Mason looked at the female monk in surprise, and after a while he smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know! It should be... a lot! I'm just a temporary monk, there are so many adults in the temple, they must be kinder than me

sincere."

The female monk looked at Mason, her deep eyes seeming to reflect the hypocrisy on his face.

"You lied!"

In the drizzle and mist, the cold words were so harsh that Brother Mason felt helpless and cold.

He shook his head again, placed dozens of federal coins on the pulpit, turned around and walked away silently.

He didn't want to talk to the female monk anymore. The other person's eyes and words had the power to pierce people's hearts, stirring up the negative emotions in his heart again and becoming irrepressible.

Mason walked hurriedly on Bluegrass Street. The sudden heavy rain soaked him all over, but in his chest, there was a burning resentment that continued to expand.

That female monk was right, he just lied.

Silly monks like me are so damn rare these days.

Nowadays, when other people hold impromptu sermons on the streets, they no longer distribute Holy Communion. They don’t even need to sing the FMD hymn. They just recite a blessing and the believers will obediently hand over the donations.

Everyone is rushing to preach in those wealthy neighborhoods, one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and maybe one in the evening.

Anyone who dares not come out to receive sermons will be labeled disrespectful to the gods. In the next few days, there may be some accidents at home, and they may be "punished by the gods."

In just a few months, a monk can accumulate a large amount of money, turn in donations to the church every day in thousands, teach core teachings, and be promoted to higher positions, all the way to the top.

And poor people like Mason, who only pay one hundred per day and barely maintain temporary monk status, will never get the opportunity to teach core teachings and be promoted to high-level positions.

But Mason was a fool. He relied on his seniority to dominate several poor neighborhoods, and brutally drove away the monks who tried to come over and exploit them, so that these poor people who were already struggling to survive could

Life is a little easier.

Many of Mason's companions who became temporary monks made fun of him, saying that he "earned less than the beggars in District 8" and could only wallow in mud all his life, so it was better to let go and make a lot of money.

"I would rather wallow in the mud than make money that hurts people."

Mason encouraged himself and walked through the flooded streets, just like the legendary ascetic monks who were strict with themselves and trudged on the road to enlightenment.

"Plop~"

Mason suddenly felt his feet were empty, and his whole body fell.

"Oops, it's the manhole that lost its cover."

Mason quickly stretched out his hands, grabbed the edge of the pit in panic, and climbed up in a hurry.

There was a burning pain in my leg, and blood flowed out along the robe.

Mason looked around, gritted his teeth, limped a long way away, came back with a branch, inserted it into the pit to mark it, then took a breath and started to treat the wound on his leg.

There was a big gash in Mason's leg, but he was soaked in the sewage and didn't even have a clean piece of cloth. How could he bandage the wound?

Mason gritted his teeth, almost thirty years old, and finally shed tears.

"If there is a god, please give me guidance and tell me...whether I am really wrong..."

The people who joined the church with Mason already had cars and houses to enjoy life, but Mason was the only one who had to brave the heavy rain and walk alone in the mud and water.

"Do you regret it?"

A cold voice sounded from behind. Mason looked back and saw that the female monk in old robes had arrived behind him at some point.

"Are you laughing at me? You don't even look at yourself..."

Mason was so angry that he couldn't find an outlet, and he immediately wanted to retaliate against the sarcastic female monk, but he only said half a sentence before he suddenly froze.

Not even a drop of the pouring rain fell on her body. She stood on top of the stagnant water, but her white old divine robe was not stained by a single stain.

The howling wind and rain blew by, gently blowing up her robe. Mason vaguely noticed that she was not wearing shoes, but her white feet were suspended above the stagnant water.

"You are... You are..."

Mason felt unspeakable fear and could not even speak.

"Mason, more than three years ago, you and thirty-one others swore to me at the Iron Cross Church that you were willing to use your life to uphold the doctrine of universal love. But today, you are the only one left to uphold your true heart.

Let me ask you...do you regret it?"

Mason knelt down and cried loudly: "No, I don't regret it...Your Highness Chentong...you are finally back...all these years, they have forgotten

Your teachings forget that everyone loves everyone..."

"In the past few years since His Highness left, the permanent population of Star City has decreased by 20%. Some have gone to the countryside, and some have followed the opposition government organized by Qiao Linsheng to the southern capital."

"And these 20% of the population have taken away at least 50% of the consumption power, making the entire Star City instantly depressed..."

"Well now, Your Highness, you are back. We will make people support us like before, instead of being afraid of us like they are now..."

Chentong looked at Mason who was crying and suddenly asked: "Are you willing to travel far away?"

“…..”

Mason was stunned for a moment and nodded heavily: "I am willing to follow His Highness's wishes and go anywhere!"

Chentong said calmly: "That is a magical place. I will send you to study there, and then come back...to change this place."

.............

The Iron Cross Church was re-expanded last year, with tall towers reaching into the sky and a continuous temple spanning the entire block.

Chentong, who was wearing an old robe, walked into the church. In the past, the door was crowded with people queuing up to wait for sermons, but now civilians were strictly prohibited from entering.

"Who are you? Low-level monks are strictly prohibited from entering here..."

The monks in the church saw Chentong coming in and scolded her severely, but Chentong just glanced at her, and everyone froze on the spot, as dull as clay puppets.

Chen Tong walked through the tree-stump-like crowd and marched all the way to the newly expanded meeting hall of the Council of Elders in Qunxing City.

Pushing open the heavy door, the dozen or so elders who were having a meeting inside all looked at Chentong in surprise, wondering how she could come here silently with so many people guarding her outside.

Only the great elder, who was sitting at the top, pointed to an empty chair that only elders were qualified to sit on, and motioned for Chentong to sit there.

Then he smiled kindly at Chen Tong and said: "You came back just in time, but if you are angry in the future, don't take it out on others! You are not the child you used to be. You must pay attention to your identity."

But Chentong did not sit down. Instead, he stood on the spot and said coldly: "Of course I am no longer the child I used to be. I am the pastor of this pastoral area in Star City."

"I want to ask you, during my absence, who gave you the rights to turn my pastoral area into what it is now?"

"When did the City of Stars become your pastoral area?" The third elder said very dissatisfied: "Chen Tong, when I sent you to the City of Stars, it was the will of the gods, but it did not designate the City of Stars as your pastoral area. You didn't

qualifications......."

Before the third elder could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed Chentong walking towards him.

Before the third elder could react, Chen Tong had already grabbed the third elder's brand-new divine robe, flung him up and threw him on the stone floor of the hall like a snot.

"Bang~"

The third elder was thrown to the point of vomiting blood, and everyone around him was stunned, including the first elder sitting at the head.

Chentong stood proudly and said indifferently: "According to the will of the gods, the places that the gods' envoys occupied first are their respective pastoral areas. The City of Stars is mine, and Lanxing is also mine. Anyone who wants to take advantage of them belongs to me.

enemy."

"You want to be an enemy of the divine envoy, are you qualified?"
Chapter completed!