Strange Sequence: Longevity from Guoshu

Chapter 84 Redemption
He walked into the room, took a step forward and stopped, leaving the door behind him open. He looked very tired from the standing posture, with a pair of gloomy eyes on his dusty face, revealing a rude, presumptuous, tired and violent look in his eyes. The setting sun outside the door shone on him, forming a black shadow on his front, like a devil.

Aunt Wang looked out from the kitchen and screamed in fright.

The priest watched the visitor calmly.

The man looked between the priest and Aunt Wang for a moment, and before they could speak, he said by himself.

"It's like this. I'm a worker at a construction site. I worked hard on the construction site and didn't get any money. Now I don't have any money with me, but I'm very hungry. Can you give me something to eat?"

"Aunt Wang," said the priest, "you are adding a pair of tableware."

The man took another step forward and came to the dining table, "I have walked a long way, can you let me sleep overnight? Do you have a utility room here?"

"Aunt Wang." The priest said, "Go to the master bedroom and put on white sheets later."

The man's originally cold face was a little moved. He didn't expect that the foreign old man in front of him could agree to such a rude request, and his Chinese was really fluent. There was doubt on his face, "Really? You don't dislike me?"

"I am the priest who lives here, sir, please sit down, we will have dinner in a while, and she will make your bed while you are eating."

Aunt Wang put the food on the table, she glanced at the father, the priest smiled and nodded to her, and then she put a set of tableware in front of the man.

"Go and make the bed for this gentleman. He is very tired and may be going to rest after dinner."

Aunt Wang couldn't go against the priest's wishes, so she went upstairs.

"Sir, sit on this side, it's warmer here." Every time the priest said the word sir, his voice was kind and serious.

"No need." The man's hardened heart also began to shake at this moment, and he unexpectedly gained the long-lost respect here.

"I am." The man opened his mouth at this moment, wanting to explain something, but the priest held his hand lightly, "You don't need to explain anything to me. This is not my home, but the residence of God. This door never asks the name of the person who enters, but asks if he is in pain. You are suffering now, cold and hungry. You are welcome here. Don't thank me, and don't say that I let you live in my house. Except for those who need shelter, this is not anyone's home. I don't need to know your name. Before you open your mouth, I will welcome you here. Already know!"

The man's eyes widened in surprise, "Do you know my name?"

"Yes." The priest said: "You are called 'my brother'."

The supper on the table was rich, a soup, a piece of roast lamb, some figs, cheese, and a loaf of bread.

"These are Western diets, I don't know if they suit you."

"Yes, yes!"

When Aunt Wang came down to take her seat, the priest's face suddenly brightened, with a cheerful and hospitable expression, "Let's eat quickly."

The priest first prayed according to the custom, and then he handed out the soup himself, and the man devoured it.

By the time the three of them had finished eating, the sky outside the window had already darkened.

The priest stood up, "Sir, I will take you to the room where you sleep."

The priest brought the man to the master bedroom, which was the room where he usually slept. There were almost no furnishings in it, except for the necessary bed, that is, there was a small statue of Jesus on the head of the bed. The simple notation was simply boring.

"Okay." The priest said: "You can have a good sleep here. Before you leave tomorrow, you can have a cup of hot milk."

"Thank you, Mr. Father." As soon as the man opened his mouth, he froze immediately. He made this strange move without even thinking about it, which was different from what he thought when he first entered the door.

He immediately put on a fierce expression, and said in a rough voice: "You are so relieved to let me sleep here, how do you know that I am not a murderer?"

The priest looked up at the ceiling. "That's the business of a merciful God."

With that said, he left.

The man was lying on a white and soft bed. In the past few days, he either slept in the bridge hole or on the hard wood boards at the construction site. The memory of the last time he lay on such a soft bed was so long that he couldn't remember it.

Soon, sleepiness struck, and the man fell into a deep sleep.

After sleeping until midnight, the man woke up. He stared blankly at the ceiling in the dark, which was where the priest had been staring before. "As I said, I no longer believe in God, God, or God!"

That's right, this man is Wang Qiang. He used to live in a place where the sun can shine, and he knew that the huge waves of fate hit him. Only then did he realize that the sunshine before was just an illusion created by the studio.

Since then, he has been living in the dark, suffering in the dark, hating in the dark, groping in the dark like a blind man.

He was treated ruthlessly by human society. In his eyes, the society always had a scowl that claimed to be righteous and scolded him endlessly.

He was naturally angry, and a rage rose in his heart, which was always burning, illuminating the abyss and gloomy prospect of his fate. Amidst the misery and horror, his heart died, and what was buried with him was his kindness and kindness, which he valued in the past.

Where is he in this dark night?Even he was at a loss.

Wang Qiang closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep again, but sleepiness was easy when it first came, and it was difficult when it came again. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and his thoughts were chaotic. Suddenly he thought of the gold and silver tableware that was placed in the cabinet in the living room before. It should be a gift from believers accepted by the priest.

Those few gold and silver tableware trapped his thoughts, and the things were placed there, as if unlocked, only a few steps away from himself.
His thoughts were fluctuating, hesitating, and struggling until dawn. When the clock struck six o'clock in the morning, Wang Qiang opened his eyes and made a decision in his heart. He got out of bed, picked up his shoes, and crept into the living room. He came to the place where the gold and silver tableware was placed. He raised his hand to open it. Sure enough, it was unlocked.

He quickly opened the door, put on his shoes outside, and left quickly.

The sun came out, and Father Noah was reading in the small courtyard behind the house as usual, when Aunt Wang ran over in panic.

"Father, do you know where the gold and silver tableware in the living room has gone?"

"Know!"

"That's great, I thought I lost them, where did you put them?"

"I get them into the hands of people who need them."

"What? You mean, that person stole our gold and silver tableware?" Aunt Wang has been with the priest for several years, and she can already hear the meaning from his words.

The priest was sad for a while, and looked at Aunt Wang seriously, "First of all, are those tableware ours?"

Aunt Wang was at a loss for words for a while, and the priest continued: "We shouldn't have occupied those tableware for so long. It was originally the property of the poor. Now, it's normal for it to return to the hands of the poor?"

Aunt Wang lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders, "Whatever you say, so be it."

Aunt Wang returned to the room, still muttering something, at this moment, the door rang, and someone knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened, and a group of angry old men and women came in, grabbing a person from all directions, and that person was Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang came out from the priest, and just walked one street, when he was seen by the believers doing morning exercises in the apartment. In the early morning, when they saw such a ragged man, everyone would take a second look. Some sharp-eyed people saw the corners of the gold and silver tableware hidden in Wang Qiang's clothes.

Immediately there was a yell, and the crowd stepped forward to encircle Wang Qiang, and they discussed calling the police. Later, they thought, it is better to go to the priest first and hand it over to him.

Wang Qiang did not expect to come back here again so soon, and the priest also heard the movement. Wang Qiang lowered his head, not daring to look at the priest.

"Father, this man stole your gold and silver tableware and was caught by us. Do you want to call the police?"

The priest walked over quickly, "Oh! It's you!" He said loudly, "I'm glad to see you again. You forgot one of the gold and silver tableware I gave you, and it's here." He walked to the cabinet and took out the silver plate that Wang Qiang didn't take because the position was too low.

"These should be able to sell for a lot of money, which should be enough for you to live well." The priest enthusiastically stuffed the silver plate into Wang Qiang's hand.

The priest said to the surrounding believers: "This is a misunderstanding, let him go quickly, I gave it to this gentleman."

"Misunderstanding, hey, look at this incident."

"You go out first, I will talk to this gentleman again."

Everyone saw the priest speak, and they all left.

Wang Qiang's limbs trembled, and he looked at the priest in a daze, without saying a word.

"My friend, I gave these to you. You can sell them at ease. You are welcome here at any time. The door is not locked, and you can come in just by pushing the door."

Wang Qiang's face was pale at this moment, as if he was about to faint at any moment. The priest walked up to him and said softly, "Don't forget, don't forget the promise you made to me. You use this money to be a kind person!"

Wang Qiang was dumbfounded, he didn't remember making any promises to the priest at all, the priest emphasized his tone and said seriously.

"My brother, Wang Qiang, from now on, you no longer belong to the evil side. I bought your soul from Satan with these utensils. I redeemed your soul from evil and gave it to God. From now on, be an upright and kind person!"

Wang Qiang went out as if he was fleeing, hurriedly walking, panicking, his indifferent eyes were faintly reddened at this time, with tears rippling inside, and a voice came from his ears, "Sequence is on, sequence is detected: lv9 progressor, promotion ceremony: soul salvation (completed), supernatural power awakening: self-improvement (1): the effect of physical exercise is doubled, and the upper limit of the body is increased."

At this moment, Wang Qiang was in a state of confusion, his brain was buzzing, and he completely ignored the voice in his ears, until a black figure sprang out from the side of the road and pulled him back.

"Old Wang, are you okay?" The person who came was Meng Changlin. He was looking for Wang Qiang before and saw Wang Qiang entering a house. Meng Changlin thought that Wang Qiang was going to do something cruel, so he waited outside. Who would have thought that he went in, but he woke up the next morning and saw him rushing out. Just as Meng Changlin was about to go up to say hello, he was snatched back by those elders and aunts.

It was only now that Meng Changlin knew that Wang Qiang had stolen something, and he was in a bad mood. Who would have thought that Wang Qiang would come out intact after a while, which made him confused.

Meng Changlin's voice pulled Wang Qiang out of the trance. Meng Changlin looked at Wang Qiang in surprise, "Are you crying?" He never imagined that he could see tears on Wang Qiang's face.

Wang Qiang wiped his eyes and said, "Why did you come to find me? I'm a fugitive, so aren't you afraid of hurting you?"

Meng Changlin smiled awkwardly: "I'm already like this, so what's there to be afraid of? When I came to you, I thought it would be too miserable to live alone, and we could talk together with each other."

"Now I finally know what I'm going to do. This thing is very dangerous and may kill me. Do you want to join?"

"I don't know if I'm afraid of death. Anyway, I feel that life is worse than death now." Meng Changlin laughed.

Wang Qiang nodded and stretched out his hand. Seeing this, Meng Changlin also showed his own hand, holding both hands together with force.

"Then let's see what tricks we can come up with!"

Wang Qiang looked at the sequence of text in front of him, and felt amazed in his heart. After reading it, he said softly, "Let this world tremble in red rage!"

The strings of fate were plucked. Wang Qiang was always in the tide of fate before, passively resigned. Now, he also wants to see if fate is really destined and cannot be changed. This time, he actively made a choice on the road of life. He wants to walk a difficult road full of thorns and shattering people's bones, but this can no longer scare Wang Qiang at this time.

(End of this chapter)