Chapter 222 Bishop, the angel is coming! (Please vote, please subscribe)

The Dongjiadu Catholic Church located in the French Concession in Shanghai is the seat of the bishop’s office of the Nanjing Diocese under the Roman Catholic Church.

Although the vanguard of the Taiping Army led by Shi Dakai, the seventh son of God, had set up camp outside Nanjing, and the main force of the Taiping Army led by Hong Xiuquan, the second son of God, Yang Xiuqing, the Holy Spirit, and Wei Changhui, the fifth son, were also marching along the Yangtze River, the Pope’s Nanjing Bishop Zhao Fangji was still sitting in the Dongjiadu Du Bishop’s Office, with no intention of going to Nanjing to welcome the arrival of the gods.

However, this elderly, mentally unwell and in poor health servant of God is not wasting his time. He is still working hard to serve the Lord, and does not even rest on Sundays. Although he does not preside over the Sunday Mass in person, he is still in his office, wearing reading glasses and reading “The Secret Report on the Discovery of the Devil in China”.

This was obviously a report written up by a drunk Orthodox priest, and the old bishop would not believe a single letter of it!
But he was a Catholic bishop, and whether he believed or not was one thing, and whether he did his job or not was another. Even if he didn’t believe that there were devils in the world, he had to patiently read the report, and then write an “Analysis Report on the Secret Report on the Discovery of the Devil in China” to the Roman Catholic Church to explain that the devils that appeared in China were not real devils, but liars.

In addition, a month ago, the bishop received instructions from His Holiness the Holy See of the Roman Catholic Church, ordering him to thoroughly investigate the Christian rebellion in southwest China.

In his letter to him, His Holiness also asked him to meet with the leaders of these Christian rebellious forces in person as much as possible and, if possible, to guide them to become believers of the Roman Church.

Originally, the bishop wanted to use the excuse that the journey was too long and he could not go. But he did not expect that the Christian rebels were very considerate of him. In a very short time, they fought from the southwestern mountainous area of ​​China to the southeastern metropolis of Nanjing. Maybe in a month or so, they would be able to reach Shanghai!
By that time, it would be questionable whether the Nanjing Diocese of the Roman Catholic Church could still exist.

Because in these days, many Chinese gentry from the Huguang region have traveled thousands of miles to seek refuge in the Shanghai Concession under the protection of Britain and France, and they also brought some news about Chinese Christian rebels.

If the news is true, the leaders of this rebel army include God’s second son, third son, fourth son and Holy Spirit, fifth son, sixth daughter, sixth son-in-law, seventh son, adopted son and archangel. There may also be a Satan!
The lineup of this Christian rebel army is really… even the old bishop is speechless!
The only ones missing from God’s family are God himself, Christ and the Virgin Mary. How can the bishop face this kind of Christian rebels? Pointing at them and calling them fakes? Is there a risk of seeing God in advance? Otherwise, he will have to kowtow to these members of God one by one?
So the old bishop had made up his mind that he would never meet “God’s Chinese people” no matter what. As soon as the Taiping Army approached Shanghai, he would flee immediately.

“dong dong dong”

Someone suddenly knocked on the door of the bishop’s office, and then a hoarse voice full of anxiety was heard: “Your Excellency, Father Hunter, please step out for a moment. A Chinese official has arrived!”

“what?”

Bishop Zhao Fangji was stunned. He immediately stood up, walked to the door and opened it. He saw an elderly deacon standing outside. He was a thin Chinese man.

“What’s going on?” Zhao Fangji asked.

“The official was accompanied by twenty or thirty armed followers, and Wu Daotai’s grandson,” said the Chinese deacon.

“Is there another religious incident?” Zhao Fangji frowned, “This is really not the right time!”

“I’m not sure if it’s a religious case,” the Chinese deacon showed an indignant expression, “but Consul Aitong is already negotiating with the visitor.”

Zhao Fangji breathed a sigh of relief: “That’s good, I’ll go right away!”

“Mr. Consul, you don’t have to be so nervous. I have no ill intentions. I am only here to attend the Sunday Mass.”

At the entrance of Dongjiadu Catholic Church, Luo Yaoguo was smiling and speaking in Oxford-accented English to the unhappy-looking French Consul Aitong.

He just came to worship God, but he didn’t expect to be blocked outside the church by a group of pseudo-believers – he had seen God, Ji Du, and the Holy Spirit in the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and no one could stop him!
Now people are being stopped from entering a church.

The one who took the lead in stopping him was the short-sighted French consul in Shanghai – this guy will definitely go to hell in the future for stopping angels from worshipping God!
“Sunday Mass? You…you are a Christian?” Aitong was still a little unconvinced.

Even if an official of the Qing court wanted to worship God, he would surely change into casual clothes and worship quietly. How could he come to worship openly in four carriages, accompanied by a dozen followers?
Isn’t he afraid of being impeached?
Moreover, this official did not seem to be very important. The “patches” on his official uniform and the glass beads on his hat showed that he was just a small official at the level of county magistrate. If he was really impeached, he would not just lose his job but would be sent to prison.

In addition, why does this Chinese county magistrate speak English with an Oxford accent?
Could he be a graduate of Oxford or Cambridge?
“Mr. Consul, why can’t I be a Christian?” Luo Yaoguo smiled as he looked at the French pretty boy who was destined to go to hell. “I once wanted to serve God all my life! But then I encountered something more meaningful.”

He was not lying, he was an archangel, and he even recognized God as his godfather! If he didn’t “come down to earth”, wouldn’t he serve God all his life? “You, do you still want to be a priest?” Aitong looked at Luo Yaoguo in disbelief.

“That’s about the same.” Luo Yaoguo shrugged.

As an archangel and God’s adopted son, if he wants to go to Rome to chant, he must be the Holy See of the Church, that is, the Pope, right? Forget it, don’t take Pius IX’s job, it’s not easy for this old man.

During the Revolution of 1848, he was driven out of Rome by the Roman people for the first time and fled to France to join Napoleon III. When the Papal States were destroyed again in 1870, he hid in the Vatican and became an old otaku.

“Mr. Consul,” Luo Yaoguo said with a smile, “I haven’t introduced myself yet. I am Luo Xueyan, the chief secretary of the Hunan Governor-General of the Qing Dynasty, Mr. Luo.”

“Luo Xueyan?” The French consul seemed to have never heard of the name Luo Xueyan.

Who made Luo Xueyan arrive in Shanghai on Friday?
Consul Aitong had to prepare for the weekend on Friday afternoon and didn’t care about anything else. Saturday was the weekend and Sunday was to worship God.
“Mr. Consul.” Wu Jianzhang’s grandson Wu Chaoyue knew the Frenchman’s style best, and quickly explained in French the purpose of Luo Xueyan’s visit to Shanghai and everything that had happened in the past two days related to Luo Xueyan.

Consul Aitong was really dumbfounded.

How long has it been? How could so many things happen? If he took a month off, would this Chinese official be able to mobilize an entire infantry division in Shanghai?
“His Excellency the Bishop is here! His Excellency the Bishop is here.”

At this time, Bishop Zhao Fangji finally arrived at the door of Dongjiadu Catholic Church with the help of a Chinese deacon.

“Bishop, do you believe that the devil exists in the world?”

After the Sunday Mass, in a reception room in Bishop Zhao Fangji’s official residence, Luo Yaoguo looked at the old Italian in front of him and asked with a smile a question that would soon trouble many Western dignitaries.

“Believe it,” Zhao Fangji nodded, “the devil was also created by God.”

“Oh,” Luo Yaoguo turned his head and looked at Consul Aitong again, and asked in English, “What about you? Consul, do you believe that the devil exists in the world?”

“Of course, of course I believe it!” Consul Aitong gave an affirmative answer.

“Okay, I’ll give these two books to you two.” Luo Yaoguo said as he took out two “thick” volumes of “The Great Book of Prophecy” from his sleeve pocket, still in both Chinese and English.

“This is…” The old bishop was stunned when he saw the words on the cover of the book.

“The Great Book of Prophecy?” Ai Tang was confused. “What is this?”

“These are books that record some prophecies of angels or demons!” Luo Yaoguo pushed the two books in front of Zhao Fangji and Aitong while speaking.

Aitong took the “Great Book of Prophecy” in front of him and opened it. What he saw was a stack of “White Pound” banknotes. The top one had a face value of one hundred pounds!

This is a huge sum of money!

At the same time, the old bishop Zhao Fangji also showed surprise, and then looked up at Luo Yaoguo: “Brother Luo, tell me, what do you want from me and Consul Aitong?”

Luo Yaoguo smiled slightly: “Bishop, Consul, please read the book first, at least read the content related to France, and then we can talk about cooperation. Okay?”

(End of this chapter)