Chapter 8 I Believe in Mahakala Bodhisattva
Luke looked at the priest.

Moore also turned around and looked at Luke, and their eyes met.

The priest had a slight smile on his face, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a ripple of emerald green was faintly visible in the depths of his eyes. The first impression he gave was that of a gentle, non-aggressive person.

Fuck!
After more than ten years in this world, apart from the stars he met in Hollywood, this is the first time Luke has met someone whose appearance is comparable to his.

However, Luke has a masculine type, while this priest has a more delicate appearance, and even if his hair grows longer, he could play the role of a little boy.

Is this how your church preaches?
Scumbag!

Ignoring the dirty thoughts in Luke's brain, the exchange with Moore was still very pleasant, or rather, the two of them had an inexplicable feeling that they had become old friends at first sight.

Moore was born into a devout Christian family, immersed in faith in God, and attended a church school. He was the choir leader since childhood, and when he grew up he joined the church and worked hard to spread the glory of God.

Compared to Luke's colorful life as a rich second-generation, Moore seems to be a blank sheet of paper. However, this blank sheet of paper is not innocent and naive. In church schools and even in the church itself, there are disputes among people.

What's more, the priest himself is responsible for hearing the confessions of sinners. The longer he works in this field, the more human nature he has seen. Therefore, in terms of social experience alone, he is richer than Luke, but he has seen more but experienced less.

Father Moore talked to Luke with great interest about interesting things at school and family matters. After the two became a little familiar with each other, he also shared with Luke some embarrassing things that happened during his missionary work.

When the atmosphere became a little warmer, Moore asked about the real matter: "What is your faith, Luke?"

If Luke is the Father's lamb, then it would be much easier to complete Mrs. Fran's request and relieve Luke's pressure.

As for the matter of faith, Luke was indifferent due to the materialistic education he received in his previous life.

But in America, you can believe in anything you want, you can even believe in Madoka Magica (here referring to the magical girl Madoka Magica), and no one will discriminate against you.

But if you are an atheist - I'm sorry, you must have a low moral standard and can only live a relatively failed life.

So Luke simply invented a god, and when someone asked about it, he used that god as a shield.

Now it's time for that person to come in handy again.

Luke replied: "I believe in 'Great Western King Bodhisattva'."

"Great Western King Bodhisattva?" Even the knowledgeable Moore was a little confused.

Normally, if someone asked him this, Luke could still give a few words, but since the other party was a professional in the religious community, the more he said, the more mistakes he made. He could only give a vague explanation: "The common name of the Great Western King Bodhisattva is Xianzhong. He is the god who controls death in the ancient Hua Kingdom. His doctrine is that all things are equal, and he grants all living beings an equal destination."

Anyway, Buddhism does teach that all beings are equal, and there is nothing wrong with that.

Seeing that Luke didn't want to talk about faith and that enough groundwork had been laid, Moore finally changed the topic to recent events.

"I heard about what happened in North Lowood. The police reported that you saved at least 20 people. If you hadn't been so brave in subduing the two gunmen, the two of them would have been able to clear at least two floors before the police arrived."

Moore deliberately used only the word "uniform".

Luke was not as fragile as Mrs. Fran and Moore thought. On the one hand, as a time traveler, although he had lived for more than ten years, he still had a gaming mentality when facing this world, especially except for the people he cared about. On the other hand, the surprise and novelty of receiving the golden finger had long suppressed the discomfort of killing.

He asked bluntly, "Are there any new developments in the shooting? The two shooters didn't seem to have any motive. They both came from well-off families, and there's no bullying culture in North Lowood."

In the past two days, many students have discussed this incident on Twitter and Facebook, so Luke also learned a little bit about it. However, just as Luke asked, the students had different opinions about the motive of the gunman, but there was no reasonable explanation. Luke happened to meet Moore, so he asked casually. After all, people like them occasionally need to talk about the current hot news, and maybe they will talk about this case.

After hearing Luke's question, Moore frowned. Luke asked the right person. He could be said to be one of the people who knew the matter most deeply, but it was not convenient to tell Luke the inside story.

However, Luke was too deeply involved in this matter. In order to prevent him from getting into danger, after a brief consideration, Moore said vaguely: "It is related to the cult. You should also be careful. Maybe..."

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, he stood up and walked out quickly.

Luke, who was standing by, was a little surprised. He didn't know what was going on, so he hurried to catch up. Before he could open his mouth to ask questions, a scream of fear suddenly came from the living room.

The cry was sharp and shrill at first, then it suddenly became quieter and quieter like a rooster with its neck strangled.

"I sense an evil aura, dark creatures are appearing!" Moore turned around and said seriously, "Leave it to me, you find a place to hide."

Dark creatures?

Luke was confused and felt unfamiliar with this world.

Is there a dark side to this world? How come I haven't discovered it in the past 18 years of running around?

Realizing this, Luke's first reaction was not panic or fear, but to wonder whether the so-called dark creatures happened to be within the edible range of his golden finger.

However, Luke, who had just experienced a shooting incident, still cherishes his life. Since the boss said to retreat, then let's retreat first.

But we can't retreat too far, what if we get left alone and caught by those dark creatures?

Thinking of this, Luke suddenly slapped his thigh.

It's bad! My mom and sister don't know what's going on yet! They are in much more danger than I am now.

The scream just now seemed unfamiliar. It should be from some unlucky servant. But if they didn't stop the so-called "dark creature" next, the two weak women would be in danger.

Although he has a bit of a silly personality, as the only man in the family, he has to stand up at this time.

Luke's mind raced, realizing that there was a gun in the study next to the living room.

Seeing that Moore had not gone far, he quickly kicked open the study door and took down the weapons on the wall.

Luke started with a rifle and observed it. It was a basic Remington M870. Although a shotgun was not a rifle, he could still use it by analogy.

At least know how to load, aim and shoot.

He opened the magazine and took a look. It was full of 7+1 No. 12 bullets, and he immediately felt safe.

There is a priest in front of me, holding a spear. I have the advantage and I am not afraid!

Father Moore acted quickly, and by the time Luke was getting the gun, the man was almost out of his sight.

Luke's mind instantly flashed back to the American horror movies he had seen in his previous life. The unlucky guys who couldn't keep up with the big guys were often the first to die. He shuddered subconsciously, raised his gun and chased after him.

(End of this chapter)