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

"So that's it!" Mandan said with a smile, "We are not catching girls, but giving them a chance. You also know the black god from the deep sea."

"You mean, those girls were all dedicated to that god?" Hassan asked in surprise.

"Yes, we will select five to seven beautiful girls every day to serve the gods. This is their honor." Mandan said, "You may not know yet, my junior sister Chanali is getting married soon. She is married to a god. She is the successor designated by my master, the future goddess of Malaysia. Even she is willing to serve, and those girls who are chosen should feel extremely honored."

The expression on Hassan's face was uncertain, and he showed a strange smile: "Well, in this case, I have nothing to say. Excuse me, you, oh no, how many more people do you need to serve that god?"

Mandan said: "We plan to present nine hundred and ninety-nine virgins at his wedding to my junior sister. This work is in progress. Perhaps it is this matter that has disturbed the bishop."

Hassan nodded and said: "I must bless the wedding between the gods and Junior Sister Ling, but the parents of those poor children are praying in front of the loving Lord. I can't ignore it. I have a small request."

"Please say."

"I hope you will let our Malay children go and arrest those Chinese children. Malays are poor and life is not easy. If they lose their children, how will they survive?"

Bishop Hassan's face showed compassion.

“The Chinese, who account for less than one-third of the population, occupy more than [-]% of Malaysia’s wealth. The more children they have, the more wealth they will embezzle in the future, and the life of the Malays will become worse. We are getting poorer and poorer. Go and catch the Chinese children, think of it as robbing the rich to give to the poor, and doing good to the Malays."

Mandan looked enlightened: "Ah, what the bishop said makes sense. Karim——"

He called his close disciple Karimchi.

"Go and give instructions to release all the Malays among the little girls captured. From now on, only Chinese will be captured. Remember two conditions, they must be beautiful and they must be virgins."

"Okay." Karim agreed and went out.

Bishop Hassan smiled and made the sign of the cross: "Mr. Mandan, you are really an enlightened leader. Not only do you have the demeanor of a master, but you also have the bearing of a king! May the God of Light bless you!"

Hassan's words were very helpful to Mandan.

"Master Bishop, do you want to go with me to meet the Black Wood God?"

"Of course, this is what I ask for. It is our job to pay homage to the gods and cooperate with the gods of all parties. Our holy leader has a holy metaphor. Will the holy light exclude other gods? We believe that the holy light is everywhere and shines on all gods! "

"Then please."

Mandan took Hassan to the temple dedicated to the Black Wood God.

This was once a place where the statue of the goddess was enshrined. Mandan originally planned to have the statue moved away, but after the Black Wood God saw the vividly carved statue of the Malaysian goddess Fatima, he asked to keep the statue here. .

Hassan saw the black wooden sculpture standing next to the statue of the goddess. It's just that the black wooden statue is in the center, and the goddess statue has been moved a little to the side.

Hassan made the sign of the cross, bowed slightly towards the black wooden statue and said: "Hassan, Bishop of the Malaysian Region of the Holy Light Society, pays homage to the God of Black Wood. May you be with the Holy Light and live forever in the Holy Light."

The wood didn't respond.

Hassan was a little embarrassed.

Mandan smiled, called the guarding disciple over, and whispered a few words.

After a while, the disciple brought two young girls over.

Those two girls were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and they were in the best years of their youth.

They looked a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, girls, your destiny will change today." Mandan said, "Come on, come here."

The two girls walked over timidly and walked up to the black statue.

Hassan saw a flash of excitement in their confused eyes, and then their faces turned red, they began to twist their waists, and took off their clothes on their own initiative. There were beads of sweat on their bodies, their eyes were blurred, and they made some indistinct sounds.

Hassan is a priest, but when he smells the smell of hormones and sees the bloody scene, he can't help but feel his ears tingling and his heart beating.

However, this feeling was quickly diluted by an inexplicable chill.

I don’t know when it started, but the room became cold.

Hassan heard that the far north is currently experiencing an extreme cold wave, but Malaysia has never experienced such cold weather.

He gently held the cross on his chest and prayed silently.

Believers of the Holy Light Society do not practice magic and can only rely on God's blessing. Of course, the angel group is an exception. They and the Holy See are actually two systems.

As for the Templars, they are thoughtless guys who hold a highly honored position in the church, but have no actual power and are just obedient machines.

The cross emits light in the palm of the hand, and the warmth is transmitted through the palm to the whole body.

Hassan felt much better.

But the next scene made him shudder. He was a little doubtful. Is it the right decision for the church to choose to cooperate with such a god?

I saw the two girls twisting and rubbing constantly.

Their bodies gradually became thinner, while the wooden statue not far away became moist.

Soon, they were reduced to nothing more than skin wrapped around bones.

However, they were still twisting and panting wildly, and in the end even their skins were dry and broken, and their entire bodies collapsed, leaving only a pile of withered bones that had been piled up for thousands of years.

Hassan lowered his head and silently made the sign of the cross on his chest.

He finally knew what Mandan wanted to do with the nine hundred and ninety-nine girls.

He decided to draft a report immediately after returning and submit it to the Holy See headquarters on Tiluo Island. He will suggest that the Holy Light Association terminate its cooperation with the Black Wood God. This evil god will definitely pollute the Holy Light.

Just as he was doing this, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

Hassan raised his head suddenly and saw the black wooden statue opening its eyes.

He was startled. There were obviously no facial features on the statue's face, but he could clearly see the open eyes.

The gaze seemed to come from the abyss, cutting open his chest like a knife.

"I heard...your heart...contaminated...the holy light..."

Hassan heard a strange voice, which seemed to come from the statue opposite, and also seemed to come from his heart.

He lowered his head and saw a beating heart coming out of the open chest, as if held by a pair of invisible hands.

Then, with a bang, the heart broke.

Hassan's body fell backwards.

His eyes were full of fear, and his hands were still holding the blood-stained cross tightly.