Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Just when the group was getting excited and preparing to give Xijing a little Dharma-ending shock, a cold voice interrupted their shouting.

"Shuangxi! You are human beings, not sect leaders. Don't spend all your time thinking about killing your compatriots with despicable means!" Qiuci sternly accused:

"What's the difference between you and a cult?"

"Killing our compatriots? Ha, today's games and reality are full of filth and dirt. We are purifying the air, how can we say that we are killing our compatriots? How ridiculous!" Ying Zixi folded her hands and refuted Qiu Ci with a sneer:

"And speaking of cults, you guys from the Disabled Persons' Federation are more like them! All you do is hurt yourselves all day long!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the anger of Qiu Ci's followers was instantly ignited.

"No matter what we do, it's better than you guys hurting people everywhere! You are the evil cult!!!"

"Yes, yes! We do this for the Lord!!!"

"All you think about doing is killing people and setting fires, you terrorists!"

The people behind Ying Zixi were equally unwilling to be outdone and immediately fought back:

"You are the evil cult! A bunch of cripples! Masochists! You have made yourselves inhuman! You don't even look like a human being!"

"Yeah, who wouldn't call you a cult after seeing you?!"

"You are, your whole family are! Cult members!"

"Ah---! Cultists! Crawl!"

"Bah, bah, bah! You are the evil ones! Get out of the Church!!!"

"You guys should get out! Bah!!!"

“#!@#￥#@￥@#@!!@!!!#@￥￥#!!!”

The war of words started, and the two sides argued more and more fiercely, and the curses became more and more dirty. The left and right channels were surrounded by 360 degrees, which made Jiang Yuan's eardrums hurt. In order to avoid being splashed with saliva, he had to step back and leave the battlefield.

He just watched silently as the two sides of the aisle called each other a cult.

I couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

On one side, there is the Qiuci gang that is determined to torture himself, and on the other side, there is the Ying Zixi gang that is ready to torture the whole world.

It is impossible to judge which one is more like a cult, we can only say that they are evenly matched.

At some point, a fat black bat flew behind Jiang Yuan, and after a special effect of dark mist, it transformed into a vampire lord.

"About half a year after you left for the last time, Qiuci came back alone."

Louis looked at the noisy crowd in front of him and took the initiative to explain the past to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan asked: "What happened next?"

"Later, Qiu Ci claimed to be a bishop and brought back some very weak believers in your name. He arranged for them to enter the sect for trials. Through cruel asceticism, they tempered their wills and bodies and gained strength."

Jiang Yuan was puzzled: "What kind of trial is it?"

Louis shook his head and said, “Wo doesn’t know either, but every time he comes back, someone has serious burns and knife wounds.”

“A year passed like this, and Qiu Ci brought Ying Zixi back home.

At that time, the girl was still a minor, young, in poor health, and as thin as death. He was afraid that she would die, so he did not let her take the trial.

But this also set a precedent. Later, many newcomers entered the church on the grounds of poor health but refused the trial.

They believed that such self-harming behavior was pathological, but the Vatican was short of people and Qiu Ci could do nothing about them.

As time went by, more and more people refused to take the trial, forming a group headed by Ying Zixi. In addition, the newcomers had disagreements on the development concepts of the Holy See, which often led to frictions. They gradually split into two teams, and their relationship became increasingly worse.

On the surface they appear to be in the same organization, but internally there are undercurrents and open and covert struggles.

Although Qiuci is the bishop now, the new people prefer Ying Zixi and regard her as the deputy bishop. If Qiuci is gone one day, she will definitely be the next bishop. "

As a bystander, the leader of the group, Louis, saw the ins and outs of the conflict between the two sides clearly and even enjoyed it.

Jiang Yuan also understood it. To put it simply, this was a struggle between conservatives and reformists.

At this time, Louis narrowed his red eyes and said with a wicked smile: “Holy Lord of Wo, in fact, this situation is very beneficial to you now.”

Jiang Yuan glanced sideways: "Oh? How is it beneficial?"

Louis leaned close to his ear and whispered like a treacherous minister: "First, you can maneuver between the two of them, not only to make them grateful to you, but also to avoid one party dominating."

"Second, the greater the conflicts between them, the more they can prevent them from joining forces to undermine you and turn against you."

"Third, if they compete with each other, as your saying goes, it's like the fisherman benefits from the quarrel between the crane and the clam."

The imperial power tactics do make sense.

Jiang Yuan nodded thoughtfully: "You are right, but..."

The Snow-haired Godson looked at Louis meaningfully, and said in a playful and dangerous tone:

"Li, why do I feel like you are just here to watch the fun? Do you want to be the one who reaps the spoils, too?"

Louis was so scared that he quickly shook his head: “No, no, no, Wo is just a security guard, how dare he have any bad intentions!”

Jiang Yuan: "Why are you here to join in the fun instead of guarding the gate?"

"Oh, Wo Desa... Holy Lord, you misunderstood."

As the vampire Count spoke, he stretched out a hand from under his cloak and showed Jiang Yuan the burnt and bruised human leg that had just been cut off.

"Wo just finished his diet meal and now comes to get the ham for breakfast."

Jiang Yuan: ...

Fearing that the Holy Lord might not understand, Louis added:

"There's still some blood left in here. We can't waste food."

Saint Jiang's eyes were dull and he fell into thought again.

Putting aside his misunderstanding of the diet meal, Jiang Yuan now knows what "the food provided by Bishop Qiu is good" means.

Therefore, this vampire was fattened "personally" by the believers.

*

While the Holy Lord was lost in thought, the vampire security guard quickly turned back into a bat, hooked the big ham on one foot, and flew away at the speed of light.

In front, the war of words between the two sides has entered a white-hot stage. Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted:

"Holy Lord! They are going to harm people, please take care of them!!!"

"I......"

Jiang Yuan was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Mind yourselves! The Holy Lord is annoyed by the sight of you useless people!"

The war of words escalated and successfully dragged the founder of the Vatican into the water.

"Holy Lord! Look at them! Are they speaking human language? They are taking our kindness for granted. We shouldn't have accepted them into the Vatican in the first place!!!"

"Too vicious!"

"You are a pervert and yet you think others are vicious!"

"Holy Lord, think about those people outside and how they slandered us in the first place! We must make them pay with their lives!"

"Yeah, we can't let them go!!!"

The quarrel between the two groups made Jiang Yuan's head buzzing, and he almost couldn't recognize the two words "Holy Lord" anymore.

He knew clearly that these people were asking him to seek justice, but in fact they just wanted him to take sides so that they could ride on their shoulders and urinate on their heads.

But he is Jiang Yuan, not a pawn of any party, and it is even more impossible for him to be manipulated by them and let them run wild.

The Snow-haired God Child whipped out the Third Gentleman and slammed the whip down hard on the nearest long wooden chair.

“----Bang----!!!!”

The benches were broken into countless pieces, and loud explosions echoed over the church. The noisy crowd suddenly became as quiet as chickens.

"I don't stand with anyone." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

Someone still wanted to speak: "But......!"

Jiang Yuan turned around, glanced with his cold amber eyes, and looked at the young believer who was speaking in silence.

The intimidating look frightened the young man, and he had no choice but to lower his head and retreat back into the crowd.

"I hope you understand that I am the Holy Lord, not your mascot. Stand on whichever side I tell you to stand on."

The long legs in light-colored jeans stepped forward, passed through the quiet crowd, stepped onto the stairs, and stood in front of the blood-stained altar. Standing in the candlelight, the silhouette of the snow-haired son of God seemed to be stained with a layer of soft holy light.

Jiang Yuan spoke slowly, pausing for each word:

"In the Dharma-Ending Church, you should obey me, not me obeying you."

"Did I make myself clear?"

Jiang Yuan's figure on the stage overlapped with the Holy Lord in his memory. After a brief silence, Qiu Ci's eyes flashed with the light of faith. He stepped forward and was the first to respond:

"Yes, I will always be loyal to the Lord."

Seeing this, other believers also rushed to follow suit and said, "We will all be loyal to the Lord forever!!!"

Jiang Yuan then smiled and nodded.

"Good boy, that's more like it."

Only Ying Zixi still had a gloomy face, and it was obvious that she was still very unconvinced.

"Ying Zixi, I understand that you have a problem with the world. After all, most of the good people are dead. There are few good people alive today, including me." Jiang Yuan said to her:

"But please understand that the core of our Church of the Last Law is to eliminate the evil god, not to eliminate everyone except the evil god."

The beautiful Ying raised her eyebrows, opened her beautiful eyes, spread her hands, and retorted logically:

"But the evil god is hiding, we can't find him!"

Because the evil god cannot be found, he can only bring harm to ordinary people and the monsters who are the leaders of the sects.

Jiang Yuan's breathing stagnated: "......"

It was raining heavily outside the church, but it was quiet inside.

The meaning of Sister Xi's words was so profound that Jiang Shengzhu was confused.

I had to fall into thinking again.