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In Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, the wizards of the White Wizard Alliance were encouraged, and they began to act in various places to strike at those black-clothed wizards.

The black-clothed wizards were not only facing the blows of Tang Zhangwei's men, these people were beaten to the ground.

Under Tang Zhangwei's call, these people were driven to various dark corners by Tang Zhangwei's subordinates and white-clothed wizards like rats, and in Tang Zhangwei's mind, these poor insects were like mice, and there was no need to exist.

The White Wizards were proud to walk the streets with a swagger, the first time since the fall of the ancient Western Roman Empire that the White Wizards League had been officially recognized.

Then the abbot took one of the children in one hand, and without looking at the two soldiers again, carried them out of the house, and went down the steep path of the hillside to the temple of the monastery.

He fed them in the kitchen of the convent; Then, in order to prevent them from being idle and thinking about their own affairs, he asked them to help the cook prepare dinner for the monks. The next day he took them to see the bodies of their parents: washed, dressed, washed, groomed, partially covered, lying in coffins, two coffins side by side in the nave of the church. There were also several of their relatives there, as some of the villagers were able to hide in the monastery in time to escape the invading army. Dean Peter took his two children to the funeral and made sure they watched the two coffins go into the same grave. As soon as Philip cried, so did Francis. They were told to be silent, but Dean Peter said, "Let them cry." It was only after this, when they knew in their hearts that their parents were really gone and would never return, that he talked about the future.

Among his relatives, none of the whole family survived, and the situation varied, some fathers, some mothers, who were killed. No relatives were able to take care of the two children. There are only two options left. They could be given away, or even sold, to so-and-so farmer to work as slaves until they were old enough to escape. Or, they can be given to God.

It was not unheard of for young boys to study in monasteries, and the usual age was eleven years old, and at least five years old, because the monks were not trained to carry babies. Sometimes little boys are orphans, sometimes they lose only one parent, sometimes they have too many sons and parents. Often, the family gave the monastery a real gift, along with the children—a farm, a church, or even an entire village. In the case of extremely poor families, gifts can be waived. However, Philip's father left a farm that was too large, so the two boys were not included in the charity relief. Abbot Peter proposed that the monastery take in the two boys and take over the farm; The living relatives all agreed; The agreement was signed by Grufeld Sinun, Prince of Guines, and King Henry's invading army, who had killed Philip's father, degraded him for a while, but did not depose him forever.

The Dean knew a lot about the heartbreak, but despite his intelligence, he was unprepared for the grief that had befallen Philip. After a year or so, the grief seems to have passed, and the two boys enter the convent lifestyle, but Philip is enveloped in irresolvable anger. The living conditions on the top of the hill were not so bad as to make him so angry, there was food and clothing, there was fire in the dormitories in winter, and there was even some love; And strict discipline and tedious rituals are at least for the sake of order and stability; But Philip began to act as if he had been wronged and confined to confinement. He disobeyed orders, took every opportunity to discredit the authority of the head of the monastery, stole food, broke eggs, let go of horses, mocked the old man, insulted the elders. But he would never do anything blasphemous, and for this he was forgiven by the Dean for all other wrongdoings. Finally, he was completely transformed. That Christmas, he looked back on the past twelve months and found that he had never spent a night in the punishment chamber for a whole year.

There is no single reason why he is back to normal. His interest in his schoolwork may have helped with this. He was fascinated by the precise theory of mathematics, and even the conjugations of Latin verbs had some kind of satisfying logic. He had been assigned to help with the clerk's work, and the monk had to provide the monastery with all its supplies, from loafers to seeds; And this kind of thing also piqued his interest. He developed a hero-worshipping attachment to Brother John, a handsome, sturdy young monk who was learned, holy, intelligent, and benevolent. Whether it was by imitation of John, or by his own pursuit, or both, he began to find some comfort from his daily prayers and services. So, with the organization of the monastery in his head and the divine harmony in his ears, he unconsciously entered adolescence.

Both Philip and Francis were far ahead of any boy their age in terms of academic performance, but they blamed it on the fact that they lived in a convent and received a more rigorous education. During this time, they did not realize that they were extraordinary. Even when they began to do a great deal of teaching in the small schools, and no longer taught the pedantic old teachers of the friars, but were taught directly by the dean, they still thought that the only reason they were ahead was that they had already begun to study.

When Philip looks back on his youth, he thinks there was a brief golden age, a year or less, before the lust of the flesh stormed him after he had finished revolting. Then came a period of torment: impure thoughts, nocturnal semen, terrible and embarrassing hours with the penitent priest (i.e., the abbot), endless penance and torture of the flesh.

Lust never completely ceased to haunt him, but in the end it really didn't matter so much, only occasionally to disturb him, and very rarely, when he was bored physically and mentally, just as an old wound would ache on a cloudy day.

Francis was a little late in the battle, and apparently he had not spoken to Philip on the subject, but Philip had the impression that Francis was not so brave in his fight against evil desires, and that he was simply too happy with his defeat. The main thing, however, is that both of them are able to calm the passions, which are the worst enemies of monastic life.

While Philip worked with the secretary, Francis worked for Dean Peter's deputy. Philip was twenty-one years old when he died, and despite his young age, he took over the job.

(End of chapter)

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