Chapter 1544 The Magic of Love Draws Circles

The dirtiest things are often hidden in the most sacred places.

How many temples have harbored filth and become places for criminal transactions; how many churches appear bright on the surface but have piles of bones underground.

Having stayed on the island for so many years, Jawaharlal almost forgot about this.

Especially in the place where he was born, there are many saints in every temple, and they all have to learn yoga so that they can better fulfill the duties of saints.

"Underground?" Jawaharlal laughed. "I didn't expect your cathedral, newly built, to have such a comprehensive system. You really are quite knowledgeable, brother."

"It doesn't matter whether it's underground or above ground. The main thing is that I can give you what you want, third brother." Lei Zhen's eyes were sincere.

"That's great. Thank you, brother."

"Brother, you're welcome. I will gather the entire church's sacred power and perform a comprehensive baptism for you, Third Brother, so that the holy light will always bathe you."

"baptism?"

Jawaharlal was startled, feeling something was not right.

At this moment, many monks and nuns came out from all directions, each holding a scripture in their hands, singing as they walked.

“Hallelujah…”

Not only were everyone chanting, but there were also priests in long robes holding holy water, and six archbishops in purple robes walked in behind them.

In a short time, hundreds of people surrounded Jawaharlal, chanting to him, praying for him, and sprinkling holy water on him.

What is this for?

Jawaharlal was bewildered and had no idea what was going on.

"Third brother, as a brother, I know what you want. It's just that the shadow of your childhood is still haunting you, so I have prepared a baptism of boundless magic power for you."

"I've prepared for this for several days, and have invited six purple-robed archbishops to pray for you. I guarantee that I can remove the darkness in your heart and drive out the demon hidden in your body."

"Third brother, what's with that expression? I get it. You're very surprised and taken aback. I see gratitude in your eyes, but you don't have to thank me. This is what a younger brother should do!"

Lei Zhen's eyes were full of sincerity as he nodded vigorously at Jawaharlal.

Then, with the help of his personal saint, he put on his red robe, put on the mitre that symbolized his status, and then reverently picked up the pastor's staff.

"Third brother, I am fully prepared. This pastoral staff was specially given to me by His Holiness the Pope. It contains powerful divine power."

"Don't worry, I will personally baptize and bless you. I guarantee that all negative influences will be eliminated and your soul will be recognized by God..."

Lei Zhen began to lead people in the baptism ceremony. Although he didn't know anything, it didn't matter. He just had to move his lips along.

There is no need to worry about going to the wrong position, because everyone revolves around him anyway.

All you have to do is sprinkle holy water, raise your staff and make a circle over your head, a circle in front of you, and then a circle on the ground.

There is something special about this circle. Lei Zhen calls it the magic circle of love.

Baptism, blessing, exorcism...

Jawaharlal was stunned and completely speechless.

He thought that Lei Zhen had a lot of suitable raw materials and the other party could quote a price. This kind of thing can only be understood but not expressed in words.

But he never expected that this bastard would cast a spell on him!

Childhood psychological trauma?

I didn't have any psychological trauma in my childhood, but now you have created a psychological trauma for me.

What is your identity and status? Do you think it's interesting to do these things?

There's nothing wrong with that. No one could imagine that a big shot of such status and position would actually use such a rogue method.

Big guys all value their reputation and won't do things too badly. They will at least leave some room for maneuver, otherwise they will lose their prestige and no one will believe what they say in the future.

But Jawaharlal was wrong, because Lei Zhen was different.

He was not afraid of losing his prestige. If he lost it, it would only prove one thing: insufficient firepower and defeat.

What is prestige?

This thing is not something that can be pretended, nor is it influenced by the environment. It is achieved with real guns and real bullets. Only by winning can you have face and prestige, otherwise it is nothing.

There are so many big men in the world. They all have the final say when they are at their peak, but once they fall into poverty, they become worse than dogs and everything they say is a joke.

As for the question that no one will believe in the future...

Lei Zhen didn't care at all, because he didn't care whether others believed him or not. As long as he defeated them, they would believe him whether they believed it or not.

Besides, it’s all about interests, who can really trust whom?

If you really believe it, you will be eaten alive soon.

“Hallelujah…”

Surrounded by a group of people muttering to themselves and performing rituals, Jawaharlal gave up resistance, letting the chanting fill his ears and the holy water fall on his body.

He finally gave in!

I've always heard that Lei Zhen does things that are outrageous, and now I finally experienced it myself.

…

After two hours of torture, Jawaharlal was completely numb.

When everything was over, he hadn't recovered yet until Lei Zhen hugged him tightly.

"My dear Third Brother, how are you feeling now? Has the demon in your heart left you? Has the shadow of your childhood disappeared?"

Jawaharlal stared at Lei Zhen and his lips moved.

To be honest, he just wanted to kill the other party, then tear him apart and turn him into raw materials. He also had to roast the corpse into a mummy and grind it into powder for consumption.

Western languages ​​are not so refined. To express it in Eastern languages, it only requires four words - crush bones and scatter ashes.

"You want someone, but this is a procedure." Lei Zhen whispered, "I'll take you there now, and you can choose based on the information."

"Can I still trust you?" Jawaharlal said expressionlessly.

"Why don't you believe it? I do this for a reason. If I don't make you holy, how can others be willing to follow you? This is a cathedral, a place for faith." Lei Zhen explained.

"Are you sure?" Jawaharlal's expression relaxed slightly.

"Nonsense! I can't just load up and leave, can I? You're the island owner, you have the final say. Everything I do here is watched by millions of eyes. We're different." Lei Zhen said earnestly, "You have to understand me. We both climbed up from the bottom, but we're in different environments, so we handle things differently."

"Can you really let me choose the raw materials?"

"Nonsense, I'll take you to choose right now, you can choose whichever one you want."

"Okay, I'll trust you again. I hope you won't let me down, otherwise..."

Jawaharlal was ultimately unable to utter any threatening words because this was Lei Zhen's territory, but that didn't mean he had no way to restrain the other party.

After all, two people handle things differently.

For Jawaharlal, every time he broke through a barrier, he had to pay a lot. Sometimes he was a mad dog, and sometimes he was a running dog.

But Lei Zhen relied on fighting to get ahead, and he always made others his dogs, even when he first started to rise.

One is a mad dog and the other is a dog trainer.

No matter how you behave or do things, you are not on the same level.