Chapter 333 Foreign Monks Are Superstitious

Bishop Ivanka and the priests began to carry out missionary activities wherever they could.

However, these missionary activities were obviously not very popular.

"God will forgive his people..." Father Adams grabbed the farmer holding the hoe and rambled in a benevolent and loving voice.

Unfortunately, it turns out that farmers have to rush to farm.

Wuhangshan harvested another wave of grain.

This is already their fourth wave of planting. This time, in addition to filling their stomachs with wheat, farmers in Wuhangshan began to think about growing some delicious and special crops.

Based on the consultation of several village chiefs, this time they planted a plant similar to sweet potatoes.

In fact, this is the crop that the sweet potato is derived from.

This plant has a large yield and is very popular because it tastes sweet and juicy when eaten raw and soft when cooked.

Farmers here simply call that crop water sweet potato, which is vivid and easy to understand.

This kind of water sweet potato is good everywhere, but it is more expensive.

It is very easy to get bruised when digging out. If you want to store fresh water sweet potatoes, they need to be carefully cleaned and pickled.

Of course, if you dig it out and dry it in the sun, it won’t be so troublesome.

These days, these farmers are busy harvesting water sweet potatoes. Even with the help of professional counterparts, they are still so busy that they hit the back of their heads every day. How can they have time to listen to these foreign devils talking about these messy things?

However, it happened that the farmer Adams was dragging along was a well-known person from all over the country - he was famous for being easy to talk to.

An embarrassed smile appeared on this good farmer's dark face: "I...I don't believe in God."

"That's because you didn't feel the wisdom of the gods." Adams ignored his body movements of rejection, "What's more, there is no need to be modest, I saw your actions of worshiping the God of the Earth. At least this shows that you have a heart for God. …”

"God of the Earth?" The good farmer looked confused.

Only then did he realize that what the foreigner opposite was actually saying was a string of bird language, but when it fell into his ears, it was as if it was automatically translated.

This is a spiritual translation method temporarily developed by Ivanka and others.

I have to say that Ivanka’s group of priests are indeed better at spiritual related spells.

The spiritual translation method they learned actually came from the ancient books of the Vatican.

Originally, this ancient book called this magic the Holy Technique.

According to legend, it is a technique used by gods to convey their will to humans.

But thinking about it, the Vatican group has always promoted "God's fraternity" and welcomes all believers. They have never considered what to do if believers don't understand God's will.

Moreover, God’s message in a foreign language that confused the local bishop definitely ranks among the top ten incredible moments in the church.

The content conveyed by this spiritual translation method originates from the speaker's original meaning and is also based on the speaker's understanding.

Therefore, referring to the "Lord of the Earth" as the "God of the Earth" is probably a deviation in understanding.

God gave good farmers a long time to communicate before both parties finally understood each other's intentions.

The farmer showed an honest smile and seemed to be quite amused.

"Actually, our god is not the God of the Earth. He is mainly responsible for us growing food..."

"Just grow food?" The priest was stunned, with a look of disdain behind him.

"False gods are false gods. God should be omnipotent..."

However, just when the priest wanted to continue selling, the farmer turned around and left.

The priest was stunned.

——You...why aren't you angry? The god you believe in is being despised...

He hurriedly took two steps forward and grabbed the farmer, looking unkind.

"It seems that you are not a devout believer." The priest looked at the farmer condescendingly.

The simple farmers were actually used to this kind of condescending look, so they were not offended and just explained.

"I don't need to be a devout believer."

"We here... don't really need any piety. If you have something to do, just go and pray. If you don't have anything to do, always pray..."

The farmer explained awkwardly for a long time.

The priest became more and more confused as he listened.

Why can people here say that they are ungrateful so confidently? Why don't the gods punish them? Are other believers okay with this?

You must know that any religion will unite people with fanatical beliefs and use group persecution to force people to brainwash themselves, thereby achieving the effect of spiritual unity.

The farmer ignored his confusion and explained for a long time, but he couldn't quite understand it. In the end, he just sighed.

"Hey! I won't explain it to you, and even if I explain it, you won't understand. I have to collect sweet potatoes. I have a lot of work today."

With that said, the farmer was about to leave again.

However, the priest was angered by "You don't understand."

In the face of the simplicity of the villagers, his sense of superiority was nowhere to be shown. Instead, he was made into a stubborn fool by the simplest tolerance.

And the most fatal thing is that some of the people this priest met today were honest, some were mean, some were gentle, and some were rude.

But without exception, they were ignorant of the glory of God and were arrogant.

"Arrogant and ignorant pagan!" The priest's patience finally ran out, and he swore angrily with a stern face.

Unfortunately, this sentence was also translated by the spiritual translation method.

The farmer was stunned for a moment, a little unhappy at being scolded, but he was a good-tempered person after all, so he just planned to leave with a sullen face.

However, there was a village woman beside him who quit.

"Who are you talking about, yellow-haired devil! Who is arrogant? Who is ignorant?% x-on:；!;-*-?; x-on:*% x-on:%*" This was followed by a string of difficult slang and swear words.

As the saying goes, an honest man looks for a shrew. This shrew is the wife of this honest man.

Although this shrew looks rough and savage, she has the character to protect her own man. When she saw a yellow-haired man accusing her man unreasonably, she immediately rushed forward like a fighting cock.

While cursing, the village woman launched a swing attack, swung her right hand vigorously, and pointed her index finger to the tip of the priest's nose, domineeringly.

The priest had never seen such a shrewd person. His face was sprayed with spittle and his nose was poked hard.

Immediately, the priest's nose became sour and tears came down.

The priest staggered back a few steps.

"You..." The priest was so angry that his hands were shaking. A heavy book trembled in his hands, and the pages made a rustling sound.

The priest tried his best to remain decent, but his voice was filled with tears unconsciously, "You pagans will go to hell after you die!"

The priest cursed at the top of his lungs. As if he didn't think it was enough, he roared and repeated: "Hell! Only hell is your destination!"

However, the village woman didn't care about the hell he talked about. What she really cared about was...

"Fuck you mlgb, you are the one who died! Your whole fucking family will die immediately! Me!_/ x-on:!~% x-on:/%!-~$..."

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The priest was besieged in a panic.

People around him criticized him, and then he was taken to the villagers' self-governing meeting to receive ideological education.

The crime is to spread feudal superstition, deliberately provoke conflicts and disturb public order.

All in all, several crimes will be punished.

Li Ge simply put on Wu Shan's shell and joined in the fun.

At this time, the priest no longer looked arrogant. His clean and tidy robe had been torn to pieces, and it seemed that he had been forcibly pulled away by many villagers.

The Bible was not injured at all and was held in the arms of the priest.

At this time, the priest shrank, as if the Bible in his arms was his only source of strength.

Surrounded by villagers and members of the autonomous village committee.

"Why are you so angry? Sister-in-law of the Niu family, please calm down. After all, we are also international friends. By the way, what did he do?"

The savage village woman, Mrs. Niu, held the priest's collar in one hand and put her hands on her hips with the other.

"Let's all comment! Everyone knows that my man is a well-known honest man in eight villages across ten miles and eighty miles. This yellow man is dragging my man to promote his family's gods."

"But Huang Mao talks nonsense and doesn't give any benefits. As soon as his upper lip touches his lower lip, he asks us to offer incense! How can there be such a thing?"

"My man didn't want to, but he cursed us to death!"

"I didn't! No!" The priest, under the siege of the crowd, yelled while pulling his neck.

"No, no, no!" Sister-in-law Niu pulled the divine robe staggering, and the collar of the divine robe was ripped apart.

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Ask my man, he is an honest man and he never lies!"

The eyes of the melon-eaters looked at the honest man.

The honest man nodded and said nothing.

Suddenly, everyone believed it.

"Who is this person...who wants to curse someone else's whole family to death if he doesn't believe in his family's god?"

"But, to be honest, don't they all say that foreigners believe in science? Why are their feudal superstitions more extreme than ours?"

…

There was a buzz of discussion, and the look in the priest's eyes was mocking and contemptuous, causing the priest to panic immediately.

"Provoking conflicts...disturbing public order...I admit it!" the priest shouted loudly, "but feudal superstition...what is feudal superstition?"

"It's all about pretending to be a ghost!" There were enthusiastic people around to help answer the question.

"But!" the priest argued, "you are also worshiping gods. You don't have some earth god!"

The chairman of the autonomous village committee couldn't help but laugh, but the next second he turned serious.

"What we are doing is not about pretending to be gods and ghosts, but about humans and gods co-governing a beautiful society."

"Superstitious and superstitious, including superstition and belief. To put it simply, what you believe in is illusory."

"Our land god is real, what about yours?"

"Can you tell me, have you seen your gods? Have your gods done anything for you?"

"The gods live in heaven!" the priest retorted fiercely, "How can we mortals just see it at will?"

"If you have the ability, let us see you!" Some villagers were not afraid of the excitement and shouted, "Otherwise, it doesn't exist at all! Maybe your bosses will use this name to deceive you!"