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As the largest church in Budapest, St. Stephen's Basilica is one of the most beautiful must-see places for tourists after they come to the most beautiful twin cities in Europe located on the most beautiful section of the Danube.

The temple is magnificent, with magnificent architecture, sculptures and colored paintings. The hall can accommodate 9000 people. Even on weekdays, there are still an endless stream of tourists who come here to visit.However, it is obvious that in this era of the Internet of Things, where beliefs are extremely complex and fluctuating, the reason why people come to the temple is no longer just, or even for a long time, no longer to commemorate the sincere original intention of the king.

The history of the kingdom has become a relic in the history books. Those who are interested stretch out their hands to gently brush the dust at the end of the heavy pages, and those who pass by in a hurry prefer to take pictures with the bronze statue of the potbellied policeman of the Austro-Hungarian Empire on the street.

In fact, the tourists queuing up to buy rose ice cream in front of the nearby GELSATOROSA store are no less than the number of people who go to the temple to pay their respects.

The wheels of civilization are constantly rolling over the ruts on the scroll of history, and the speculation about whether human fine culture is going backwards or forwards has never stopped. After a round of verbal disputes over this topic, Shen Teng and Qin Zheng, who were too lazy to go far, finally exchanged change from passing tourists, threw 200 HUF into the donation box, and entered the temple.

Speaking of this, Shen Teng still felt a little regretful—they did not come today by coincidence, and missed the church mass on Saturday, when the church would present a silver willow to every believer.

"You like Silver Willow?" Qin Zheng asked casually.

"No," Shen Teng pouted, "I just like to take advantage."

It can be seen that this is a typical guy who has no faith at all and doesn't care about avoiding taboos.

Gothic churches in Europe are always magnificent and magnificent. The architectural space of the temple is full of colorful elements. For laypeople of too many churches, most of these world-famous churches look the same.

"As far as personal observation is concerned, Matthias Church is actually more popular than this place."

Shen Teng, an outsider, talked to Qin Zheng in a low-pitched manner on St. Stephen's site: "Hungarian kings like to hold their weddings there, and Princess Sissi was officially crowned as Queen of Hungary there." Of course, in addition to the status of the 'Coronation Church', the reason why it keeps attracting tourists may be that it is very close to the Fisherman's Bastion. It is said that someone has done a survey, and the proportion of young people in Budapest having their first kisses there is the highest."

As a non-professional accompanist who has never officially joined the city explanation club, Shen Teng's explanation of his hometown is very good, from official history to unofficial history, even groundless pornographic history and urban legends, he can also understand He speaks clearly—of course, if he didn’t bring people to Pest but started talking about the sights of Buda on the other side of the Danube, the user experience evaluation might be better.

Shen Tomato talked a lot today.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that Budapest had been rainy since they got off the train from Vienna, and even the rain on their coats hadn’t dried out yet, Qin Zheng almost wondered if the sunshine here had some unique magic power. It was able to bring back to life Shen Teng, a flower vine that was always lazily climbing the wrought iron railing in a daze under the brilliant thousand suns of Barcelona.

When the two passed by an ancient wall flickering with candlelight, Shen Teng, who finally realized that he seemed to have strayed from the topic for too long, finally blinked, raised his head, and cast his eyes on the dazzling golden dome.

The structure of the murals and sculptures is perfect, with the Holy Father in the center, and angels and saints surrounding him layer by layer.Complex, symmetrical, extremely gorgeous, dazzling beauty, like a masterpiece in a kaleidoscope.

With both hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, Shen Teng looked up unexpectedly showing some calm compassion.

"The temple was destroyed in wartime, the dome collapsed in a peacetime storm, and it took 54 years to rebuild the church."

In 54 years, there are only a few short lines of small characters in history, but when spring comes and autumn comes, the tide of the [-]-kilometer river visible from the clock tower rises and falls, and how many things have changed.

The history of architecture is much thicker than a person's lifetime.

Today, the golden and immortal Latin phrase is printed on the lintel of the temple, which translates to "I am the way, the truth, and the life", which comes from the 14th chapter of the Gospel of John. When playing the piano, Shen Teng carved this sentence on the side wall.

Qin Zheng's eyes were slightly lower than his, and they stopped on the statue of the king on the central altar under the golden pillar.

The spring rain in Budapest might have stopped when they entered the palace to shelter from the rain. The bright skylight cast down from the high windows was washed into bright and mysterious mottled by the stained glass printed with myths and legends. The organ is now beating smoothly for the person standing on the side of the heart.

"By the way, the mummy right hand of the first Hungarian king is enshrined here."

Shen Teng turned his eyes away from the mural that was about to dazzle him, tilted his head and approached Qin Zheng, and whispered: "It's in the shrine at two o'clock on your right hand side, have you seen it, a small glass box that glows, be careful , don't look directly, although you won't turn into stone if you see it, but the Hungarians who love the king will throw stones at you."

There is nothing in the direction of two o'clock, except that the Hungarian commentator who loves the king is enthusiastically and proudly introducing the "right hand of the king" they have hidden in the underground chapel for thousands of years.

Qin Zheng turned his head expressionlessly, and met the hateful smile of "Well, I'm lying to you" written in the eyes of Shen Mahuhu.

It was a nasty and naive joke. Before the other party counterattacked, Shen Teng asked slowly: "To be honest, when you look at these paintings for a long time, will you have the idea of ​​​​returning to heaven?"

"No." Qin Zheng's answer was firm.

Shen Teng curled the corners of his mouth, and looked up again at the mural that he had seen countless times when he was a boy.

Qin Zheng stared at him, raised his eyebrows slightly: "You will?"

Shen Teng shrugged, squinted at him, and said, "Sometime (sometime)?"

Perhaps because he grew up abroad and never lived in a country whose first language is English for a long time, Shen Teng’s English accent is very distinctive, and his pronunciation and slang are very authentic, but sometimes (especially when flirting), his tone would lean more towards the American frivolity that British gentlemen criticized.

That sentence just now is.

Sometimes, outside of flirting, Shen Teng usually only uses this tone subconsciously when fooling people.As for the part he didn't mention just now, most of the time (most of the time), Shen Teng's eyes are actually more attracted by the scenes of hell depicted on the church murals.

It's so strange, obviously he doesn't think he has done any bad things worthy of going to hell, and he thinks that his personality is decent and cheerful, but somehow, Shen Teng always feels that he is very likely to be wrongly oiled by an angel after he dies pot.

At first, this feeling was not obvious, but just now, when he revisited his old place, he suddenly realized clearly that he began to yearn for a bright heaven under the subconscious drive.

It's really sad.

It turns out that no matter how strong the will to die is, people will indeed develop a strong survival instinct before death.

At some point, Shen Teng, who was immersed in thinking, gradually disappeared the smile on his lips.His eyes focused on a certain part of the dome, and Qin Zheng followed his line of sight, but he couldn't tell which devout saint it was that made this man's eyes look serious.

But Qin Zheng didn't ask him either.

He just stared quietly at Shen Ma who was lost in thought for a while, and then raised his head, trying to study those Bible stories that he had never been interested in.

If Shen Teng took the lead to look back at the people around him at this time, he would probably be surprised to find that Qin Zheng's expression looked like a child unexpectedly at the moment.

His eyes are clear and clean, and he is focused on trying to understand some mysterious things that are far beyond the comprehension ability of children at their age.

And it happened so coincidentally that Shen Teng, who really found Qin Zheng's expression when he was in a trance, blinked. While feeling the novelty and fun, there was more in his heart that he was still cautious, for fear that his breathing would be a little heavier. It disturbed this rare and precious sight.

There is an old Chinese saying that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may not be appropriate to put it here. With a little modification, it may be said that a child is in the eye of the beholder.It was obvious that Qin Zheng was tall, and the black clothes wrapped him from head to toe in an extraordinary abstinence, but in Shen Teng's eyes, he was scaled down inexplicably and turned into a cool kid wearing adult clothes.

God, at this time, coaxing him to call himself "brother", is it possible?

The non-beliefist Qin Zheng silently turned his sore head under the fiery gaze.

Shen Teng coughed lightly, and subconsciously looked away. After a while, he remembered something, and turned his head to look at Qin Zheng again, squinting his eyes.

Qin Zheng: "?"

Shen Teng raised his index finger and gestured to Qin Zheng twice. The latter raised his eyebrows slightly, but he also cooperated, and lowered his head close to his lips.

During the conversation among the people in the inner hall with lowered voices, Shen Teng asked in a breathy voice: "Your family is in business, have you ever paid homage to Guan Gong?"

Almost every shop in Chinatown has a statue of Lord Guan. Edwin was curious about why Shen Yuru put a statue of a red-faced god when he was not at home, and was served by the hostess with a blank look. Now, this has become a stereotype of Shen Teng.

Qin Zheng worshiping Guan Gong, this scene is really unimaginable.It took Shen Teng a lot of effort to hold back his laughter, and he stared at Qin Zheng solemnly waiting for him to refute—in many cases, he was deliberately teasing the other party, and no matter what response he got or no response at all, Shen Teng could find something from it. to fun.

"Thank you." But Qin Zheng replied.

"..." Shen Teng blinked.

Seeing his unexpected expression, a smile flashed across Qin Zheng's eyes, and soon disappeared.

"Worship Wenchang Jun for the high school entrance examination, Manjusri Bodhisattva for the college entrance examination, Avalokitesvara when you go abroad, Goddess Goddess when you return home, and Guan Gong when you go to work."

Shen Teng opened his mouth slightly - Qin Zheng turned his back on the guest and waited for his response.

"I don't know the difference between these gods..."

Shen Teng frowned uncommonly, and tentatively said, "But they shouldn't belong to the same mythology system, right?"

"Well," Qin Zheng nodded, and showed his lack of faith syndrome again in front of the statue of the Holy Father, "My parents don't really care about me. Every time, an aunt who cooks at home reminds me I go out to worship God."

But that aunt hadn't received much education, so she couldn't tell the difference. Qin Zheng didn't even bother arguing with her.

This is the first time I've heard of this, Shen Teng blinked and said with a smile: "I thought..."

"Thought my family is a nouveau riche, fake and fastidious, meat and vegetables are not taboo, and I don't know how to avoid taboos."

Qin Zheng took the conversation, and his words were so sharp that even the eloquent Shen Teng was stunned for the first time, but he didn't seem to care at all, and continued to himself: "It is true that most businessmen are superstitious. Every year on the first day of the first month, my father I would spend millions to pray for the first incense in the Goddess Temple, and my mother prayed for my brother’s safety in the small Buddhist hall at home for more than 300 days a year. You can think that I was born in a feudal family .”

It's just that the official members of this family have never believed in feudal superstition for him, and only the unrelated aunts who can't see it will urge him to do some stupid things.

No wonder Qin Zheng said he didn't believe this.

The past that I had guessed but never learned directly from Qin Zheng came to me without saying hello. Shen Teng pursed his lips in a panic, pinched his cuffs and searched his domestic elementary and middle school students' thesaurus urgently: "Then you Is it really true, out of the mud but not stained?"

Hold back for a long time, just hold back this.

Qin Zheng curled the corners of his lips and chuckled lightly.

"It's not completely clean."

He finally showed kindness and temporarily let the poor wild fox go.

Under Shen Ma's helpless gaze, Qin Zheng unhurriedly took out an exquisite wooden cigarette case from his pocket. He took out something completely unexpected by Shen Ma -- a peace talisman.

It was when the second young master first arrived in Jiangcheng after returning to China, he went to Yanqing Mountain at the urging of his aunt.

Qin Zheng hung the red string on his fingertips, and handed it to Shen Teng, shaking it gently.

He said: "At least when I ask for a talisman, I am always sincere."

There was a bell on the peace talisman, and when it was delivered to Shen Teng's palm, under the witness of Jesus, the king, and all the saints and angels, both of them heard a crisp jingle bell.

"Take it as my bribe," Qin Zheng lowered his eyelids, and approached Shen Teng's ear, "Comfort me, Shen Jiaying."

For the first time in his life, he admitted so frankly.

"I need your comfort."

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I listened to it when I was writing and reading the article myself, and it will be updated slowly until the end.

as well as!It may be because I did write this story as a travelogue for the two of them. The story line and regional history involved are relatively complicated. The update of this article has not been fixed. This is also a headache for me but I have not been able to adjust it. Good state, I would like to say sorry to everyone again, and thank you for liking this story~