Chapter 560: The treasure of Christ, the New Testament, who can own it? (Please make a reservation, vote)
The bronze candlestick casts dim light and shadow in the banquet hall of the Latin Patriarch's Mansion. Feng Yunshan stood in front of the tapestry of "The Last Supper", staring at the "Brother Ji Du" on the tapestry, as if he remembered what happened in the long past.
Duke II of Wellington II's silver cane made a tick on the carpet, bringing Feng Yunshan out of his own thoughts.
"His Highness of the Southern King," the British general who had never been to the battlefield looked at Feng Yunshan with sharp eyes and asked in English: "In the True Covenant, we are the reincarnation of Jesus' sister Mary?" He deliberately raised his tone, causing the entire banquet hall to suddenly fall into silence.
The Bordeaux wine in Prince Napoleon's hand shook left and right, and Bishop Cyril II's golden cross trembled under the black robe. Everyone's eyes were condensed on Feng Yunshan.
"Brother Tian does have a sister named Maria. After he was reincarnated, he became the Queen of England, which is Victoria!" Feng Yunshan replied in a Guangdong accent. Rinko deliberately emphasized the word "sister" when translating.
Wellington's mouth twitched, almost laughing, and his eagle-like eyes swept across the blue-faced French prince - the British Empire was indeed blessed by gods, so no matter how many lifetimes Napoleon would have, it would be impossible to make France great again. Let's give up this idea as soon as possible!
Archbishop Paul suddenly coughed violently, and the communion wine in his hand poured out some of his robes and wet his robe. The Cardinal Archbishop of the Archdiocese of Paris opened the topic and asked in fluent French: "Your Highness, I have read all versions of the "Paradise" and are very interested in the heavenly Paris and the heavenly London depicted in it. Do you still remember what London and Paris look like?"
"And there is Jerusalem in heaven!" Muhammad Pasha could speak fluent French, "I want to know what Jerusalem in heaven is like?"
Rinko's French is not good, but there is also a translation arranged by the Roman church on site, which translated both of them into Chinese.
"I don't remember what happened in heaven anymore," Feng Yunshan said with a little regretful expression. "I am the reincarnation of my soul and I can't remember what happened in heaven and in the previous life. It was only when I arrived in Jerusalem that I vaguely remembered a treasure left to me by Brother Tian in the cave under the Temple Mount."
His words were translated into English and French, and everyone in the banquet hall suddenly had their eyes hot.
Jesus left to Feng Yunshan, no, it was Joseph’s treasure! That was the real “holy treasure”!
"Yes, what?" asked Patriarch Valagra, Latino, in a trembling voice.
"Yes" Feng Yunshan pondered 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 staring at Feng Yunshan's face.
"It's a piece of paper!" Feng Yunshan said solemnly.
The so-called covenant is a stone slab that God made a contract with the Jews. The Jews were so awesome with this "plate", and they could even take the Bible to the "United Hall" to slap the table on the "Haven".
Brother Tian later made an appointment with someone, called the New Testament, but there was no appointment. Or is that the appointment was hidden somewhere!
So when Rinko translated Feng Yunshan's words into English, all the foreigners who worshipped God in the banquet hall were not calmed down - the covenant version left by Jesus to Joseph could not be the covenant version of the True Covenant, because the True Covenant was a covenant made by Hong Xiuquan and the Chinese. Joseph had been a thousand or hundreds of years earlier, and there was nothing Hong Xiuquan had to do, so this covenant version could only be the covenant version of the New Testament.
Nowadays, Christianity has split Catholicism, Orthodox Church and a lot of Protestantism. Who is the most authentic? There is no doubt that whoever has the appointment is the most authentic! If this appointment is really in Feng Yunshan's hands, then whoever he gives it to will be able to get it! Otherwise, if you take it, you will have to go to hell!
Rinko suddenly took a half step forward, and her skirt embroidered with Taiping Sky patterns brushed past Prince Napoleon's military boots very close to her. She saw the woman clasping her fist at Feng Yunshan: "Father, my daughter is willing to get the holy objects for her father!"
"I will accompany the baron!" Prince Napoleon had guessed what Rinko was saying without waiting for anyone to translate. He immediately held the sword at his waist and took a step forward, protecting Rinko tightly, and his eyes swept over the gloomy face of Duke Wellington.
The sound of porcelain plates breaking in the corner of the banquet hall - Cyril II of the Greek Orthodox Church accidentally knocked over the dish, and the creamy mushroom soup was flowing along the Byzantine mosaic floor to the Genesis pattern.
Wellington suddenly laughed: "His Royal Highness is very enthusiastic about archaeology. However, the entrance to the Temple Mount Cave was discovered last year. It was not bottom-out and the lighting was extremely poor. If you walk a little deeper, you will be unable to see anything." He walked behind Rinko, "It would be better to let the Royal Corps of Engineers."
"No need to worry," Rinko smiled, "My father borrowed a magic weapon from King Luo Wu to illuminate it, and I took it to the hole without any mistakes." As she said that, she turned her head and looked at Prince Napoleon with affection.
The prince pressed the hilt of the sword in his hand: "With me here, I will definitely ensure the safety of the baron!"
Duke Wellington narrowed his eyes and made a deep mark on the carpet. He turned to Rinko, his voice with the cunning of the old fox: "Miss, do you know that Queen Victoria recently received a letter from Tianjing?"
Rinko's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingertips accidentally stroked Prince Napoleon's cuff: "The Duke was joking. How could the little woman know about the exchanges between Tianjing and London?"
"The letter mentioned that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was willing to become a brotherly country with the British Empire," Wellington pressed step by step, "the condition was that the queen admitted that she was Jesus' sister."
Prince Napoleon suddenly interrupted, with a little sarcastic voice: "So, is the British Empire going to change its ancestral order?" His hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword.
"His prince joking," Wellington sneered, "It's France, I heard that the workers in Paris are singing the hymns in "The True Covenant. Heaven"!"
Archbishop Paul suddenly stood between the two: "Everyone, we are all the people of the Lord."
"Lord?" Muhammad Pasha suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse, "Which one, our Lord, and the Lord of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, is Allah?"
Rinko took the opportunity to approach Prince Napoleon and exhaled as if she was orchid: "Your Highness, do you know that my ninth uncle, King Wu, predicted that a great emperor would be crowned in Versailles in the future." Her finger gently stroked the medal on the prince's chest, "It's not this person now, it's the future!"
Prince Napoleon's pupils shrank suddenly, and he grabbed Rinko's wrist: "What did you say?"
"Shh-" Rinko pressed her index finger against her lips, "The secret in the underground palace is much more interesting than this."
The Duke of Wellington looked at the interaction between the two and his face became more and more gloomy. He turned to Bishop Cyril: "Master Bishop, how do you Greek Orthodox Church think of these?"
Bishop Cyril stroked the cross on his chest, his eyes flashed: "How can mortals speculate God's arrangements? But "He looked at Rinko meaningfully, "It's better not to believe some prophecies."
The atmosphere in the banquet hall became more and more strange, and everyone's thoughts were floating where they were.
The gas lamps in the Peacock Hall of Buckingham Palace were blue and white on a rainy night. Prince Albert wiped his gold-wipe glasses with a silk palette for the third time. Prime Minister Parmeston pinched the Duke of Wellington's telegram, and the pipe ash fell into the bone porcelain ashtray: "Sister Jesus is more expensive than the Indian crown!"
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Foreign Minister Clarendon suddenly sneered: "We sent arms to the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to fight against the Qing Dynasty." He pointed at the portrait of Queen Victoria's crowning, "Now they have sent a ready-made divinity."
"Please pay attention to the wording!" Albert suddenly stood up, "The Queen's blood is the authority given to Great Britain by God." When he serves the Queen every night, his spirit is three points higher - that's the old sister who is serving Jesus! It's considered martyrdom when she's exhausted, right? She has to be a saint, right? She must work hard in the future.
Parmeston exhaled a smoke ring: "If the Queen can get the New Testament version, then the Anglican Church in Britain 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 on the world forever!"
Albert walked to the window, and in his eyes, the rain made cross-shaped water marks on the glass: "I went to Paris in person to negotiate with Feng Yunshan!"
Clarendon suddenly pressed the cigar to the bronze ashtray: "Your Highness, do you know what this means? If the negotiations are successful, you will become. "He rolled the Adam's apple, "recognized brother-in-law of Jesus!"
A strange light suddenly appeared on Prince Albert's face!
The moonlight penetrated through the carved window frames of Ottoman style and threw itself into the French consulate in Jerusalem. His fingertips stroked the staggered marks on Rinko's back, and the silk sheets still had the smell of ambergris and sweat.
"Who hurts you?" The prince has a Provencal accent in French.
Rinko chuckled in the goose feather pillow, "I myself." She suddenly turned over, "in the small church in the Nanwang Mansion of Tianjing, she used a cowhide soaked in salt water."
The prince suddenly bit her shoulder: "Why?"
"The King said that all the world have original sins, and I am no exception." Rinko's fingers slashed the muscles of the prince's chest, "and the closer they get to the saints, the more they have to cleanse their sins." Her tone suddenly became a little depressed, "I am committing sins now, aren't I?"
The copper bed squeaked softly. The prince grabbed her wrist and said, "I will definitely take responsibility."
Rinko suddenly pulled out of bed and put on her pajamas: "Responsible? Don't joke, Prince, your wife is waiting for you to return in Paris! If I remember correctly, she is also a Bonaparte, right?" She walked slowly in the bedroom, "What I want is a heaven on earth, this is the sacred mission given to us by the Heavenly Father!"
Chapter completed!