Ling Xiao spotted the priest and greeted him in a friendly manner, "Hello priest." ”

"Hello." The priest greeted him with a blank face, and then said, "Confessions are not accepted here, as you should have noticed, we don't even have a confessional here." ”

"It's okay, Father." Ling Xiao said: "I am the most devout believer in the Lord, and I have come here for a purpose. ”

"For what purpose?" The priest's eyes became wary.

"That's the case, I'm ......" Ling Xiao suddenly became sad, "I'm terminally ill, have you seen my face?" It's not normal. I don't have much time left, and in my remaining days I want to do something very meaningful, I want to give my entire property to the House of the Holy Servants, and I have only one humble request, and that is after my death...... I want to be buried here. ”

The priest observed Ling Xiao's face. Ling Xiao's face was sallow, which was indeed very abnormal, and he looked like a patient with some serious illness.

"Father, I have never done anything bad in my body, I have been doing good deeds and being kind to others, can my wish come true and go to heaven?" The more Ling Xiao spoke, the more sad he became, and his eyes were moist.

The priest didn't say anything, but he was already thinking about it.

Ling Xiao walked over to him, "Father, isn't the last wish of a devout believer not answered?" ”

"I beg your pardon, I was thinking about your request." The priest's face softened a lot, "Well, let's go outside and talk, this is not the place to talk." ”

"Okay, Father, you can lead the way." Ling Xiao said.

The priest turned through the side door and walked out, Ling Xiao following him. Walking through the corridor behind the side door, there is a cemetery behind a wooden door.

Ling Xiao's gaze fell on the nearest tombstone.

The tombstone is carved out of marble and bears the name of a priest, the age and year of birth and death of the Lord, and a very sensational word of praise: pious servant, preacher of love. Underneath this passage is a string of numbers: 01-01-01.

Ling Xiao's gaze suddenly moved to the age marked on this tombstone, and he noticed that this was a tombstone more than four hundred years ago.

Ling Xiao was confused, and he secretly said in his heart: "The United States has only a history of more than two hundred years, and before that, it was an Indian civilization, and there was no Christianity at all. How, then, can there be a 400-year-old Christian priest's tombstone on American soil? ”

Tombstones that are more than 400 years old on American soil must have zài, but the tombstones of Christian priests that are more than 400 years old should not be zài.

The priest seemed to guess what Ling Xiao was thinking, and he said, "The actual age of this tombstone is only sixty-eight years, which is the time of World War II. Many churches were destroyed, and many priests died in the war. A devout believer launched the House of the Holy Servants to bring the bodies of the priests who had died in the war to be buried. During the war, some of the priests' cemeteries were destroyed, so we moved the bones here for burial and carved new tombstones. That's why this tombstone is only more than 60 years old, and the original tombstone, which is more than 400 years old, has long been destroyed by shells. ”

It turns out that this is the reason.

In other words, the history of this house of holy servants is only more than 60 years, and it will not exceed 1939, when World War II broke out.

"Who would do that?" Ling Xiao said in a respectful tone, "I really want to know his name, he is a great person. ”

The priest shook his head, "I don't know his name, but I've heard that he's a secretive rich man, and he must no longer be alive now." ”

"Isn't he buried here?"

"I don't know, maybe it's here, but I don't know, there are thousands of tombstones here." The priest said.

"What does this string of numbers represent?" Ling Xiao asked, pointing to "01-01-01" on the tombstone.

"From left to right, the first 01 refers to the first district, the second 01 refers to the first row, and the third 01 is the first block," said the priest. After a pause, the priest looked at Ling Xiao again, "Why are you asking this?" Are you really here to donate? ”

Ling Xiao didn't seem to hear his voice, his mind was still on the numbers on the stone tablet. He also had a strong premonition in his heart that he was close to what he was looking for - if the meaning of the number left by Father John Borg could be explained by the meaning of the number that Father John Borg had left behind, it would be the ninth seat in the 25th row of the 13th arrondissement!

"Sir, are you really here to donate?" The priest asked again.

Ling Xiao came back to his senses at this time.

"I'm just curious, as I said earlier, I'm here to donate all my possessions to the House of the Servants, and then get permission to be buried here." Ling Xiao said with a gloomy expression: "My property is in this box, not much, but ...... I hope you will accept it. ”

"Don't care too much about the quantity, how much is your heart for the church, I will accept and thank you on behalf of the church." A smile appeared on the corner of the priest's mouth, "So, how much, exactly?" ”

The smile on the corner of the priest's mouth reminded Ling Xiao of a famous temple in Huaguo, where a stick of incense can be sold for a high price of 8888, and the first stick of incense during the Spring Festival every year will even be sold for hundreds of thousands. However, the other side is more subtle, wanting to praise him, express gratitude, and then politely ask for the amount of donations.

Ling Xiao said secretly in his heart: "If the donation is less, he will probably let me leave, right?" I can't continue what I'm going to do next, and it looks like I'm going to have some blood this time. ”

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao opened his lockbox and took out all the $50,000 in the lockbox.

The $20,000 in the lockbox was the spare cash he had prepared during his visit to the United States, which was specially used to deal with some special situations. Now it seems that the special situation of using this money is in front of us.

The priest also saw the bottles and cans in the lockbox, but his attention quickly turned to five hundred dollars. One hundred thousand, he counted the amount at once, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more obvious, "You are really a kind and generous person, and you are also the most devout believer in the Lord......"

Ling Xiao handed five hundred dollars to the priest, "Priest, this is all my money, I will donate it to the House of the Holy Servant now, can I get the honor of being buried here?" ”

"Of course, a devout believer like you will be permitted, but I believe that the Lord will favor you and give you health and happiness, and your body will be well." The priest said, holding the dollar.

"Thank you, priest, but I know my situation, can I go to the cemetery?" Ling Xiao said sadly.

"No problem, you go and see, if you are sure that the Lord is calling you to serve in heaven, I will build yì you go to the 13th district to have a look, and the new arrivals will make their home there." Said the priest.

"Where is it?" Ling Xiao asked with the excitement in his heart.

"Well, in that direction." The priest said, pointing to the highest point of the hillside.

"Thank you, Father, I'll just go and see for myself, you can do your business." Ling Xiao said.

"Okay, I'm going to pray to the Lord and pray that He will give you health." The priest entered the church with the dollar in his hand.

Ling Xiao watched the priest disappear from sight, and shook his head with a wry smile, "He doesn't even ask my name, how can he carve a tombstone for me?" Hey, let's hope the $50,000 is worth it. ”

$50,000 is already a lot of money for an ordinary American, and only God knows whether the gravekeeper will get $50,000 or whether he will turn it over to the church or use it to improve the facilities of this church. However, Ling Xiao didn't care about this, he spent 50,000 US dollars just to buy a convenient.

Ling Xiao carried the lockbox and walked towards the top of the hill.

The cemetery was clean, free of weeds and garbage, and some of the tombstones could be seen under withered bouquets, apparently left by people who had come to pay their respects. However, most of the tombstones are empty underneath, and no one comes to pay their respects. The whole cemetery looks very bleak and deserted.

Ling Xiao walked as he observed the numbers on the tombstones. After about half an hour, he climbed to the top of the hill and also found the area where the number 13 began.

It's a new area, with several new graves.

“13-18-07,13-19-08…… 13-25-09......" Ling Xiao stopped, motionless and looked at the exact match that he had finally found.

The number is engraved on a brand new tombstone, which also reads: Messenger of Light, John Borg.

The tombstone also features an engraving of Father John Borg's date of birth in 1963, although there is no date of death.

Ling Xiao was not surprised by this situation at all, and there was an irrepressible excitement in his heart, "Sure enough, it's here, I found it!" This tomb was custom-made by Father John Borg during his lifetime, but he must have customized this cemetery for two reasons, one is that he will actually be buried here when he dies, and the other is to hide important things! ”

Hiding important things in the cemetery was not the first initiative of Father John Borg, including Ling Xiao, who hid the Yellow Emperor's Outer Classics in his parents' graves for so long and was very safe!

"This tombstone is very new, and perhaps Father John Borg had a premonition after investigating some important information, and prepared for the worst in advance." Ling Xiao thought again in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the closer Ling Xiao felt to the secret of cracking the mysterious text, the more excited he became.

After half a ring, Ling Xiao circled behind the tombstone. Beneath his feet was a flat meadow, which looked normal, a meadow that had not yet been excavated. However, upon closer inspection, he found that a rectangular piece of grass about two meters long and one meter wide directly behind the tombstone had actually been transplanted from elsewhere, because four straight lines could be faintly seen on the withered yellow grass.

If it is in the spring when the meadow revives and the withered yellow meadow grows dense grass, then these four traces must have disappeared.

"This meadow has actually been excavated, but what will be buried underneath? That mysterious human skin? Or is it some clue that Father John Borg has found? Ling Xiao's heart was full of imagination.

Father John Borg had his burial ground customized, but his body was still lying in the crypt beneath the church of the Holy Land of Poca. However, the e-mail sent by Huang Shuya will soon be useful, and Father John Borg's body will be found, and I am afraid that it will be moved here for burial in a few days. And before that, he had to dig up the cemetery and take the contents away!

"I need to find some tools to dig a cemetery, and there is a suitable reason......" Ling Xiao's eyes moved to the direction of the church down the hillside, just in time to see the black-robed priest walking out of the church, and then beckoned to him and motioned for him to go down.

Ling Xiao's heart moved, and he walked down the hillside, but after only a few dozen steps, he suddenly fell to the ground.

The priest at the bottom of the hill saw this and ran up the hill in a panic.