All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 128 Rongmen Li

The moonlight danced, reflecting on the church glass, scattering a hazy rainbow of colors on the ground.
Ji Ran's footsteps were light, caressing the flat ground.

Behind the church is an opening and closing iron gate. This iron gate is very thick, like a gate to imprison wild beasts.

Ji Ran pushed it open and walked in.

His old features slowly twisted and twisted into a man with a horse face, triangular eyes, and a standard pigtail. It was none other than Wang Liu, the leader of this group of traitors.

Da da da.

Ji Ran walked along the hallway, one side facing the front hall, lined with transparent glass. The glass was covered in blood-red, hair-like veins. Moonlight filtered through, forming a silver carpet beneath his feet.

Ji Ran walked for about half an incense stick of time before light appeared in front of him.

At a nearby corner, orange-red candlesticks were lit, and several priests were walking around. Others, holding delicate boxes, were moving between the light and shadows.

All of them wore crisp white shirts and black priest robes, with gold or silver crosses hanging around their necks.

Ji Ran's heart skipped a beat. So many priests? You know, in China, missionaries are basically one priest per place, and then they are like seeds taking root in the ground and begin to spread out in all directions.

In fact, ordinary people really don't care. Some families even worship four or five gods, so they don't care about Western gods. If they come to our house to beg for food, we don't need a bite of your fragrance.

However, the requirements of the True Church are extremely harsh, requiring those who join the church to serve the only true God in the universe wholeheartedly. They are not allowed to worship Confucius, worship ancestors, or worship gods.

What will happen if these words are spoken?

The people who were originally hesitant dispersed in a hurry, causing the first missionaries to pay money to join the church in order to recruit believers.

There's a folk song that goes: "Why join the church? For six Beiyang-made coins! I'll spend them all and ask the priest for more. If he doesn't give me any, I'll quit."

This kind of behavior of throwing money around naturally did not last long. As some ruffians recognized themselves as believers and received their protection, the foreigners recruited these ruffians as their followers. The ruffians then helped the foreigners oppress the people, and a pattern of robbing land, people, and money was established.

"come over."

At this moment, a green-eyed, white-faced priest saw Ji Ran and waved at him.

Ji Ran walked over and saw him handing over a black priest robe and a white shirt.

"Go and put it on. The cardinal will perform the ceremony for us. Since you are still here today, you can be promoted to a priest and bathed in the holy light of the Lord."

There was a hint of hidden disgust and undisguised arrogance in the priest's eyes.

Ji Ran said nothing, took his clothes, and walked into the room the priest pointed to.

creak-

Ji Ran pushed the door open and entered. Here, a priest was tidying his clothes. Beside him was a tattered priest's robe, covered with bullet holes and knife marks.

Ji Ran probably understood.

Although this church survived the Boxer Society's attack, most of the foreign churches collapsed under the Boxer Society's attack and became ruins. I'm afraid that only a few people were able to come out alive.

【priest】

Level: 1

Skill:? ? ?

talent:? ? ?
Special: Carrying the aura of a pseudo-life tool (Spirit level: Level 2)
……

The Clairvoyance Bracelet sensed the opponent's information and the aura of the pseudo-life tool he carried.

A Level 1 priest, carrying a Level 2 pseudo-life tool. Indeed, an ordinary church that could escape the Boxer Society's attack couldn't be considered weak.

The priest turned around at this moment and was obviously stunned when he saw Ji Ran, and then his expression became a little playful.

"Jingren? Priest?"

His Mandarin was pronounced perfectly. In fact, all the missionaries who came to Jing Dynasty to spread their faith spoke authentic Mandarin. If it weren't for his appearance, no one would doubt that he was a native of Jing Dynasty if he changed his clothes.

At this moment, looking at Ji Ran, the priest stood still.

"If you're ready, please—"

Ji Ran saw that he had packed up and gestured. He was still wearing his military uniform, and changing clothes at this moment would immediately expose his mistake.

The priest took out a palm-sized camera and fiddled with it, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He said calmly, "Just change it."

"you sure?"

The other person's curious eyes, fiddling with the camera, were like a person visiting the zoo and suddenly seeing a monkey in the monkey mountain trying to put on human clothes. The priest ignored Ji Ran and just waved his hand. He didn't think the yellow monkey could recognize the camera in his hand.

Ji Ran ignored him.

In the crook of his arm hung the black priest's robe.

The robe was made of black satin, draped with intricate silver threads. Moonlight streamed through the open window, creating a white curtain as light as gauze. The silver light splashed over her body, reflected in the mirror, and the quaint bookshelves behind her, overflowing with English books.

Ji Ran took off his blue and white clerical robes, revealing a neat military uniform.

Although this military uniform wasn't meant for good people, it was much more appropriate than the priest's robe. It still didn't fit in with the room's classic English decor, but in this land, it wasn't people who didn't fit in.

But it is this pointed cage built on the suffering and blood of the people!
In the mirror, the priest holding the camera looked stunned, wondering why this parishioner was wearing a military uniform.

Ji Ran slowly took off his military uniform, put on a white shirt, and put on a priest's robe. Then he looked at the priest in the mirror and said quietly, "I let you go before."

After a while, Ji Ran walked out of the room alone.

Around his neck hung a pure gold cross, and behind him was nothing but the half-closed wardrobe.

On the corridor, seven or eight priests walked silently toward the main hall, their heads bowed, crucifixes in their right hands. Ji Ran also joined the crowd, pinching the lower end of the cross with his fingers, gently kneading it, making it more and more sharp.

In front of the main hall door, the bronze saint's candlestick was lit.

……

The flame of the Saint's candlestick was burning, illuminating Li Yan's pale and sweaty face.

He just vaguely saw a strange, huge black shadow crawling across the wall.

This is the last one on the right.

He counted silently, sensing the stillness of his right side, listening to the monster's movements recede. A small, stained hand pulled a thin wire from its bosom. Before joining the Yihe Society, Li Yan was a disciple of the Rong Clan of the Anba Sect, a thief.

He had never had enough to eat since he was a child. Even at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he still looked like a child of twelve or thirteen. His grandfather was a traveling doctor who always taught him to be a gentleman.

But I don’t understand it myself, so why should I be a gentleman?

Because my grandfather was a very upright person, he would sometimes not charge money for his treatment of the poor, and would even pay for the medicine. So many people came to see him, and after the treatment, they would kowtow and cry, not giving him a penny.

So, my sister stopped growing at ten months old and slept under the locust tree at the door of our house.

Just like my mother, she died of starvation.

He didn't want to die, so he rolled on the mat, held the red-hot charcoal in his hand to light a cigarette for his ancestor, and entered the family of honor.

He still remembered the day when he stole from a family. The family was planning to marry off their daughter, and the house was decorated with red and prosperity, making it look joyful.

I heard that this woman's family spent all their life savings on her coffin, made a golden phoenix hairpin as a dowry, and let their daughter marry an old scholar as a concubine.

He rubbed his hands together and entered the house in the middle of the night. With his fine skills, he pried open the box and took away the golden phoenix hairpin.

He handed the gold hairpin over to the master and got 10 copper coins for himself.

Some days later, when he passed by that family, he found that the house had been demolished, saying that they were going to build a church.

When he walked in, he found red paper and red cloth hanging on the ruins. These things must have been taken down on the day his daughter got married.

Upon inquiry, I found out that the woman had been broken off from engagement. Once this kind of thing spreads around the village, who cares why?
Why, that must be because the scholar had a keen eye and discovered that this woman was fickle and shameless! All the arrangements and the bachelors and scoundrels hanging around the door were like blunt knives cutting into reputation.

The woman was hanged on the third day, and I jumped into the well in the afternoon.

Li Yan only remembered that her heart was beating so hard that day, it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat! Her whole body was burning, and she felt like she was seriously ill.

At that time, he saw a foreigner with red hair and green eyes measuring the foundation of the house with a ruler.

He suddenly realized! That's right, the mother and daughter must have been forced to death by foreigners! It was the foreigners who bullied the widowed mother and the orphaned girl!

That day, he suddenly stabbed a foreigner! He didn't care whether he lived or died, and ran away! After that, he found his grandfather and joined the Boxer Society together.

Although he was small, he was most enthusiastic in killing the foreigner. Only when he saw the blood of the red-haired devil could he feel at ease.

At this moment, hearing the noise on the left, he gritted his teeth and went into the dungeon!

But just as he came in and had not yet run to the right, he saw a pair of large black hands clinging to the edge of the wall at the left corner, revealing half of a human-like head, and a pair of cold and dull eyes, staring straight at him.

Li Yan's blood rushed up instantly!
Damn!

This beast had already spotted me! It was lurking there!
(End of this chapter)