13 Mink Street

Vic got out of the car and stood in front of the church.

This is a very ordinary community church. Strictly speaking, it is the product of the "Ordinance of Order" implemented by the Cult of Kosmos.

After the influence of the church was largely pushed away from the secular world, it resulted in a vacancy in "faith". In order to satisfy their own spiritual needs, people invented new "gods" and spread new stories.

In essence, this kind of church plays the same role as a hospital, park, or department store in the community, and is a functional building.

Vic didn't know why Mr. Alfred gave this place to him. He stopped outside for a long time. Except that it was located on Mink Street, relatively close to No. 13, he really didn't see anything special.

Until he stepped forward.

He was stunned because he saw a familiar figure, holding a kettle, standing there watering the grape trellis in the yard.

Without any precaution, that person appeared in front of him, that person... the person he once loved and hated to the core of his body.

He once lifted himself to the clouds and left without leaving a word, causing himself to fall hard.

If you have never seen the scenery from high places, then your gap will not be so big, and your feeling of shock will not be so strong.

Rasma raised her head, straightened her back, and looked at Vic.

He didn't notice Vic's arrival in advance because he was already used to leaving only a little bit of consciousness in the bedroom on the third floor of the villa. He would only go to investigate when there was anything unusual there.

He laughed at himself as a dedicated nurse. As long as the "patient" pulled the bed bell, he would immediately appear at the called position.

The rest of the time, he was like an ordinary person, an ordinary priest.

It can be said that this is the normal state displayed by a believer of order when he appears here. No one dares to offend the sleeping lion.

Only Karen and the people wearing bracelets with Karen's name on their hands can look freer and unrestrained after returning here.

"Vic?"

"teacher."

"Is it really you?"

"It's me, teacher."

The meeting between teachers and students seemed a bit abrupt, and because neither party knew what to do after the abruptness ended, they both tacitly extended the abruptness.

Even when the relationship between the two was at its best in the past, it could not be said to be very close, because Rasma's character was still paranoid and extreme deep down; therefore, don't expect to become enthusiastic immediately after not seeing each other for so long. Warmth, hugging and crying.

In the end, it was Vic who was the first to break this long-term awkwardness. After all, after being with that person for so long, he should have learned something.

"Teacher, let me help you water it."

Vic took the initiative and walked over, wanting to reach out and take the kettle in Rasma's hand.

Rasma moved the kettle away and refused Vic's offer.

"You can't water this."

"What?"

"look."

Rasma continued to water the grape trellis, and bunches of grapes were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Darliwinro has contracted almost all the landscaping in the department. Vic has seen similar exaggerated planting techniques many times, but in front of him, it is completely different.

Because the grapes produced here are not fruits, but extremely rich power of order.

At the same time, Vic also heard the sound of water flowing from the church.

He turned to look at the church, from where he could see the cross and the statue of the god on the cross.

Above the statue, water fell down, extended to the ground and formed a pool, and then surrounded it again.

The amplitude of the water flow is exactly the same as the amplitude of watering from the kettle in my teacher's hand.

This is not water cultivation... this is final ripening because it's time to harvest.

What he watered was his own faith, his own order, and the God in his heart.

"Teacher, are you going to succeed?"

"Yes, I'm going to make it."

"Congratulations, teacher."

"Thank you, kid."

The communication between teachers and students seemed a bit awkward. Although they tried their best to avoid it and tried their best to control it, collisions still occurred frequently.

Rasma is reflecting on herself, but in fact, the real reason lies with Vic.

Vic's mind was confused now because he vaguely guessed a terrible possibility.

In the past, when he first entered the performance hall of Allen Manor to receive training, he had many conjectures about his teacher's current situation. Looking back now, he was too naive.

But now, when he saw the existence of his teacher here and what the teacher was doing, the position relationship between the two parties gradually became clear amidst the distortion and complexity.

My teacher is definitely not the grandfather who guards the minister here...

Because if his teacher really did this, then Vick would not have been simply suppressed and ostracized in the church in the past. There is a high probability that he would be directly sent to a development space, or even imprisoned on suspicion of apostasy. .

Therefore, my teacher's position is opposite to that of the minister's grandfather... no, hostile.

Vic sat directly on the ground and slapped his forehead hard.

Various details of the past began to turn over in his mind, and he suddenly realized that in fact, whether it was the minister, Mr. Alfred, or even Neo... they had all given him many hints.

They have known about the existence of their teacher for a long time, and even absorbing themselves into this group may be partly driven by this factor.

Does the minister want to use himself to stop the teacher?

No,

no,

With the minister's character, he didn't bother to do this. Maybe... he just wanted to use himself to complete the most ruthless mockery of his teacher.

Rasma stretched out her hand, gently touched Vic's head, and sighed:

"Oh, child, you have been wronged."

Rasma knew that this student's life would not be so easy after he left, but he misunderstood.

"Teacher, I'm actually doing very well."

Rasma said happily: "My child, you have matured."

He knew how to put aside his own difficulties to comfort his teacher.

"thanks for your work teacher."

Vic slowly stood up and patted the fresh dirt on his hands. He had recovered from the huge impact.

He didn't hate being manipulated, nor did he feel dissatisfied with being concealed. After the violent mood swings, he became much more relaxed.

No wonder I always felt like there was a layer of alienation blocking it before. Now, I can finally break it myself.

Do you need to weigh and choose between teachers and ministers?

Not required.

Because my teacher also led me to praise and pray to the Lord time and time again.

The special system of divine religion and the special values ​​created by it can explain all the contradictions and disturbances in the world, because "God" has the final right of interpretation.

When you stand behind God, there is no question of taking sides, because any other line that is different from God is heresy.

Vic knew that this kind of unilateral and extreme cognition was not in line with the purpose and theme of Mr. Alfred's study meetings, but he had to make sure that his mind was clear.

right,

I,

Vic,

The future whip bearer.

"Come on, kid, come in and sit down."

Rasma said while leading Vic into the office behind the church:

"I'm not working hard. In fact, I've always lived a pretty good life. It's a rare period of peace and quiet for you. It's really not easy for you to get to this point. You are worthy of being my student, haha.

I really didn't expect that,

You can actually become the 'ground' commander of this operation. "

Rasma obviously misunderstood. When he saw Vic appearing here, the only thought in his mind was that the commander of the peripheral legion in this operation was his student.

Otherwise, you can't explain why Vic appears here at such a critical time point.

Facts have proved that even the former high priest cannot have a correct understanding of the information of the outside world if he can only read expired newspapers intermittently.

Because publicly distributed newspapers will not write "Who is the direct descendant of whom?" "Who is whose faction?" "Which faction has completed the political struggle against which faction?" Everything will be covered up, beautified, and translated positively. .

Those who can see more of the substantive content are internal publications. The higher the level, the more valuable information there is. But the problem is that only those little foreign priests or little strange demons who don’t understand will occasionally pass by Luojia City. Many of them were reluctant to buy even church newspapers, and Rasma had no way to read high-value stuff.

However, he knew that Karen was getting better and better, because not only did Karen's headlines often appear in the expired "Order Weekly", but also in foreign teachers' newspapers and tabloids that were not popular in the circle, Karen's photo rate was also very high. Very high.

Including some priestesses or female demons, they like to make Karen's newspaper clippings and keep diaries. Getting one often means a lot of information.

Rasma knew that Karen was getting better and better, and he became more and more anxious about it.

Fortunately,

The helpless and depressing waiting is finally coming to an end.

Vic replied:

"Teacher, you misunderstood. I am not the ground commander. I was ordered to station here in advance and prepare."

Rasma asked: "Can you contact your commander now?"

"Okay, teacher."

"Help me contact him. I have information related to the major security of the cult and I want him to report it. There can be no delay."

God knows if there is any further delay, that boy will be promoted again.

Damn it, Rasma thinks that person’s grandson transferred all that person’s talent in spiritual practice to promotion!

"Okay, teacher."

Vic walked to the office telephone and opened the thick phone book next to him. There was no need to flip through it carefully, because on the front blank page, the first number marked was the number of the Immelace Funeral Society. Obviously, my teacher often calls this number.

Rasma wondered:

"Do you, your army, use the telephone to communicate?"

"Teacher, this is more convenient."

The call was successfully dialed, and the caller's voice came from the other end of the phone. This voice was all too familiar to Vic:

"Hello, this is Immelais Funeral Society."

"Commander, my teacher wants to speak to you."

"Okay, give him the microphone."

Vic handed the microphone to Rasma.

Rasma reached out to take the phone, feeling a strong sense of foreboding rising rapidly. He put the phone next to his face and said in a serious voice:

"I'm Rasma."

"I'm Karen."

…

The kitchen conditions at home are not the best. Hilly's kitchen in York City is much better than here, but Karen enjoys it because only food cooked at home can taste like home.

He first checked the freezer and took out some usable ingredients for processing.

Downstairs, a lady walked into the living room and saw little Kangna, who was surrounded by people and chatting.

"Connor, this is Ms. Molly."

"Hello, Ms. Molly."

Ms. Molly looked confused. She didn't know who this white-haired little girl was. As a low-level strange demon, she certainly didn't have the ability to detect pure-blooded bone dragons.

But she saw the pill in the little girl's hand. She was chewing it one bite at a time under the pitying eyes of the people around her.

From the little smell that escaped from the pills, Ms. Molly realized the huge value contained in them!

One, no, even half of such a pill is enough to start a bloody fight in a place like Luojia City.

Just a little smell of it already made her soul feel intoxicated.

Mary said: "Molly, Karen is back upstairs. Do you want to say hello before going to work in the basement?"

Ms. Molly's mouth opened and she froze in place.

Little Kangna held the pills with both hands and put her face between her arms:

"whee."

After Ms. Molly calmed down for a long time, she slowly walked up the stairs. Her body, which had already been trained very skillfully, now walked smoothly.

Finally, at the door of the kitchen on the second floor, Ms. Molly saw Karen who was busy in the kitchen.

"Master...are you back?"

"Well, dinner won't be ready for a while. It'll have to wait."

"I...I'm going to work first."

At this time, it seems that only work can relieve tension and prove the value of one's existence.

"Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Molly. This family has always been under your care."

"No, you must not say that. This is what I should do, it is my duty, and it is my honor."

Ms. Molly immediately bowed and then continued to walk down the stairs in a hurry.

"Deng Deng Deng Deng..."

The red high heels made a continuous crisp sound.

She arrived in the basement in one breath and walked into her workroom. The guest from the nursing home had been cleaned by Ron and was lying on the steel bed waiting to be served.

Ms. Molly hurriedly took out the cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it.

While smoking heavily, he reached out to find the radio next to him and turned it on.

"Squeak...squeak...squeak..."

Xuehuayin ended quickly, and her very familiar voice came out:

"Listener friends, sometimes, people's fate is so wonderful; some people struggle all their lives and get nothing, but some people just make a right choice from the beginning, and they can gain far more than Imagine the rewards.

Yes, such a person is really enviable.

This is the case for a friend of mine. She gave up on the outside scenery and chose to stick to it.

Now, I want to tell her:

Your perseverance has been favored by God. "

…

"Master Karen, do you need my help with anything?"

Paul asked as he brought the vegetables he bought into the kitchen.

Karen smiled and said: "After dinner, I want your help to eat more."

"Of course, no problem, haha, I miss your cooking skills very much, Master."

Karen continued to work alone in the kitchen, declining the kindness of her aunt and uncle.

When the meal was almost ready, Mina and Chris ran over, and Karen asked them to help bring the food to the table.

"Wow, I have cooked so many dishes." Mina sighed.

Chris nodded: "Yeah, I can't finish it."

"Because there are still many guests who haven't arrived yet."

"Who is it, brother?"

"They are all my brother's friends and invited to my home."

"Then I need to inform my mother. She has to clean up in advance."

"No, we are all our own people, so there is no need to be so polite. I have divided the dishes and reserved them in the kitchen. When they arrive, I will open a new table for them."

Immediately afterwards, Karen noticed that the main seat was empty. It was the exclusive seat for grandpa. "Mina, there is no tableware on grandpa's seat."

"But, brother, grandpa, he..."

"Put it on."

"Okay, bro."

At this time, the phone rang. Karen waved to Mina and the others, and said while taking off her apron: "I'll pick it up."

Pick up the phone.

"I'm Rasma."

"I'm Karen."

A brief silence brewed at both ends of the microphone, and an invisible storm completely kicked off at this moment.

In the church office, Rasma turned to look at his students and asked with an absurd face:

"Karen, are you the ground commander of this operation?"

"Yes, my dear Lord Rasma."

Rasma ignored the answer on the phone. He just stared at his student.

Vic puffed up his chest and replied:

"Our minister is responsible for commanding the legions in this operation!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Rasma laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes.

He really lost his temper, because this couldn't be any more ridiculous. The cult was going to launch an operation against his grandfather, but as a result, half of the command rights for the operation belonged to his grandson!

If this matter spreads, wouldn't the Cult of Kosmos become a laughing matter in the entire church circle?

After laughing, Rasma licked her lips: "Is your grandpa awake?"

"Not yet. I just got home and just finished cooking. I'll call grandpa later."

"Boy, do you think your wings are hard enough?"

"No, no, I am still weak compared to Him."

"You will pay the price for your naivety and arrogance. You should not come back, you should hide; but, you let your grandfather's sacrifice for you be completely in vain."

"My home is here and I always have to come back."

"You, the Immelais family, like to talk about 'family', and your grandfather is the same, so even though he has such a powerful talent, he has not been able to make a greater contribution to the religion, because In his heart, there is only Xiaojia and only love for Xiaojia."

"You are wrong, Lord Rasma. There is actually no difference between a small family and everyone, and there is no difference between small love and big love. Small love comes from human nature, and big love comes from small love. Even if sometimes small love is sacrificed for everyone. Home, that is nothing more than to make more small homes better.

There is no opposition between the two in the first place. It is you who forcefully stir up the opposition and think that you cannot have both.

If my grandfather did not have the love for the religion and order in his heart, my Lord Rasma, you would not be alive today. "

"I'm grateful to your grandpa."

"Well, it should be."

"But I don't agree with his decision. What he did to the divine religion was disobedient and defiled. Even God will not forgive him."

"I forgive you."

Vic, standing next to Rasma, reminded in a low voice: "Our minister will forgive you."

"Excuse me, who are you!!!"

Karen moved the microphone further away because the growling was too loud.

Vic silently crossed his arms and confessed on behalf of his teacher.

When the volume went down, Karen said into the microphone:

"Lord Rasma, please tell Vic next to you that the food is ready and he can come and eat."

After saying that, Karen hung up the phone.

Rasma took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to make this right."

Vic said: "Teacher, you are 'all of this'."

"Are you his subordinate?"

"Yes, I am his follower."

"Are you his follower?" Rasma had a strange look on her face, "Haha, you know, he is using you."

"No, he's saving me."

"Even without him, when your teacher and I leave here, I can make up for all the grievances you suffered in the past few years, and you can still have a very high status and excellent development in the divine religion!

What he gives you is what you deserve! "

“He gave me what you could not give.”

"He roped you in to let you deal with me today, to dissuade me, and to tie you to his chariot to restrain me, my child, my student, and my successor. Can't you wake up now? ?

You are just a tool he uses to deal with me! "

"No, teacher, you don't deserve it."

Rasma: "..."

"Teacher, he is someone worth following. He will lead us to a new era, a new era. He didn't ask me to restrict you. I understand now that he wanted me to save you."

Rasma stretched out her hand and forcibly restrained Vic's body, then put her palm on Vic's forehead for inspection. Then, Rasma said doubtfully:

"You're not mentally controlled?"

Vic did not resist and just continued:

"Teacher, you can never imagine who you are fighting against, nor can you imagine who is standing behind him!"

No one is allowed to reveal the true identity of the minister without Karen's nod or Mr. Alfred's confirmation.

Vic could only dissuade his teacher in this way.

But obviously, in Rasma's ears, this kind of dissuasion means: his student is crazy!

"Oh, of course I know who is standing behind him. Doesn't he just think that with his grandpa here, he can be unscrupulous?

I will tell him with reality that he thinks things too simply, and he should not underestimate the foundation and will of the divine religion. "

"Teacher, you are the one who is truly innocent."

"Vic, I believe that time will help you calm down and wake up after this is over."

"I believe too."

The statue of the god in the church began to fade away, and then quickly grew in size, forming an extremely majestic Dharmakaya;

The grapes on the grape trellis all separated from the vines, gathered towards Rasma, and merged into his body. Rasma raised his head, his breath soared rapidly, and on his chest, a fragment of the godhead had condensed.

He was right, he did deliberately suppress the rhythm.

This is to give Dis face.

At the same time, he also hoped to see the news of Karen, the rising political star of the Cult of Kosmos, who suddenly disappeared in the expired newspapers of a certain day.

Unfortunately, reality has not developed in the direction he hoped for, so he has no fault to blame.

The sacred aura spread out all around like a tide. Rasma's whole body was entangled with strands of golden threads. He clenched his fists, and the huge dharma body behind him also clenched his fists.

A solemn Gate of Order appeared in the sky.

This is the first time the Gate of Order has appeared in this area after a few years.

Rasma looked at Vic: "I will give the blessing of becoming the elder of the temple to you, my students, and my children. In addition, this high priest owes me a huge favor, and I also Let him make it up to you.

This is all my debt to you.

Now, teacher, I am going to do something. I want you to see what real power is. "

Rasma's figure disappeared from the spot, and he came into the air. The huge body of law that belonged to him hugged the Gate of Order with his arms.

Dis's biggest threat to the Temple of Order is that he can be guided through the Gate of Order, ignoring all defenses, and go straight into the depths of the temple.

This is a rule set by the temple since the day it was founded. It is a courtesy given to the elders of the temple. However, the founder did not expect that such an existence would be born in later generations and use it to threaten the temple and the entire divine religion.

Now, the Gate of Order is blocked by Rathma, which effectively eliminates the possibility of Dis using this method to threaten the temple.

Vic stood in the church yard, looking up at Rasma in the sky.

He was so solemn, so sacred. Logically speaking, as a student, he should feel extremely proud from the bottom of his heart at this time, but he couldn't feel proud. He just sighed helplessly:

"Teacher, you are not even as good as the dog next to our minister..."

…

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At the moment when the Gate of Order was blocked, huge and majestic light pillars dropped from the sky and appeared in Luojia City.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, Sidi, 7, 8... 12 meow!"

On the windowsill, Pu'er counted excitedly.

The reality is that in order to solve the Mink Street incident, the temple spent a lot of money and dispatched many more temple elders than previously received.

Not counting Rasma, there are 12 people who are now on the bright side!

"No matter how many there are, Sidi is the sixth one, hey hey meow."

Kevin stood up and used his dog's paw to push open the window. He gently rubbed Pu'er with his dog's head. Pu'er understood and came to its back.

"Silly dog, I'm so excited, meow. This time, I'm really not scared at all!"

Kevin proudly raised his dog's head and raised his two front legs, like a proud war horse responding to the knight on his back.

In the last era, he could only watch helplessly as she walked into the depths of the sea like a sister;

In this life, he already has enough power to protect this little sister-like... new white moonlight.

Now, it was just Karen's turn to give the order.

Then,

He will let this world experience the shock of a god again!

…

The taxi went around in a long circle, and after paying the 200 reals, we still paid another 50 reals.

Finally, we stopped in front of Gate 13.

With a cigarette in his hand, Neo stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the most majestic and powerful beam of light in the distance.

"call……"

After blowing out a smoke ring,

Neo smiled and said:

"Hey Ukonga, come on, call daddy!"

…

Karen noticed the movement outside, but he still calmly brought the freshly stewed fish soup to the table, and even poured out the vinegar dishes one by one.

Then he went to the kitchen door, where there was a rope with a bell tied to the top.

He recalled that when he was at home, every time he cooked a meal and rang the bell to call his family members to come over for dinner, he was really full of happiness and satisfaction.

He grabbed the rope again and shook it. As the crisp bell rang, Karen shouted:

"dinner time!"

The family and friends came from the first floor to the second floor. Everyone sat down as usual and sighed as they looked at the large table of sumptuous dishes.

Uncle Mason was even more surprised and said: "Haha, Karen, you actually prepared canned herrings specially for me!"

At this moment, there was the sound of a door closing on the third floor, followed immediately by the sound of footsteps coming from the ceiling above.

Everyone didn't pay attention at first, but then Aunt Mary suddenly asked: "Who's up there?"

Everyone began to count the number of people with their eyes, and found that their family members were all sitting here. Even if Mina said that guests would be arriving later, they would first appear on the first floor, not the third floor.

Immediately, everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Everyone cast their gaze towards the corner of the stairs on the third floor, held their breath, began to feel anxious, and began to look forward to it.

Karen had already reached the stairs and was waiting in advance.

On the window sill of the third floor, Kevin, who was still majestic before, suddenly turned around quickly and faced the bedroom door.

After seeing that figure,

noble god,

It also lowered its proud bald head unconsciously:

"Wow~~~"

The figure finally appeared at the stairs and began to walk down.

Aunt Mary couldn't hold back her tears all of a sudden. She leaned in her husband's arms, beat her husband's chest while crying, and complained:

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, oh, oh... I'm just saying that the old man is partial, partial, partial! He's partial to the boss, and he's partial to the grandson. It's too obvious, it's really too obvious!"

Mason also cried and echoed:

"Yes, it's biased. When my grandson comes back, he wakes up."

Karen took a deep breath, smiled, and said to the top of the stairs:

"Grandpa, everyone is here and waiting for you."

…

Cemetery.

After flipping through the notebook in front of the tombstone, strands of golden thread began to surround the tombstone.

Mr. Huofen is dead and has been awakened after his death. Even in the eyes of Order believers, he has been completely dead and does not even belong to spiritual materials.

However, some people are still alive, but they are dead; some people are dead, but they are still alive, and they live in the books they wrote.

He is Dis's partner and an old friend that Dis has been with since middle age.

He once "read away" the private notes of the God of Principles. He was once regarded as a "teacher" admired by formation masters like Piro. He gave up his status and fame in the religion and became an ordinary servant of God.

"Snapped!"

One hand penetrated the coffin lid and the soil, and reached out of the tomb.

in,

There was a cry:

"You brat, you still have a grandpa lying here!"

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