One hundred and fortieth chapter, the pious man Lando
Chapter 140: The Pious Man Lando
The carriage stopped in front of the busiest street in Dongmen City. When Weiss got off the bus, he glanced around - he didn't see the second carriage, but the observer must have been mixed in with the bustling crowds around.
Lando stood on the street. If he hadn't known that he had traveled through time and space, he would have felt that he was standing in a postmodern art work.
Modern and medieval, East and West, all are mixed in this bustling street. Bauhaus-style red brick buildings, Western-style pseudo-classical buildings built with Chinese building materials, and all-wood sorting trash cans
, there are police officers in black clothes wearing hats and leggings, carrying batons... all of this is strangely mixed together.
Lando resisted the idea of whistling. The group of them was taken to a business restaurant by Father Lu Ruohua. They entered a very elegantly decorated private room - a bit like the private rooms of the luxurious Chinese restaurants in Chinatown that Lando had visited.
"This is the best hotel in the area." Father Lu Ruohua calmly took the hot towel brought by the young girl and wiped his face and hands. A faint fragrance of sex spread in the private room.
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Then a young girl wearing a light blue tunic dress and a white apron brought a fragrant drink in a fine porcelain tea cup - this was Chinese tea.
Father Lu Ruohua skillfully picked up the tea cup, used the bowl lid to stir up the tea leaves, and took a careful sip.
"Come on, please use it."
Brother Cecilius made the sign of the cross: "I would like a glass of cold water."
John Dermot looked at the tea leaves in the bowl curiously. He took a careful sip and frowned, as if he was thinking about something again.
"In summer like this, drinking a cup of hot tea will only make you feel refreshed both physically and mentally." Lu Ruohua has become very addicted to drinking tea. He is very kind to his colleagues.
Father Jin Lige frowned. In his opinion, this priest seemed too keen on physical enjoyment. A missionary should only be satisfied with the simplest water and bread - if there is a little red wine, it is the greatest gift.
. Now he is actually addicted to strange foreign drinks.
Father Jinlige was opposed to all strange foreign drinks, whether it was Spanish chocolate, Arabic coffee or Chinese tea. In his opinion, they were all temptations of the devil.
Lunch, or rather this lunch, was a hearty meal for this group of people who had been enjoying the special meals of the quarantine camp. Weiss found it unbearable to say a long pre-meal prayer in front of warm whole wheat bread.
The chowder stewed with moon clams, shrimps, various fish and kelp was delicious - it reminded him of the "Provence fish soup" he had eaten in France. The large fish fillets were fried to perfection and served with fresh tomatoes.
The sauce made this group of diners marvel as they ate. Because it was not Lent, a large pot of sausages was served. They had been fried in some kind of oil, and they were fragrant when they were served.
Weiss took a bite and almost spit it out: This thing is made from God knows what kind of animal's sewers and bones, broken into pieces and mixed with starch and spices. Probably to cover up the smell, a lot of spices were generously added to it.
The taste was simply not for human consumption, but several missionaries were very happy to eat it. He had no choice but to put down his knife and fork, push the plate aside, and argued that moderation in eating was a Christian virtue.
The drink on the table was some kind of fruit wine. It was very sweet and had a smooth and refreshing taste after adding ice cubes. The priests also drank a lot. This was not only because the wine tasted mellow, but also the priests also needed this drink very much.
Let’s take a look at the fears I’ve had these days.
Everyone was very satisfied with the lunch, including Shlick. As a slave, he could not dine with his masters, but outside the box door, he munched four or five "fish steaks and burgers" and followed his master with a satisfied smile.
On the way to the monastery.
Dean Wu and Priest Bai of the Lingao Religion came to greet them in front of the church in person. Behind them were the local monks. The piety shown on their dark faces made Jin Lige very happy.
Father Jin Lige, who had been frightened enough in the quarantine camp, was flattered by the enthusiasm of the Australian church. After entering the church, he could only be surprised and admired. From the glass domes supported by cast iron shelves on the wall, bright lights
The flames illuminated the small inner hall brilliantly. Even the Florence Cathedral, which was filled with candles during Corpus Christi, could not be so bright and transparent.
A group of cute children wearing black and white uniforms with crosses hanging on their chests were singing psalms to praise the Lord in front of the altar. The melody accompanied by violins and harpsichords echoed in the church like water. Father Jin Lige felt extremely excited and surprised, and praised
The music of God is so harmonious and breathtaking, but there is not a band or a musician in the church. He thought of the various miraculous technologies of the Australians introduced by Father Lu Ruohua: they can put all the musical instruments into one
In a box made of metal and wood, complex and magnificent music was played inside. Then the sound of the pipe organ joined in, and the solemn roar filled the entire church. The sound of the organ became wider and deeper, turning into a rumbling sound.
The thunder overwhelmed all sounds. Then it suddenly turned into a heavenly movement, like a girl's high-pitched singing voice, floating high under the vault. Finally, it turned into a deep roar and thunder, and then became silent. The thunder-like roar echoed in the vault.
There was still a lingering lingering lingering sound below the head. Father Jin Lige’s mouth was half-opened, shocked by this solemn sacred music.
At this time, a clear and high-pitched female voice sang an unaccompanied hymn. "Amazing Grace" sung by Judy Collins. The children in the choir harmonized with children's voices, and the clear and slow rhythm slowly came from the depths of the church.
It rose slowly towards the dome of the garden. The priests couldn't help but make the sign of the cross.
In this solemn and soul-touching music, he saw a group of devout believers already prostrate on the ground. A believer in the front even excitedly kissed the feet of Jesus who was crucified on the cross. The flame of the gas lamp illuminated his body.
A long shadow stretched on the ground. Jin Lige discovered that the person was actually his attaché Weiss Lando.
Father Jin Lige couldn't help but praise the Lord's miraculous coming again. The holy voice of praising the Lord had obviously expelled the devil attached to that man, allowing this half-mad soldier to become an obedient servant of the Holy Father again. Wei, who heard the voice of the Father again,
Slando was obviously very excited and asked to confess his serious sins in this church.
This sudden request surprised everyone. The Jesuit priests were very excited. Nothing makes people feel happier than a fallen person returning to the arms of the church.
Bai Duolu reluctantly walked into a confession room dedicated to Wu Shimang. As a conscientious young priest, he was very unwilling to play the role of an informer at the same time. He knew that there was a person in this closed confession room.
The tapes in the microphones and recorders are taken away by special personnel every day and sent to the listening room of the political security agency.
There was a cough, and then a loud sound of nose blowing. Bai Duolu knew that the strange man was already sitting opposite.
"My child, what do you have to say to the Lord..."
"I need to see your President Wen," the white man opposite suddenly spoke in a stilted Cantonese vernacular, occasionally adding a few English words: "Your situation is not good. Liu, the pirate leader of Guangdong, is preparing to fight with
The Dutch fleet in the East Indies united to destroy your fleet, then attacked the port and sacked Lingao."
If the purgatory in Lingao is the prison cell in the quarantine camp, then Father Jin Lige must think that the Lingao monastery is heaven. As for where the hell in Lingao is, the priest does not want to think about it. But he has also heard that Australians are in Lingao
A prison called a "labor camp" was set up, and those who were lucky enough to return from there had little interest in the priests' illusory sermons about hell.
The Lingao Church has a strong interest in this hell. Priests often go there to preach to the poor prisoners. Father Lu Ruohua also often goes there.
The Lingao Church seems to have a special interest in saving secular "sinners". Father Jin Lige soon discovered this.
Now, Father Jin Lige is sitting at the table in the spacious and bright study room - Father Lu Ruohua has generously given up his residence in the monastery. He does not need to feel guilty about this - a two-story building owned by the monastery is under construction
During the construction, Lingao Religion continued to expand their building area to accommodate an increasingly large religious order.
No matter how you look at it, the Lingao monastery is in a state of prosperity. After Jin Lige delivered a mass and a sermon on the first Sunday, he was fully aware of the prosperity of the local church. He couldn't help but feel proud that he could be like this.
A place to expand the flock of God and feel the joy of it.
An elderly nun came to the study respectfully. Her wrinkled, dark face was full of respect, and she carefully cleared away the tableware from the table in front of him. The priest had just finished enjoying a meal in the hot afternoon of Lingao.
Delicious sorbet and iced kvass.
He suddenly felt a little ashamed of his indulging in food enjoyment. This feeling was particularly strong when he thought of his entourage.
The enthusiasm radiating from Weiss Lando, a soldier of unknown origin, even a well-informed and knowledgeable man like Father Jin Lige was astonished by it. Maybe he thought that the long confession with the Australian priest was not enough.
In order to clean up his sins, Weiss resolutely stayed in the East Gate Church and lived a life of asceticism. He cut his hair short, wore a coarse shirt, and lived on a few rice cakes and clear food every day. He was not even willing to live in the room.
Here, I even lived in the bell tower of the church,