with a glass of wine in his hand, staring at the "Heavenly Brother Ji Du" on the tapestry, as if he was remembering something that happened in the distant past.
The tapping sound of the second Duke of Wellington's silver cane on the carpet brought Feng Yunshan out of his own thoughts.

"Your Highness, the King of the South," the British general who had rarely been on the battlefield looked at Feng Yunshan sharply and asked in English: "The True Testament says that our queen is the reincarnation of Jesus' sister Mary?" He deliberately raised his voice, causing the entire banquet hall to suddenly fall into silence.

Prince Napoleon swung the bottle of Bordeaux in his hand, and the golden cross of Bishop Cyril II trembled under his black robe. Everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Yunshan.

"Brother Tian does have a sister named Maria. After reincarnation, she became the Queen of England, Victoria!" Feng Yunshan answered in Mandarin with a Cantonese accent. Rinzi deliberately emphasized the word "sister" when translating.

The corners of Wellington's mouth twitched, and he was almost about to laugh. His hawk-like eyes swept over the blue-faced French prince - the British Empire was indeed blessed by God, so no matter how many Napoleons there were, it would be impossible for France to be great again. It would be better to give up this idea as soon as possible!
Archbishop Paul suddenly coughed violently, spilling some of the sacramental wine in his hand and soaking his robes. The cardinal of the Archdiocese of Paris changed the subject and asked in fluent French: "Your Highness, I have read all versions of "Paradise" and am very interested in the heavenly Paris and heavenly London described in them. Do you still remember what the heavenly London and Paris look like?"

"There is also the Jerusalem in heaven!" Mohammed Pasha could actually speak fluent French. "I want to know what the Jerusalem in heaven looks like?"

Rinko's French is not very good, but there was a translator arranged by the Roman Church on the scene who translated their questions into Chinese.

"I don't remember anything about heaven," Feng Yunshan said with a slightly regretful expression, "I am a reincarnated soul, and I don't remember anything about heaven or my previous life. It was only when I arrived in Jerusalem that I vaguely remembered that there was a treasure left to me by Brother Tian hidden in the cave under the Temple Mount."

His words were translated into English and French, and everyone in the banquet hall suddenly had eyes burning with excitement.

The treasure that Jesus left to Feng Yunshan, no, it was Joseph's treasure! That was the real "holy treasure"!

"Yes, what is it?" asked Latin Patriarch Vallegra in a trembling voice.

"Yes." Feng Yunshan hesitated for a moment, as if thinking about whether to tell the other party about the treasure.

There was a sudden silence in the banquet hall, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Feng Yunshan's face.

"It's a contract plate!" Feng Yunshan said solemnly, enunciating each word.

The so-called tablets of the covenant are a stone tablet on which God and the Jews made a covenant. With this "tablet", the Jews became so powerful that they could even take the Bible to the "United Church" in "heaven" and slam the table.

Brother Tian later made another covenant with someone, called the New Covenant, but there was no covenant tablet. Or perhaps the covenant tablet was hidden somewhere!
So when Rinko translated Feng Yunshan's words into English, all the God-worshipping foreigners in the banquet hall became upset - the covenant Jesus left for Joseph could not be the "True Testament", because the "True Testament" was the covenant made between Hong Xiuquan and the Chinese, and Joseph was born a thousand or several hundred years earlier, and had nothing to do with Hong Xiuquan, so this covenant could only be the New Testament.

Now Christianity has split into Catholicism, Eastern Orthodoxy and a lot of Protestantism. Which one is the most authentic? Without a doubt, whoever has the covenant is the most authentic! And if this covenant really falls into Feng Yunshan's hands, then whoever he gives it to can take it! Otherwise, even if you take it, you will go to hell!
Rinko suddenly took a half step forward, and the hem of her skirt embroidered with the Taiping Heaven pattern brushed past the military boots of Prince Napoleon who was very close to her. The woman clasped her fists to Feng Yunshan and said, "Father, your daughter is willing to retrieve the holy object for you!"

"I will accompany the baroness!" Prince Napoleon guessed what Rinko was saying without waiting for someone to translate. He immediately grasped the sword at his waist and stepped forward, protecting Rinko tightly, while his eyes swept across the gloomy face of the Duke of Wellington.

There was a sound of porcelain plates breaking in the corner of the banquet hall - Cyril II of the Greek Orthodox Church accidentally knocked over his plate, and cream of mushroom soup was flowing along the Byzantine mosaic floor towards the "Genesis" pattern.

Wellington suddenly laughed out loud: "Your Highness is enthusiastic about archaeology. However, the entrance to the Temple Hill cave was only discovered last year. It is bottomless inside, and the lighting is very poor. If you go deeper, you can't see anything." He walked behind Rinko, "Why not let the Royal Engineers."

"No need to trouble you," Rinko said with a smile, "My father borrowed a magical tool that can illuminate from King Luo Wu. I will be safe when I go down the cave with it." As she said this, she turned her head and looked at Prince Napoleon lovingly.

The prince put his hand on the hilt of his sword: "With me here, I will definitely ensure the safety of the baroness!"

The Duke of Wellington narrowed his eyes, and his cane scratched a deep mark on the carpet. He turned to Rinko and said with the cunning of an old fox: "Miss, do you know that Queen Victoria recently received a letter from Tianjing?"

Rinko's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips inadvertently brushed across Prince Napoleon's sleeves: "Your Excellency the Duke, you are joking. How could I know about the exchanges between Tianjing and London?"

"The letter mentioned that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom is willing to form a brotherly relationship with the British Empire," Wellington pressed on, "The condition is that the Queen admits that she is the sister of Jesus." Prince Napoleon suddenly interrupted with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "So, the British Empire is going to convert to True Covenantism?" His hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"Your Highness is joking," Wellington sneered. "In France, I heard that the workers in Paris are singing the hymns in The True Testament: Paradise!"

Archbishop Paul suddenly stood between the two men and said, "Gentlemen, we are all the Lord's people."

"Lord?" Mohammed Pasha suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice. "Your Lord, our Lord, and the Lord of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which one is the true Lord?"

Rinko took the opportunity to get close to Prince Napoleon and said, "Your Highness, do you know that my uncle, King Luo Wu, has predicted that a great emperor will be crowned in the Palace of Versailles in the future." Her fingers gently stroked the medal on the prince's chest, "It's not the current one, but the future one!"

Prince Napoleon's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly grabbed Rinko's wrist: "What did you say?"

"Shh..." Rinko put her index finger to her lips, "The secrets in the underground palace are much more interesting than this."

The Duke of Wellington watched the interaction between the two, his face becoming increasingly gloomy. He turned to Bishop Cyril and said, "Bishop, what do you Greek Orthodox think of this?"

Bishop Cyril stroked the cross on his chest, his eyes flickering: "How can mortals speculate on God's arrangements? However," he glanced at Rinko meaningfully, "it's better not to believe in some prophecies."

The atmosphere in the banquet hall became increasingly strange, and everyone's thoughts were wandering to who knows where.
The gas lamps in the Peacock Room of Buckingham Palace glowed pale blue in the rainy night. Prince Albert wiped his gold-rimmed glasses with a silk handkerchief for the third time. Prime Minister Palmerston held the Duke of Wellington's telegram in his hand, and the ashes of his pipe fell into the bone china ashtray: "This is more valuable than the crown of India!"

Foreign Secretary Clarendon suddenly sneered: "We once sent arms to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to fight the Qing Dynasty." He pointed at the coronation portrait of Queen Victoria, "Now they are sending us a ready-made divinity."

"Watch your words!" Albert suddenly stood up, "The Queen's bloodline is the authority given to Great Britain by God." He was now three points more energetic when he served the Queen every night - she was serving Jesus' sister! Exhausting herself to death is also considered martyrdom, right? She should be canonized as a saint, right? I must work hard in the future.
Palmerston blew out a puff of smoke: "If the Queen can get the New Testament, the Anglican Church in England will become the new universal church." He suddenly lowered his voice, "The Queen will become the leader of the Christian world! The glory of the British Empire will shine forever in the world!"

Albert walked to the window, and in his eyes, the rain drew a cross-shaped water mark on the glass: "I will go to Paris in person to negotiate with Feng Yunshan!"

Clarendon suddenly put out his cigar in a bronze ashtray: "Your Highness, do you know what this means? If the negotiations are successful, you will become..." His Adam's apple rolled, "The recognized brother-in-law of Jesus!"

Prince Albert's face suddenly glowed with a strange light!
Moonlight shone through the Ottoman-style carved windows into the French Consulate in Jerusalem. His fingertips stroked the shallow crisscross marks on Rinko's back, and the silk sheets still retained the scent of ambergris and sweat.

"Who hurt you?" the prince asked in French with a Provencal accent.

Rinko chuckled with her face buried in the goose feather pillow: "I did it myself." She suddenly turned over, "In the chapel in the Nanwang Palace in Tianjing, using a cowhide whip soaked in salt water."

The prince suddenly bit her shoulder and asked, "Why?"

"The king said that everyone has original sin, and I am no exception." Rinko's fingers slid across the prince's chest muscles, "And the closer you are to the saints, the more you need to cleanse your sins." Her tone suddenly became a little depressed, "I am committing a sin now, am I not?"

The brass bed creaked slightly. The prince grabbed her wrist and said, "I will definitely take responsibility."

Rinko suddenly got out of bed and put on her pajamas: "Responsible? Don't be ridiculous, Prince. Your wife is waiting for you at your residence in Paris! If I remember correctly, she is also a Bonaparte, right?" She took a few steps slowly in the bedroom. "Besides, what I want is a paradise on earth. This is the sacred mission given to us by God!"

(End of this chapter)