The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

The gray sky is filled with the smell of coal powder...

This is an era of backward civilization that has just stepped into industrial civilization at the expense of nature.

Ancient industry, still backward agriculture...

Cities and towns began to center on factories, and the backward countryside was empty and lonely, and became a settlement for women and children.

The Shumo in this experienced world is neither the emerging working class nor the traditional peasant class.

In this ancient gravel world compared to the Alliance, there is actually a group of strange groups that even he cannot explain—people who can directly talk to God, and use the power of faith provided by the majority of believers to exert healing and blessing energy. Clergy.

Shumo is a member of this peculiar group.

However, this group of peculiar professions did not last long before ushering in the belief cleansing movement of the empire.

The new politician, the Duke of Seth Snoke, did not issue the New Deal to liberate the slaves and redeem the enslaved tenant farmers. Instead, he led the royal guards to York Minster, captured the Pope, and The Pope was burned alive in the Imperial Forum.

Monarchy completely replaced theocracy, and the empire was reshuffled and reorganized from top to bottom.

Churches in towns and cities were destroyed, priests were dragged out like livestock, and burned to the ground.

The timing of Shumo's visit was very unfortunate, as the church he was in was suffering from such catastrophe.

He glanced at the pure white robe with a silver cross embroidered on his body... and then looked at the young man in the same dress who fell on him...

Shumo touched his forehead, hot liquid was oozing out.

Unambiguously used the healing ability obtained when it was still 00003, and repaired the wounds and slight corruption of the flesh.

Xindao is another cheating business, he will be a dead person when he comes... If he is not awakened, he is still the ordinary 20321, wouldn't he have to use up Jingui's protection period as soon as he comes, and if he encounters any trouble later, wouldn't he It is not that forced repatriation will fall short.

Today, Tianguan Academy really has the ancestral tradition of cheating students.

[Gongchang Zhang: Hey... Did you use the ability on 00003 just now? 】

[Shumo: That's right. 】

[Gong Chang Zhang: I advise you to use it sparingly, in case another surveillance guy finds out when the guard changes, your identity will be exposed. 】

[Shumo: Another one, isn't it just you who are responsible for monitoring me? 】

[Gong Chang Zhang: My brother, you suddenly lost contact in the last world, causing suspicion. Now the alliance has sent more surveillance personnel... It's not easy to fool around now. 】

【Shumo: Should I be glad that you were watching me just now? 】For such an important matter, don't talk about it sooner or later, but only after he has done everything.

Shumo once again sensed the unreliability of his good brother.

[Gong Zhang Zhang: Didn't I just get on with you so I forgot. 】

[Shumo: Next time you fly solo, smile JPG]

[Gong Zhang Zhang: Hey, hey, hey!Don't be so heartless! 】

After unilaterally cutting off the connection, Shumo spent a second in silence to mourn his grief at not being able to use the golden finger, then cheered up and began to analyze his situation.

Thanks to one death, the destroyed church is safe for the time being, but it cannot stay for long.

Moving away the corpse on his body, Shumo pulled down the curtains of the church, took off the robe symbolizing the clergyman, wrapped his body hastily in this piece of linen, took some tribute fruits scattered on the ground, and walked from the church The back door slipped out.

Bare feet, covered by linen curtains that are not warm, in this snowy season, it is not suitable to make an escape choice.I want to turn back, but there is a vast expanse of white around me, and I can't go back.

Neither retreating nor advancing, Shumo had no choice but to open the test aid manual, search for the nearest village, and run desperately before the body temperature dropped to a dangerous level.

At the end of the run, Shumo felt that his left foot was almost numb, and the snow was falling more and more, gradually covering his body.

With just a little bit, he was able to reach the nearest village.

"Damn it." He cursed angrily, unable to use 00003's ability, Shumo could only resign himself to his fate and fainted in the snow.

Cursing did not reduce the severity of the snowstorm at all, and the heavy snow gradually buried him.

Relying on his good luck in this world, Shumo didn't spend the protection period.

He firmly believes that he still has a chance to wake up in this world.

The truth is that Shumo made the right bet.

"Puffing?" A deep male voice came from the side, Shumo looked around, and saw a tall man with a beard.

[The Orion of Pamir Village, Jason. 】

Orion?

Shumo looked at this man, seeing that his strong figure really seemed to be in this line of work.

"I know you escaped from the church." As soon as the man opened his mouth, he told the truth that made Shumo panic.

"I'm not..." Now the clergy are equivalent to street rats, Shumo justified.

"Ordinary farmers can't raise a guy with such thin skin and tender flesh as you." Jason pointed at the back of Shumo's neck, "And that's the seal that only priests can have."

The blood all over his body froze in an instant, Shumo felt that this was a very bad experience, he was on guard, and Shumo began to plan how to use this useless body to overwhelm this Orion...

If this Orion was a hater, it is very likely that he would be lifted out, stabbed in the head with a shovel, and his body would be burned clean as shown in the test manual.

"Hey, what are you thinking, you look so bad." Jason laughed loudly, stood up suddenly, and walked towards Shumo.

Subconsciously retreated, but was dragged by Jason.

"Please let me go!" Until the critical moment, Shumo decided to follow Zhang Jianzhi's advice and not use 00003's ability.

Holding his head, Shumo tried his best to show his innocence and win the greatest sympathy.

Just as the man pointed out, his shell was raised by the church to the point where it was useless except for being able to see.

He can only play the sympathy card.

Shumo couldn't think of any other way to win.

"Don't move." The man growled impatiently.

Maybe it was because he was too tired, but Shumo really stopped struggling, and watched helplessly as the other party put a bunch of papyrus woven rings around his neck, "This can block your engraving, wear it when you go out, unless It’s best not to take it off if necessary.”

This is, helping him?

He looked at the hunter indifferently.

"If my child didn't die, he should be as old as you." Muttering these words, Orion took a few steps back, picked up his bow and arrow and wiped it again, "You have been buried by the snowstorm for too long. When you dug it out, your left foot was already useless."

Subconsciously moved his left foot... There was no response, Shumo hesitated for a moment, then looked at Orion, and said calmly: "It is already a great gift for you to save me back."

"I didn't save you so you could sit here and talk big." Raising his head, Orion looked Shumo up and down, "Will you pray for blessings?"

"Yes..." Shumo said this with a little confidence, he came over halfway to take over the shell, and he didn't even have time to check his position in the church.

I hurriedly searched for the information of the clergymen in this world, and after a general scan, I found that this blessing ceremony was a send-off ceremony prepared by their clergymen for the high-ranking people. Orion.

Shumo didn't have the prejudice of those clergymen. He closed the examination aid booklet. If he could get this Orion's help, he wouldn't mind presenting a satisfactory funeral ceremony for this Orion's relative.

"Three days later, I want you to do a blessing ceremony for my wife." Speaking of this, the strong man's words were obviously softened, "I don't understand the politics of the superior, I just want my wife to go away with peace of mind. "Orion obviously knew that he was not qualified for his position, and was even prepared to be rejected by Shumo.

"I will offer the best blessing ceremony for your wife!" Now that the empire bans clergymen, Orion managed to find him in the snow, a fish that slipped through the net—even if this person killed him for his wife. He was rescued, but Orion still owed him a lot of favors.

"You..." Apparently, he didn't expect it to go so smoothly. Orion originally planned to let the young pastor suffer if he didn't know the times...

Shumo agreed so readily, Orion felt uneasy, "Thank you!" After muttering for a long time, he could only offer sincere thanks and abundant fruits and vegetables to Shumo—the priests do not eat meat.

Now that you have promised, you must do your best, use the three days of recuperation, and use every second to learn how to become a qualified clergyman with the aid of the test manual, and the blessing ceremony is the focus of his study.

I don't know if it's because of the astonishing energy of this shell, or because he has hidden many talents after awakening.

He has no power of faith at all, and the energy of healing and blessings he possesses is even more powerful than the pope in the test aid manual.

Looking at the white light emitted from the palm, Shumo had an idea to apply... to his disabled left leg... but there was no response.

This is how the same thing?

Randomly found a wounded rabbit, released the healing energy on the palm, and the rabbit returned to being alive and kicking after a while.

Weird!

Think about it a little: Can't heal itself, has amazing abilities, and is good at blessing.

Shumo had a bold guess.

But so far it is only a conjecture, and if it is true, it will always be confirmed in the future.

He didn't feel sad that his broken leg couldn't be healed, took the crutch made for him by Jason, and Shumo adapted to his lame state in minutes.

Shumo approached Jason leaning on a cane, "I think I have cultivated well, and the blessing ceremony can begin."

After carefully looking at it, Jason saw that Shumo was no longer as pale and weak as he was three days ago, so he led Shumo out of the house.

The place where Jason's wife was buried was very remote, and there were some places that a cripple could not pass through.

With a cry of surprise, Shumo realized that he was being hugged by Jason.

"thanks."

Without responding to Shumo, Jason carried Shumo all the way to the top of the mountain with a sullen face.

Stopping in front of a small mound, Shumo knew that this was his destination.

"My wife's name is Anna." After saying the name of the deceased, the ceremony can begin.

"Well, I see, leave it to me."

In the past three days, Shumo had indeed seriously studied the profession of a clergyman.

In particular, this shell was a licensed priest of light who was in charge of healing before, so it was more suitable for this kind of blessing work.

While reciting scriptures, Shumo closed his eyes and meditated on the name of the deceased.

The holy light of blessing condensed in the palms, and flowed bit by bit into the tomb where the deceased was.

Jason was just trying his luck to save Shumo and come back. After all, this cleric is too young... Who would have thought that he would be able to witness such a shocking divine power of the saint.

Such a solemn and energy-consuming full set of blessings, in the era when the clergy were in power, was something that he, a hunter, could never ask for.

Involuntarily, Jason bent his body, prostrated himself devoutly on the mud floor, and praised this great clergyman.

"Lord, be with us!" The ending is always so rigid and ceremonial. After reading this sentence, the blessing ceremony is completely over.

Relieved that I didn't screw up.

Turning around to say something to Jason, he saw him kneeling on the ground, and Shumo coughed lightly, "Jason, the ceremony is over, I think your wife can live peacefully in heaven, and she will definitely live in a good family in the next life." Live happily ever after.”

"Thank you, my lord." Jason stood up and said this to Shumo as soon as he opened his mouth, "I was too rude before, please forgive my ignorance."

"Don't say that, personal freedom of belief." Speaking of this, Shumo smiled sincerely, "And I don't have the right to blame you at all. If you hadn't dug me out of the snow, how could I have done it?" You can stand here and talk big."

"You don't mind the world's blasphemy against you?" The title has already risen to you, which shows that Jason really put the young clergyman in the position of a god.

Jason didn't have any beliefs in the past, but his little wife believed in Allah, so he didn't feel so repulsive.

If it wasn't for his wife's extravagant hope for a decent blessing ceremony before his wife's death, he would never have stopped when passing by the buried Shumo.

Maybe there really is a god in the dark. His wife influenced his belief and guided him to meet his Allah before he died.

If this merciful young man cannot be called Allah, he doesn't think there are other people in this world who can be enshrined on the altar with this qualification.

You said the Pope?That blasphemer who only knows how to seize power and issue redemption coupons?

Heh, Jason didn't object to Duke Snooker's cleansing campaign. The church had long since decayed. How many people remained in it could release the pure energy of the young man in front of him?

I am afraid that the so-called Pope who was burned to death in public is also impossible.

"People are born with sins. If you don't go through the baptism of disasters, how can you reach the pure land on the other side." Looking at the sky, Shumo said with emotion: "If you can't walk firmly on this thorny road of life, the Lord There is no place to receive us, the group of slack who indulge in the extravagance of the world."

"You actually regard the contempt of the world as a test from Allah?" Jason was amazed by the vision of the young pastor.

"Yes, everything is a test." Drawing the cross on his chest, Shumo smiled, sincere and not fake, "All I need to do is to believe in my Allah, and to pass on the inheritance of love that Allah has bestowed upon me. , that's all."

At that moment, Jason seemed to see the six-winged white wings fluttering behind Shumo, and the dazzling holy light lingered around Shumo, as if the priest who had been tortured by the world the next moment, It will leave the mortal body and go back to the Paradise where Allah is.

"You are truly a merciful saint." Jason prostrated himself in front of Shumo, kissing Shumo's toes respectfully, "May you forgive me for my past blasphemy."

"I'm just the Lord's agent in the world. The only one who can truly forgive you is yourself." Stretching out his hand and stroking Jason's hair, Shumo said compassionately.

"Myself?" Muttering these words, Jason thought about it, and those muddle-headed pasts seemed to flash through his mind.

Overlapping undercurrents, layer after layer of drawing and coloring, began to become vivid.

He had never felt so real as now.

Yes, to forgive him has always been his own sincerity.

Kowtowing again, Jason completely converted, "My lord, may you allow fools to follow, and listen to your teachings from now on, and always realize the way of Allah."

"Allah will not reject kind people who pursue the truth and knowledge." Shumo helped Jason up, smiling and tolerant.

In this way, Shumo, a half-hearted clergyman, had his first disciple—Jason Orion.

During the three days of studying, Shumo figured out his strategy in this world.

Reshape the brilliance of Allah in the world, and harvest a large number of loyal disciples.

You know, the power of faith is very terrifying.

Even if you offend demons, you can't offend people with faith—this is the lesson of blood and tears that Shumo learned when he was still 00003.

He doesn't know if Allah really exists in this world, but...

He was able to artificially create an Allah. The helpless people sinking into the abyss of sin most need this kind of bright redemption. Even though many people know that this is just a spiritual opium and cannot change their plight at all, they are still willing to sink. in.

Not for anything else, just to hypnotize myself and tell myself that there is something to look forward to.

It is better to live with hope than to live in despair.

This is why religion can prevail.

Even if it is false, there will be a large group of people who maintain the false appearance because of their cowardice, hesitation, and despair.

[Gong Zhang Zhang: Brother... You are on the way to make trouble again! 】

【Shumo: Who made me fall into such a mess?I originally thought that the world of western knights and swords would be a place where my alliance's high-tech talents could be displayed to the fullest, but who knew that I was a heretic who was suppressed by technology and justice. 】

[Gong Zhang Zhang: So why don't you just practice religion and Dafa?Alas! 】

【Shumo: But I do have this special power, and I'm not really bluffing. 】

[Gong Zhang Zhang: Well done, just be happy, remember not to play off, I remember you did some religious worship in a wild world before, but you doubted your belief yourself, and you were almost played to death by your disciples, if not Brother stopped by to give you a hand, you are afraid that you will be deported by F. 】

[Shumo: This time it’s not a religious worship, I’m just restoring the state of the world as it should be, existence is reasonable, since there will be a group of clergymen who can use the power of this supernatural phenomenon, I think this world may also There are gods and such.And I have a hunch that my identity in this experience world is not simple. 】

[Gong Zhang Zhang: You are amazing, you will say, anyway, you should come back after completing the task early and growing up, brother, I have been abused badly recently. 】

【Shumo:...】

Inexplicably feel that the other party has a sense of metaphor of early death and early rebirth, illusion?

All in all, after the great escape in Xuedi, Shumo took office as the representative of Allah in the world, and started a journey of wandering and fooling around.

The author has something to say:

The six-winged thing... I think everyone knows that.

The atheist world has become so what, thinking about it makes Jill feel.

This world is not very friendly, spoiler in advance, bring quick-acting heart-rescuing pills.