1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Judging from the conversation just now, this "Almighty Gospel Church" seems to have no good feelings towards Japanese high-ranking officials and nobles other than Fujiwara no Kanezane, and the Fujiwara surname is too sensitive.

At this moment, Chongren suddenly remembered the names of a candy company and a cake shop that he really liked, and they both happened to have the character "Fuji" in them!

or...

"Fuji Yuta...Your name is Fuji Yuta?" "Yes, I'm from Tokyo too."

"Haha, there are quite a few believers with the surname 'Buer'... Please follow me!" The woman looked at the registration information and didn't bother to tell whether it was true or false. She just smiled and took Chongren for a long walk before arriving at the central square of the "tube-shaped buildings" complex.

The tube building, also known as the "Fujiwara building" here, is a square, simple-shaped cement building that can accommodate many people and was built by order of Fujiwara no Kanehara after he arrived in the Northeast. (354)

A noble person like Chongren would certainly criticize it for being aesthetically pleasing, but in the eyes of ordinary people, it is a paradise, with shelter from wind and rain, water, electricity and gas.

Although they had to cook outside and there was no separate toilet or bathroom, it was still a thousand times better than their shack in Tokyo.

Otherwise, Manchuria would be called "Heaven on Earth" by many lower-class Japanese people?

In short, when the woman and Chongren arrived, the place was already packed with people. A rough count showed that there were at least two or three thousand people.

What surprised Chongren even more was that the woman who brought him here seemed to be of high status. Many believers greeted her with smiles when they saw her.

"Good evening, Bishop!"

"Bishop! When will Her Royal Highness the Saint arrive?" "Bishop..."

The woman responded with a smile, without any air of superiority or impatience. "You...you are...the bishop?"

"I'm the ninth bishop of the Almighty Gospel Church, but it's nothing special. It's just a matter of job responsibilities. There's no difference in status or identity between you and me, so there's no need to be cautious or polite."

The woman still smiled so gently, and then said something that completely shocked Chongren:

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, my last name is also Fuji, I'm Fuji Yumiko... Ah, hold this, it will be useful later."

After saying that, she stuffed a note into Chongren's hand, returned to her seat, and began to organize discipline with other bishops to prepare for the "holy coming".

Chongren opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. At this moment, someone grabbed his neck, pulled him aside, and growled:

"Why did you come here?"

"? ? ?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Chongren was even more surprised. He turned around and found that it was indeed that person. He almost shouted out:

"Xuan..." "Shh..."

Prince Takamatsu Nobuhito covered his brother's mouth and said in a lowered voice, "Call me Fuji Shusuke. That's my name now!"

"say something!"

"Brother..." "Hmm?"

"I just made up a fake name - Fuji Yuta."

After a period of chaos, Chongren finally figured out why his brother was here.

After being transferred to Manchukuo along with naval officers such as Kudo Daibutsu and becoming a naval commander of Manchukuo, Nobuhito, who had felt oppressed in Japan, quickly realized the freedom and ease here.

Hey! I can talk about political topics! Hey! I can talk about social topics! Hey! I can talk about economic topics! Hey! I can talk about cultural topics! Hey! I can go whoring...ah, this is not allowed...

Never mind, this is not important. Anyway, no one here cares about me, that's great!

So, like a sheep being released, Prince Xuanren took a long vacation, threw all his work aside, and ran around the world, eager to vent all the constraints and depression of the past few years;

Then, he met the woman named "Fuji Yumiko"...

"...I think this organization is dangerous, so I came to see what's going on. What about you? Where are your guards? Hiding in the dark?"

"I..."

Chongren was just trying to figure out how to make up a lie when the surroundings suddenly fell silent. "The Saint has arrived!!"

Following this loud and enthusiastic shout filled with excitement and admiration, the scene immediately became quiet. The "Bu Er Brothers" could only quickly stop talking and look towards the central platform.

The two noble yet ungrounded princes had no idea that in an ordinary cult, their actions would definitely expose them immediately.

How dare you disrespect the "Saint/Leader/Bishop"? Get down on your knees! jpg.

Is it possible for the two younger brothers of His Majesty the Emperor to kneel before anyone other than His Majesty the Emperor?

Obviously impossible.

But fortunately, the "Almighty Gospel Church" is not an ordinary "cult".

Some new believers who didn't know the rules were about to kneel down, but the old believers beside them supported them with a smile:

"No, the Saint said that as human beings, we don't need to kneel before anyone, including herself."

"But..."

"No, but this is a Hadith, and it's what the merciful Highness once said to us... Do you like kneeling?"

"...Yes, I understand, thank you." "You're welcome..."

Similar conversations took place everywhere in the crowd, and also around Xuanren and Chongren. The two brothers looked at each other for a while, secretly feeling relieved.

At this moment, a short, masked woman in an elegant kimono suddenly appeared and slowly walked onto the central platform, startling the two again.

So short... 1.3 meters?

Even in Japan, a country where 1.6 meters is considered a "giant", this is a relatively petite size.

Although they were a little far away, the brothers soon noticed something bigger:

What beautiful long silver hair! Is this the kind of hair a human can have? Is it a monster?

No, no, no, it must have been dyed like this by some means, right?

However, none of the bishops and believers present looked down on the other person because of his small size or were intimidated by his silver hair. They all bowed deeply and greeted him in Japanese:

"Hello, Saint!" "How are you, Saint!" "Good evening, Saint!" "Hello, Silver-haired Saint!"

The answers from the old believers were relatively unified, but the new believers didn’t know and could only follow suit, so the shouts seemed a bit chaotic, but it did not affect the respect and love in their tone at all.

The "Silver-haired Saint" on the stage raised her hand slightly. After the noise from the audience died down, a heavenly yet somewhat lazy voice came down:

"Good evening, everyone. How are you feeling lately? Are you in a good mood? Is your family happy?"

噫?

Is this just a common inquiry? How can you be as casual as meeting your family?

As before, the "old believers" answered first, their voices filled with determination and joy:

"Health! Joy! Happiness!" Then the saint on the stage asked again:

"Now that you are healthy and happy, do you follow the teachings and examine yourself three times a day?"

"We love ourselves and our families! We lend a hand to those in need! We take it upon ourselves to do good! We follow the guidance of the God-King! With our hands and our efforts, we help make the world a better place!"

The bishops and old believers recited this passage in unison, their devout voices spreading throughout the entire "immigrant community," and everyone's face carried an indescribable sense of holiness.

After chanting three times, the Saint's voice sounded again:

"Then, after I give you the holy relic, please convey our faith to the new lost ones."

After these words were spoken, the old believers all showed expressions of enthusiasm, reverence, and pride. One believer ran up to the stage holding a thick steel bar and respectfully handed it to the saint.

The latter took the steel bar, slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair and tender forearm, which was just big enough to hold. Then he effortlessly bent the steel bar and wrapped it around his arm, round and round, until it formed a nearly perfect spiral.

"!! !"

The new believers who had never seen such a scene were all stunned!!! Huh?

Is this something that can be done humanly?

Before the new believers could react, a woman came forward holding a small box. The saint held the steel bar with one hand, reached into the box with the other, pulled out a piece of paper, glanced at it, and shouted:

“Number 114514!!!” “Number 114514!!!” “Number 114514!!!”

The "114514" was passed down one after another and reached everyone's ears.

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What it is?

As the old believers asked about the numbers of the new believers, the equally stunned brothers Chongren and Xuanren suddenly remembered that they had each received a slip of paper upon entering. Could it be that...

"Hey, brother, I remember you're number 114514, right?"

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Xuanren took out the note from his pocket and saw that it was true. The old believers beside him clapped their hands and laughed:

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations on obtaining this holy relic!"

Congratulations... Congratulations on what?

Holy relic?

Soon, the saint on the stage stuffed the steel bar that she had twisted into a "steel ring" into a small wooden box, and then sent someone to deliver it to Xuanren in full view of everyone.

So that's what it means...

Amidst piles of congratulations, Xuanren held the steel bar with a dazed look on his face, while the silver-haired saint left the venue without stopping or talking to him.

"Farewell Saint!"

After seeing off the saint who had shocked the entire audience, the old believers turned to the new believers who had been brought in by the bishop and the "qualified missionaries" and began to explain what they had just said.

"...The philosophy I teach is to love yourself first, then love others. If you don't even love yourself, you have no right to love your family or others..."

"However, since I and my family are already living a healthy, happy, and joyful life, I can no longer be selfish and only focus on providing health and happiness for my family. Instead, I should spread this great love to those around me..."

"To spread God's gospel and realize this great love, the help of my religion is indispensable, but people should respect themselves and be independent, so that they can love themselves and create a better future with their own hands..."

After listening for a while, Xuanren and Chongren roughly understood the concept of the "Almighty Gospel Church":

Live your own life well, and then on this basis, help others so that they can live a good life as well, and little by little make the surroundings, society, and the world a better place;

In this process, the Almighty Gospel Church itself will only help you at the beginning and pull you out of the "quagmire", but you will have to rely on yourself from then on.

For example, the Japanese man Xuanren was a Hokkaido native who came to Tokyo to work. He was once seriously ill and near death, but was saved by the Almighty Gospel Church. After he was able to work, the church no longer directly helped him.

Now, he came to Manchukuo, was allocated houses and land, and lived a good life. He began to take the initiative to help others, and passed the assessment, becoming a "missionary" qualified to convert people to the religion.

Xuanren couldn't help but ask:

"Assessment? Isn't everyone qualified to preach? If everyone goes to preach, won't you be able to attract more people and increase your strength?"

"Of course not. If we don't fully understand the teachings and put them into practice, and allow others to preach to us, wouldn't that tarnish the reputation of our religion?"

The man shook his head:

"My religion doesn't seek numbers, glory, or status. We don't force or deceive anyone into joining. We only seek like-minded people. We only seek to do good deeds every day and do our current work well. Then believers will naturally join us."

Xuanren didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

This Almighty Gospel religion is completely different from all the religions he knows.

There was no coercion, no deception, no demands for loyalty to anyone or personality cult, no demands for money to be handed over, and they even gave money to the believers to help them through their difficult times!

Is this...is this a charity? "Charity?"

It seemed that no one had asked this question before. The man thought for a moment and answered cautiously:

"Strictly speaking, not really, because we don't just give people fish; we also teach them how to fish while giving them fish."

Xuanren was shocked that a mere commoner could come up with such profound truths.

"Didn't you say you were a dockworker in Tokyo? How do you know Chinese idioms? Have you ever been to school?"

"Not really. It's just that after I joined the church, they organized a reading and literacy club every night. I went to participate whenever I had time. The Saint said that we should read more books to avoid being deceived..."

"...Against war? No, you misunderstood. We are not against war, but against unjust wars, wars that fail to spread love, and wars that bring disaster to civilians like us..."

As Xuanren listened, he became more and more dazed.

They don't accept money, help the poor and needy, win over the people, teach them to read and write, have unified beliefs and actions, and cultivate capable members...

As a member of Japan's highest ruling group, Xuanren instinctively felt goosebumps all over his body and was extremely alert in his heart!

This is no longer an ordinary cult; it must be dealt with forcefully! But, for what reason?

Unable to speak.

This "cult" is not against humanity, not against the country, not against society, not against the Emperor, and not against His Majesty.

On the contrary, judging from the passage just now, its teachings are basically about teaching people to be kind, to love life, and to help the weak. Is there any problem with that?