100 million walk alone

Chapter 375: Cultural Export to Angels

"what are you doing?"

Hearing this, Tang Ya's heart skipped a beat.

She has worked at Amerik for more than half a year, and of course she can understand American and foreign languages.

Tang Ya remembered a legend: Deep in the Rocky Mountains, there are ascetic monks from the Holy See whose strength is unfathomable.

The person who told her about this legend was a well-known master in Los Angeles.

The legend came true. With her current level of Zidan Zhenren, she was completely unable to crack the opponent's Dan domain. Even with a bra, she could imagine that the crooked nut missionary was a master, master, master.

At this moment, Tang Ya was worried not about herself, but about Pei Yin.

After all, she comes from a family of cultivators, and she has long understood a rule: monks who want to communicate internationally must follow the regular procedures and apply for a tourist visa or a work visa.

For example, Tang Ya has a visa in hand and is not afraid of problems.

But for Pei Zhenren, the situation is different.

The International Convention on Cultivation is very clear: monks who enter the country without a visa are regarded as spies for the enemy.

When it comes to the level of spies, you will be killed or crippled at your own risk.

The trip to Peiyin Rocky Mountains came in a hurry, obviously without a visa.

To put it bluntly, he is a stowaway. Once he is targeted by a foreign monk, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, Mr. Pei has also experienced strong winds and waves, and he is not panicked at all.

You know, Pei Zhenren has a heart for cultural export.

I think that after practicing so much oral English, I finally have a place to put it to use.

Then Pei Zhenren spoke, speaking fluently in foreign language: "Buy my mother-in-law Li Lei for one day."

After saying that, he pointed at Tang Ya: "I will buy a foreign wife every day, Han Meimei."

Then he looked at the missionary eagerly: "Am I Deyou?"

The missionary actually answered seriously: "Michael."

Pei Zhenren's backhand is a set of rainbow farts: "Mother Gude, if you beat Michael Jordan, I will beat Michael Jackson."

Hearing this, Tang Ya felt like dying.

Brother, can you please stop flattering me?
This is Tang Ya's true thoughts, and she can't wait to catch up with Pei Yin.

After all, Pei Zhenren has never exported culture to Europe and the United States. He only understands words and does not understand context.

Tang Ya understood the context of this moment and felt very anxious.

Generally speaking, foreigners introduce themselves by their first and last names, such as Tom Hanks or something like that.

The missionary Michael in front of me only had his first name, not his last name.

This is unreasonable, as clergy usually introduce themselves by their last name.

If you don’t say your last name, you are very confident, and you are very good at playing, then there is only one possibility...

"do not want!"

"Not him!"

"Don't be him!"

There was a trembling voice in Tang Ya's heart, and she had a very bad idea.

The name Michael, originally written as Michael, represents the legendary archangel Michael in the West!

Michael is also pronounced as Michael, spelled as Micha'el in Hebrew, and Michael or Míchal in Latin.

The name Michael means "like God". It is the name of an angel mentioned in the Bible, the guardian of the Garden of Eden appointed by God, and the only spirit mentioned with the title of archangel.According to the Bible, during the seven-day war with Satan, Michael fought hard to maintain God's dominance, fought against God's opponents, and finally defeated him.

In Western papal paintings and sculptures, Michael often has long blond hair and holds a red cross (or a red cross-shaped sword) fighting the dragon. The dragon in the picture is Satan.

The reason why Tang Ya had such bad thoughts at this moment was because the missionary named Michael had blond hair that could not be dyed and was holding a red cross in his hand!

Girls are very sensitive when it comes to hairstyles. The more she looked at Michael's blond hair, the more Tang Ya felt afraid.

There is also a huge difference between the red cross and the silver cross hanging on the chest of ordinary missionaries.

Faced with such a terrifying existence, Master Pei actually dared to export culture. Sister Jingru couldn't give him such courage.

In fact, Mr. Pei was quite aggrieved. He had seen many foreigners from the East, but as for the foreigners from the West, this was the first one he had encountered in his lifetime.

He just wanted to show off his spoken English and enhance international friendship, but he didn't know it had such complicated connotations.

Tang Ya did not allow Mr. Pei to show off anymore, and said in fluent spoken English: "I'm sorry, my husband just came to America for a trip. He is not good at speaking. We will leave now without disturbing you."

"Visa." Michael said one word expressionlessly, more like giving an order.

Tang Ya had a saying in her mind that was unreasonable, but she didn't know whether to say it or not.

She had a visa in her bag. The problem was that Pei Zhenren had just said that she was "Han Meimei". Showing her visa again would be like shooting herself in the foot.

"I'm sorry, we are going out for a hike this time, and our visas are in the hotel at the foot of the mountain." Tang Ya said bravely.

"Why are you bringing a corpse on a hike?" Michael hit the nail on the head and looked at Tang Wanshan lying on the ground.

Tang Ya's eyes darkened. She approached Pei Yin and spoke in Tianfu dialect: "We can't afford to offend this guy. He is probably the Archangel Michael. I have a visa. You can find an opportunity and leave first."

Pei Yin was secretly frightened. He had played a lot of card games when he was hospitalized. One of the magic games included Michael and Gabriel, and the Michael in it was very powerful.

The blond man in front of me shouldn't be as aggressive as in the game, right?

The answer is: yes!
Michael obviously understood the Tianfu dialect that most foreigners couldn't understand. He showed off his standard Tang Guofong hair: "So you are from the Tang Dynasty."

After a pause, his accent changed to the Tianfu dialect: "I know a little bit about the gossip, and Basi is very good at it."

Tang Ya's eyes went dark again, and her spine felt chilly.

At this time, it was necessary for Pei Zhenren to take action. He told a sad story: "Uncle, the situation is like this. The deceased was her grandfather. The breakthrough in Rocky Mountain failed and the soul fell. We are here this time to save the old man. Take the body back for burial, please make it convenient for me."

Michael spread his hands expressionlessly: "Visa."

"It's in the hotel. Why don't you come back to the hotel with us to get it." Pei Yin thought crazily and wanted to get rid of the church pill field in front of him first.

"Then you don't have to go back."

Michael said, raising the red cross in his hand.

The length was about the same as a cross with chopsticks, and two red lights burst out.

An incredible scene appeared. There were two large crosses in the church. Pei Yin and Tang Ya were hung on them respectively. Their bodies were locked in the shape of a "cross" by the red light.

Michael didn't even look at the struggling Pei Yin, his eyes fell on Tang Ya: "That thing doesn't belong to you, hand it over."

Tang Ya was confused: "What?"

Michael said, "The box."

Tang Ya's heart felt cold. The other party even knew her magic weapon. She refused to admit it: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"No, you know."

Michael still had an expressionless poker face: "What you don't know is that the box you get will bring disaster to the world."

Tang Ya was in disbelief: "What box has such great magic power?"

Michael finally had a slight fluctuation in his expression: "Pandora's Box."

(End of this chapter)