Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Go through the middle hall and enter through the small door on the side. Inside is a small courtyard.

This is a unique style of Chinese architecture.

But this small building was converted into a church, and the Chinese and Western styles formed a sharp contrast and conflict.

No matter how designers try their best to achieve a seemingly unified and mixed mix of Chinese and Western styles, some things can never be integrated.

For example, in this small courtyard, the skylight falls from the rafters in the west corner, but there is a marble statue standing in the center of the courtyard.

At that time, a man in ragged clothes raised his arms high and held a cross, looking towards the east where the sun rose.

Father Peter turned sharply and looked at them with bright eyes.

"Tom is a good boy. I believe in his piety, although his heart is not strong enough." Peter said, staring at the cross in Li Muchen's hand.

"Where is the girl you kidnapped?" Li Muchen asked.

Father Peter did not answer, but looked at Yang Hanyue: "I know you. Tom told me that he wanted to introduce you to join us. But you betrayed him!"

"No!" Yang Hanyue said loudly, "He wants to kill me! He doesn't believe me!"

"He doesn't believe you are right." Father Peter said lightly, "Your heart is full of darkness, and the sun cannot shine into your soul!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hand over the person, or I will kill you." Li Muchen said.

Father Peter looked at him again: "I know, you are the Eastern wizard that Tom was talking about. You made the amulet on that girl, right? I have to admit that your magic weapon is very delicate and very effective. But , you have too many things and are too complicated, God will not like you. Only devout and single-minded belief in God can you obtain real divine power. And you, make a deal with the devil and obtain the power of the devil. This is us The reason for coming to the East to preach. The sun rises from the East, and we cannot let the Eastern lands and the people of the East live in the shadow of the devil."

Li Muchen frowned upon hearing this. You cannot refute this set of rhetoric. Once you refute it, you will fall into their trap and the debate will be endless.

Sectarian disputes have also occurred in China. But in the end, we chose tolerance and allowed Chinese civilization to continue to this day.

In Chinese Taoism, a hundred flowers are still blooming and a hundred schools of thought contend.

"Hmph, you're talking nonsense, you're looking for death!"

Li Muchen waved his hand, and a stream of light shot towards Peter.

The sun on the cross on Peter's chest suddenly lit up, emitting a blinding white light.

The stream of light fell into the white light and disappeared.

Peter laughed very proudly: "How can the magic of witches and demons defeat the real divine power!"

After saying that, he opened his hands in a hug gesture.

The light on the cross became even brighter, almost drowning Peter in it.

Looking from Yang Hanyue's perspective, Peter could no longer see clearly. There was only a figure in the white light, as if God came from the light.

Peter raised his hands to the middle, and a bright beam of light shot towards Li Muchen.

Li Muchen sneered and drew a circle in front of him with his left hand.

A Tai Chi pattern flashed in the sky.

The beam of light hit the Tai Chi diagram and spread out suddenly.

The yard lit up with colors, like fireworks.

Almost at the same time, Li Muchen's fingers gently moved back.

In the white light that enveloped Peter, a little golden light appeared.

Then that bit of golden light became violent, flew out of the white light, circled in the air, and hovered above the statue in the center of the courtyard.

The golden light was thin and long, just like a flying sword without a handle.

Peter unconsciously covered his chest, and a sharp pain shook his body.

The white light also flickered a few times, seeming to be a bit dimmer than before.

"You can't even stop me with a golden needle, so you can't claim to have any divine power. I think your gods are just average, not as good as the Clay Bodhisattva in rural China." Li Muchen sneered.

Peter ripped off the cross from his chest, raised it above his head, and shouted to the sun: "God, give me strength!"

The halo on the cross suddenly shone, emitting an even more dazzling light than before.

A ray of white light shot out from the cross, which was more condensed and thicker than the light just now.

Li Muchen followed suit and once again drew a circle in front of him.

The white light hit the Tai Chi diagram, and they were in a stalemate.

Peter's hand holding the cross trembled.

Energy is sent out continuously.

Li Muchen's left hand palm faced forward, and the Tai Chi diagram was always in front of him like a shield.

"Hmph, don't cry if you don't see the coffin!"

He shouted softly and waved his right hand.

The golden needle hovering above the statue turned into a sword light, speeding down and piercing diagonally into the white light surrounding Peter.

The statue and Peter's raised arm were cut off by the sword light at almost the same time.

The white light suddenly went out.

Blood splattered.

The two crosses fell to the ground at the same time.

Peter looked at his broken arm in disbelief, with a horrified expression on his face.

"Who are you?" He raised his head and looked at Li Muchen.

"You don't need to know who I am, just know that I am Chinese."

"Chinese people..." Peter laughed, "The sun's rays will eventually shine on China!"

Li Muchen sneered and said: "China has its own sun and does not need the firefly light on your cross."

He knew that talking more would be useless. It was impossible for such a brainwashed person to take the initiative to let him go.

Then he took out the golden needle, and swish, swish, and all the needles pricked Peter's body several times in a row.

Peter's body trembled as if he had been bitten by a snake.

There was a painful expression on his face, his muscles were shaking, and foam was coming from the corners of his mouth.

"Tell me, where are those girls?" Li Muchen asked.

Peter endured the pain and gritted his teeth without saying a word.

"Don't say it?"

Li Muchen sneered, grabbed a handful of needles in each hand.

When Peter saw this, his eyes were filled with horror, but he still refused to speak.

Li Muchen shook his hand and inserted a dozen more needles into Peter's body.

A golden needle cracking an acupuncture point is more powerful than a hand with muscles and bones.

The person who was stabbed felt like his heart was being eaten by thousands of ants. The pain was simply unbearable.

As the number of stitches increases, so does the pain.

Peter finally couldn't bear it anymore and said with trembling lips: "I say, I say! It's in the basement at the back, I'll take you there."

Li Muchen stepped forward, pulled out the needle from Peter's body, and tapped his wound a few times to stop the bleeding.

Peter got up from the ground in embarrassment, glanced at the cross that fell on the ground, and wanted to pick it up, but when he saw his broken arm, he finally gave up.

He staggered and led the way, pushed open a door on the left side of the yard, and walked in.

Li Muchen followed in.

Yang Hanyue was originally scared and didn't want to go in, but when she saw the severed hands and blood stains in the yard, she became even more scared.

So he followed in.

Inside is a dark cabin, which seems to be two different worlds from the outside.

Peter lit a candle, opened the small door in the corner of the hut, and went in.

There are steps going down inside, there are no lights, and they are all illuminated by the candle in Peter's hand.

The light of the candle cast Peter's body into a long shadow on the side wall.