Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 389: In dreams and outside dreams, Saint Barlan and you are connected in heart (Part )

"Humph, that's a lot of nonsense. This kid must have picked up the book from some old ship that drifted ashore."

Most of the villagers were shocked by Botticelli's canon of saints, but there were still a few people who held different opinions, such as the bricklayer Bodzi, who still sang a different tune.

"Boyce can read? You can come up with such an outrageous explanation."

The old fisherman retorted with a sneer.

"Is he not allowed to let others read to him because he can't read? Or maybe this kid only knows a few words and he made up some more by piecing together some words.

Chip, you are not his biological father, so stop trying to stop me. Are you worried that if we expose Boyce's lies, you will lose face."

"Bodji! You son of a bitch!"

The bricklayer's words hit Old Chip right in the sore spot, and he stood up and grabbed the other man by the collar.

"Stop it, both of you!"

Henrich stopped him. Although he felt that what Boyce said made some sense, and...if believing in the saint could make everything fine, then it would definitely be a great thing.

But this is after all about the lives of the whole village, and I can't just believe the testimony of these three people:

"Boyce, let me ask you, since you are a follower of the Saint and know so many methods to deal with demons and monsters, why didn't you tell them earlier? Will others not believe you even if you tell them?"

Why didn’t you say it earlier... Botticelli was an honest man and seldom lied. Everything in the nightmare was too unbelievable. For a moment, he was speechless by Henrich’s questions.

How to explain, how to explain! He clenched his fists and rested them on his knees. The more anxious Botticelli was, the more he could not come up with a story!

He lowered his head and said nothing, while the villagers watching the show around him started to make noise again.

"Who said no one believed it? He wanted to believe it, but how could I teach him? Without that kind of relationship, how could the good things flow into someone else's fields?

What about us? We are fellow villagers! This meat can’t be left in the pot to rot!”

Hmm!? Suddenly, a hazy voice sounded in Botticelli's ears. This...isn't this the voice of Saint Barlaan?
No wonder Saint Balaam watched over me as I fell asleep tonight. It turned out that he was helping me secretly.

Botticelli imitated Liu Yonglu's tone and repeated what he had just said word for word.

Outside the dream, in a hotel room in Lombardy, Botticelli was lying flat on the bed, his eyes moving back and forth, still struggling in a nightmare.

Where's Liu Yonglu? He's asleep too!
You can't sleep while you're on guard, but if you want to blame anyone, it's Alfonso. The dinner was arranged too well, and Liu Yonglu was a loser who didn't eat enough delicious food and ended up eating too much.

He would feel sleepy whenever he ate too much, and his eyelids would droop as he sat on the bed.

Originally, they had agreed to work in groups of two to keep watch today, but Millie Tang didn't know why, but she turned her face away whenever she heard the name of the Saint these past two days, resulting in Liu Yonglu being the only one left tonight.

"I'll just lie down for a while. I won't sleep. I'll just lie down. Yes, it's better to lie down if it's more comfortable..."

Liu Yonglu lay down while trying to find a way out.

How could he not sleep? Less than five minutes later, Liu Yonglu went straight into the backstage, just in time to catch the Toad chanting. Liu Yonglu had no choice but to stand on the stone and start to work!

It has been more than half a year since he traveled to this world, and he is actually a little tired of doing this. But Liu Yonglu has a solution. If he doesn't feel like practicing traditional jokes these days, he will try to create some.

This thing will be considered as the best trick we can have when we return to the folk art troupe. We will show it to those little BKs and show them that we have a unique new gadget.

Today he was changing a new job! During the day, his mind was full of the Saint's Sect, so he was hanging up and talking about uniting believers!
Liu Yonglu was working backstage and talking in his sleep in reality. When he entered the dreamland, the black stone would also affect a small area around it. Xiaohu had discovered this before.

Botticelli's nightmare and Black Stone's dream overlapped in the small bedroom. Liu Yonglu did not directly travel into Botticelli's nightmare. Just like Ling'er said, this was too difficult and almost impossible to do.

Botticelli could only vaguely hear Liu Yonglu mumbling softly...but the mumbling came at the right time, just solving Botticelli's urgent problem.

Hearing the other party's arrogant tone, Henrich nodded slightly. Generally, capable people have tempers. If believing in the saint is really useful, then it's okay for you to follow his will.

The village chief spoke at this time:

"Don't be surprised, kid. It's not that we don't believe you, but is your witchcraft... or the teachings of the saint you mentioned really useful?
You are also aware of the current situation in the sea. Those deformed monsters will overturn ships from underwater and drag away and eat the sailors on board.

I have seen such mysterious witchcraft before, and it will only take the lives of our loved ones!"

The title is not important, whether it is the saint or the sun god, they are the same in the eyes of the old village chief. Many swindlers have come to the village before, so the old man asked this question.

"Brother, that's great!

Your worry is a reflection of the superiority of our Saint! All those who believed in fake witchcraft are dead, so why do the remaining people believe in it? Don’t they all believe in our Saint? "

The village chief and Henrich whispered to each other, wondering if the saint had any great power. They both hoped that all this was true, but... they had to verify it anyway.

"Boyce, can we deal with the monsters in the sea just by reciting the Holy Maiden Canon?"

"It's... it should be..."

Botticelli tried to understand the meaning of Liu Yonglu's mumbling. Many of his words were so strange that Botticelli was completely confused. "Squillani, come here, how much did you remember just now?"

Henrich is the richest man in the whole village and one of the few literate people. His second son usually works beside him to manage the business. He has the best brain and can remember the outline of many books just by listening to them once.

"Father, I only remember the second half."

Squillani told the truth that he did not take the first half seriously and just thought that Boyce was a mentally ill liar, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong and he secretly lost his mind.

"Boyce, if I want to borrow the power of the Saint, do I have to recite the entire Saint's Canon?"

"This……"

Botticelli was anxious! He tried hard to grasp the meaning of Saint Barlaan's intermittent humming.

"Can you recite the scriptures?" Botticelli asked after a long while.

"I've memorized the second half," Squillani answered honestly.

"Don't talk nonsense!
I see you are wearing glasses, and you look very polite, as if you are very knowledgeable! How come you haven't memorized it yet?
Do you want to go fishing? If you want to fish, hurry up and prepare. If you don’t, the monster will come and take you away! "

The village chief and Henrich exchanged glances and nodded. Boyce was indeed different from other scammers. At least he was quite responsible.

"Do you believe in the Saint?" Botticelli added.

"If you say so, Boyce, then I believe it." Squillani lowered his head after being scolded.

"Sit down and continue reciting."

At this time, the other villagers in the house stopped talking. The village chief and Henrich were the most far-sighted and experienced people, so just follow their lead.

"Bernus... I have one last question."

The old village chief raised his eyelids and glanced at the young man in front of him with his cloudy eyes.

"What you are talking about is not just witchcraft, it is simply faith. Do we have to worship the saint in order to borrow her power?"

The village chief is old and experienced. The young man may not know how terrible faith is, but he instinctively resists it.

"Our witchcraft... no, isn't that what faith is all about?

As long as the faith of our Saint Maiden Sect is established, you old people will all be saints who found your own sect.
We must train believers to be people who only want the saint and are not afraid of wind and rain, who only want to be pious and do not want to get sick, who only want to worship and do not want to get sick from being suffocated!"

The old man sighed and nodded. In fact, he also knew that obtaining such an important scripture was not without price.

But it doesn’t matter now. If the saint really has such great power of compassion, it would be nice to be her believer.

"Wait a minute, Boyce, let me ask you, if the Saint is real and has such a terrifying divinity, why doesn't she just kill all the monsters in the sea for us, but has to let her followers and let us risk fighting in the sea?"

After all, Henrich was a businessman with a clear mind, and he immediately found the loophole in the words.

Botticelli remained the same, with his head down and silent, listening to Saint Baranovich's maxims.

“To be honest, you believers are having a hard time.

But isn't the Saint doing this to train and cultivate believers? The Saint wants you to know what hardship is and what a harsh environment is.

Look at you now, all of you are fearful and weak.

The saint did this to let you know that without enduring hardships, how can you become a superior person?

If you don't work hard when you are young, you will regret it when you grow old. The saint wants to tell you, if you are gold, beat it until it shines; if you are a scab, you must stand out; if you are a villager, beat him until he believes in religion!
It's meat, it's meat, I beat it till it's rotten in the pot."

To be honest, Henrich didn't understand Botticelli's long passage at all. If he couldn't understand it, the villagers who only knew how to fish and farm would be even more confused.

Henrich felt that...there was something special about Beuys when he spoke, as if there was really a kind of divinity surrounding him.

"Wait a minute... there's more."

Botticelli waved his hand and continued to listen to Saint Barain's message.

"How can I tell you so that you will understand?
How can you enjoy something without suffering? How can you make money without taking risks?

How can you see the rainbow without going through the wind and rain? No one can succeed easily, right?

Since ancient times, heroes have suffered many hardships, and heroes have always emerged from youth! The water of the river flows eastward, and the stars in the sky are like the Big Dipper!
Drink when you want to drink, and take action when you need to take action!
If you want to be the first person to believe in the saint, you should listen to Saint Balaam. Believe in your own religion and let others talk about it. "

After saying this, Botticelli realized something was wrong! How did he bring Saint Barlaan out? He quickly covered his mouth.

Henrich nodded slowly at first, but at the end he asked in confusion:
"Saint Baran? Who is Saint Baran?"

(End of this chapter)