Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong also purchased a lot of food, first distributed it to the gods with whom he had a personal relationship, and then distributed the rest to the group.

After appeasing the old gods, Cong Ye hurried to an abandoned church at the end of the street in the center of Changsha City.

The church was originally called St. Peter's Church. It was a church built by British priests in Changsha for missionary purposes after the United Kingdom signed a treaty with the Qing Dynasty.

There are not a single loyal believer, but there are quite a few beggars who go to the church to eat and drink.

Later, after the rebels disemboweled the priest, the church became an abandoned building.

Without the free food provided by foreigners, the poor families and beggars nearby no longer visit this place.

The meeting place agreed by Cong Ye and the three brothers was here.

Cong also called a rickshaw driver.

In the past, he was not used to riding in rickshaws, but now that he has figured it out, he accepts it well.

The rickshaw pullers make money by pulling rickshaws, so a whole day without income is the most painful thing for them.

Young customers like Cong Ye, who spend a lot of money and are light-weight, are the good business they snatch.

St. Peter's Church is covered with clumps of unrecognizable grass, and the stained glass has been covered with dust, making it no longer as eye-catching as it once was.

The oldest of the three brothers is called Hongwen, the second is called Hongjing, and the third is called Hongjin.

The names were given by the masters of the Shaolin Temple after they went up the mountain. The three brothers thought they sounded better than their original names, so they have been using these three names since they went up the mountain until now.

When Cong Ye arrived, Hongwen and Hongjing happened to come out of the church.

The two brothers seemed to notice the cold and rubbed their arms.

When Cong Ye came out today, he also put on a feather satin cloak.

After getting off the rickshaw, Cong also looked at the silver-gray sky. It might snow later.

"Little Master!"

Hongwen ran to Cong Ye's side and grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Although Hongwen didn't know Cong Ye's identity, based on the guesses and rich imagination of the three brothers, he added a prominent life experience to Cong Ye himself.

"How many people have you persuaded?"

Cong Ye asked while walking with him into the church.

Hongwen scratched his head, feeling a little distressed:

"Twenty-eight people, but all of them were beggars and homeless people."

The task Cong Ye gave to the three Hongwen brothers was to gather people who had no jobs and relatives in Changsha City.

In fact, these people were not persuaded by the three brothers. After all, these people were all people with no future.

There seemed to be no other place to go but to follow them.

Cong was not surprised by this result at all.

This body was once one of those beggars.

There are indeed a lot of beggars and homeless people in Changsha.

It is impossible for them to survive this winter alone.

Hong Jing helped push the church door open, and after Cong Ye and Hongwen entered, he closed the door again to prevent the cold wind from blowing in again.

Cong Ye stopped.

The statue of Jesus in the church is already covered with spider webs.

The long rows of wooden pews in the church were covered with thick dust.

A group of half-grown children in ragged clothes sat on the ground.

With a sallow complexion and skin all over his body, he looked at Cong Ye with alert eyes, reminiscent of the eyes of an endangered bird.

Desperate and full of all-or-nothing vibes.

Cong Ye's eyes flashed across the group of people in front of him, and his heart seemed to have turned into a ball of cotton soaked in water, heavy and heavy.

"bullion……"

Cong is just the beginning.

Hongwen immediately stepped forward to express his loyalty: "Young Master, I will keep the gold bars intact! Don't worry!"

Cong Ye looked at him for a long time and sighed:

"I gave you the gold bars, not to keep them for me or for yourself, but to use them for them."

Hongwen's eyes widened and his gaze passed over the group of people on the ground in disbelief:

"For them?"

He blinked, his expression full of reluctance.

"..."

Cong also stared at him.

It wasn't until Hongwen couldn't stand being stared at that he nodded quickly: "I...I understand."

Cong Ye also called Hong Jing and Hong Jin to his side and slowly explained things clearly to the three of them.

"From the first time I saw you three brothers, I knew that in this troubled world, you must be no ordinary people!"

The three brothers straightened their chests involuntarily.

"I also believe that you are not willing to be ordinary people!"

The three brothers stood more upright.

"In the past, others mistook pearls for fish eyes, but now that I have met you, it is destiny!"

"We are destined to do something great together!"

The eyes of the three brothers were already sparkling with light.

Hongwen held it in for a long time and finally came up with a sentence to suit the occasion:

"A scholar dies for a confidant, but the young master still understands us three brothers!"

Cong Ye glanced at Hongwen in surprise, not expecting Hongwen to say such a sentence.

Hongwen blushed at Cong Ye's eyes, coughed twice, and explained: "This is what I heard my master say before."

Cong also clicked on the gold bars in Hongwen's pocket, looked at him and said:

"Use the gold bars, gold bars are not as valuable as human life."

Cong doesn't have any great ambitions, but being able to do his own small part in this era can be regarded as a full share of his passion.

What's more, if he doesn't lend a helping hand, there are countless people who won't survive this cold winter.

His words naturally fell into the ears of others.

"Repair the church, prepare winter clothes for them, and provide them with food..."

Cong Ye told the three Hongwen brothers: "Find a cook and a teacher, and the three of you will teach them martial arts."

The three Hongwen brothers looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

"If you want to do big things, how can you be a mere commander?"

Cong also had to use this reason to seduce the three of them.

As expected, the three Hongwen brothers immediately became energetic and nodded in agreement.

Cong Ye finished these things, got on a rickshaw and left St. Peter's Church.

It started snowing halfway through the rickshaw ride.

Snowflakes flew down from the sky like goose feathers.

Cong Ye stretched out his hand and took a few pieces in his palm. When they touched the human body temperature, they melted into water in a moment.

The mind-telling technique A Ying taught Cong Ye was far more effective than what he said, but he didn't want to apply it directly to those people.

If they are good-natured, just guide them.

If their minds are impure and unwilling to correct themselves, then telepathy will come in handy.

Cong is also unwilling to erase their ideas as human beings.

After getting off the rickshaw, Cong Ye happened to meet Chen Pi at the door.

Chen Pi stepped on the steps with his front foot and stared at him with his back foot.

"Where have you been?"

Chen Pi's eyes glanced up and down at Cong Ye, as sharp as a knife.

"What about you?"

Cong Ye opened his slightly drooped eyelids and looked at Chen Pi with a pair of clear pupils.

Chen Pi was stunned, as if he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to ask about his whereabouts.

He put his hands behind his back, strode into the Hong Mansion, and dropped the two words on the snow.

"pier."

Cong Ye snorted lightly and entered the Hong Mansion.