Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 26 Spiritual Awakening and Channeling
In addition, there is a more important reason that Konate Chen did not even reveal to Hollis Wu.

The church's top leaders have already started negotiations with the temple, hoping to use this dispute as an excuse to further expand the Church of the Mist's influence in Sail City - such as allowing the church to preach in the port area.

However, this condition was firmly opposed by the temple. The port area has always been the temple's private territory with many believers. Since the temple weakened, it has become the only pure land in Fancheng, so it is impossible for the church to get involved.

The reasons given by the temple were also very sufficient. They said that the church was fabricating charges by blaming the temple for Luo Mengzhang's death, and that Boss Yuan's intention to assassinate the deacon was only one side of the church's statement.

So in the end, the matter turned into a bickering between the two sides, and it was difficult to reach a result in a short time.

So the church changed its thinking.

As the center of the incident, the choir leader was just an insignificant person.

The life or death of a small person is not important to either the church or the temple.

So the church casually placed a move to see if the temple would be fooled - if the temple killed Feng Xiuhu in revenge, then the church's move would have made sense.

The death of a choirmaster is insignificant and meaningless, and it is not a reason for the church to take action.

But if he was a church deacon, the church would have a good excuse to cut flesh from the temple.

At this time, Feng Xiuhu, who was unaware of the truth, was still holding it.

He didn't want to appear too eager and show weakness.

He sat steadily. "Does this deacon... get paid?"

The Semu guard behind him chuckled.

Feng Xiuhu turned around to look at him and said in a bad tone, "What are you laughing at?"

Hollis Wu smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Don't worry, Deacon, there is a salary. It will be paid to you every month by your church. The money will be paid from the offerings collected... Wait, why did you come here empty-handed?"

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands and said, "Do I have to buy you two kilograms of oranges?"

Hollis Wu opened his mouth and said, "I mean, shouldn't you hand in the offering silver today?"

Feng Xiuhu was also shocked: "Why should I give you the money I worked so hard to collect?"

Hollis Wu was incredulous: "Then what do you think the point of a church choir is?"

Feng Xiuhu answered as if it was a matter of course: "Of course, it's to preach to the God of Mist."

He glanced at Hollis Wu in confusion: "How can you be a priest without knowing this?"

"I did something for the God of Mist, so what's wrong with asking for some hard work fees?"

Hollis Wu was almost confused. He realized that arguing with a mentally ill person was wrong in itself, so he rubbed his face fiercely and raised his hand to end the topic: "Okay, if you want to stay, then stay."

Now it was Feng Xiuhu's turn to be stunned - it was one thing for him to keep the money, but he also knew in his heart that the money was collected on behalf of the church. After arguing for a long time, his original intention was actually to bargain with Hollis Wu and want to pay less, but he didn't expect Hollis Wu to be so straightforward.

Why is he so decisive?
How much silver is provided as offerings for the entire lower city and the four streets in the lower city?

Feng Xiuhu asked himself this question in his heart.

Judging from Hollis Wu's performance, he didn't feel bad at all, which means that it was not only not a lot, but also very little.

Feng Xiuhu figured it out. He asked, "Are there other choirs?"

Hollis Wu laughed: "Do you think such a large temple can only survive on the small amount of offerings in your hand?"

"So of course there are other choirs." "They're in the factory area. The leader's name is Mao Dali, nicknamed Mao Hetao. He has quite a few people under him. He's in charge of both the factory area and the downtown area."

"These two districts combined are too large. It takes three or four days every month to collect the tribute silver. Luo Meng Zhang thinks Mao Hetao is too slow, so he set aside four streets for you and He Da Ge."

Feng Xiuhu also came to his senses at this time. The reason why he felt that he had a lot of money was because the money was snatched from Boss Yuan.

Boss Yuan collected taxes from the entire Dicheng and Xiacheng, and the bulk of the money came from Xiacheng, so he only got so much. That is to say, from next month onwards, he will still be in charge of the four streets in Dicheng and Xiacheng - which may not be even as much as a fraction of what he robbed yesterday.

Feng Xiuhu was secretly complaining, but he was not in a hurry. After all, he had plenty of money now.

So he got back to the point: "What good is being a deacon?"

Hollis Wu found it increasingly difficult to understand Feng Xiuhu. Being granted the status of deacon was something that people outside the upper city could not even dream of, but he only wanted benefits - becoming a part of the church was the greatest benefit!

Hollis Wu patiently asked him, "What else do you want?"

Feng Xiuhu's true intentions were exposed. He rubbed his fingers together and looked at Hollis Wu. "For example, those little magic tricks that you guys keep hidden and don't let others learn?"

Hollis Wu smiled as if he had suddenly realized something. He held the pendant on his chest and said, "Like this?"

Thick fog swept in from nowhere, covering everything in an instant.

Feng Xiuhu was trapped in a vast fog. This experience was exactly the same as last time. He was anxious and jumped up and down, shouting, "Stop it! Stop it!"

He was afraid that it would be too late to speak out and Hollis Wu would die in an unclear manner like Luo Meng Zhang.

The thick fog soon dissipated and Feng Xiuhu returned to the study.

Feng Xiuhu's panic satisfied Hollis Wu - this was the reaction an ordinary person would have when seeing something beyond his understanding: fear and panic.

Feng Xiuhu also breathed a sigh of relief. He glared at Hollis Wu and said, "This is very dangerous, don't you know?"

Hollis Wu touched his chest and apologized: "I'm sorry to have scared you. This was just a small demonstration."

Seeing how sincere he was, Feng Xiuhu was generous and stopped blaming him. He waved his hand and said, "I want to learn too."

Hollis Wu shook his head: "Not yet, you need to work harder to qualify."

Feng Xiuhu pointed at him and said, "Hey, look, you're being stingy again. We're all so familiar with each other..."

Hollis Wu interrupted with a smile: "I understand how you feel. When I was a deacon, I was as anxious as you."

"But it's definitely not possible. As a deacon, you still need to pass the test of the God of Mist and prove your unwavering faith before you can truly become a priest. This process is called..."

"Spiritual awakening."

This old-fashioned word made Feng Xiuhu somewhat disenchanted with learning "magical methods".

Hollis Wu explained: “Only deacons who have completed spiritual awakening are qualified to become priests.”

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment and asked, "Is it the same with temples?"

Hollis Wu did not hide it: "It's essentially the same thing. Both are about showing one's piety to the gods. The only difference is the wording. The temple calls the process of testing whether the officiant is pious enough 'channeling'."

"Only a clerk who has reached the spiritual realm can be considered a true monk and qualified to serve as a high priest."

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