The Orthodox Church, you say, is rich. It would be difficult to even get a billion dollars.
But if you say it is poor, it has a private jet, which is quite luxurious.
This Gulfstream aircraft, which is worth tens of millions of dollars and costs millions to maintain every year, is said to have been donated by an oligarch believer and is usually only used by the patriarch when traveling.
Now Mikhail is using it to send Mr. Shen and I to Rome, which is considered a high-level courtesy.
Holding the champagne brought by the clergy, I muttered to myself: "Strength, I want strength.
It's too bad that I have a lot of knowledge in my mind out of thin air, but I don't have the ability to use it. Brother Shen Gong, please think of something and see if there is any way for me to improve quickly."
"If you don't practice hard, now you are giving me this tasteless fart."
He grabbed a macaron and threw it into his mouth: "Isn't there a Dayan Sutra? Let's practice it."
"It's too late."
I counted on my fingers and told him: "I don't have the ability of the original body now. I can deal with ordinary people, but it is a bit difficult to meet people like Guan Zheng.
And even though it is fused with Zhu Rongpu’s memory, the soul is still my own. There is only so much spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, and it will be gone if I just use a few witchcrafts. I can’t charge it for two hours and have it on standby for five minutes, right?”
Duke Shen clicked his lips: "How capable are you now?"
I used my mental energy to observe the internal situation in my body, and I snorted as if I was laughing at myself: "I guess he is no better than Zhuo Yi. At that time, on the banks of Heilongjiang, the inner demons barely had the upper hand against Zhuo Yi and the three of them. Now,
My body is stronger than it was back then, and my mental strength is a little stronger than it was back then, but it can be said that I haven’t made much progress at all.”
"Then how did you survive the fight with Sanmiao that day?"
"Didn't that mean the small universe exploded and then attracted the Nine Heavens Demon God Thunder?"
Thinking about the scene that day, I still had some lingering fear, and subconsciously pursed my lips: "Anyway, the current situation is purely an accident for Sophia. It's okay to bully ordinary priests, but I'm not sure about dealing with the saints from the West.
During dinner in the evening, I told Mikhail that I was only responsible for dealing with the opponent's high-end combat power, and the little minions were not worthy of letting me take action. Why? Isn't it just that I'm afraid of exposing my own strength?"
"I really can't leave if you keep nagging me like this."
Mr. Shen pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, and I quickly stopped him: "Hey, this is on a plane."
“What’s wrong with private jets?”
He lit the cigarette regardless, and the staff on the plane even handed him an ashtray.
Then he took a puff of cigarette and muttered: "I'm leaving. If you really confront people from the Western Vatican and they send a few saints to beat you up, wouldn't it be a fool's errand?"
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"Isn't that what you meant? So I'm wondering if you can stay and help me."
"I definitely won't be able to stay if I stay. There are a lot of things waiting for me in the country."
After making calculations while holding a cigarette in his mouth, Shen Gong suddenly said: "There is a way, but I don't know if you are willing to do it."
"You tell me and I listen."
"I put Duan Tian's granddaughter to sleep, and the two of them practiced together with the power of Taiyin. The speed was so fast."
"Nonsense, if she can agree, why should I ask you?"
"Then we can only kill more people."
"kill?"
I didn't understand what he meant: "What's the use of killing people? I don't lack practical experience now, what I lack is cultivation."
"At first glance, you don't understand what I want to express."
Duke Shen twitched his lips and glanced at a priest sitting not far away: "Do you still remember how I reshaped your soul? These priests are not very capable, and their souls are much more powerful than ordinary people.
Because of this, they can communicate with the so-called gods and withstand the pressure from divine power.
The Vatican is the headquarters of the Holy See. When you get there, you can secretly kill a few priests and absorb the origin of their souls. When your soul becomes stronger, your spiritual power will naturally increase."
I was stunned: "Is this against the ancestral teachings? It is clearly written in the witch code..."
"What is written in the code is that it is not allowed to absorb the souls of the same race to replenish oneself, the same race."
Duke Shen turned his head and stared at me with his cold eyes: "Same race, are they the same race?"
I hesitated for a moment and finally did not argue with him: "Then just do as you say."
"Well, that's pretty much it."
Duke Shen seemed quite satisfied and nodded: "Finally, he looks a bit like a witch. In the eyes of a witch, people are no different from animals. You can kill them if you want, and slaughter them if you want. What's more, they are a group of foreigners.
It's a good thing that you got Zhu Rongpu's memory, it just corrects your previous indecisiveness, and I don't have to keep nagging in your ears all day long, asking you to marry a wife and have children as soon as possible."
"Well, I'm really not used to you not nagging me."
I brushed off the topic half-jokingly, said nothing, and looked at the scenery outside the window.
It was late at night, and the horizon in the distance had begun to dim. The sun seemed to be coming out, and the surrounding clouds were reflected in a pink color, and my thoughts were slowly drifting upward.
In the past, when the inner demon was around, I was always in constant conflict with its consciousness.
Now it was peeled off by Qingluan, sealed again, and fell into a deep sleep, but the memories of Zhu Rongbu in my mind began to conflict with my own personality again, causing me to have a bit of a schizophrenia.
Thinking about the past that I have experienced with Qingluan over the past ten thousand years, I really want to follow her instructions and let her leave Penglai in the darkness and nothingness as soon as possible, and become immortal like the master, and her soul can return to heaven.
But I'm afraid that if I do this, the final outcome will develop in a direction I don't want to see.
Shen Gongxu, who is sitting next to him, and the most important people around him, will they really be able to be spared by the way of heaven and continue to survive in the world, as Qingluan said?
I don't know, but the more I think about it, the more confused my mind becomes, and these two thoughts almost tear my soul apart.
The sun began to rise, and the east gradually became brighter, and the light bloomed, just like the scene when the master deployed the Zhuxian Sword Array to slash at many of his fellow disciples.
Not daring to recall it anymore, I withdrew my gaze, pulled out a cigarette from Shen Gong's arms, and silently lit it for myself.
…
It was already past midnight when we got off the plane, and the sun was a bit dazzling, but it was December after all, and it was almost freezing in Europe.
A small breeze was blowing on my face. It was such a cold day. Tong Ruoqing was wearing a sweater and casual pants without even a coat. When she saw me walking down the boarding stairs, she jumped over and hugged me.
Me: "Gu Yan, how are you?"
"Okay, okay, I haven't seen you in the past few days, why have you lost weight again?"
"Isn't it because I miss you that I can't eat?"
She pouted her lips aggrievedly, but soon a smile appeared on her face: "Hello, Grandpa Shen!"