Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 40 Lian Jiazi Sili

Feng Xiuhu is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of dying in an undignified manner.

It's not easy to be a respectable person, he was mentally prepared for that.

Besides, there was a roommate living in his upper bunk. Luo Meng and Zhang Du died in unclear circumstances. How could Yu Duanhun have the guts to sit at the table and eat?

So not only do you have to take on this job, you also have to do it beautifully.

Not only do we have to do it, we have to do it on a big scale.

So that afternoon, Feng Xiuhu led his brothers into the port area in a mighty force.

He distributed booklets filled with hymns that he had taken from the church to the brothers, and radiated to the surrounding residents starting from Yushi Street, and put forward the slogan "The silver offering is less than half of the tax for good weather and good harvests."

The belief in the Goddess of Wind and Rain is deeply rooted in the port area. Feng Xiuhu did not expect to make a breakthrough right away, nor did he plan to take money out of people's pockets. The offerings can be collected starting next month. He plans to send out all the booklets first to observe people's acceptance.

But people's resistance to the church was stronger than Feng Xiuhu had imagined. The brothers tried to persuade them kindly, but almost no one was willing to accept. In the end, they had to kick the door open, slap them twice, and then force the booklet into their hands.

A forced melon is not sweet, and this is not the effect Feng Xiuhu wants.

He sat on the ferry, deep in thought and feeling worried.

Suddenly a figure blocked his way.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw a thin man with dark skin. He didn't know him, but he looked familiar.

"Here, give me one."

The man seemed nonchalant, glancing aside. As soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Xiuhu remembered.

He was the first person to raise his hand to “scrape the scales” yesterday.

Feng Xiuhu handed over a folded booklet. The man took it and immediately stuffed it into his waistband, as if he was afraid of being seen.

He stammered, "Let me be clear, I still trust the Empress, but—I'm just doing you a favor."

Feng Xiuhu was bewildered, thinking to himself that this guy was so arrogant. They had only done business once, and they weren't even close friends, yet he had the nerve to come up and get close to him.

He waved his hand: "I don't owe you a favor."

The man looked at him deeply, turned around and left without saying a word.

As soon as the man left, more people came over. Some of them were fishermen, some were fishmongers, and many were nearby residents.

They came forward one after another, but none of them spoke to Feng Xiuhu. They just picked up a page of a booklet from the side, put it in their clothes, and left immediately.

After a while, Shunzi came back from distributing the "flyers" and saw that Feng Xiuhu's hands were empty. He couldn't help but exclaim: "It has to be Big Brother again!"

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "Is there anything wrong?"

They were doing it in such a high-profile manner that there was no reason why the temple wouldn't get wind of it. Feng Xiuhu was worried about the safety of his brothers.

Shunzi nodded. He glanced around cautiously and lowered his voice, "I saw the Master of Ceremonies, but he ignored us. He watched from a distance for a while and then left. I guess he was in a hurry to report to the Chief Priest."

Feng Xiuhu looked at the sky, it was almost evening, he nodded and said: "Then let's have the brothers withdraw and see how Yu Duanhun reacts."

Shunzi agreed, turned around and ran away.

Not long after Shunzi left, someone else came to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw that the man was wearing a white and green long gown - he was a ceremonial officer.

He put his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant, and looked down at Feng Xiuhu: "Deacon Feng, the High Priest invites you."

The wait has finally come.

Feng Xiuhu patted his butt and stood up, raising his chin: "Lead the way."

……

This clerk gave Feng Xiuhu a different feeling.

In Feng Xiuhu's understanding, the temple ceremonial officer should be the counterpart of the church deacon, but after experiencing it up close, the ceremonial officer gave him the feeling of being more like a divine guard.

Feng Xiuhu couldn't keep his thoughts to himself, so he asked, "Are you psychic?"

The Registrar glanced at him, a bit surprised—Feng Xiuhu knew quite a bit. He still subconsciously assumed Feng Xiuhu was from Dicheng, but then he realized that Feng Xiuhu was already a deacon, so it wasn't surprising that he knew all this.

Si Li replied indifferently: "Not yet, but soon."

This is not right. Feng Xiuhu remembered that Hollis Wu said that after the master of ceremonies entered the spiritual realm, he would be qualified to serve as the high priest, just like the deacon who completed spiritual awakening was qualified to become a priest. This means that the master of ceremonies is still targeting the deacon.

But soon, Feng Xiuhu figured it out. Why did he feel that Sili was more like the Divine Guards?

Because of momentum.

Whether it is a deacon or a priest, standing next to the Holy Guard, they will look somewhat "weak".

But Si Li would not have this feeling - Si Li had the temperament of a "trained man" similar to that of the Divine Guards.

Feng Xiuhu had wondered before why the church had a divine guard, but the temple did not have its own "private army". Now the question has an answer.

When they arrived at the temple, the master of ceremonies led Feng Xiuhu to the back hall.

The chief priest Yu Duan Hun was sitting and drinking tea.

When he saw Feng Xiuhu, he raised his glass to salute him from afar and motioned Feng Xiuhu to sit next to him.

Feng Xiuhu didn't bother to be polite with him. He strode forward and sat down on the other side. He opened his coat and took out the iron box from the inside pocket of his coat.

laugh.

The match was lit, Feng Xiuhu came closer with a cigarette in his mouth, and the small bundle of paper rolled up into a flame.

After extinguishing the match, Feng Xiuhu exhaled a puff of green smoke, which swirled and dissipated in the main room.

Yu Duanhun was not in a hurry. He watched him finish all this quietly, then he personally poured tea and pushed it to Feng Xiuhu's hand: "Is there any tea in Dicheng?"

Asking knowingly.

The needles in the cup float up and down, creating ripples.

Feng Xiuhu lowered his head and stared at the tea, neither drinking nor speaking.

Yu Duanhun smiled silently: "Are you afraid that I will poison you?"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you—at least not today."

Feng Xiuhu then remembered the poisoning. What he was worried about was that Yu Duanhun would spit in it - after all, he had done that before.

But then again, Yu Duanhun looked down on him, so he wouldn't resort to such despicable means as poisoning.

Feng Xiuhu felt relieved and picked up the cup and drank it all.

Fragrance lingers on lips and teeth.

Feng Xiuhu smacked his lips.

After drinking the tea, we can continue the discussion.

Yu Duanhun tapped the table with his knuckles. "You're a man who knows what's good for you. You should be able to tell that the church wants you dead."

"If they tell me to die, I have to die?"

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands and said, "That doesn't make sense."

He stuck the cigarette butt into the teacup and leaned in to look at Yu Duanhun. "But you, why didn't you quickly pull the man out to dry the horse? Why did you call me over for no reason? I was waiting to see you and your grandson reunited."

Yu Duanhun had never been so close to a man face to face. He subconsciously leaned back in his chair and frowned, saying, "You're acting erratically and talking incoherently. Are you really crazy or just pretending to be crazy?"

Feng Xiuhu almost jumped up and down: "You are crazy!"

Yu Duanhun didn't want to argue with him about this, so he brought the subject back to the topic: "The Church sent you to the port area to give the Temple a reason to vent its anger. As long as you and your people die at the hands of the Temple, the matter of Diao Haisheng will be over."

“But I don’t want to do that.”

Yu Duanhun's tone was very sincere.

(End of this chapter)