Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 45 The World and the Spirit World

Feng Xiuhu performed a standard chest-touching salute, his movements extremely pious.

Konate Chen's expression also grew serious, and he also crossed his arms in prayer: "Praise the Mist."

The higher the position, the more devout the faith.

He discovered this when Hollis Wu told Feng Xiuhu that spiritual awakening also required faith.

Feng Xiuhu made up a story: "I was swept into the fog and lost my way. I walked out without realizing it. I can't think of any other reason other than the blessing of the God of the Mist."

Konate Chen couldn't help but frowned: "You walked out? This is impossible, unless Hollis Wu did it on purpose."

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyes and responded improvisationally: "Maybe he wants to let me go out to get help?"

Konate Chen was stunned. It was a bit exaggerated to call for help, but it made sense to report the news.

He signaled with his eyes to the guard who was taking notes, and the guard nodded at him.

Konate Chen waved his hand and asked the guard to send the written record to the hall, and at the same time dismissed everyone else in the room.

Only Feng Xiuhu and Konate Chen were left in the study.

Konate Chen looked at Feng Xiuhu for a moment and said, "There's good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Feng Xiuhu straightened his tattered collar and said, "Although I feel a little embarrassed, I am indeed ready to become a glorious priest."

Konate twitched his lips and said, "That's not it."

"The good news is that you don't have to die for now."

"The bad news is you'll have to spend a night in jail and probably get a few lashes."

Feng Xiuhu glared at me, stiffening his neck and saying, "I won't say anything!"

"you……"

Konate Chen rubbed his brows and said, "Forget it."

"It's just a show. You can get through it if you grit your teeth. This way, we'll be more convincing when we confront the temple."

Feng Xiuhu patted his chest and said, "I was so scared. I thought I was going to be tortured. I almost confessed everything."

Konate looked at Feng Xiuhu deeply, with a hint of pity in his irritability.

Feng Xiuhu was familiar with that look. His expression froze, "...You've heard my story too?"

Konate Chen rubbed his face - he now believed it completely.

"Listen to me, Deacon Feng Xiuhu. No matter how much of what you just said is true or false, from now on, you must remember one thing."

"Yu Duanhun was the one who started all the disputes. He was the first to attack and even killed two priests of the church."

Feng Xiuhu slapped his thigh and said, "That's right!"

Although he felt sad for his two outstanding subordinates, Konate Chen knew that he had to put the overall situation first.

In the current situation, what the church needs is not the truth, but a sufficient reason to hold the temple accountable.

"Don't run around. Someone will take you to jail soon. My advice is - you'd better sleep on your stomach tonight."

Konate Chen turned and walked out.

"and many more."

Feng Xiuhu called him from behind.

Konate Chen looked back and asked, "Anything else?"

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "Do you keep your word?"

"of course."

Konate Chen nodded.

Feng Xiuhu was relieved: "Okay, then remember to add my name when you go back."

Konate Chen was stunned: "What's the name?"

Feng Xiuhu was also surprised by the speed of Konate Chen's expression change. "The Enlightenment list! The Spiritual Awakening! Don't try to deny it. Hollis Wu told me that as long as I take over the port area, I will be the next one to be enlightened."

It seems to be the case.

Konate Chen's lips moved. "I did say that... but enlightenment is not that simple. I need to first test whether your faith in the God of Mist is sufficient."

Feng Xiuhu tore open his clothes on his chest and said, "I have shed blood for the God of Mist!" The conversation could not continue that day. As a deacon, he was indeed qualified to receive enlightenment.

Konate Chen had no choice but to nod: "Okay, I'll take note. If you are truly devout enough, I think there will be a place for you in the next enlightenment."

……

No wonder Konate Chen suggested Feng Xiuhu to sleep on his stomach at night.

After he was taken to the prison, two Divine Guards tied him to a stone pillar with his back exposed, and then each of them raised a whip and whipped his flesh.

Seeing Feng Xiuhu cursing in pain, one of the Divine Guards advised him: "Bear with it a little longer. Don't leave any scars that will prevent you from completing your mission. I'll try to be gentler."

"You're quite a nice person."

Feng Xiuhu thanked him, but the Divine Guards beat him even harder.

Seeing his miserable state, the two Divine Guards laughed at him from behind: "This sewer rat really believes it!"

Feng Xiuhu, who was almost exhausted, was dragged into the cell and locked up.

Seeing the Divine Guards about to leave, Feng Xiuhu raised a hand with difficulty: "Wait a moment, can you help me take a message home?"

The Divine Guards glanced at him, ignored him and walked away.

Feng Xiuhu crawled onto the hay mat, thinking that the beating was well deserved.

Dozens of broken hands in exchange for a beating, that's fair.

Strictly speaking, he made a profit.

The burning pain on his back prevented him from falling asleep for a long time, but Feng Xiuhu tried hard not to open his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep because he knew he would have a dream tonight.

……

"Last time we talked about the concepts of 'flesh' and 'spirit'..."

On the podium, Feng Xiaohu was wearing glasses and holding a triangle ruler, pointing at the blackboard.

Under the stage, Feng Xiuhu sat upright behind his desk, with his chest out, head held high, hands and feet together. He had a red mole between his eyebrows, his cheeks were rosy, the red scarf on his chest was particularly conspicuous, and the armband on his sleeve was three red stripes.

Feng Xiuhu raised his arm and said crisply, "Teacher, I don't know how to do this question."

"Why are you raising your hand?"

Feng Xiaohu was stunned and felt something was wrong.

He touched the top of his head and found it was completely bald - it was actually a Mediterranean head.

Pure stereotype.

Snapped!
Feng Xiaohu threw the triangle ruler and said angrily, "What the hell are you dreaming about again!"

He walked over, picked up Feng Xiuhu and jumped out of the window. Feng Xiuhu looked back and found himself in the dream forest again.

Feng Xiaohu put Feng Xiuhu down and led him forward.

Walk and talk.

“To understand the body and the spirit, you must first understand the world and the spirit world.”

"The present world is what you see when you wake up every day, the world where your body resides, and everything in it has substance."

Feng Xiuhu concluded: "Material world?"

Feng Xiaohu tasted it and said, "That's right."

"And the spirit world is the spiritual world belonging to spirits."

He pointed to his feet and said, "If the physical body is proof of a person's material existence, then the spirit body is proof of a person's spiritual existence."

"The world and the spirit world exist simultaneously, yet they do not interfere with each other. The same is true of the body and the spirit. They are independent of each other, yet interdependent."

"Normally, when a person's physical body dies, the connection between the spirit and the physical body will be completely severed after a period of time. The spirit will then enter the spirit world and wait to completely dissipate."

"But not only spirits whose bodies have died can enter the spirit world. There are exceptions, such as your current situation."

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