Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

However, Wayne, who was supposed to stir up the tide, suddenly calmed down, hiding in the house all day, not knowing what he was doing, and the speed of religious reform also slowed down.

After thinking about it, Wei Na finally couldn't hold back, and planned to see what new work her cousin was doing.

"Please come in."

Muyan stood at the door of Wei En's room, like a door god. Seeing Wei Na's arrival, she turned slightly sideways and helped to open the door.

Although his identity was found out by Venn, Venn did not pierce the disguise of the mudstone. This Sarkaz girl who once made a stone man and punched Venn an operator was a little shy. She did not take the initiative to inform Venn. So the simple employment relationship is maintained, and Muyan seems to be short of money anyway.

Wayne just silently raised the price, and successfully tied the mudstone to Victoria.

It is now April 1092, 4 in the Terran calendar. Although I don’t know how long the Kazdel Civil War broke out, it must not be far from this date. Wayne is now dragging and dragging for a while, and Mudrock will be homeless back.

Homeless, Wayne can keep dragging.

Continue to drag on for a little longer, this is the second home of the mud rock.

Wei Na looked at the mudstone warily.

For some reason, she felt an inexplicable threat from this "big man" in armor. It was different from the sense of urgency given to him by the threat of life. This feeling was more like the "territorial awareness" inspired by the Lion King.It seemed that Muyan was invading some of her private territory by standing here guarding Wayne's door.

How does this feel?illusion?

Wei Na scratched her fluffy blond hair, puzzled.

Strange, why do I feel a sense of crisis in a Kazdel mercenary?

baffling.

Wei Na suppressed the lingering strange feeling in her heart, pushed the door open and entered.

I saw Wayne sitting in front of the table, holding the squid skewers for afternoon tea in one hand, and a pen in the other, slowly writing something on the parchment on the table.

Wei Na didn't disturb him immediately, but cautiously approached Wei En, poked her head out to look at the parchment written on the table.

"Article [-]: When our Lord said, 'Repent ye,' he meant that believers should repent all their lives."

"Second: This sentence does not refer to the confessional, the confession and penance performed by the priest."

...?

What is this written about?

Wei Na frowned beautifully.

The clauses on the table seem to be criticisms of theology, but Wei Na does not believe in gods, or since she is sensible, she has declared that her life in a civilian area from scratch determines that she has no chance to touch these gods and ghosts. .

Only the rich will worry about the afterlife all day long. The wealth they exploited is like a red-hot iron, forcing them to flee to the arms of the gods to ask for forgiveness, while the poor are often hungry and full, and their gods There are many, including but not limited to someone who can feed them when they are hungry, someone who can give them water when they are thirsty, someone who can hold an umbrella for them when it rains, and someone who can talk to them when they are lonely .....

The god of the poor is mutual kindness, but there is no forgiveness after death.

Wei Na has not experienced extreme poverty, because she has not fallen to the bottom of society, she is not infected.But she also knew that the former self couldn't even afford an indulgence, so what qualifications did she have to believe in gods?

To paraphrase a joke from Wayne's previous life: I am not poor.

Wayne raised his head, put down his pen, pinched Wei Na's face, woke her up from her daze, and asked:

"Do you understand?"

Wei Na shook her head, but quickly nodded again:

"understand."

"Understand what?"

"No. 30 six items: every Catholic believer, as long as he feels that he has sincerely repented, he can also receive forgiveness or complete immunity from punishment. Is this what you said, justification by faith?"

Wayne nodded and added with a smile:

"Yes, it's called the 95 theses."

Wei Na tilted her head, broke away from Wei En's hand that was kneading her ear, and asked:

"But isn't there only fifty?"

"Someone will make it up for us."

"Who is it?"

"Who is it?"

Wei En made a fool of himself, stood up, looked at each other, and threw the question back to Wei Na.

Wei Na blushed for no reason, glanced around in a panic, and after confirming that there were no outsiders, she breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa slowly, baring her canine teeth, looking rather like a baby than threatening. Looking at Wayne, he replied:

"Which Sister Broca?"

Wayne shook his head, pressed Wei Na's shoulder, leaned close to her face, and said solemnly:

"All Terra."

Just as a single spark can start a prairie fire, even a mere smoldering fire from the Reformation is enough to burn down an entire forest of the Catholic Church!

Chapter 32 I gradually understood everything

Londinium East, Crossroads Supermarket, 8:00 am

He hung the sign of going out on business early on the gate of the church to avoid believers waiting. Broca has already come to the Crossroads Supermarket to purchase the daily necessities that the church will need in the next few days.

There are fewer and fewer people in St. John's Cathedral, not only believers, but also priests. Originally, there were ten priests including Broca, and nuns lived in the church, but as the church declined day by day, funds became increasingly scarce , Eight priests have chosen to leave the church.

Some of them have joined the Anglican Church, which is a good place to go. Broca, who has really understood the Anglican Church, knows very well that this new church is definitely not as full of sin and blasphemy as the rumors smeared. They are also attracting people. Doing good, but in a more worldly way.The few priests who left St. John's also found positions in the Anglican Church and are now active as missionaries. It seems that because the Anglican Church adheres to the principle of high salary and honesty, their lives seem to be more nourishing than before.

Of course, there were also a few who chose to travel to other countries and regions on Terra to spread the idea of ​​God, and Broca also sincerely wished them a smooth journey.

But this is not something she cares about. Now, only she and a little nun who grew up in the church are left in the huge St. John's Cathedral. Abandoning the plan, even if she puts in more energy, she still intends to maintain the various functions of the church.

After choosing fresh and easy-to-preserve vegetables, Broca walked towards the cashier, smiling kindly as always, and placed the selected products on the cashier, waiting for the waiter to settle.

They are all acquaintances, and Broca asked casually in a friendly way:

"How's business going recently?"

The boss is a middle-aged Luper in his forties, but he nodded when he heard the words:

"My business here is doing well, but..."

She showed a worried look and asked:

"Miss nun, I heard that your life is not easy?"

Broca was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect the ball to be passed to him. He smiled helplessly, didn't nod, and said ambiguously:

"Not too good, but not too bad either."

Unexpectedly, the proprietress only showed an expression of "I believe you a ghost" on her face, she shook her head and sighed:

"It's not too bad? Do you think I don't know? Your business there has been snatched up by the Shenggong sect next door!"

Broca smiled wryly, and wanted to explain that accepting the prayers and confessions of believers is an obligation of the Holy See, not a business, but after thinking about it, maybe for a person of the age of the proprietress, this is a kind of business. .

Believers are customers, and churches are shops. Believers walk into the church with worries and regrets, put the peace of mind they want to buy on the cashier counter, and wait for the priest and nun to settle and resolve one by one, so what they gain is a sense of comfort. Some prayer money and the like paid are naturally the price of the commodity.

Yet another way of understanding the church.

Broca smiled slightly and nodded, but the next moment, a flash of light flashed in his heart.

However, the time was too short, and the inspiration disappeared in a flash. She failed to grasp the key to the problem, but frowned and greeted the proprietress, and walked out of the store.

The proprietress' worried advice came from behind:

"If that doesn't work, why don't you join the Anglican Church? From what I can see, it's actually the pastor of your original church. Isn't it just a different name? What's the matter?"

Broca frowned, carrying a food basket, but instead of returning to St. John's Church immediately, he wandered around the downtown area of ​​Londinium.

What the proprietress said is not unreasonable. The same is to attract people to be good. The Anglican Church and the Catholic Church are actually doing it, but why is the Anglican Church now like a tiger, while the Catholic Church, which should be a giant and unshakable, is in decline? , how about the precarious appearance?

Just a few red tape amendments and the temptation of a few small profits are enough to make devout believers abandon orthodox beliefs and join heresy?

What is the world?

With such an idea in mind, Broca stepped into the civilian area where humanity was most evident.

However, before taking two steps, she was interrupted by a noise beside her.Turning his head, he saw a whole queue of Victoria Royal Mounted Police.These professionally trained mounted policemen are the police force in all areas outside the core area of ​​Lentinium [Financial City], and they are mostly scattered in the streets and alleys on weekdays to patrol the streets and alleys. She is also in the case of gathering together like today. See you for the first time.

The noisy downtown fell silent in an instant, the laughing children stopped chasing, the noisy vendors put down the steelyard, and the bored shopkeepers sitting in front of the door raised their heads, watching the mounted police team slowly pass by with awe in their eyes. , kept chanting words in his mouth, with an unconcealable pride on his face.It was as if those mounted policemen riding tall horses and looking radiant were none other than himself.

Broca couldn't help blending into this atmosphere. When the mounted policemen passed by her side, she lowered her head humbly like an ordinary citizen, and waited until the majestic shadow cast by her left before slowly raising her head, watching Their backs were heading east.

Broca stopped walking into the civilian area.

She thought she already knew the answer.

At the moment when the mounted police passed by, she saw on the faces of these ordinary citizens in Lentinium, the respect for the gods was not lost, or in other words, respect!

The citizens fear the gods, and they are afraid that the gods will punish them, but they don't respect the gods, because they know that the punishment of the gods will appear after death, and they will live in the present after all.

The land of Terra has never been a quiet and peaceful paradise. Natural disasters, origin stones, infected people, ore diseases, and endless wars ruthlessly devour the life on the land, so people are afraid of the world and turn to the gods to seek death. The happiness and well-being of the future, and the stability of the afterlife.This is the reason for the rise of the Lateran religion.

But no matter how fearful they are, the people on the land are living in reality after all. No matter how chaotic and dangerous the land is, what countless people pray for is just a chance to sleep peacefully.And this opportunity cannot be bought just by relying on the church's verbal relief.

What they need is strength, strength enough to protect them in a world full of crises. This strength used to be manifested as a tribe, then as a mobile city, and now as a country!

The Catholic Church is pure-hearted and regards the Anglican Church's distributing breakfast as a shameless means of winning people's hearts, but it has never thought about it. In fact, the lifelong pursuit of countless poor people is to have a stable glass of milk and a piece of bread for breakfast.The church abides by strict etiquette, and regards the overly simplistic rituals reduced by Anglicanism as disrespect to God. However, as everyone knows, countless people come to the church in their spare time to make a living, seeking spiritual comfort, and Meeting their needs is the real obligation of the Holy See.

Respect comes from the people. When the people are fed, the people feel at ease, and the people can rest assured and boldly fall asleep. Only then is the power system of the church representatives stable.

But the Catholic Church has forgotten this point, hoping to strengthen the faith by restraining believers, and forcing respect by threats will only be counterproductive.

She suddenly realized what was the inspiration for her flash of inspiration in the store.

"God, the church, and people are a complete industrial chain. God is the supplier of goods and provides comfort to people. The church is the middleman. By gathering believers and cultivating pastors, it sells peace of mind for people all over Terra. They are guests who pay their own money, treasures, and other external things to buy the comfort produced by God from the church.”

"However, the Lateran Catholic Church deceived the customers by inflating the goods produced by God, and even the Pope, who is the manager of the store, began to imitate God's authority and sell such fake and shoddy forgiveness as indulgences. If there is only one, believers will slowly lose, and once a second shop appears, like Anglicanism, the exploited will immediately abandon them."

"That's why the mighty Rutland Catholic Church was defeated in Victoria!"

The nun figured everything out, turned around, and rushed towards St. John's Abbey.She wants to return to the monastery immediately, write all this into a letter, and deliver it to His Holiness the Pope in Lateran as quickly as possible, before everything is too late...

"..."

St. John's Cathedral main entrance.

Broca saw the RCMP again.

They gathered outside the main entrance of the church. The leading mounted policeman took out a parchment covered with Lateran seal from his arms, slowly unfolded it, and pasted it on the gate of St. John's Cathedral. Written in three languages, Lateran, Victorian, and Old Latin.

"Sister Broca, disregarding the Lateran Catholic Church's training, apostate and insult God."

"Excommunication is now imposed!"

"The Pope—Peter XI."

The basket fell to the ground.

Chapter 33 Three Questions

"My lord nun."

Indra bent down, patted the shoulder of Broca who was squatting next to the cathedral, and called in a low voice.

Drowsy Broca raised his head, noticed the worry flickering in Indra's eyes, and forced a smile.

"I'm not a nun anymore."

She shook her head,

"St. John's Cathedral is officially closed. If you want to pray ... go to the Anglican Church opposite."

"What is it for again this time?"

Indra frowned,

"Last time, it was because the Anglican Church provided free breakfast, but you didn't. What about this time? The Anglican Church doesn't have late-night supper."

Broca replied subconsciously: "Because the cathedral of the Catholic Church no longer exists."

But Indra frowned and said:

"Do you think people must get the church's permission to confess to God?"

Broca was stunned, then raised his head, and could vaguely see two tear-stained faces full of unbelievable expressions.

But Indra didn't say much, just took her hand and stood up, saying: