Los Angeles!?No way!" I called out at the same time that linguist

Stiller grinned: "There are about 300 people in that community. I migrated from Bethlehem decades ago. I went to their community to learn about it and found that among them, the elderly and middle-aged people, speak Aramaic, but children and young people will not. I think this language will disappear completely in the United States in a few decades."

"Let's go!" I walked to the door and put on my coat.

"Where do you go?" Stiller asked in confusion.

I smiled and said, "Of course I'm going to that community!"

On the east side of Los Angeles, several areas in a row are residential areas of Jews. Jews may be considered the most business-oriented nation in the world, so these areas are generally much better than ordinary neighborhoods.

But there are exceptions. When we crossed several streets and came to a block, what appeared before me was an extremely dirty slum.

The houses in the neighborhood are all made of cardboard and wooden boards, which are extremely simple. There are Jews wearing traditional hats busy on the streets, one by one in ragged clothes.

Our car parked in front of the block, and groups of children surrounded us and reached out to beg us.

I asked Gans to give them the prepared chocolate and sugar, and the kids led us into the neighborhood.

Our arrival made everyone in the neighborhood stop working. These people looked at us and started to talk in a low voice.

Logically speaking, there are few people coming to such blocks, and there will be no people driving luxury cars and suits to their blocks.

The Jews had a strong clan concept. Walking in the neighborhood, you can see at a glance that this is a place where large clans migrate. From Bethlehem to Los Angeles, the United States, they have experienced so many hardships. It is probably only they themselves who know.

Children and young people in the neighborhood are curious about our arrival, while middle-aged people greet us very friendly. The elderly people have a sense of caution and caution in their eyes.

"Sir;|Who are you looking for?" a tall middle-aged man walked up to me and asked politely.

Stiller smiled and said, "We are the DreamWorks Film Company. We want to come here to find you guys."

If it were normal, anyone who heard about DreamWorks Film Company would have a look of surprise on his face. But this man did not look any excited as I imagined. Instead, he frowned, as if he was not interested in DreamWorks Film Company, or rather, he had never heard of DreamWorks Film Company.

"Come with me." The middle-aged man waved at us. Then he led us to the depths of the block.

The more we walked, the wider the streets became, and the more neat the houses on both sides were. We followed the middle-aged man and it was like entering a maze.

Then at the end of the street, a small square paved with stone slabs suddenly appeared. On the square was a small but exquisite church.

The square was spotless. You can tell at a glance that people were rinsing it with water every day, which was in sharp contrast with the dirty and messy neighborhood just now.

Stiller and the linguist were both stunned.

"You guys are here to wait." The middle-aged man asked us to stop at the church door. Then he walked in alone.

The church was very dark and could not see the specific situation clearly. Only vaguely could the chanting of scriptures be heard.

"Boss, are they a church? The churches we usually see are tall and open. There are such huge glass windows. There is plenty of light inside. Why are their churches making them look like caves?" Standing outside the door, Stiller muttered with laughter.

"In fact, this kind of church is the most authentic Jewish church. You must know that in the minds of the Jews, the church is a place where people communicate with God. It is a very secret thing, so naturally it cannot be seen in a noble way. This religious view is the most orthodox religious view. Now, the church with huge windows and crowded voices are all secularized products of the church. It is to win over people. Think about it, would God like such a secular place?" The explanation of the linguist made Gans and I nod.

We waited outside for a while, and then we saw the middle-aged man coming out of it.

"The elders let you in." He glanced at us and took us into the church.

As the linguists said, the layout of this church is completely different from that of ordinary churches. The space is small and tortuous, and there are no rows of benches, no religious paintings, and no statues of the twelve disciples of the Lord. The walls are very clean.

"This is a typical primitive church! They only believe in the almighty Jehovah and do not believe in Jesus. Look, there is no image or logo in it, because the first of the Ten Commandments in the Old Testament is that the Jehovah is the only true God. Any other gods are figures, so they do not draw the twelve disciples and the portraits of Jehovah in the church like Christians, and they do not even stand in the church. "The linguists were polite and were extremely excited as they spoke.

After passing through the winding and twisty aisle, we came to an open place. It can be seen that this is the most important part of the church: the altar.

The entire altar was divided into two halls inside and outside by huge stones. When we walked to the door of the outer hall, Stiller and the linguist were both blocked.

"The elder said, only you can get in." The middle-aged man glanced at me.

"This is strange! When we came, we didn't introduce our respective identities at all, and these elders didn't see us. How could they know that I was the boss??" I was confused.

I took off my shoes outside the door of the outer hall and walked in barefoot.

Although the outer hall is not big, it is not small, and it is empty inside. This may be a place for Jews to perform various religious rituals. When he arrived at the door of the inner hall, the middle-aged man stopped going in. He took out a large white cloth from the floor cabinet next to him, wrapped it up by me, and then opened the door of the inner hall and let me in, but he did not dare to look at the things inside.

I felt infinite doubts in my heart. I didn't ask any more questions. I lowered my head and walked in.

As soon as I entered the inner hall, I suddenly felt that the light inside was much brighter. When I looked up, I saw that the inner hall was not very big. Candles were lit on the surrounding walls.

It is still empty. On the front is an extremely tall altar.

There is no cross on the altar. There is only a huge curtain. The curtain wraps it tightly. But through a corner of the curtain, I vaguely see a golden cabinet on it.

“Is this the ark of the covenant?

Looking at the golden cabinet, my heart trembled violently

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Anyone who is familiar with the Old Testament knows the importance of the Ark of the Covenant in the minds of the Jews.

Historically, the Ark of the Covenant was a cabinet made of wood, with two stone slabs engraved with the Ten Commandments, a cane used by Aaron, a cane used by Brother Aaron of Moses, and a jar made of gold. On the top of the cabinet were two angels forged the earth with gold. The two angels face to face and use wings to form a space, and that space is where God is. Wherever the Ark of the Covenant is placed means where God is. The Ark of the Covenant is in the mind of the Jews. It is a symbol of God.

For believers, the two stone slabs written by God himself engraved with the Ten Commandments are the ultimate connection between God and mankind.

The Ark of the Covenant is evidence of the covenant between God and the Jews and the dwelling place of God. Therefore, it is the most sacred holy object of this religion. The Holy Grail, which was regarded as a holy object by the church in history, was incomparable before it.

In ancient times, the Ark of the Covenant was placed in the most holy place of the flowing temple. Legend has it that people occasionally see it, and it is often entangled with clouds and vague lightning. Later, King David established the temple in Jerusalem, and the Ark of the Covenant was always there. 3,000 years ago, the Ark of the Covenant mysteriously disappeared from the temple and has since become the biggest unsolved case in history.

Is this ark the covenant the disappearing ark?

My heart suddenly became chaotic!

But then I laughed secretly at myself for being whimsical.

You know, this ark of the covenant is not an ordinary thing. As the greatest holy object, how could it appear in a Jewish slum in the United States? Maybe, this cabinet placed on the altar is simply a copy, or it is not the ark of the covenant but another religious object.

Thinking of this, my heart gradually calmed down.

Under the altar is a huge dark red carpet, on which three old men in huge black robes sit.

They were wrapped in tight robes and could only see their faces.

These three old men are at least about 80 years old, with thin figures and white beards floating on their faces. Sitting opposite them, a solemn aura came to their faces.

Looking at the black robes on them, I knew that they were legendary priests.

They looked at me, their eyes were empty.

We just stared at each other and didn't talk for a long time.

Then, I saw the old man in the middle laughing, and he said to me in his extremely hoarse voice: "Andre Corleon, the grandson of Rom Corleon, and the descendant of the Red Dragon family, except for the three of us, you are the first person to enter this inner temple in decades."!!!!!!

I suddenly became stunned! Then a huge doubt surged in my heart again!

How could he know my grandfather’s name?

Although almost all Americans now know that I am a descendant of the Red Dragon family, no one knows the name of my grandfather except my dad, mom, second brother, me, and old Wolfgang!

How could the three of them know?

who are they!?

A series of huge questions made me dumbfounded and I couldn't say a word!

"How could you know my grandfather's name?" I asked slowly after a long time.

The old priest in the middle smiled, looked at each other with the two people next to him, and then looked at me and said, "Don't ask why we know your grandfather's name. I can only tell you that all this is the guidance of the omnipotent Father, otherwise you wouldn't have come here."

Their words made me look at the high altar involuntarily.

The moment I looked up, I seemed to feel a look at me.

"Andre Corleon, tell me why you came here?" Before I could see the altar, the old priest stopped me from doing this with his words.

"I want to find some Aramaic people to make a movie," I said honestly.

The old priest smiled and said, "Your movie is made in Jedi of Nazareth?"!!!!!!

If I thought they might have been lucky enough to find out through some channel when he said my grandfather’s name just now, then this time I would be completely cerebral palsy.

"The Passion of Christ" is the top secret of DreamWorks. And after my special instructions, no one can tell others how the old man in this slum has known it!

In an instant, a guess surged in my heart.

Only this guess can explain everything!

"Jesus of Nazareth", this is what people call him in the age of Jeremy. If the old priests said this in the church outside, they would definitely be thrown out of the church by Christians, because in their opinion, this was a very disrespectful statement.

"Yes." I replied respectfully.

The old priest smiled and opened his arms and said to me, "It seems that your movie is about to change a name."

"Change your name!?" I couldn't understand.

"You have to change the 'Christ' in the movie's name to 'Yeah'." The old priest stared at me with a kind look.

"Abide by the teachings!" I agreed.

The old priest let out a long sigh and said, "We are all very clear about your affairs. Don't worry, I will ask the people outside to cooperate with you in making movies. Other things will depend on yours. You can go out."??????

This is over!?I was stunned.

"I want to select actors from among them. If possible, the leading actors will also choose between them. I wonder if it is okay?" I asked softly.

The old priest laughed and said, "The Lord and Mother of Nazareth were originally Jews, so they could naturally choose from Jews. Maria, you may be able to choose. But you can't choose from Nazareth."

"Why can't you choose?" I asked.
To be continued...