Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 433 Saint Barlan, a man of both virtue and art 4k+
"oh oh……"

"understand."

In the corridor, Liu Yonglu explained what a silk banner was, while the two religious scholars, one fat and one thin, nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, the size and specifications are like this, can you make it?"

Liu Yonglu leaned against the fence and looked out the window. Outside the window, Xiaohu and Ling'er were sitting on a small hill. Ling'er was talking to Xiaohu non-stop, while Xiaohu was looking down at his toes, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Yes, it can be done. This thing was originally called a silk banner. In fact, it is also recorded in some books left in the church."

"It's just that the material regulations are slightly different from what you said, Saint Barlan. As far as we know, more than 500 years ago, some monasteries would embroider the names of saints on the ribbons."

"Then, Saint Barlan, what should be written on the banner? After all, most of these books are the daily records of the bishops at that time. Many of them have been lost, and the names of the saints are different. We are worried that there will be some mistakes in the words and misunderstand the saint's decree."

Liu Yonglu turned his head and looked at the two flatterers in front of him. The Holy See really produces talented people.

"The leader of the civil officials in the world, the teacher of every emperor, the chief escort of the seven southern and sixty-three northern provinces!
A flick of his head shook the world, a fish-scale purple-gold sword traversed the world, and the center of the Yangtze River was 800 miles long!"

After Liu Yonglu finished speaking, the two people in front of him were stunned. The thin man blinked for a long time before asking:
“Is this a saint?”

“This is Seungyoung.”

"The Holy Child? But... Mr. Saint Baran, your word is too long, which is a little bit against the rules."

“Are there any rules for this thing?”

How interesting! It turns out there are some rules for hanging banners at the Holy See.

"There are rules. Things like the ones you mentioned usually have the names of saints written on them. For example, St. Bois is the patron saint of preaching, St. Francis is the patron saint of parish priests, and St. Albert is the patron saint of confession..."

"Usually... that's what's written on the banner. The title you just mentioned is... too long."

"Oh... there is another story."

The fat and thin religious scholars rubbed their hands and looked at Liu Yonglu flatteringly. They were lucky to be able to work for Saint Barlax today. They had already thought about it. After the banner was made, they planned to embroider their names at the bottom and inconspicuous position on the back of the banner.

A hundred years later, your name will be recorded in history!

"Then I will... the patron saint of virtue and art... Saint Barlaam. Is that okay with you?"

"Okay, I think it's a good title, what do you think?"

"That's very appropriate! This sentence is the most appropriate to describe Saint Barlan, who is both virtuous and talented. It goes without saying that you are a man of noble character, compassion and kindness.

Today, on Candlemas Day, you debated doctrine with a heretic. You silenced your opponent with a few words, and then descended from the sky with the holy relics of the Saint. The heretic's forbidden spells seemed like child's play to you.

Reasonable, too reasonable! You are the right patron for both virtue and art!"

The fat man and the thin man quoted classics, spitting everywhere, and couldn't stop singing praises.

These two were missing when we were resisting the thugs just now. Some of the large libraries of the Holy Maiden Sect have sliding rails on the floor. The bookcases can be separated or brought together by shaking the handles on the side. After seeing the thugs rushing in, these two people came up with some ideas.

The fat man hid inside first, while the thin man shook the handle outside, and when the bookcase was about to close, the thin man squeezed in.

The two men hid in the mezzanine and shivered, and did not come out until they heard the voices of other believers outside. They did not expect that just when they were planning how to flatter Saint Barlax in the corridor, they would encounter such a huge fortune.

"Then, Your Excellency Saint Baran, we will arrange the banner right away. Don't worry, wherever the gospel is spread, your banner..."

Seeing that the flatterer was getting excited again, Liu Yonglu waved his hand, took out a pack of Yuzhou brand cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then gave way to the fat and thin man in front of him.

The two were stunned at first, then looked at each other, and finally couldn't resist the temptation and took the cigarette with both hands. They were reluctant to smoke it and put it carefully in their pockets.

Liu Yonglu ignored the two of them and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"Huh... I have something else to ask you two. Our Candlemas Festival will be over today, okay?"

"Ah, yes. Candlemas is the day when the holy war ended a thousand years ago. The saint prayed for the believers who sacrificed their lives. It will be over when the holy candles go out tomorrow morning..."

"I feel like... it's not over yet."

Liu Yonglu shook his head. The fat man and the thin man were puzzled. Candlemas have been celebrated like this for hundreds of years. What does "never ending" mean?

"I think... no, it was the old Saint Lady who mentioned it to me before.

It is true that Candlemas is celebrated well every year, but there is only one flaw: it is too short.

Think about it yourself. The Holy See, from top to bottom, the three elders and four youngsters are busy, and it will take at least two months to prepare. "

In fact, the two religious scholars did not understand what Liu Yonglu said at all, but they did not dare to show their weakness in front of Saint Balaam, so they could only nod and agree vaguely.

"So much money was spent, so much time wasted, and it only took one day to finish. What a waste!"

Liu Yonglu counted on his fingers and guided them step by step.

"Saint Baran, what do you mean..."

"Do more! Do it for a week! Stretch it out over a few days, and turn it from a one-day festival into a week-long celebration. That's what the old Saint wants anyway.

Let me get into the details... you guys can study it on yourselves."

The fat man and the thin man thought about it and thought, "One week? I've never heard of this before, but... this is what Saint Balaam said, and Saint Balaam brought out the saint, so it would be unreasonable if we don't give him face.

Besides, it's just changing it from one day to one week. It won't affect anything anyway. Let's not refuse a toast and just back off from the situation.

"The saint's compassion shines upon the earth. She is very thoughtful! Extending the Candlemas to a week is a rare blessing for both the believers of the Western Continent and the shepherds of the Holy See.

Believers will have more time to understand the compassion and love of the saint, and we can also wholeheartedly praise the great holy war that took place thousands of years ago.

That’s a great idea of ​​yours!”

"Well, since it lasts for a week, how are we going to celebrate tomorrow? Should we follow the old rules set by the Saint Lady?"

Liu Yonglu's true colors are revealed, he is waiting here.

"Old rule? What old rule?"

“We will still celebrate Candlemas according to the traditional tradition, I don’t mind that.

But starting tomorrow, you must eat the right things every day."

"So, what shall we eat tomorrow?" "Eat... Holy wafer! Holy wafer rolls with vegetables and some scrambled eggs, and we'll eat it!"

Liu Yonglu explained with great enthusiasm how to make the pancake, how big it should be, what the side dishes were, how to fry them, and he arranged every detail.

The two religious scholars nodded frequently as they listened.

They have been very particular about life for most of their lives. As devout believers of the saint, they are particular about what to wear and eat every day, what time to go to bed and get up, what to say to whom, and even which foot to step out first when leaving the house.

There is no way. This is the meaning of their existence. If these rules and regulations are denied, they, the religious scholars, will be useless.

So Liu Yonglu was happy when he spoke, and they were also happy when they heard it.

As Liu Yonglu was talking, the two of them started to ponder in their minds what the story was about the cake that Saint Balaam had told them to have, what the particularities of scrambled eggs were, and what evidence they could find from the saint's fables and myths. The two of them figured it all out.

"Okay, okay, we have also listened to the essence of Saint Barlaan's teachings today, and we have benefited a lot from it."

Liu Yonglu almost laughed out loud, it was the first time he heard that scrambled eggs could be cooked to perfection.

"Then, Monsignor Saint Baran, we understand what we will eat tomorrow, but what about the day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow... drink soup! Hey! The saint led everyone to preach and fight holy wars. It was not easy. Supplies were scarce and there was no food in our stomachs, so we could only drink soup."

"Soup? Is that cream of mushroom soup? Or tomato and bean soup?"

"Hey! This won't do. It's too sweet and not filling. I'll have to drink... hot and sour soup the day after tomorrow! Yes, hot and sour soup! How to make it..."

Just now they were talking about the silk banner, and the decision was made in a few words. Now they were talking about food, and Liu Yonglu talked for a full hour with his hands on his hips.

"Okay, that's it. I'll let the archbishop know later. You two have worked so hard these past two days and have kept a close eye on this matter.

There is no rush for the banner, we can finish it slowly later."

Liu Yonglu turned around and went out. When he walked to the square in the courtyard again, most of the people who had come to redeem their prizes had already walked away happily. On the way, they passed by the common people of Victoria. All Liu Yonglu heard were voices of praise.

"Your Excellency Saint Baran, the Archbishop has gone to visit the wounded, and Miss Millie Tang has gone to the Great Library."

Bishop Campion was left at the scene, still trying hard to arrange the work at hand, while several acquaintances had already left.

"Where's Nicholas?"

"Don't worry about that. Bishop Kosander has specially allocated a few rooms for Mr. Nicholas to stay. He should be accompanying Alva now."

Liu Yonglu nodded. Persuading Nicholas to come to the Holy See for medical treatment was actually a temporary measure for Liu Yonglu. He was well aware of Alva's condition. The old saint was in trouble recently and probably had no time to diagnose him. Besides, Liu Yonglu had no idea whether she had the ability to do so.

Millie Tang knew what he was thinking, so after Liu Yonglu left, Millie Tang secretly told Archbishop Kosander about it.

Who was Archbishop Kosander? Having been a cardinal for so many years, he was worldly-wise, and his smooth combination of punches immediately gave Nicholas a reassurance.

What he said was similar to the business philosophy of gold trading, blocking both ends. The archbishop told Nicholas that the reason why Alva was unconscious now was because he had committed a serious mistake before.

Normally, he should have died countless times, but the saint allowed him to sleep because of his timely repentance and his contribution in helping Saint Balaam.

Don't be anxious. Stay in the Holy See first. After you and Saint Barlaine finish the things at hand, think of a way to pray in front of the statue of the Saint to see if there is any improvement.

Nicholas had been suffering from a mental illness to begin with, and he felt much better after hearing Archbishop Kosander's advice. He hurriedly asked if there was any help he could do with the reconstruction of the Holy See. Kosander laughed and quickly invited him back.

"Okay, the Archbishop is still as skilled as ever, and his wise wife also deserves credit."

Liu Yonglu briefly talked to Bishop Campion about the postponement of Candlemas Day and then went back to the house to rest. He was exhausted from the day and it was dark when he opened his eyes again. Fortunately, Milly Tang had left some food for him. Liu Yonglu quickly ate a few bites and then lay down and fainted.

The next day, he woke up early and found Xiaohu already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you getting up so early? You should sleep more because you are feeling sleepy."

Liu Yonglu rubbed his eyes and felt Xiaohu poking his shoulder with his finger as if he wanted to say something.

"Hey, wait for me to rinse my mouth. Let's go to the kitchen to see if there's anything to eat. We can talk while we eat."

Liu Yonglu rubbed the child's head, washed up and took Xiaohu to the cafeteria.

The Holy See did experience a round of looting yesterday, but fortunately the thugs did not have much time. They were only focused on looting gold and silver and did not have time to set fire. Places like the kitchen were relatively well preserved.

And what the Holy See lacks the least is... money. Last night, Bishop Campion called in a number of helpers including chefs, bricklayers, carpenters, etc. At this moment, the sounds of "clanging and banging" outside the kitchen were the sounds of workers at work, and the cafeteria was filled with the aroma of food.

When Liu Yonglu and Xiaohu arrived at the cafeteria, Millie Tang and Ling'er were already sitting there eating. Although they were squeezed at the same table, they were sitting diagonally opposite each other, so they couldn't see each other!

Seeing Xiaohu, Ling'er glared at her brother, and Xiaohu shook his head slightly.

"Wow! What a delicious meal! So tender and fragrant! Wow, vegetable wraps, how did His Holiness know that I was craving for this?

"Xiaohu, sit down, I'll make you some food!"

Liu Yonglu ignored Ling'er's look and soon brought over two large plates of food.

"Mi Li'er, what a great day today! The food in the Holy See is pretty good! The fried eggs are really good."

“I just heard that it is the ceremony day after Candlemas. Today is the day to commemorate Saint Monica. It is said that a thousand years ago, the saint distributed the last bit of food to the saints.

St. Monica couldn't bear it, so she gave the jewelry she was wearing to a country woman in the middle of the night. It is said that these are what the woman brought out at that time..."

Speaking of this, Millie Tang glanced at Liu Yonglu, meaning... I understand, this matter must be related to you.

Liu Yonglu winked at her and thought that those two flatterers were really good at fooling people.

"Well, where's Nicholas? He's gone, hasn't he?"

"No, he came early and went back to the house after eating."

"That's right. It's a big festival, and the Holy See has specially prepared festive food. No one will leave without saying hello. No matter how busy you are, you can't miss these two days.

Right? Xiaohu, hurry up and eat! If you have finished the scrambled eggs, I will make you some later."

Ling'er wanted to say something, but was choked back by Liu Yonglu's words. The girl seemed to want to say something but also didn't want to say it. She hesitated for a few seconds holding the fork, and finally picked up a fork of the vegetable roll and put it in the pancake.

"Mi Li'er, what are you looking at? Have you found anything useful?"

"Well, I'm lucky. I seem to have found some clues about the cursed island that Lin Brown mentioned!"

(End of this chapter)