"Dudududu..."
An old-fashioned walking tractor must have been built thirty years ago and has been in use for thirty years. It is a miracle that it has survived to this day. Thick smoke was sprayed from the tail tube, and it drove to the black gate with a momentum that might break apart at any time.
A man in a black cloak jumped out of the car. He stretched out his waist, which was about to fall apart, and took down his luggage, which was a small silver box. Then he faced the man driving the car, put the palm of his right hand on his heart, bowed slightly, and said very politely, "Thank you for sending me all the way here. I believe our God will definitely grant you peace and tranquility."
The uncle said, "I don't believe in God, I only believe in the promise that if you don't give me the fare, I will give you a knife."
As he spoke, he took out a rusty knife and picked it up in his hand with a fierce look in his eyes.
The priest in a black cloak was startled for a moment, then smiled.
He honestly took out a Zhang Er ten-yuan note from his pocket and handed it over.
The uncle grabbed the money, put it in his pocket, picked up the knife again, and said, "Give me another fifty."
The pastor was a little confused. "Didn't you agree on twenty just now?"
The uncle looked at him coldly. "I was alone outside just now. Do you want to pay me if I ask for seventy?"
The pastor laughed dumbly, "What now?"
The uncle squinted. "My four sons are in the field now. Do you think they will come if I shout?"
The pastor was helpless, smiled and shook his head, "I have been preaching for so many years, and there are not many people who are as honest as you."
After saying that, he honestly took out another fifty yuan, bowed to the uncle, and then turned around and walked away.
The place he came to was a small town with thousands of people living here, which could be considered a large gathering point.
A high wall was built around it with thorns and wires, and in the middle was a black gate.
At this time, there were two tattered deck chairs at the door. There were two thin men sitting on the left and the right, slowly smoking and looking at him.
"We have no plans to go out for food in the near future, nor do we plan to purchase goods. We only have a big market on the 5th, so it's very early."
"What are you doing here now?"
It wasn't until the pastor walked up to them that one of the men straightened up lazily and looked at him up and down.
"I'm not a thief."
The pastor stood in front of them, smiled attentively, and said, "I am a believer in God, and I come here to preach."
"Yo..."
The two gatekeepers suddenly became happy and felt very fresh.
There are many people who come to the town to sell goods, deliver goods, and even come to grab things, but those who come to preach are really rare.
"I said, what are the benefits of believing in your religion?"
The man on the left winked. "Do you distribute food in your church?"
The person on the right chuckled and said, "Why are you asking? The main reason is..."
He rubbed his beard and said, "Are there many girls in your teaching?"
"Are you wearing enough clothes?"
"..."
Faced with such impolite ridicule, the pastor showed no sign of anger at all. He smiled and said, "Our church will not distribute food, but it will make people no longer hungry. The God we believe in teaches us to stay away from love, and will also prevent us from suffering the pain of love. What we pursue is the truth, and the truth will allow us to get rid of the entanglement of desire and gain eternal peace."
The man on the left and the man on the right looked at each other and nodded at the same time. "Liar."
"Anyone who doesn't give substantial benefits is a liar."
"Yes, the dancers in the neighboring village don't even wear clothes. Thank you for having the nerve to ask..."
"..."
He raised his hand and pointed, saying, "Let's go quickly. Fortunately, I didn't eat enough at noon today, so I don't have the energy to hit anyone."
The pastor smiled and said, "I came from the far south and will not leave. I hope to meet the leader of your town."
"Chief?"
The man on the right sneered and said, "Then do you know that the leader of my family hates liars more than we do?"
"It's not like us who don't have enough to eat. He has the strength to kill people every day."
"..."
The pastor smiled, "It doesn't matter, I will let him understand what the truth is."
As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, took out a few banknotes, and placed them respectfully in the hands of the two men.
He put his right hand on his chest and bowed, "I'm sorry."
The two gatekeepers were silent for a moment, quickly collected the money, and then exchanged glances. The one on the right stood up, came to the security booth, picked up the phone and dialed. "Wai? We have someone here who wants to see the mayor."
"For what?"
"The delivery person said... they have a lot of goods there."
"Let him in, right?"
"Okay!"
"..."
After agreeing happily, they came to the priest together. "Search yourself first!"
The priest agreed happily and raised his hands.
The two of them touched him and found no guns or knives. They even opened the box. There were no bombs inside, only a few changes of underwear and the like. At most, they only found a few crumpled banknotes in his pocket, and they were too embarrassed to grab any more.
"Go in."
The two men ordered, "The rest of the matter has nothing to do with us. Anyway, if the boss asks, we will just say that you are talking about business."
"Thank you, thank you, I understand, I won't cause any trouble to you."
The pastor agreed, then picked up the box and walked into the big iron gate with ease.
He met the mayor of this town in a solid stone house, and it seemed that he was from the Knights.
Although he was a bit older, his muscles were taut and his clothes were not tied up, exposing his chest covered with black hair.
On the dirty sofas on both sides, there were several young people sitting with their eyes rolled. They all had scars on their faces and only a little stubble in their shaved hair. They were dressed like a ruthless person in the wilderness. Three young women with long legs exposed danced dynamically on the carpet.
"What business do you have to discuss?"
The mayor gave the pastor a sinister look and frowned. "Looking at your dress, you don't look like you are discussing business."
"Actually, I'm a missionary."
The pastor smiled honestly and said, "Of course, preaching can also be understood as business."
"Give me your soul and I'll give you eternal peace. A fair deal, isn't it?"
"..."
The mayor's face suddenly turned cold, he scratched his head in distress, and then waved his hands to the young people on both sides.
"Kill it!"
"Don't waste the meat."
"..."
The young men sitting on the sofas on both sides immediately stood up, grinning through gritted teeth, and looked at him like they were looking at pigs.
"Wait a minute!"
The pastor stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Before you kill me, you might as well take a look at my greeting gift."
As he spoke, he held the silver box in both hands and signaled to the other party.
The mayor gave a signal with cold eyes, and the three girls, who were beating with Chacha, hurriedly ran to him and stood tremblingly between him and the priest. The young men on both sides immediately took out their guns and pointed them at the priest's head.
"Now you can open the box."
The mayor said lazily, "If I'm not satisfied with the contents, I will still kill you."
"You will be satisfied..."
The pastor smiled and said, "Before that, I have a question."
"Excuse me, what kind of thing can you give your soul in exchange for?"
"..."
The mayor frowned and said to the young people on both sides, "Why don't we just kill it and let's open it and see for ourselves."
The pastor was also a little panicked and said hurriedly, "No, no, I will open it myself."
This time I stopped dragging it. I knelt down gently on the carpet, placed the box in front of me, and gently turned the button.
The lid of the box slowly popped up. The pastor's eyes lit up and he sighed softly.
Then, he turned the box around and towards the mayor.
"Oh..."
At this moment, whether it was the three girls standing in front of the mayor or the young men who stretched their heads to look at the box, they let out a low sigh and their eyes seemed to light up a bit.
Obviously there were just a few changes of underwear and other small items in the box, but when they looked inside the box, they were so excited that their saliva flowed out.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."
The mayor pulled several girls hard, as if he thought they were blocking his view.
His eyes were staring straight into the box, as if he wanted to get himself in. He didn't want to leave even a little while moving from the back of the table to the front. Shivering, he came to the pastor and said excitedly, "Is this... is this really for me?"
"Yes."
The pastor smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to believe in our God, this is yours."
"I... I do, I do."
The mayor almost knelt on the ground and stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to touch the contents of the box, but he didn't dare.
"In that case, I will state my conditions."
The pastor gently closed the lid of the box and said, "Not only do you want this thing, Songshan Town, Blackwater Town, Baini Town, Qinghe Town, Woshan Knights... I have been to all of these places. They all saw the things in the box just like you and promised to follow our god. I also promised to give them the things in the box. What do you think... what should I do?"
The mayor suddenly raised his gun with murderous intent, his face muscles twisted, and said, "I'm going to kill them!"
"Haha, no need..."
The pastor smiled softly and said, "As long as you are willing to listen to me, I will give this to you."
"After all... we are not the only ones!"
"..."
"I..."
The mayor opened his mouth, and there were earthworms burrowing under the skin of his face, and he said fiercely, "I want them all!"
"This..."
The pastor was startled for a moment, then laughed, "Then it depends on your performance."
Then he slowly straightened his face and said, "I have two things for you to do."
The mayor stared at him. "You tell me."
The pastor smiled and said, "The first thing is that the old man in your town who drives a tractor and pulls people must die."
"I heard that he had four sons who also had to die..."
"..."
The mayor nodded fiercely and winked at the people on both sides. "Go and do it!"
The pastor nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile, "The second thing is to organize all the people in your town who can handle guns."
"Unify under my command."