"The Lord has given me holy light to remind me of the lamb on the ground." Maitreya looked at the very serious priest, thought for a while, raised his hand to concentrate his luck, and made the golden Buddha light emerge from his palm. Unlike the spiritual power that can only be felt, the Buddha light is visible to the naked eye.

Under the not-so-obvious golden light, the priest suddenly widened his eyes.

"I am the servant of the Lord, and the Lamb of the Lord! Can you tell me where is this?" Maitreya glared at the priest when he saw the priest's surprise, smiled slightly, and asked questions.

"This is Tai O." The priest stared at the golden light in Maitreya's hand and subconsciously answered his words.

"Da O?" Maitreya flipped his hands and put away the Buddha's light and blinked slightly. What's this?

"New Territories, Hong Kong and New Territories! Are you a mainland boy?" The priest subconsciously replied, but suddenly found that the young man's voice sounded, so he looked at him with suspicion.

"Yes, it turns out that I'm in Hong Kong." After thinking carefully for a while, Maitreya understood that he had traveled to Hong Kong, and it was a lot of trouble to go to Tokyo.

"Are you really a mainland boy?" The priest confirmed repeatedly.

"Lamb, do you think the Lord will separate the Lambs from the region?" Maitreya understood, but he was a little unhappy when he saw the priest's suspicious gaze for no reason.

"The Lord is kind and will not separate the lambs by the region, but He will save every lamb of His. Then, the servant of the Lord, do you know my name?" The priest's eyes flashed.

"You are not the Lamb of the Lord, because the Lamb of the Lord never doubts the Lord's words." Maitreya curled his lips in his heart. This guy's performance from just now is smart enough, but he is full of doubts about his faith. He is not a true believer at all. He is a guy who sells dog meat with the title of sheep, a crooked priest.

"I, I didn't doubt the Lord's words, do you, can you recite the Bible?" The priest saw Maitreya's disdain and his words were trampled. He became suspicious in his heart and his courage gradually grew stronger.

Maitreya looked at the shrewd priest who was as smart as a fox, and was too lazy to pretend to be a ghost. After thinking about it for a while, he asked:

“How many years is today?”

"In 1993, hey, you haven't answered my words yet!" The priest subconsciously replied without answering the question, and then he was a little unhappy, asking him if he could recite the Bible.

"I can't carry it. I'm not a servant of your Lord. I just joked with you. Today I was just passing by here. I just climbed up while you were not paying attention." Maitreya explained clearly, saying that he had just climbed the cross by mistake.

"Mainland, smuggler, I want to call the police to arrest you now." The priest heard that Maitreya was not a servant of the gods, and remembered his seriousness and hesitation just now, his nose was a little crooked, wasting his faith and his time.

"Welcome." Maitreya was not showing any weakness. He did not do anything wrong. At most, he was treated as a smuggler without an ID card. Now in 1993, Hong Kong has not returned yet, but he is not afraid of the police, and he is not afraid of the shadow.

"You..." The priest couldn't help but feel angry when he saw Maitreya's appearance was not false.

"I don't do anything wrong in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." Maitreya said something to the priest, and then turned around and left. It's one thing to be afraid of the police, but it's another thing to be afraid of whether to touch the police.

"Don't leave, I'll call the police to arrest you." Seeing Maitreya leisurely, the priest raised his foot to walk away. While his face turned red, he stopped him and told him not to leave. But at this moment, a volunteer preacher suddenly asked:

"Father, cross, is the cross on you?"

"Cross!" The priest subconsciously touched his pocket when he heard the words of the volunteer preacher, turned his head and looked down on the table, and his face changed.

“Where is my cross!”

"Aren't you there?" Seeing the priest searching everywhere in panic, the believers around him changed their expressions and couldn't help but turn their heads and point to the big wooden cross on the wall.

"Cross, gem cross, where have you gone? Please help me find it." The priest and many evangelists ignored Maitreya and began to search around, and issued a hurry to drink, asking everyone to help.

Gem Cross! At most, we bald donkeys can only build a bronze Buddha statue. You shepherds actually made a gem cross. Maitreya listened to the priest's words and shook his head, sighing that the world is not old, and then prepared to leave in the chaos, but he did not want the priest to turn around and stop him.

"Don't leave, did you take the cross?"

"Don't frame a good person. I'm so big. There's nothing except two strings of Buddhist beads and this fragment." Seeing that the priest suspected him, Maitreya couldn't help but frown and glance at the short brown cotton coat on his body, and took the two strings of Buddhist beads on his body and the four soul fragments in his sleeve. He was protecting the Sun and Moon Formation, but he didn't bring many long objects when he came over.

"You can't leave, I want to call the police and let the police take care of it. Everyone at the scene should not leave, cooperate." The priest did not believe Maitreya's defense, but did not dare to come with him. He just said he wanted to call the police and called everyone at the scene to help cooperate.

A group of foolish villagers, Maitreya, who saw the believers who stopped to cooperate with him when the priest shouted, couldn't help but curl his lips in his heart, but thought that he might be falsely accused of being a thief, and he didn't know where to leave here, so it would be better to stay with the police station for two days.

Although it was not good to treat the police station's prison as a temporary hostel, there was no other way. Maitreya stayed in the church, waiting for several policemen wearing green clothes or casual clothes to come, and the priest reported it to them, and then was taken to the police car.

"It's so comfortable!" Maitreya sat on the soft sponge car chair again and couldn't help but sigh. In ancient times, he didn't even have a good environment to live in, not to mention sleeping in the open air.

"Hey, are you from mainland China? My name is Xiao Yulong, where are you?" Perhaps it was the first time I saw someone sitting in a police car comfortable, and a plainclothes policeman asked in Chinese accent.

"My surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Zimi. Hong Kong is developing so well now." Maitreya poked his head out of the police car, nodded at Xiao Yulong, and glanced at the skyscrapers around. Although it was incomparable to the mainland cities in the future, it was much better than the mid-16th century he lived in. This car chair was more comfortable than the Grand Master's chair.

"Of course, after all, we will develop first, how about you?" The plainclothes policeman Xiao Yulong was a handsome man. Seeing that Maitreya was not at all conscious of the prisoner, he couldn't help but be surprised. After listening to his admiration for Hong Kong in his words, he was a little proud, and then asked with a smile.

"It's hard to say, but it will get better in the future." Maitreya smiled indifferently. Although he had seen the land of China more than ten years later, he has just returned from a few hundred years ago, so it's hard to say.

"That's sure! Someone called me, don't worry, smuggling is not a big deal. Do you have any relatives? It will be fine if you call me later..."
Chapter completed!