A Weird Theater That Started In London

In the 16th century, under the leadership of King Henry VIII, the Anglican Church broke away from the Holy See and became a faction of its own, and with the rise of the empire, it spread to all parts of the world.

Because of this, the power in the hands of the Archbishop of Canterbury is no less than that of the Pope, only half his head lower than that of Queen Victoria—

According to the Supreme Act, the Queen is the head of the Anglican Church and the head of Westminster Abbey. She can order Christians to take up arms, fight all battles, and punish all believers who break the law.

Of course, even Her Majesty the Queen will not ignore the Archbishop of Canterbury, because she is a secular leader, and the other party is a spiritual leader. Believers are like the empire, and they are distributed all over the world.

When the effect of the blockade receded, an old man who was nearly sixty years old walked in. Behind him were forty-four bishops, who filled the small restaurant in an instant.

If there were no spiritual surges in other eras, similar scenarios would not have happened at all, because each bishop was in charge of a territory with several cities and handled religious affairs.

But as the situation became serious, they rushed to Wudu to protect the heart of the entire Christ world.

During this period, no one spoke. This generation of Archbishops of Canterbury carefully looked at Lu Li, and Lu Li was also looking at this handsome old man with extraordinary appearance. There was no old appearance on his face, and his skin was extremely tight, which made the ladies feel ashamed.

extraordinary.

The two made judgments in their hearts at the same time.

"The holy light just now was summoned by your Excellency?"

With the passage of time, the Tongtian Pillar has dissipated, but those who were fortunate enough to witness this scene have become the most devout believers. Only a poor number of actors stopped what they were doing and came here to look for some chance -

The actors, a group of people who pursue grand scenes, are willing to become the savior admired by all and sacrifice their lives for it, but they don't mind being a despicable villain, provided that the interests are sufficient.

If one day, the actor becomes a believer of a certain god, it is not to find any spiritual sustenance, but to enter a bottleneck period, and you need to take a shortcut to get power quickly.

Just like Lu Li saw the diaries left by some seniors in the library. They believed in gods at first, but later started to usurp the authority of gods.

in short.

The actor has no faith. If he has to say one, it is power.

"That's right."

Under dozens of gazes, Lu Li spit out two syllables softly. He knew that the group of people in front of him would make huge waves in his heart because of this, but he didn't care. Instead, he took this opportunity to continue thinking about his words.

Why can such a large-scale holy art be released easily?

It is impossible for a pie to fall from the sky. If you have picked up such a big bargain, how will you pay it back in the future?

If it was in the past, Lu Li must have spent all his time on these issues, constantly thinking about it, and all kinds of conspiracy theories came to his mind.

But after all, people want to grow up. Since there is a problem, use it first to maximize profits. As for when to repay the debt, how to repay it, and in what form, we will talk about it later.

After all, there is no shortage of cannon fodder for big men. Only when they become stronger can they have the value of cooperation.

In a sudden change of thoughts, the Archbishop of Canterbury spoke again. He raised his arm and opened a fist, with a flaming light swaying on it.

"Sir, where did you learn your sacred arts? Did I teach the believers?" the Archbishop asked.

"Teach yourself."

"Not even a believer."

Lu Li thought for a while and felt that the description was inaccurate, so he added: "I once met a big man from your religion, and he talked to him in a dream, and later he had the ability to summon the Holy Light."

Detecting lies is a most basic divine art, even low-level clerics, not to mention the archbishop, once he uses this sacred art, no one in the world wants to hide it.

The bishops in the rear doubted Lu Li's statement. The so-called big man can only be the omniscient and almighty God. Is God willing to talk to a person who has no faith?

What a joke!

These humble servants worship God day and night, dedicate everything to Him, and exchange their piety for a little bit of divine power.

And the man in front of him is not a believer. Why did God give him power far beyond the world?

However, the lie detector technique showed that Lu Li did not lie, because once someone lied, the light group would turn from pure white to dark black.

White and bright!

Lu Li's words passed the identification.

The Archbishop did not question the above remarks. He believed in himself and the Holy Light that suddenly bloomed just now.

"Do you believe in other sects?"

There are many people who believe in the Lord. Aside from those ugly and twisted evil sects, there are still many branches. Everyone is conscientious and conscientious, playing the role of shepherds, persuading people to do good, but because on some issues, they cannot reach unity. Had to split up.

Under everyone's attention, Lu Li shook his head and said frankly, "I am a pragmatist. If I have to find a belief, it is strength."

It would be foolish to pretend to be a clergyman in front of a group of biblical bishops, because his knowledge of Christ is limited to a few short stories, such as:

Moses parted the sea.

And it is not the original text, but a vernacular story translated into modern language.

The light used in the lie detector is still white.

Lu Li passed the verification again, and several bishops with radical personalities were reluctant to accept it. They felt extremely absurd.

However, no one can deceive the Archbishop of Canterbury, unless he has the spiritual power of incomparable perseverance to offset the power of detecting lies.

Who in the world can do this?

Because of this, dissatisfaction was flowing in some people, but as the Archbishop looked over, those negative emotions were all cut off.

No one will reject a man who can unleash holy magic at will, even if he has no faith at all.

In addition, these powers come from the Lord, and no one can steal divine power without permission.

After thinking about this, the eyes of the radical bishops became friendly. They regarded Lu Li as auspicious and came to spread the will of independence.

Don't understand the scriptures? It doesn't matter, anyway, these can be made up through acquired learning.

"Your Excellency, do you need to perform any ceremony to release Holy Light? It can be done at the same level as just now, but you have to prepare a lot of things in advance."

Since Lu Li was not a member of the church and did not believe in God, the Archbishop of Canterbury did not use any internal title to address him, but only used "Your Excellency" to show respect.

"You don't need a ceremony, just recite a paragraph of text casually." Lu Li told the truth.

The white light group became the best assist tool, and no one questioned the authenticity of Lu Li's words. Because of this, it was surprising and unbelievable, and the bishops were in awe of the unknown.

No need to prepare, you can unleash a terrifying holy technique with just a few words...

Even if the exact time of Ling Chao's return is calculated, the archbishop who can glimpse a corner of the future feels that the world is getting crazier.

In order to increase his persuasion, Lu Li decided to give this group of bishops an impromptu performance in person.

Frankly speaking, there has never been such a paradoxical scene in the world. A group of bishop-level bigwigs surrounds an oriental person who does not understand any scriptures to find out the truth.

"Can you tell me a few paragraphs of magic that your sect uses to expel evil and protect justice?"

Lu Li smiled.

Using his own advantages to prostitute all kinds of magic spells, it is simply perfect.

And the Archbishop of Canterbury doesn't mind being prostituted for free. He is very much looking forward to what surprises this young man will bring to him.

So he began to dictate, because there was no divine power attached, so no visions appeared, he simply taught spells, like a tutor teaching a babbling child to speak.

"This is a sacred art recorded in the Book of Psalms, which can bring wealth, luck, and temporary and powerful protection to oneself."

"Thouhastbeenashelterforme, andstrongtowerfromtheenemy.

IwillabideinThytabernacleforever, IwilltrustinthecovertofThywings.

(You are my sanctuary, my solid tower against foreign enemies. I will live under your chapel reverently, forever believing in the hidden power of your wings.

Even if Lu Li passed the polygraph test, the stakes were very important, and the Archbishop of Canterbury had to rule out the 1 in 10,000,000 probability that might exist.

After teaching a spell, he didn't stop and continued: "Nowadays, all kinds of strange beings living in people's hearts appear one after another, and they like to dormant in the dark night..."

And Lu Li listened carefully.

Make bricks without straw.

With the help of the mysterious power, he can follow the law, but he has to know how to open it, right?

Just like the first sacred art mastered by Lu Li, it can calm people and restore trauma. If it is not used accidentally, he has no idea what the specific effect is.

It was even more so just now. If he knew that such a big movement would be caused, it would be impossible for Lu Li to release it at will.

Although the first group was attracted by a group of high-level clergy, there must be dark creatures eyeing here.

After all, there are only a few weak chickens that can be tortured and killed at will, and the main theme of the exam has never changed:

Trembling, struggling, dying.

Of course, the soldiers come to block the water and the soil, and the most important thing at the moment is the magic trick.

"So, when walking in the dark and encountering an attack by strange creatures, you can use the strongest shield to resist. If the surrounding mountains are vertical and horizontal, the blessings obtained will be even stronger."

The old man did not hide his secrets and said directly:

"The spell is: I set my sights on the distant mountains, and the power to help me will come from the mountains."

When the words were over, the contemporary Archbishop of Canterbury glanced at the unfortunate coachman lying on the ground in ragged clothes, pushed on the tortoiseshell glasses, and said in a deep voice:

"If you want to save the cursed person, you don't need to use that kind of grand magic."

"Of course, it may not cost you much physical strength for you."

Having said this, the old man shook his head. As the bishop with the most believers in the world, and the most devout servant of the Lord, he didn't have those thoughts of comparison, he just wanted to be a teacher, just a reminder.

"You say."

Too many skills without overpowering oneself, can one more skill for free, is it not fragrant?

Therefore, Lu Li humbly asked the Archbishop for advice.

"Put your hand on the chest of the one in need, and chant: My lord, lift up your shield for me, and drive away the pain from my mind with my glory."

"If you don't do this and just recite the mantra, the chant will receive positive blessings."

A collection of psalms serves many purposes, helping to wash away sins, making people successful in business, helping babies come safely to the world, and protecting oneself and others from evil.

But the archbishop was reluctant to teach for the time being. He felt that three divine spells were enough. When Lu Li was able to perform them smoothly, he would talk about the follow-up.

Seeing this, Lu Li didn't bother.

"I set my sights on the mountains in the distance, and the power to help me will come from the mountains."

A low groan sounded.

Lu Li read out the shortest sentence, and in an instant, the white holy flame enveloped him, like a pet that pleases its owner, jumping up and down, showing full vitality.

Did it work?

Someone shouted wildly in their hearts, not because the bishop lacked determination and had too little knowledge. In fact, it was precisely because he knew a lot that he was shocked by Lu Li's understatement.

According to the procedure, when reciting this collection of psalms, one must turn his eyes to a place with mountains in the distance, and Lu Li looked at the archbishop—

He has a childish face, a smooth face, and has nothing to do with the vertical and horizontal ravines.

The most important thing is that Lu Li said it without emotion, and this completely subverted cognition!

The choir, a singing fellowship dedicated to the praise of God, uses their singing to borrow divine power, and so do the bishops.

Only Lu Li, an outlier, can release the technique to this level with just a few words:

At this moment, several bishops who were close to each other couldn't bear the burning of the holy flame and raised their protective shields.

"Your Excellency has not received systematic learning, but it is a miracle that you can release sacred arts to this level."

The Archbishop of Canterbury packed his mind and praised. After witnessing the whole process, he felt that there was no need to release the remaining two divine spells. Doing so was a waste of precious time.

"Would you like to go to St. Paul's Cathedral? There is the most complete scripture in the world, recording countless sacred arts..."

"I believe that after a period of self-study at UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you will definitely gain something and master powerful magical techniques that even I have never heard of."

According to Lu Li's previous statement, he is a person who pursues power. Therefore, the Archbishop of Canterbury prescribes the right medicine, hoping that through this method, he can slowly get closer to himself.

It's a pity that Lu Li, who had just acquired a brand new power, immediately became active. He immediately thought of Officer Wensley, Miss Meacham, and the disappearing corner cafe.

Gotta find a way to get it back.

So, Lu Li informed the Archbishop of Canterbury about his experience. Isn't this kind old man a ready-made tool?

Being old, knowing a lot, and having a high status, he must know the secrets that ordinary people have never heard of.

Frankly speaking, Lu Li planned to check on Wensley's situation before there was any problem with Jack the coachman. If he really needed rescue, he would ask Sherlock Holmes. The other party was very knowledgeable and should be able to help—

Without Pan Ming's participation, there is a high probability that Holmes would not refuse to cooperate with the investigation.