Zheng Abao was a little surprised at this time, and then asked with a little disbelief: "Oh? It turns out that Longchuan has other people who moved you in addition to Dr. Li?"

Zhang Qijie waved his hand and said, "Not only Dr. Li, many people have made me admire and learn from, including Guangxi and Jieren. Although they have stains, I still don't want to completely deny anyone, because according to such standards, I also have shameful things that I have to be in the trial without any corpses."

"'Forgive our debts, just like we forgive others' debts.' It's good for your elders to read the Bible." Zheng Abao nodded, then raised his hand and made an "en" posture.

Zhang Qijie continued to talk about the matter on the boat. He said, "When he was a passenger who had nothing to do with him, he dared to be single and stop so many of us angry men and help a strange servant. This strange passenger made me feel like I was rising up, so I watched him hold the servant on the ground, check the wound and ask about the injury.

The people in charge of the ships came soon, but they didn't have much of us, because we were not only rich customers, but also people. They wouldn't think that they could have good fruits at Longchuan Wharf. Besides, the ship was wrong first. Where would you be able to spare if you spit in the customer's food?

As a result, the owner of the ship slapped the servant twice again, rolled the bloody servant off the deck, and apologized repeatedly and waived some ship supplies.

Although everyone won a battle and beat people up, they were all indifferent and lost most of their enthusiasm for fun.

I cared about that noble man. Seeing that he was about the same age as me, and his clothes were very ordinary and hats, I couldn't tell the profession, so I asked him: "What are you doing?"

Li Guangxi thought I was still angry and provoking. At that time, he was quite loyal and pushed the man in his chest. The man staggered back a few steps and said, "I am an imperial preacher. May God forgive you for your affairs today because you don't know."

"Do you know? Do you know what this is?" Wang Jieren was the most energetic at that time, so he shook his fist at the face.

I pulled them away and said, "They are preachers, and God bless them. We should not fight against gods, especially in Jiang's heart."

Although we were baptized in Catholic Church at that time, Catholicism was not as good as Protestantism in pursuit of doctrine. We lay people had never read the Bible. They just worshipped the statues like Guan Gong and Confucius before. They were all business people and were very superstitious. Therefore, when we heard what I said, everyone was embarrassed to be the one who offended God and God's way. What if the ship capsizes? Li Guangxi also explained: "Master, this error is not ours, you have seen it with your own eyes."

"I am not a Catholic priest, I am a Protestant pastor." The man smiled.

Wang Jieren turned around and said to us, "Pastor, I am the same as the Western doctor in our county." Everyone laughed and there was no hostility.

At that time, I had the intention to talk to this person. Seeing him being unsurprising of honor and disgrace gives people a different feeling, unlike their untouchables and us rich people, who are either frightened or violent. This is the expression that everyone should have in my mind that I want to pursue.

At that time, I called it noble. I have money, and I also have nobility. I want others to look up at me willingly!

I invited him to have a meal and chat with us. Anyway, the banquet has been ruined, so there will definitely be no atmosphere when I go back to eat. There may be an extra strange guest to help everyone get excited.

He agreed happily. At the dinner table, he claimed to be a Foshan person, named Guan Shendao, the way of God, and later changed his name. He claimed that he had graduated from the Imperial Theological Academy and was famous for his graduation certificate to them. As a preacher, he was determined to spread the gospel throughout the world, so he did not become an official, but traveled around. This time, he went to the river to see the gospel situation in the cities along the Dongjiang River.

We didn't know what Imperial Theological Academy was, but it was quite a bit creepy. It seemed to be a Hanlin Academy opened by the imperial court, and I felt awe-inspiring when I heard it.

When we raised our glasses, we all found that Guan Shinto's right index finger was cut off by a single root, leaving only four fingers. He told us calmly: He used to be a gambler, who practiced thousands of techniques, but ended up harming others and himself, and was caught and cut off his fingers. When he was sad and helpless, he was saved by Jesus Christ. From then on, he turned his heart and said goodbye to all bad habits and worked for Jesus devoutly.

When I heard that this man was a gambler in the past, the other people on the table looked bad. But this statement was in line with my truth, and I was shocked and my favorability towards him was even better.

Moreover, he only ate vegetables, and we had big fish and meat on the table. Ordinary people couldn't afford it. He didn't seem to have money, but he just didn't touch fish. We also knew that those who believed in Jesus couldn't help but ate fish and asked him curiously what was going on. He said, "I want to be a preacher. If a preacher has no money, he will have to endure hardships in the future, and I am afraid that I can only afford to eat vegetables. I don't want to keep my mouth fooling me, and my heart is confused by the luxury of worldly joy."

Then we talked about beating people just now, because a pastor was present at the table, and the people were beaten up, everyone started to whitewash themselves. Wang Jieren said, "There is no way to meet such a person." Li Guangxi said, "We don't want to beat him, but what can we do? It's so annoying."

Guan Shindo smiled and said, "It is not good to hit others. Love others as yourself. God will like you."

Only I really wanted to ask questions. I spread my hands and asked, "Pastor Guan, I sometimes have a bad temper and often get angry. What should I do? Is it just to endure? If I can't bear it anymore, I have to continue to endure it?"

Unexpectedly, Guan Shinto smiled and said, "Forbearance is useless, because the Bible says: Good people bring good from the good in his heart; evil people bring evil from the evil in his heart; for what is filled with the heart is spoken out of the mouth. Luke 6::4"

He emptied his cup, covered the mouth of the cup with his hands, and said, "The human heart is a container. This container is created by God. It is born to be empty and always filled with something. The body actually operates by the heart. Therefore, some people love money, some people love life, and only dead people who love nothing. So Mr. Zhang, you say you want to endure it, that is impossible to change yourself, because your heart is full of resentment and depression, and you can't help but show it."

"What should I do? Wait until I die?" We all laughed.

Pastor Guan said: "Don't wait until death. You need to replace what is full of your heart to change your temper and behavior."

He poured the wine glass with water first and said, "This is colorless and tasteless water. No matter how you endure it, you always have water, watch." As he said, he picked up our wine pot and poured wine into it. The full water overflowed directly. He pointed to the cup and said, "When the wine enters, it squeezes out the water. The cup is not empty, but it has changed from tasteless to fragrant wine."

This metaphor shocked me, it was so incisive: it was useless to deliberately think of nobleness, you had to use other things to squeeze away the cheap things in your heart.

"What can make yourself noble and decent? How to make yourself noble? What should you fill your heart?" I asked anxiously, not caring that someone was listening.

Pastor Guan smiled and said, "Jesus said: No matter what, you will treat you as much as you want others to treat you. This is Jesus' golden rule. You will treat others as you want others to treat you. But this is also an act. Good trees bear good fruits, bad trees bear bad fruits. Your hard-wrinkled melon is not sweet. If you want the fruits to be good, you must first take root and plant a good tree."

And I also guessed what Pastor Guan wanted to say: it is noble faith that comes to mind.

I recalled the experience of working at Pacific Shipping. Those who act respectfully often respect us, such a group of inferior coolies, are full of "t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t

For a moment, I respected this person as a celestial being and felt that he was so talented that he wanted to have a good chat.

As soon as we arrived in Longchuan, I asked him to stay at my house, and he happily agreed.

I arranged him to be at the residence of a distinguished guest under my bunker. I had three months to discuss the Bible with him when I had time. He also had a collection of four gospels in Chinese. I felt like I had a treasure and borrowed it to see it late at night in the bunker every day.

At that time, I thought I had discovered the truth. Under the guidance of Shendao, I began to sincerely confess my sins and repent, constantly repent of my previous actions, often helped the poor people in all corners of the country, began to respect others as much as their brothers, and did not beat or scold my servants or wives.

Of course, the servants and workshop workers at home could not escape them. I asked Guan Shinto to preach the gospel to them every day. I also led Guan Shinto to preach in our villages. When I knocked on the door, everyone would be overjoyed to welcome me in. Unexpectedly, I knocked on the door, Guan Shinto preached the gospel to them as my teacher and friend. I was next to me like a child watching a private school teacher teach, and I listened with breath holding my mind.

I also contributed my bunker. In the past, I did not dare to let the villagers go in if I prevented thieves, fires and villagers. At that time, I invited the villagers to come in for a week on Sunday.

Guan Shendao was also very ambitious at that time. He often said that Jesus would occupy Longchuan, Heyuan, and even Ganzhou and Huizhou. If he went out to preach or raise funds, I would hire a car for him to pay for money, let alone any Bible printed materials to distribute, and give it as much as the silver.

At first, Li Guangxi and others laughed at me for accepting a diner. Later, they and other friends, my servants said that I was infected, and the latter was caught by the foreign gods. My wife was crying when she saw me and wanted to beg my ancestral grave to beg her tomb, but she was afraid of being beaten by me and didn't dare to persuade her.

But as I became more and more obedient to Guan Shendao, and he also learned more and more about me, after half a year, things seemed to have changed slightly. He began to often tell me that he would raise 10,000 yuan in Longchuan to start a church larger than the Catholic Church, which would shake the entire Dongjiang River Basin, and snatch all the Emperor's Lamb from the Catholic Church and the Presbyterian Church to make his sect, Longchuan, the only ones. However, I am already familiar with the Bible and have contact with the Presbyterian Church in the county. This Protestantism does not need a gorgeous church. The Bible is clearly written: The Palace of the Emperor is in people's hearts, and he doesn't care about the Temple of stone, gold and diamonds. Dr. Li's church is just a small and broken courtyard rented. As for the one who dominates the Lord, it is even more outrageous. The Bible has not written this.

At that time, Guan Shinto told me about raising money to build a cathedral every day, and I also heard some meaning: I wanted me to pay for construction, but I was in the bottleneck period of my career. The village had too few people, so I couldn’t recruit too many workshop workers, and the transportation was not convenient. After all, the pool water was too shallow and I couldn’t raise a larger factory. Moreover, the profits of umbrellas and matches I made began to decline, because the entry threshold was too low, and small workshops such as big cities around began to appear everywhere, and my supply had to be reduced. At that time, I was preparing to march towards the county town and began to think about entering other industries with more promising development, such as textiles.

However, the textile industry machinery requirements are too high and the capital is invested greatly. With the money I have obtained and earned, I have a little bit of a life-long attempt. How can I have the extra money to build a brilliant church that the Bible has not allowed us to build? Isn’t that what Catholics do?

And I also heard some rumors. Li Guangxi said that he met Guan Shinto once in Huizhou, but he was walking towards the opium hall; other friends also said that Guan Shinto was cheating on me for money; I also thought he was a little weird. Dr. Li in the county town set up a church and has been growing and developing, and there are more and more believers. Pastor Guan had been preaching the Tao around my house for half a year, and it seemed that he only accepted me as a very devout believer. Others came to see my face, not because Pastor Guan gave them the care of the emperor. The village also said that Guan Shinto had two faces to me and others, and was a saint who was talented and full of glory, and he was a little ignorant of others, especially the poor.

But I still trust Guan Shinto very much. I told him about my difficulties and doubts, indicating that I really can't afford to build a church, and I don't think it's useful.

He tried hard to convince me, but I was a fraudulent gambler. I was very lonely when I decided to do things. I even dared to take a gamble. He was knowledgeable in the Bible than me, and his life experience in other places seemed to be less than me, so he failed and was a little annoyed and shouted at me: "Brother Zhang, this is the case that the rich love money more than the Lord. It is harder for the rich to enter heaven than the camel to get into needles. You have to figure it out!"

I had no choice. Since then, Guan Shendao seemed to be very disappointed with me. He left my house and "preaching" more and more. There were more and more rumors about him in Huizhou and Heyuan, eating and drinking, and spending money in Longchuan County. However, due to my face, no one dared to say anything openly. Few people even said to me, only Guangxi sometimes hints, Wang Jieren wrote to me from the capital and said: No one here has ever heard of the Imperial Theological Academy.

But I laughed at it. I trust this man, and I think he was sent by God to save me.

It took a whole year since I met Guan Shendao. That time, he came back from a foreign missionary and walked for two months. When he came back, his face seemed to be hurt. I asked him what was going on, and he said that the missionary in Heitian had rolled down the mountain road.

After I came back, I was particularly kind to me. The young preacher I just met seemed to be back.

Of course I was very happy and sat with him again. If he was not at my house, I would have to run far away to the county town to discuss with Dr. Li, and I was very busy in business and often had no time.

He said that I had made great progress and planned to baptize me, so that I could become a Christian who had been baptized by water and the Holy Spirit from a venerable identity. I immediately jumped up happily and then thanked God repeatedly.

The next day, I took the workers and servants to the Dongjiang Wharf of the county town to take goods. Unexpectedly, I remembered that the private seal was not brought by halfway, so I had to turn it back to pick it up. Unexpectedly, when I returned to my bedroom, I found the door was faintly hidden, and there was a rustling sound inside: Because of business, there were two male servants left in the house, all of whom were feeding horses and washing carriages outside; the maids followed my wife to the county town to see Dr. Li for treatment, who was in my bedroom?

I tiptoed over and pushed open the empty door. I was shocked to find Pastor Guan rumbling around in my room: all the drawers were pulled open, the wardrobe clothes were taken out and placed on the table, and the lids of the wooden box were wide open.

Pastor Guan turned his back to me and flipped through the things in the drawer of my desk. While flipping, he looked up at the window from time to time to look at the servant's situation. He didn't hear me standing at the door. I screamed in surprise: "Pastor Guan, what are you doing?"

Hearing this sound, I watched Pastor Guan tremble all over and jumped up on the spot. Then he turned to look at me, his face full of fear.

I saw a handful of silver dollars he had found in his hand, and I shouted in disbelief: "You? Are you?"

This reminded him, and he suddenly threw the silver dollar, rushed to my bed with a quick glance, lifted the pillow and picked up my revolver, pointed at me with a ferocious face, and shouted: "Where is your money? Give me money! Otherwise, you will be killed!"

In addition to the vault and the room of my wife and children, Guan Shinto was familiar with every grass and every tree in my house, and also knew that there was always a gun under my pillow. This was what I told him in person, telling him how fear and helpless he was under his gorgeous appearance, but unexpectedly he took it out and pointed it at me.

The silver dollars all over the ground were rolling around, and my heart was probably as chaotic as the rolling silver dollars. I looked at his panicked eyes and strode towards him ignoring the muzzle.

"Don't come over! I'm shooting!" Guan Shendao suddenly stretched out his arms, held the gun in both hands, hugged the trigger with the index finger of his left hand, and pointed the muzzle at my face.

But I didn't stop. As I walked, I spread my hands and shouted, "Pastor Guan, why are you? You are short of money and tell me, I will give it to you! Why do you need to do such a despised thing?"

"Go to your mother's priest!" Guan Shendao yelled. He looked at me. The horror in his eyes turned into a disguised broken jar. His whole face was distorted and turned into a grim expression. He smiled with a gun and said, "My surname is Zhang. Since you have discovered it, I won't hide it from you! My brother is not a priest. My brother is a traitor. I want to find some fat sheep to cheat some money and spend money! You are stupid! You are stupid! You are stupid! You are so stupid! You are so pigs like you can make a fortune, but I can't!"

I was not angry or surprised, but stopped, and looked over the muzzle three feet away from my nose, staring at the angry man, and asked, "Are you a liar? Then how did you get the knowledge of the Bible?"

Guan Shendao smiled and shouted, "I've made it clear to you. Are you still fucking trusting that broken thing? How did you have any brains?"

I nodded and said, "I care about this at this moment."

Guan Shendao's face flashed with a hint of shame, and then his hand holding the gun became firm again. He said, "The surname is Zhang. Grandpa's family was also a Xiangshi family who was an official student. I have been very smart since I was a child. I originally wanted to be on the imperial list, but who is called the Changkun Transformation? Here I changed the emperor! My family has been ruined, and I have been involved in gambling again. My family business has been finished. For the sake of food, I sneaked into the church to help! I also worked as a pastor assistant. How about it? What kind of foreigners' scriptures are so sensible about it? But grandpa doesn't believe in that! I only believe in money!! If I believe in Buddhism here, grandpa will study Buddhist scriptures for you as well! I just think that there is no money to make money in the church. A group of pastors are so nervous that they come out to make money for a few days. They cheat some money for money."

So, he was afraid that I wouldn't believe it, so he held the gun handle and raised half of his bare index finger and shouted: "This is really cut off by the gang! Grandpa dared to kill and set fire for gambling! I lost more than 400 yuan in Huizhou casino a few days ago. The gang chased me for the account. I knew what I knew. I should hand over your money quickly! Tell you, since grandpa has been exposed by you, I don't care about killing someone or something!"

I shut up, walked past him, straight to the table, ignored him and scolded him in horror, reached out and grabbed the big abacus on my table, turned around, and rushed towards him again.

"Shoot............... I've shot!!!" Seeing my silent approaching, Guan Shendao was trembling in fear, and the barrel of the gun was trembling. Then he finally pulled the trigger, the muzzle was only one foot away from my chest.

But just the bolt clicked, and there was no fire in the muzzle. Guan Shendao screamed in surprise, and then he rushed to twist the drum with his hands, and wanted to get the next bullet in his position.

I looked at him without moving.

Guan Shendao pulled the trigger on me for the second time. This time the gun was facing my stomach. Because he was facing me with a cold face and fearlessly pressing me, he squatted down unconsciously and looked up at me, as if he was servile to me, his head was covered with bright beads of sweat, as if he was pressing a heavy burden of ten thousand pounds on his back.

There was still a click, and no bullets were shot out.

I looked down on my face with a cold face and made a fierce calculation hit him in the head that looked up at me.

The abacus broke in an instant, and the ground was covered with rainy sounds. The beads rolled around. Guan Shendao was knocked down on the floor with a pistol in his hand, and he was lying in front of me with a pistol in his hand.

I took a step forward and gave him two feet in the stomach. He was so kicked that he looked up at me. I stepped on his wrist, pulled the pistol out of the broken hand, and then pulled the drum in front of him to show him.

The five rounds of the Plum Blossom pistol were empty and there were no bullets.

I wanted to yell loudly, but suddenly I was not interested in doing that to the "dead dog" looking at me. I just said to him softly: "Pastor Guan, you don't believe in God, but God saved me."

It turned out that yesterday he said he wanted to baptize me. I was happy and chatted with him for a long time. He told me, "Brother Zhang, isn't your money given to you by God? Everything is given to you by God, including your life. So why should you be so timid? If God wants to take away your wealth, can you use so many guns, so many dogs and so many servants to watch? What God gives you cannot take away; what God wants to take away, you can't use anything to prevent it. Jesus said

For example, a rich man was as rich as you. He built a large warehouse for his treasures and food, and said to his soul: Soul, be happy. We have so many things to enjoy, enough for you to be happy and worry-free for many years. But God took away his soul that night. Who will give him wealth? So let go of all worries, don’t live so timidly anymore, put away the gun, send him away the dog, and have a good sleep."

Now that I think he wants to solve my defense, he can steal money, but I really believe it, and I think what he said is really good.

Everything I have is given by God, what am I afraid of?!

When I was sleeping that night, I took out the pistol from under the pillow and removed the bullet and put it into the drawer. However, I got used to something under the pillow. I couldn't sleep for a while, so I took out the pistol without bullets and put it under the pillow again.

But I didn't expect that this action really saved my life.
To be continued...