Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1957: Chapter 1952: Mathematical Nirvana (13)

A church without an object of faith.

Fu Qian didn’t mind exploring its background, even if it was encountered outside this special City of Bliss.

And just as he was considering how to proceed, the Brotherhood presented itself as a useful tool, so why not use it?

Of course, given the constant misalignment and strangeness in this city, the analysis of the results will be more complex at that time.

But that’s okay; if it’s complicated, then it’s complicated for everyone, and his own intentions will be even harder to grasp.

Turbid waters are easier to fish in.

"You’re not joking? Our people are very busy."

At this point, Brother Thick Eyebrow appeared somewhat tempted, evidently weighing the credibility.

What could you possibly be doing?

Collecting protection fees, or perhaps taking a cut from a special line of work?

Naturally, his words only elicited a sarcastic response in Fu Qian’s heart.

"Just now, there was a little trouble."

Before he could say anything, Brother Thick Eyebrow continued to explain.

"Oh... what kind of trouble?"

It’s easy to imagine it being a bloody incident he had created, yet Fu Qian deeply doubted the Brotherhood would care about that.

"A girl not only didn’t get paid, but her day’s hard work was snatched away. I need to have a chat with that particular customer."

Sure enough, Brother Thick Eyebrow confirmed the suspicion, and it was indeed related to their special line of work.

Though it seemed the Brotherhood was quite dedicated, fulfilling its duties once paid.

"Perhaps that person just wanted a different kind of karmic experience."

While applauding inwardly, Fu Qian also commented, attempting to understand the mindset of a freeloader.

"Well, he certainly experienced it."

Brother Thick Eyebrow, with a face so amiable it almost seemed glowing, let out a series of cold laughs.

"I don’t know where he got such an idea, but since he chose the Brotherhood’s territory, the upcoming content should be within his expectations."

Such domineering confidence!

Faced with such earnest performance, Fu Qian did not hesitate to offer praise.

With this style of a separate quality wall, shooting an abstract silent film in the City of Bliss would probably look especially surreal.

Besides, he even entertained some peculiar ideas, imagining that scene.

"Trust me, what’s before us is more worth experiencing."

Of course, the main business is never forgotten, and Fu Qian quickly transitioned to emphasize the current situation.

"So what is it? Can’t you just share it directly?"

Brother Thick Eyebrow, obviously more focused on this matter, responded almost instantly.

"This is my way of sharing."

Unfortunately, in terms of deliberate mystification, Expert Fu is never one to be outdone, immediately smiling, his words imbued with Zen.

...

As mentioned before, due to the ever-present misalignment and eccentricity in the City of Bliss, interpreting any words or actions requires extra effort.

Thus, there is undoubtedly more explanation to Fu Qian’s words.

They can be literally understood as "knowing it in the heart but not saying it."

Or, on a deeper level, understanding that what’s known is nothing else but the "causal consequences of this sharing behavior," already showcased to everyone.

Mysterious and more mysterious, it’s this brain-tingling effect we’re after.

With the gang members led by Brother Thick Eyebrow all silent for a moment, Fu Qian’s smile grew broader, even casting a special glance at the previously trailing woman.

From her, the strength of the effect was clearly felt.

Initially, she seemed a bit bothered by being used, but now, facing this chaotic situation, she seemed to have given up thinking, silently gazing at what was supposed to be the location of the idol.

"Very good, it hasn’t been this lively here in years."

And at the next moment, there was movement at the spot she was staring at.

It was not some sudden miracle, but a—Priest?

Fu Qian followed the gaze and confirmed it was an old man styled similarly to himself, only with notably more lavish colors.

His hair and beard were completely white, wearing a strangely tall hat, looking over here with a gratified expression.

"Of course, what’s more gratifying is that you could realize this point."

...

Having a priest in a church is indeed normal.

And since it’s a priest, it’s understandable for their style to lean a bit towards a swindler’s way.

With full empathy capability, Fu Qian exchanged a timely smile with this suddenly appearing elder—

Though he himself didn’t know what he realized, as long as the old man knew, it was enough.

Since the priest knew, it means he realized something.

Having realized it, if the gang members fail to do so, it’s their own problem.

See, the mystery is ever-so-deep, yet perfectly explicable, the logic already very clear.

In awe of the boundless realm of wisdom, the righteous aura surged and roared around Fu Qian, intimidating the Brotherhood members into not daring a glance.

Enlighten yourselves, it’s beyond words.

"For years, I’ve come here not just once to confess, was it always just self-pity?"

It proved that certain things quickly manifested as a phenomenon passed from person to person.

Amidst this special atmosphere, at a certain moment, Brother Thick Eyebrow took a deep breath, seemingly reminiscing about the glorious years in his murmurs.

"Looking back, I’ve never even known who I was confessing to... thus knowing nothing, realizing nothing, even now—"

"So what? Don’t miss the point; the act of confessing itself is what’s most important."

However, his gradually subdued voice was interrupted in the next moment by the priestly elder.

Still exuding that free demeanor, he raised his hand, pointing at everyone, including one of the first three seated, who remained emotionally stable and hadn’t left till now.

"Everyone coming here only seeks to confess the sins they committed, thus seeking the awakening of their soul; is the object of confession that important?"

Appearances can be deceiving; the old man proved to be the most optimistic encountered in Paradise so far, and his words sounded quite enlightened too.

"Even I don’t know whose church this is; haven’t I been cultivating here for years?"

Hmm... is this being a bit too enlightened?

The old man’s demeanor was admirable, but the content towards the end was exceedingly astonishing.

So the layout of this church isn’t for the sake of modesty?

You as the administrator don’t even know who or what is worshipped?

At that moment, even Fu Qian admired the fierce spark of inspiration from this clash.

His earlier act of deception was merely following the trend, completely unexpectedly aligning with the church’s philosophy.

Peeling back layers of mystery, only to find emptiness at the core.

At first glance, it looks a bit startling, but considering this place’s special essence of bliss and malevolence, an inexplicable harmony is achieved with such a site of faith in the city.

Indeed, he deeply felt the local culture—but it’s not enough yet.

After all, our goal is transcendence.