Chapter 521 Imperial Palace

It was Bai Yunyun who reacted after being happy.

She stared at Xia Zhizhi with resentment: "Sister Zhizhi, you lied to me!"

Xia Zhizhi didn't feel guilty at all. She patted Bai Yunyun's head and said, "I'm just worried that you would feel stressed if you encountered something like this, so I asked you to divert your attention. This is all for your own good."

Bai Yunyun didn't quite believe it: "Really?"

Of course it was fake. Xia Zhizhi couldn't admit it. She threw up her hands and said, "Did I want to cheat you out of your money? If I wanted to cheat you out of your money, why would I bring you to the court? I'm sad to think of you like that."

"Sister Zhizhi, that's not what I meant. I was, I was..." Bai Yunyun saw her say that and hurried to explain. She was silly and was finally smoothed over.

This was a thrilling event for Bai Yunyun.

But for a seasoned person like Xia Zhizhi, it is just an insignificant seasoning in life.

She discussed it with Aju and decided to join a church. If nothing else, at least she could travel with Aju's Emily Helen in the future.

Otherwise, when I go on business trips abroad in the future, I can't let her hide.

Xia Zhizhi joined the church easily. Ah Ju said that she had wisdom and divinity, and the messenger of God had made the statement that no one would care that she was Chinese.

She then took out a sufficient amount of gold from the space, showed it off and that was it.

She and a group of newbies knelt in front of their own statue, pretending to pray, and then openly used her mental power to send all the offerings made to her into the space. She felt so happy.

After joining the cult, Xia Zhizhi became a big celebrity around Emily Helen.

Keith Cardiff was very upset about her appearance. After all, he was the only one in the church who could talk to Emily Helen.

It was no use for him to be angry, as neither Emily Helen nor Xia Zhizhi would listen to him.

Emily Helen even wanted to take Xia Zhizhi on a business trip to Japan.

Yes, after Futian returned home, he promoted this evil cult, and they later sent a large number of Japanese soldiers to join the cult.

Xia Zhizhi accepted all the gifts.

There were more and more believers in Japan, and the temple and statues that were built with funds raised by everyone were completed overtime. Futian specially invited Aju to preside over the consecration ceremony there.

Xia Zhizhi went along openly, using her identity as a church member.

Emily Helen said that she felt Xia Zhizhi was intelligent and wanted to take her along. The others thought that Xia Zhizhi was the servant chosen by Emily Helen, so they naturally did not object.

Xia Zhizhi and Aju worked overtime for a few days, settled some company matters, and then flew to Japan.

The land area of ​​Japan is not as big as that of Yunnan. Yet, such a small area is home to 125 million people. This population density is simply too high.

At that time, Japan's scientific research capabilities, industrial base, manufacturing technology, and import and export volumes were among the best in the world, and its economy was quite developed.

Xia Zhizhi and her group got off the bus at Nagasaki Airport.

It's already the end of October. It's quite warm on the other side of the Hong Kong River, but it's chilly here, and it feels like winter has arrived.

Fukuda's arrangements were quite thoughtful. As soon as we got off the plane, a car came to pick us up and took us directly to the Imperial Palace on the west side, which was the Emperor's residence at the time.

The entire Imperial Palace is a structure of gray walls and white tiles. It can only be said that it is a relatively quiet mansion, like a small park in the south, and it does not deserve the word "imperial city".

Xia Zhizhi and Aju were arranged to stay in the guest room.

Futian originally arranged for a translator, but Emily Helen refused: "God is omniscient and omnipotent. As His most faithful believer, I have also gained some abilities and do not need a translator."

Hearing her say this, Futian stopped worrying. Sure enough, Ah Ju could speak Japanese very quickly, and her voice was quite standard.

Futian said they were tired from the long journey, so he arranged a hot spring bath for them so that they could take a rest first, and there would be a dinner reception in the evening.

After they washed up and took a short rest, someone came to invite them to the dinner.

When they arrived at the banquet hall, Fukuda introduced them to a group of people, including the Crown Prince and several high-ranking government officials. He seemed to be very important.

The banquet was just so-so.

Each person has a small table. Japanese food is like that. Those who know will understand. What the royal family eats is not much better than what ordinary people eat.

There are also Kabuki performances to liven up the atmosphere.

Xia Zhizhi is rather vulgar. She doesn’t like to eat food and she doesn’t like to watch dancing.

The food was unpalatable to begin with, and then they drew some people who looked like ghosts and made a lot of noise in front of her. She couldn't appreciate it at all, and it only made her feel even more disgusted.

Ah Ju was even more outrageous. He simply sat cross-legged, facing the strange looks from the Japanese, and said calmly, "There is no god in this world that can make me kneel down."

The Japanese have always had a kind of worship towards white people. Ah Ju has white skin and the halo of a god's messenger, so whatever she does is right, and everyone can only let her do what she wants.

Seeing this, Xia Zhizhi followed suit: "Ms. Emily Helen is right. As a believer in God, I should only kneel down and worship God."

The other Japanese immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's what the messenger said!"

After a boring meal.

Xiao Futian led Xia Zhizhi and Aju to the temple.

This group of people were quite ruthless. They feared that the temple would be seen by common people, so they built it directly inside a large hall in their imperial palace. It is estimated that it used to be their ancestral temple, but now that the main hall was occupied, they could only move the ancestral tablets to a side hall.

Looking at the three-meter-high statue that reached the rooftop, twitching and twisting, Xia Zhizhi was silent for a moment.

Even though it was inlaid with many gems, it was just a gorgeous twist and twitch, which was obviously not a good thing.

Anyway, as far as Xia Zhizhi herself is concerned, it is absolutely impossible for her to worship and believe in such a deity.

Fukuda was still boasting: "This statue was supervised by our Crown Prince, and the best craftsmen in the country were employed."

Emily Helen nodded coolly.

Futian asked someone to carry a few large wooden boxes.

"This is a sacrifice prepared for the gods. Would you like to check it?"

Emily Helen looked at him strangely and said, "Since it is something offered to the gods, it is enough if you have shown your gratitude. What is there for me to check?"

"You are right." Futian said respectfully, "Then do you think there are any other areas where we are not well prepared? When can you pray to the gods?"

The Japanese were so anxious that they gave us a cold meal as soon as we got off the plane and wanted us to work.

It was thanks to Xia Zhizhi and Aju's generosity that they were both so generous. If they were real messengers of God, they would probably report to the gods and make things difficult for them.

Ah Ju said calmly, "To worship the gods, one must be sincere. If you are ready, then we can hold the ceremony tomorrow morning."