Chapter 5497 The Man Who Teaches God

In a modern society with advanced technology, faith seems to be becoming less and less important. People live among reinforced concrete boxes and seek the basic materials needed for life, which is not something that everyone is qualified to seek. Spiritually satisfied.

To put it simply, it's like there is a temple in the mountains. It may take a whole day to run there from the city, and you have to pay to burn incense for the Buddha after you go there.

So during these times, wouldn’t it be more realistic to just lie at home and play games and rest, or be caught by your boss working overtime?

Most of the time, the gods and Buddhas in the sky will not save people. People can only save themselves, and banknotes are a better bargaining chip, because they are a kind of proof of the flow of production materials between people.

The dilapidated church door was pushed open, and a man wandered into the room. The wooden floor under his feet creaked in disrepair, and the smell of dust hit his face.

This is such a world where people live very realistically. Even the church has long been corrupted and abandoned due to corruption. No one has entered this church for who knows how many years.

The person who came here today seems to be a rare believer. He drank a lot of wine. As he walked around, the paint in his hand seemed to be spilled from the small iron bucket at any time.

The originally beautiful painted windows had been covered with a thick layer of dust, and now not even a trace of light could penetrate. The empty church was dark, except for the fleeting light coming from the door.

"Click."

The church door was closed, and the surrounding area returned to darkness. Only the statue of Jesus on the cross lowered his head, showing a sad expression.

The drunk man shook his head, turned on the flashlight on his chest, and tried his best to cheer up and walk towards the altar. His footsteps seemed a little hasty, and the veins on his neck appeared. It was obvious that he was also suppressing sorrow in his heart.

But the difference is that God's grief is said to be compassionate, while humans are only for themselves.

When he came to the altar, the man first put the paint bucket aside, and then slowly climbed onto the altar on his hands and knees. Then he took out a brand-new brush from the pocket of his jeans and used it to suck it. red paint.

Then, as if possessed by some devil or ghost, he picked up a brush and wrote on the belly of Jesus on the cross. Of course, the brush could not be called calligraphy, and his red face also showed that he was extremely angry.

The word he wrote was - Liar.

After writing this word, he stood blankly on the altar, raised his head and looked at the statue of Jesus.

The god's expression didn't change at all, but he cried.

The alcohol may have gotten stronger at this time. He turned his head and vomited to the side, vomiting out yellow juice and stomach acid, but nothing solid.

The smell of alcohol irritated him and made him shake. After vomiting, he jumped off the altar and then began to curse at the statue.

"Liar! Can you hear me now?! You fake! Everything taught in Sunday school is fake!" He did the same thing as Dracula did, except that he didn't urinate on the statue of God and Spitting, but loud enough: "You don't care about any of us! Never!"

He clenched his fists, but drunkenness and lack of oxygen made him dizzy and panting.

The icon of Jesus was hidden in the darkness, and the expression on its face seemed to become blurred. Of course, this may also be the effect of tears, but it remained silent.

"I have believed in You all my life, even if others have given up their belief in you! But what have I gained?!" The man beat the altar, and the candlestick covered with spider webs staggered because of it: "You gave me A TM crashed Boeing 747! My family is dead!"

He yelled at the statue as if to vent his anger. There were no priests or nuns in the abandoned church. No one would hear his words here, except for the wooden statue.

As he kept yelling, what happened gradually became clear.

This man did not identify himself, because in his understanding, God knew him, so he just recounted what he had experienced in the past few days.

For a long time, as a believer in God, it was difficult for him to gain recognition in society because he was submissive and honest. However, these virtues seem to have become a flaw in today's society.

He was unable to integrate into the cold-blooded social rules of capitalism, unable to face those dark forest laws, and the exploitation of having to pay double the price for anything he wanted made his life very difficult.

But he didn't care. After returning home exhausted from get off work every day, praying to God in front of the shrine could bring him peace of mind.

Until he was fired from the company again, and he had no money to pay the bills and rent, and his wife and children had to live on the streets with him, he became confused.

So he prayed to God, hoping that the Almighty Lord would give him a revelation and point out the way forward.

I don’t know if God really heard his prayers, or if he was really unlucky to the extreme. When he, his wife and children were kicked out of the house by the landlord, and he was walking on the street looking for a place to stay, something unexpectedly fell from the sky. A plane billowing smoke!

The plane hit their family on the head, and the nearby streets were on fire. It was a real doomsday scene.

When he saw the plane falling, he took his wife and children and ran away desperately. But how could a human's legs outrun the crashed aircraft? The last thing he felt was that his vision went dark, and his whole body felt as relaxed as a cloud.

He thought he was dead.

But the next time he opened his eyes, it was already three days later. He was sent to the hospital without any injuries.

There were no bones left of his wife and child. They were probably smashed to pieces and burned cleanly. However, he, who was next to them at the time, was directly hit by a giant passenger plane, but was strangely intact.

Doctors and police officers determined that he was blown away by the explosion and was instead thrown out of the fire. A miracle occurred.

The FBI suspected that he was involved in the terrorist attack, because among the thousands of people who appeared at the scene were corpses, he was the only one who was still alive.

But in the end the interrogation came to no result. After the media also paid attention to this 'lucky man', he was released without charge. The public interest lawyer took his hand and announced to reporters that justice would prevail, and then left after the carnival.

The lawyers got their reputation, the reporters got the news, the FBI got an excuse to close the case, but what about him? Got a long bill from the hospital.

Without Class A medical insurance, he stayed in the ICU for three days. Although no treatment methods were used, the medical equipment was running out of money as soon as it was turned on. What he had to pay was an astronomical figure.

There was nothing left, he literally had nothing left, except faith in God.

So today he stole wine and paint to say goodbye to God. What God gave him was not what he wanted, so God is a liar. Isn’t this logic very simple?