I Possessed the Sun God

Polis is the capital and largest city of Indiana in the U.S. Founded in 1820, it has an urban area of ​​911.7 square kilometers and a population of close to one million. It is the largest livestock market east of Chicago in the U.S.

There is the world's largest children's museum, and the famous 500-mile car race is held here every year.

At this time, in a new-style church that had just been built not a year ago, and looked brand new, a middle-aged man stood outside the confessional room, looking a little worried.

"Dear Father Cui Yingjun, I want to confess to you that I have committed a serious crime recently. Will the Lord forgive me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a voice in the confession room, "The Lord sees that good is good, so he encourages people to be kind, don’t sin, don’t be deceived by evil, but you can speak frankly about your sins. Come out, this is an honest act, and this is also good. I believe that the Lord will forgive you and will let you go to heaven after death."

Hearing words like'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground', the anxiety on the middle-aged man's face faded, and he began to plead guilty, "I killed someone, but I didn't kill him deliberately, it was him, he Acting in an attacking posture caused me to misjudge me. In order to prevent him from killing me, I first acted to be strong, and then killed him."

"Every life is created by our Lord himself, and it is an extremely precious existence. No one, even life himself, can deprive him of life."

The voice in the confession room was very gentle, as warm as a spring breeze, "You killed someone, committed a great sin, and you are going to hell, but you are unintentional, not intentional. I will tell the great Lord about you. , Ask for his forgiveness..."

"I have some atonement rolls here, a thousand dollars, you buy more and burn it, and you will reach heaven through the act of burning. The angel will give it to the great Lord, and ask the Lord to forgive you and let you After death, you can go to heaven and enjoy blessings."

Soon, a collection code and a stack of atonement rolls were hung up in the confession room.

The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and scanned the payment code, and said, "I'll buy a hundred copies, please check it."

"The Lord will forgive you, and you will go to heaven after you die."

"Thank the priest."

After the middle-aged man happily left with a stack of atonement rolls, the small door of the confession room opened, and a person in his fifties and sixties dressed in black priests' robes came out, looking at the middle-aged man with contempt. The direction of departure,

"Isn't it on purpose? A misjudgment? One person is a misjudgment, so everyone can't be a misjudgment, right? The dozens of people you killed, if it weren't for your dad, who was the boss of the city's largest steel group, would have gone in long ago. "

He is the priest Cui Yingjun described by that man, but Cui Yingjun is his pseudonym, and his real name is Masara Kosaka.

The reason why I gave myself a pseudonym for Cui Junjun is that in recent years, a popular phrase on Dongying Internet, ‘what if someone finds out that Dongying people do unqualified things abroad? Speaking the Mandarin of the Universe, just pretend to be a citizen of the Universe’

As a religious liar, it would be a shame for Dongying to be found out, but if you pretend to be a citizen of the universe, you will be a citizen of the universe.

For this reason, he deliberately dressed as a cosmopolitan, learned the customs and language of the cosmos, and forged the identity of a cosmopolitan to ensure that his identity would not be exposed.

"But he is really rich."

Masara Kosaka took a cell phone and glanced at the amount of his new account, his old face was full of smiles.

In just two years in the U.S., he made nearly 10 million dollars. This speed of making money is that he hasn't made money in the past two decades when he guards the small shrine in Dongying.

"Thank you for the extraordinary power present, thank God for coming,"

Masara Kosaka drew a cross on his chest.

He knows very well that if it were not for supernatural powers in this world, or for God's omnipotent power, the atmosphere of faith in the United States would not be so strong, and those believers would not give him money like fools.

You know, in the past, although the country of the United States was known as a country of thousands of religions, the number of sects that preached (frauded) religions (deceived) under the banner of God or other gods was the highest in the world, and only the cosmic country could compare it.

However, among these sects, there are not many leaders who rely on the donations of wealth from their followers to make a fortune.

Most of the believers are of poor origin, and some are false believers who rely on sects in the name of faith, and there are almost no rich people who truly believe in these cults.

But since the emergence of supernatural power and God demonstrated his omnipotent power, believers in the country of the United States, a country that traditionally believes in God, have gone crazy. Those rich men with huge wealth in their hands suddenly incarnate as God’s most devout believers. Donate large sums of money, and pray that the glory of God will shine on you.

He took advantage of this trend to publicize the atonement roll as his priest, attracting a lot of rich people to buy it at a time, and he made a fortune.

"But I'm afraid there won't be such an opportunity again." Kosaka Masara murmured.

In the past year, the U.S. government has been cracking down on cults, and those sects that believe in heretical gods have been almost wiped out, and he heard the news that the U.S. is planning to treat those who believe in God, but they are not under the papal state. Nor is it the secret sect of the Cross to clean up.

With the ability of the U.S. government, I am afraid that he will be discovered soon as a liar.

"It seems we have to find time to run away."

Just as Masara Kosaka was thinking about it, a U.S. man with blond hair and blue eyes and a tall nose walked in.

Seeing him, Masara Kosaka greeted him kindly, "Little Johnson, you are here."

"Father Cui Yingjun~www.wuxiaspot.com~Johnson also greeted him, and then said to Masara Kosaka, "Father, are we going to have a grand mass this Saturday? "

"A grand mass? It's the same as the masses on Saturdays in the past." Masara Kosaka said casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, Johnson frowned, "But Father, this Saturday is the real Christmas day of the Lord, not the fake Christmas day hyped up by modern American business companies."

"On the true Christmas day of the Lord, shall we not hold a grand mass?"

The true Christmas day of the Lord? Isn't that made up by me? I didn't remember it myself, how could you remember it so clearly? Masara Kosaka was taken aback for a moment, and then he thought for a while and said, "Little Johnson, the Lord doesn’t care whether we will hold a grand mass on Christmas Day. The Lord doesn’t care about the formalities. What the Lord cares is whether we are religious. Faith and whether we act according to the Lord’s teachings."

"But believers are ready to ascend to heaven in the form of self-sacrifice on the Lord's Christmas Day."