Chapter 292 Did you agree to come to visit?

Chapter 292 Did you agree to come to visit?

“I’ve heard about the monk for a long time, and I’m honored to meet you today.” Holding his crutches, Horn walked out from behind the desk and shook Martin’s hand firmly, “Please sit down.”

Martin looked down at his hands blankly, and Jeanne on the side smiled and explained: "It's our newly invented handshake ceremony. You don't have to kowtow to anyone."

"So that's it." Martin, on the other hand, Without any restraint, I just pulled up a cushioned seat and sat down directly.

“Brother Martin came alone?”

Sissi's eyes widened as she just entered the door: "Am I not a human being? Am I a human being?"

Horn turned his face to look at Martin, pointed at Sissi, and the three of them laughed together Laugh.

“I didn’t come alone. In addition to Mr. Sissi, I also brought four companions, all of whom are pious and knowledgeable young monks from our Juano sect.”

“Then That's great." Horn pointed to the chair next to him and motioned for Sissi and others to sit down.

"Did Brother Martin come directly from Kasha County?" Horn winked, and a little maid struggled to carry a big kettle and poured a full glass of water for Martin.

It is really full of a glass of water, forming a convex surface above the cup surface.

Martin, who originally stretched out his hand to get some water, slowly retracted his hand: "No, I went to Rapid City first and visited Lady Catherine before taking the land route to reach Fort Joan of Arc."

"It is possible to reach Fort Joan of Arc from Cashier County without passing through Rapid City, right?"

Martin was a little confused by Horn's question: "There are two major roads, one from Rapid City and the other from Rapid City." If you want to walk through the Ibe Plain, there will be many routes, but there will also be many bandits."

"These bandits are all grasshoppers after the autumn, and they will be almost finished by our people. When they get hurt, it’s the day they see the Holy Lord.”

Horn's voice was understated, but Martin seemed to hear the sound of the sword blade rubbing.

The famous saying Juanno once told him suddenly appeared in Martin's mind, that suffering nations often produce heroes in large numbers.

Qianhe River Valley has now reached an era of heroes emerging in large numbers.

From south to north, no matter it is Catherine, Meliati, or Warren Taylor, who is famous in Hotam County, and Horn, who is stationed in Fort Joan of Arc, no one is easy to mess with. host.

"How long will Mr. Martin plan to stay at Fort Joan of Arc?"

"About a week." Martin thought for a moment and took out a copy of "Holy Word of Salvation" from his bag. "It just happens to be a friendly exchange between the Holy Father Order and our Juannos."

“I think the views of the Juanoists and our Order of the Holy Father are actually similar. You have people but no land, I have land but no one.

You also know how powerful our enemies are, Rather than being scattered, combining them is a better choice, what do you think?"

Martin shook his head with a wry smile: "I am just an unknown little monk, how can I interfere with the dean's decision? What?”

“What do you think personally?”

"Such a complex problem is beyond the scope of my thinking." Martin thought for a while and added, "If this is the case, then I am also willing to cooperate in depth."

"Let's do it. How about you apply with the dean and send some monks to study with us, and we will also send a group of monks to study with you?" Seeing Martin's hesitation, Horn said with a smile, "I'm not asking you for scholars. Give me a scholar, but I don’t have much use for it. What I want is a low-level monk who can write and read and has good conduct.”

“If that’s the case, I can give it a try,” Martin said. Here, he felt that the topic was getting more and more skewed, and he quickly corrected it, "Your Majesty Horn, in fact, I came to Castle Joan mainly for the content of "The Holy Way of Salvation"..."
< br>Horn stopped rambling, and actually accompanied Martin to debate the scriptures.

Although Saint Sun Tzu had no education at first, he later studied and studied every day even during the long and hard-working journey.

Although he is not at the theological level of Martin, if he really wants to talk about it, with his knowledge and logical thinking ability in his previous life, it is not a problem to draw a tie with Martin.

So during the process of debating scriptures, Martin discovered that Horne’s comments on the scriptures were sometimes vague, but he could always get to the point of the problem.

Then he always interprets the scriptures from a new angle. His reasoning is not problematic at all, but his conclusions are very strange. Martin can't find a flaw.

What surprised Martin the most was the theoretical system of the Order of the Holy Father.

He originally thought it was an illogical system full of conjecture and emotion.

But after talking with each other, I found that although this system called "natural theology" is crude, it is more rigorous and logical than the current theological system. Horn's explanation for this is: "On Qiumu Island, there is a large library left from the ancient Ayr period. Our theological system is based on that era."

Martin suddenly realized that this made sense, after all, knowledge cannot appear out of thin air.

Compared with the distorted theological system that has been passed down for thousands of years, the more rigorous and cautious logic of the Gu-El period is obviously more in line with the style of this theological system.

"Is this great library open to outsiders?" Martin asked with a hint of hope.

Horn immediately took out a piece of paper: "I can write you an admission ticket..."

"Thank you so much..."

"...but I may need you to do me a little favor." A bright smile appeared on Horn's face, "After all, you are going to stay at Fort Joan of Arc for a week."

Sit up straight, Martin. He said calmly: "I am willing to pay the price for knowledge."

"Don't be nervous." He reached out from behind the table and patted Martin's arm. Horn handed over a bound copy of "Holy Word of Salvation" Gave it to Martin.

Martin took the simplified booklet but added a lot of unnecessary annotations. After flipping through two pages, he suddenly realized: "Is this a manual for beginner monks to study?"

"Yes." After raising the blinds, Horn let the light of the setting sun shine in, illuminating the ink bottle on the table into the dusk.

“My monks are out preaching to the villagers about our worship of the Holy Father and presiding over the distribution of fields, and they have fallen behind a lot in the training of new monks.”

“You want me to do this. Something?" Martin was blinded by the setting sun, "But I am not a monk from the Holy Father Order."

"You are the second author of this book, "Holy Path of Salvation." The ideas are similar, so why not?”

With his hands folded on the table, the expression on Horn's face was distorted for some reason:

"I just want you and your companions to serve as an advisory group to help us quickly train priests. I will send you weekly The salary is 15 dinars."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, but this is what I should do, and you don't need to pay me."

"I can't. No, this is a matter of the credibility of the Salvation Army Government. How to deal with it is your own business.”

After writing the note for library admission, Martin carefully accepted it and put it in his bag.

Horn tidied up the things on the table: "This conversation lasted until the evening, and time flew by so fast.

Well, let me tell you the specific work content of the advisory group, and then go Eat... don't worry, it's just a small job."

Taking out a hard board and a piece of hemp paper from his pocket, Martin licked the tip of the quill: "Please tell me."

“After capturing several monasteries, I have nearly a thousand monks, noble servants and scribes who are literate but not necessarily trustworthy.

They are all now in the Holy Trinity Education Team He carried out labor reform, helped the villagers cultivate the land during the day, and studied the "Holy Way of Salvation" by himself at night

Three weeks later, we will conduct an assessment on those low-level monks who are not guilty, have a good reputation, and have good performance. The content of the assessment will be the "Sacred Way of Salvation".

I would like to invite several of your companions to serve as chanters and teach these monks and priests a lesson every day, so that they can sincerely believe in our thoughts.

We currently have more than 40 senior monks in the Holy Father Society, and their understanding of the "Holy Word of Salvation" is in place.

However, most of the more than 50 new monks who passed the inspection and recommendation were originally laborers.

They have worked in a monastery and although they are literate, they do not know much about theology. I hope you will give a lesson every day to help them understand.

Oh, yes, and..."

Looking at Horn who was talking endlessly, Martin's writing pen subconsciously stopped. He wrote down a full page, but Horn still didn't Finished.

Is this a small job?

Aren’t you here for a visit? And you agreed that you would only visit for a week. Why did you become a part-time job? Finished?

(End of this chapter)