MTL - Pursuing Immortality-Chapter 698 Cultist

After the rejuvenation of the Aura, the Xia National Road Gate rose, and the religions declined, especially the closed Buddhist doors and closed monasteries, leaving few monks. The four hundred and eighty temples of the southern dynasty were already out of smoke.

Everyone now believes, or believes in spiritual practice, but believes in conversion. At the national level, it cannot be exhausted, and other religions are explicitly prohibited from spreading.

Throw it internationally, and no other country will do it like this ... oh, except for deities.

Therefore, the policy still adheres to the previous freedom of religion, but in terms of folk operation, each religion has been difficult to implement. It is not because the door is deliberately suppressed, but the people do not support it, because it is difficult to believe you.

For more than two decades, there are fewer and fewer old ladies who talk about the subway and hold this booklet to persuade you to worship. (This point has not been understood, why is it like this for domestic believers.)

"Where are you from?"

The older woman was very enthusiastic. She let Gu Yan enter the house, which was originally the main house of the Bai family's homeowner. Now it is converted into a church chapel.

The area is quite large, with two rows of long benches covered in clean white cloth. There is a blackboard and a podium at the front, signs on the wall, and some basic teachings written on the blackboard.

There is a sense of piety in the simplicity.

Gu Yan didn't sit, he answered at the door, "I'm traveling from a foreign country. I heard that the Bai Family Courtyard is famous, so let's take a look."

"Oh, then you are traveling by car, and general tourism will not come here."

The woman poured a glass of water and said, "We are not locals either. People who move here have jobs. They usually get together here when everything is fine."

Her gesture made Gu Yan curious. She has also seen many believers before, basic deities, mouthfuls of scriptures, and the kind of person who catches anyone.

This woman is different, bland and gentle, more accessible.

The two talked casually, and he learned that the church was only established last year, and the local government approved it. Secluded and low-key, there is no sense of existence, only more than twenty church members, mostly middle-aged and elderly.

Others were very disgusted at first, but later discovered that it was nothing more than a group of old ladies and old ladies drinking tea and chatting, reading the scriptures, and too lazy to pay attention.

As for this woman, named Qian Guirong, she has been religious for thirty years.

Prior to the resurgence of Reiki, Christians occupied a considerable proportion in the Xia Kingdom, and most of them were disadvantaged groups. Qian Guirong is one of them, accounting for 70% of women, and generally has a low level of education.

"How did I hear that you are very spiritual and responsive?" Gu Yan said.

"Spirit and insufficiency are in the heart, and believers have eternal life."

A pious smile appeared on the rough face of the woman, as if possessed by a holy light.

The old Gu was unwilling to talk, and then talked a few more words. When she was about to leave, she suddenly saw a woman running hurriedly from the outside, crying, "Sister, save my husband, save my husband!"

"what happened?"

"He was smashed on the mine, no matter how unhelpful he is in the gang ... please help!"

"Why don't you get to the hospital?"

"Buried, buried ... I kneel for you!"

The woman spoke incoherently, and when she said she was going to kneel, she was dragged up by Qian Guirong, "Don't worry, I'll go with you to see."

Several people hurried out of the compound, and Gu Yan followed in a hurry.

Ling mining area is not far from the town, a few kilometers away. When they arrived, they saw a lot of people around the scene, all of whom had learned superficial skills, had a weak sense of anger, and could barely be regarded as monks.

There was a pile of big rocks in it. It should be the mountain collapsed and buried people in it.

Everyone saw someone coming and let them go. Qian Guirong leaned forward and squatted down. He didn't move much. He closed his eyes and sensed for a while.

"Dig out ... how do you dig?"

The woman panicked again, looking around, "What about the foreman? What about the foreman?"

"Drinking! Didn't you just say that, if a large stone hits a person, it can't be saved if you dig it out, and you don't want to spend mana. You can still prepare for the funeral and get some compensation." One person said.

"That can't be buried either! If something happens in the mining area, don't you care?" The woman yelled.

"I don't care, that's where the grappling machine comes from, wait for me!"

The matter was simple and straightforward. The foreman didn't want to labor hard to rescue a lower-level helper whose life and death were unknown, but only by conventional means. But with the efficiency of the grappling machine, when people were dug out, they died.

The woman was extremely helpless and turned to look at Qian Guirong.

Qian Guirong said: "I can only maintain his vitality for a period of time. You first contact the ambulance and then dig it together."

After that, she reached down and held a stone, her expression focused, and she seemed to be transmitting power inside.

The grapple grabber over there also started to move stones and soil, and the woman was more like a madman, digging with bare hands despite the sharp stones. A few followers saw the situation and hurried forward to help.

"..."

At first, everyone was watching the excitement, pointing and laughing.

But seeing the woman's blood on her hands, regardless of her care, several Christians older than her mother are doing all they can to help, and a little uncomfortable.

"The number of wrongdoings increases, and the love of one's heart grows cold."

Qian Guirong sighed suddenly and said slowly: "Her husband was your companion brother not long ago, not asking for your financial benefits, but just helping others and moving some stones, wouldn't you?

"..."

The atmosphere was dull for a while ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ A moment later, a young man came forward silently and lifted a large stone. A few more people joined, and most of them finally came to help.

The progress was greatly accelerated, and after a short while, one arm was seen, then half-length. Flesh and blood was fuzzy, the scalp was cracked, but there was still breathing.

When the person was rescued and the ambulance arrived, the doctor was very surprised. Theoretically, the person could not support it for long.

How do you say, the person is not dead, the woman is very grateful.

"..."

Gu Yan kept his eyes cold on his bladder, and found that Qian Guirong's so-called "mana" was very weak and hardly any offensive, but he was unique in stimulating life potential and repairing life essence.

A rural woman who has been religious for 30 years suddenly has "mana".

Huh!

Lao Gu looked up at the western sky and stepped forward: "Save one's life to win the seventh-level floating slaughter, and admire it."

"Well, are you here too?"

Qian Guirong was slightly surprised, and said, "It's all the glory of my Lord. The world should have helped each other, and it was not my credit."

"Too modest, I am an eye-opener today and come to worship again ..."

Before a word of interview was spit out, they listened to the noise of the surrounding area, and a group of people came around in a crowd.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

Everyone greeted them quickly, with a respectful attitude, and it seemed that the foreman was in charge. And he glanced at the field, looking somber, and asked, "Did you save Xue Xunzi?"

"Thanks for your help, I just ..."

"Why nonsense, this is my Hulingmen site. What do you mean here?"

(There are even more in the evening ... There is actually a cute master in the literature and art era, thanks!)

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