dmims Chapter 146 The Old Priest
Chapter 146 The Old Priest
Chapter 146 The Old Priest
As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked the black man hard in the buttocks.
The kick wasn't heavy, but the position was tricky. The black guy let out a "howl" and leaped forward.
"No, not this one..."
The black man was on the verge of tears, covering his buttocks as he explained.
"I was one of the first in line to get it... When they were handing out coupons, I was the first in line..."
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He really did manage to snatch it.
KFC employees were handing out coupons at the entrance, and he was quick to grab one first.
After listening, Chen Yuan remained silent for two seconds.
Then he kicked it again.
"Still trying to argue!"
Black guy: "
He really didn't try to deny it!
Chen Yuan looked down at the things on the ground, his gaze landing on the key.
It was a dagger, folded, about the length of a palm when unfolded, with some black stuff stuck to the blade, I didn't know what it was.
"Look, there's even a dagger!"
He bent down, picked it up, and weighed it in his hand.
"Confiscated!"
After speaking, Chen Yuan raised his head and looked at the other two black men.
The two men, one lying face down and the other kneeling, both raised their heads and met his gaze with fear in their eyes.
"What are you two looking at?"
Chen Yuan's tone was calm, but to their ears, it sounded more frightening than a roar.
"Why aren't you taking everything out?!"
The two of them quickly did as instructed.
He frantically rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag containing a few cigarettes.
The kneeling man pulled out a lighter, a set of keys, and two coins.
Chen Yuan glanced at their belongings, his expression of disgust growing even stronger.
"So poor, yet they still come out to rob people."
The three black men were lying on the ground, all with the same expression on their faces: ( )
They resort to robbery because they're poor!
Chen Yuan put the dagger into his pocket, and after thinking about it, he returned the coupons to the guy with the gold chain.
"I don't want this, you keep it for yourself."
The black man took the coupon, unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Chen Yuan picked up his suitcase, took two steps toward the alley entrance, then suddenly remembered something, stopped, and looked back at them.
All three of them shuddered at the same time.
"I am the newly appointed priest of St. George's Church."
Chen Yuan said that his tone was like that of someone chatting casually.
"You are welcome to come and confess to me."
After saying that, he turned and walked out.
The three black men exchanged glances.
St. George's Church?
Father?
This guy is a priest?!
Just as the man with the gold chain was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly saw Chen Yuan's figure reappear at the alley entrance.
He's back.
The three of them were almost scared to death.
"Father, is there anything else?" The man with the gold chain stammered.
Chen Yuan looked at him with a serious expression.
"How do I get to the church?"
With directions from the kind-hearted black man—who practically wanted to draw a map for him—Chen Yuan finally found St. George's Church after traversing several blocks.
That's right, just a few blocks away.
The original owner was completely unreliable; the station she landed at was a million miles away from the church.
The church is small, hidden behind a row of old trees.
Gray stone walls, pointed roof, stained glass windows, and two steps leading to the entrance, on which a few leaves had fallen.
It looked quiet and ordinary, out of place on this street.
An old priest was moving flowers at the door.
He was wearing a black robe, his hair was completely white, his back was slightly hunched, and he was carefully walking into the church, holding two pots of colorful flowers in his hands.
The movements were slow, as if afraid of falling or disturbing the flowers.
Upon seeing Chen Yuan, the old priest stopped and smiled at him.
The smile was kind, with wrinkles crinkling at the corners of the eyes.
Chen Yuan nodded at him and then smiled.
"Father, I'm here to take over your priestship."
The old priest paused for a moment.
He held the flowers and looked Chen Yuan up and down.
From head to toe, and from toe to head.
His gaze lingered on Chen Yuan's face for a moment, then moved down to his chest.
Then the old priest's lips began to twitch.
Chen Yuan looked down.
Oh, right.
The big gold chain is still hanging around her neck.
That was confiscated earlier; to be precise, it was "given" by that black guy wearing the gold chain.
He was squatting on the ground rummaging through his loot when he saw that the chain was quite thick, so he put it on without thinking.
I forgot to pick them afterwards.
"Oh, you mean this?"
Chen Yuan took it off his neck, a harmless smile on his face.
"When I got off the bus at the station, three very enthusiastic black men came up to me to help. They not only told me how to get to the church, but also gave me this big gold chain."
He paused, then added.
"It's nothing valuable, otherwise I wouldn't have accepted it."
Old priest:
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He looked at Chen Yuan, opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.
When did black guys start appearing in this neighborhood?
And why would a black guy be so kind as to give someone a gift?
His thoughts began to wander: What did those black guys look like?
Why give a gold chain?
What exactly did this young man do to them?
"Father?"
A hand waved in front of my eyes.
The old priest came to his senses.
Realizing what he had just been thinking, he quickly muttered "sin" to himself.
How can you judge others with that kind of perspective?
The Lord teaches us to have good intentions.
He cleared his throat, his face regaining its usual kind expression, but his tone became serious.
"List."
He already knew Chen Yuan's name.
The fact that an Asian man was chosen to succeed a priest is so rare that it's hard for him not to remember the name.
Please don't address people like that.
"Under the Lord, everyone is equal, without distinction of rank or status."
"We can't use words that have—well, they have a certain connotation—to refer to anyone."
Chen Yuan shrugged.
"So what should I call them?"
He tilted his head.
"Besides, I didn't discriminate against anyone."
"Aren't those who think this term is discriminatory the ones who are truly discriminating against them?"
The old priest choked.
That sounds... kind of reasonable?
But he immediately realized what was happening and his expression turned serious.
"In short, you can't address people like that."
"You can call them by their names, you can call them 'sir,' or if you really can't, you can call them 'friend.'"
"But that word won't do."
He paused.
"Now."
He handed one of the two potted plants to Chen Yuan.
"Come with me to the church to set it up. Some parishioners will be coming to celebrate Mass soon."
"oh."
Chen Yuan obediently took the potted plant and followed the old priest into the church through the small door.
The church wasn't large, but it was very quiet.
As soon as you step inside, you're greeted by a familiar scent.
Wood, candles, and a little bit of fragrance.
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting patches of red and green light on the floor that slowly shifted over time.
Chen Yuan glanced at it.
The sanctuary is at the very front, with the altar placed in the center, covered with a white tablecloth.
Behind the altar is a cross, on which Jesus is nailed.