Weird Sequence: Immortality Begins from Chinese Martial Arts

He walked into the house, took a step forward and stopped, leaving the door behind him open. He looked very tired as he stood. There was a pair of gloomy eyes on his dusty face, which revealed a kind of rudeness, wantonness and exhaustion. With a violent expression, the setting sun outside the door shone on his body, causing a black shadow to form on his front, like a devil.

Aunt Wang saw it from the kitchen and screamed in fright.

The priest looked at the visitor calmly.

The man looked between the priest and Aunt Wang for a moment, and before they could speak, he spoke.

"That's right. I'm a worker at a construction site. I worked hard at the construction site but didn't get any money. Now I don't have a penny on me, but I'm very hungry. Can you give me some food?"

"Aunt Wang," the priest said, "you are adding a pair of tableware."

The man took another step forward and came to the dining table. "I have walked a long way. Can you let me sleep for one night? Do you have a utility room here?"

"Aunt Wang," the priest said, "go to the master bedroom and put on white sheets."

There was some emotion on the man's cold face. He didn't expect that the old foreign man in front of him could agree to such a rude request, and his Chinese was really fluent. There was doubt on his face, "Really? You don't dislike me?" "

"I am the priest who lives here. Sir, please sit down. We will eat in a while. While you are eating, she will make your bed."

Aunt Wang put the food on the table. She glanced at the priest. The priest smiled and nodded to her. Then she placed a set of tableware in front of the man.

"Go and make this gentleman's bed. He is very tired and may need to rest after dinner."

Aunt Wang couldn't go against the priest's wishes, so she had to go upstairs.

"Sir, please sit over here. It's warmer here." Every time the priest said the word "sir", his voice was kind and serious.

"No need." The man's already hardened heart began to waver. He unexpectedly gained respect here that he had not seen for a long time.

"I am." The man spoke at this time, wanting to explain something, but the priest gently held his hand. "You don't need to explain anything to me. This is not my home. It is the residence of God. This door never asks who comes in. Name, but ask him if he is in pain. You are suffering now, cold and hungry. You are welcome here. Do not thank me or say that I let you live in my home. This is not the place for anyone except those who need a roof over their heads. People’s homes. I don’t need to know your name, I already know it before you ask!”

The man's eyes widened in surprise, "Do you know what my name is?"

"Yes." The priest said, "You can call me 'my brother'."

There was a sumptuous dinner on the table, a soup, a piece of roast lamb, some figs, cheese, and a large loaf of bread.

"These are Western diets. I don't know if they are to your liking."

"Okay, okay!"

When Aunt Wang came downstairs and took her seat, the priest's face suddenly brightened up, with a cheerful and hospitable look, "Let us eat quickly."

The priest first prayed as usual, and then divided the soup with his own hands, and the man ate it hungrily.

By the time the three of them finished eating, the sky outside the window had darkened.

The priest stood up and said, "Sir, I will take you to the room where you sleep."

The priest took the man to the master bedroom, which was the room where he usually slept. There were almost no furnishings in it, except for the necessary bed, which was a small statue of Jesus on the bedside. It was simply boring.

"Okay." The priest said, "You can have a good sleep here. You can have a glass of hot milk before leaving tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Father." As soon as the man spoke, he was immediately stunned. He made this strange move without even thinking about it. This was different from what he had thought when he first entered the door.

He immediately put on a fierce expression and said in a rough voice: "You are so relieved to let me sleep here, how do you know that I am not a murderer?"

The priest looked to the ceiling, "That's the thing about the merciful God."

With that said, he left.

The man was lying on a white and soft bed. In the past few days, he had either slept under a bridge or on a hard wooden board at a construction site. It had been such a long time since he last slept on such a soft bed.

Soon, sleepiness came over him and the man fell into a deep sleep.

After sleeping until midnight, the man woke up. He stared blankly at the ceiling in the darkness, which was where the priest had been staring before. "I said, I no longer believe in God, God, or God!"

Yes, this man is Wang Qiang. He once lived in a bright place where the sun could shine. Only when the huge wave of fate hit him did he realize that the sunshine before was just an illusion created by the video studio. It is so fragile, as long as there is a slight change, it will be extinguished.

Since then, he has been living in darkness, suffering in darkness, hating in darkness, and groping in darkness like a blind man.

He was treated coldly by human society. In his eyes, the society always had an angry face that claimed to be righteous and scolded him endlessly.

He was naturally angry, and a rage arose in his heart, burning at all times, illuminating the abyss and bleak prospects of his destiny. In the misery and horror, his heart died, and what was buried with it was He is kind and kind, which is what he valued in the past.

Where is he in this dark night? Even he was at a loss.

Wang Qiang closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep again, but it was easy to fall asleep when he first came, but it was difficult when he came again. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and his thoughts were confused. Suddenly he thought of the things he had put in the cabinet in the living room. Gold and silver tableware should be gifts from believers that the priest accepted.

Those few times the gold and silver tableware trapped his thoughts, the things were just there, seemingly unlocked, only a few steps away from him.

His thoughts were turbulent and hesitant, and he struggled until dawn. The bell rang at six o'clock in the morning. Wang Qiang opened his eyes and made a decision in his heart. He got out of bed, picked up his shoes, and tiptoed to the living room. When he came to the place where the gold and silver tableware was placed, he raised his hand to open it. Sure enough, it was unlocked. He took down the tableware. His hands were shaking so much. He had never trembled like this when he was killing people before.

He quickly opened the door, put on his shoes outside, and left quickly.

The sun came out, Father Noah was reading in the small courtyard behind the house as usual, and Aunt Wang ran over in panic.

"Father, do you know where the gold and silver tableware in the living room have gone?"

"Know!"

"That's great. I thought they were lost. Where did you put them?"

“I get them into the hands of people who need them.”

"What? You mean, that man stole our gold and silver tableware?" Aunt Wang had been following the priest for several years and could already hear the meaning in his words.

The priest felt sad for a while and looked at Aunt Wang seriously, "First of all, are those tableware ours?"

Aunt Wang was speechless for a moment, and the priest continued: "We shouldn't have occupied those tableware for so long. They were originally the things of the poor. Now, isn't it normal for it to return to the hands of the poor?"

Aunt Wang lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders, "Just do what you say."

Aunt Wang returned to the room, still muttering something. At this time, the door rang and someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and a group of angry old men and women came in, grabbing one person from all directions, and that person was Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang came out of the priest and walked down the street when he was seen by believers doing morning exercises in the apartment. In the early morning, anyone who saw such a ragged man would take a second look or two. Some people with sharp eyes saw Wang Qiang hiding in The corners of gold and silver tableware in clothes.

Immediately they started shouting, and everyone came forward to surround Wang Qiang. They caught Wang Qiang and discussed calling the police. Then they thought about it and decided to go to the priest first and let him deal with it.

Wang Qiang did not expect to come back here so soon. The priest also heard the noise and came over. Wang Qiang lowered his head and did not dare to look at the priest.

"Father, this man stole your gold and silver tableware and we caught him. Do you want to call the police?"

The priest walked over quickly, "Oh! It's you!" He said loudly: "I'm glad to see you again. You forgot to bring one of the gold and silver tableware I gave you, and it's right here." He walked to the cabinet. He stepped forward and took out a silver plate that Wang Qiang had not taken away because it was located too low.

"These should be sold for a lot of money, which should be enough for you to live a good life." The priest enthusiastically thrust the silver plate into Wang Qiang's hand.

The priest said to the surrounding believers: "This is a misunderstanding. Let him go quickly. I gave it to this gentleman."

"It's a misunderstanding. Hey, look at what happened."

"You guys go out first, I'll talk to this gentleman some more."

When everyone saw the priest speaking, they all left.

Wang Qiang's limbs were trembling and he looked at the priest blankly without saying a word.

"My friend, these are all given to you by me. You can sell them without any worries. You are welcome to come here at any time. The door is unlocked. You can come in just by pushing the door open."

Wang Qiang's face was pale at this time, as if he was about to faint at any time. The priest walked up to him and said softly, "Don't forget, don't forget the promise you made to me. You use this money to be a kind person!"

Wang Qiang was stunned. He didn't remember making any promise to the priest at all. The priest emphasized his tone and said seriously.

"My brother, Wang Qiang, from now on, you no longer belong to the evil side. I used these tableware to buy your soul from Satan. I redeemed your soul from evil and handed him over. God, from now on, be an upright and kind person!”

Wang Qiang ran out as if running away, his steps were hurried, and he was panicking. His cold eyes turned faintly red at this time, with tears rippling inside. A voice came from his ears, "Sequence turned on, sequence detected: lv9 progressive, Promotion Ceremony: Spiritual Salvation (Completed), Awakening of Supernatural Powers: Self-Strength (1): The effect of physical exercise is doubled, and the upper limit of the physical body is increased.”

Wang Qiang was in a state of confusion, his brain was buzzing, and he completely ignored the sounds in his ears until a black figure emerged from the roadside and grabbed him.

"Old Wang, are you okay?" The person who came was Meng Changlin. He was looking for Wang Qiang before and saw Wang Qiang entering a house. Meng Changlin thought that Wang Qiang was going to do something cruel, so he waited outside. Who knew that as soon as he entered, he would arrive? I woke up the next morning and saw him coming out in a hurry. Meng Changlin was about to go up to say hello, but the elders and aunties got there first and sent him back.

Only then did Meng Changlin know that Wang Qiang had stolen something, and he was worried that he was going to suffer. Unexpectedly, Wang Qiang came out intact after a while, leaving him confused.

Meng Changlin's voice pulled Wang Qiang out of the trance-like chaos. Meng Changlin looked at Wang Qiang in surprise, "Are you crying?" He never expected that he could see tears on Wang Qiang's face.

Wang Qiang wiped his eyes and said, "Why did you come to me? I'm a fugitive. Aren't you afraid of getting involved?"

Meng Changlin smiled awkwardly and said: "I'm already like this. What else do I have to be afraid of? I'm looking for you. I just think that living alone is too miserable. Two people can have a companion and be able to talk."

"Now I finally know what I'm going to do. This thing is very dangerous and may cost you your life. Do you want to join?"

"I don't know if I'm afraid of death. Anyway, now I feel like life is worse than death." Meng Changlin said with a smile.

Wang Qiang nodded and stretched out his hand. Seeing this, Meng Changlin also stretched out his own hand, holding the two hands together hard.

"Then let's see what we can do!"

Wang Qiang was surprised when he looked at the sequence of text that appeared in front of him. After reading it, he whispered: "Let the world tremble in red anger!"

The strings of fate were plucked. Wang Qiang had always been in the wave of fate before, passively accepting it. Now, he also wanted to see if fate was really destined and unchangeable. This time he was on the road of life. Taking the initiative to make a choice, he wanted to take a difficult road full of thorns and shattered bones, but this could no longer scare Wang Qiang at this time. He knew that the right road was much more difficult than other roads!