While Qin Zhiyuan was treating the wounded soldiers, in the cemetery area next to the wounded barracks, Indian laborers were digging a cemetery, preparing to bury the soldiers who had died of their wounds.

Due to the conditions, the fallen soldiers did not have coffins to gather, but only hastily wrapped several layers of shrouded cloth, wrapped like mummies, and then prepared for burial.

The number of dead people was so high that the cemetery was undersupplied, so only three or five bodies could be stuffed into one grave and reburied after the war.

Next to the cemetery, priests are praying one by one, touching the heads of the mummies and chanting the words: "Please, give me the courage to accept what I cannot change; Give me the strength to change what I can; And give me wisdom to distinguish between the two. Every day is different, and every moment is worth savoring. Treat suffering as a surefire path to tranquility. Like you, restore the world as it is, rather than imposing your own thoughts on it. I'm sure you'll take care of everything, if I do what you want. Then I will live a happy life without hesitation. and will go forward with you in the afterlife. Amen. ”

While one of the priests was praying, the voice of praise to the Lord suddenly came from the side of the wounded barracks, and the voice grew louder and louder, converging into a wave that stretched and lasted for a long time.

"My God......" one of the priests suddenly exclaimed.

As he prayed, the mummified corpse beside him suddenly moved. The priest was stunned by the "miracle" in front of him, he could not believe his eyes, and he dared to swear with his 40 years of life that although he had read the Bible for 30 years, he had never seen a "miracle". It wasn't until the corpse moved again that the priest dared to believe that it was really a "God apparition" and immediately cried out excitedly.

"My God......"

"Praise the Lord ......"

"God forbid!"

"Quick, go and call the Bishop."

The gathered priests rushed to praise their God, some crouched down and began to remove the bandages, while others reported the "paranormal event" to the bishop of the area as quickly as possible.

The bishop soon arrived in a hurry, and after learning the facts, he went to the wounded barracks with a group of priests to find out.

"Uh...... I read it, and I think it will soothe the anxiety of the brothers and comfort their wounded hearts. Hearing the priests' questioning, Qin Zhiyuan took the initiative to take responsibility.

Of course, Qin Zhiyuan didn't forget to play a little trick, a simple "brothers" pulled him and the wounded soldiers into the same camp, in this case, as long as the priests dared to be disrespectful to Qin Zhiyuan, the wounded soldiers would not agree.

"What's your name?" The bishop looked at Qin Zhiyuan's black hair, yellow skin, and black eyes, and added, "Where are you from?" ”

"My name is Zhiyuan Qin, and I am from China in the East." Qin Zhiyuan is neither arrogant nor humble, his words are clear, and his pronunciation is standard.

"Praise the Lord, you are truly God's favorite, you know? What you have just done has triggered a miracle, a real miracle! As soon as the bishop grabbed Qin Zhiyuan's hand, he excitedly exclaimed.

"Uh...... I don't quite understand, sir. Qin Zhiyuan didn't know what happened in the cemetery, and he was a little overwhelmed by the bishop's enthusiasm.

"You know what? Because of the prayer that you and your brothers have just prayed, there is a miraculous power, a brother who is already thought to have gone to heaven, who has been inspired by you, to return to you, and this is a real miracle, a miracle, a manifestation of the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit. The agitated bishop presented the facts in as brief language as possible, with a great deal of praise for God, of course.

"My God!"

"God forbid!"

"Is it true?"

The wounded soldiers were shocked by the unexpected news, which spread throughout the wounded battalion in a blink of an eye, as if it had grown wings. Bursts of prayer and praise suddenly rang out from the wounded barracks, and now they were more sincere and full of devotion and the power of faith than they had just been.

"Walk toward the light, lest darkness come upon you." The bishop looked up at the sky, raised his hands in prayer, and began to recite quotes from the Bible.

"Walk toward the light, lest darkness come upon you." The wounded soldiers, whether they could raise their hands or not, looked in the direction of heaven and prayed aloud.

It was very labor-saving, and unless they were injured in the chest and abdomen, they had to lie on their backs on a stretcher, looking in the direction of heaven.

"That light is the true light, which enlightens all who are born into the world." The bishop's voice was stirring, and he probably had never led so many people to prayer at once in his life.

"That light is the true light, which enlightens all who are born into the world." As long as they could speak, the wounded soldiers echoed loudly, and even those with neck injuries that were difficult to pronounce were squirming their lips and praying in their hearts.

Many people burst into tears with excitement, and many more felt that their hearts were cleansed and filled with strength, and almost all of them could feel the brilliance of the Lord, an invisible power that filled their bodies, and it was they who were not afraid of life and death, and who were not afraid of pain.

If you are not a devout believer, you cannot understand this emotion, but you only have to think about the "buzzing" period in another time and space to understand this kind of fanaticism, which really knows no race and no borders.

"Brother, what are they doing?" Gao Hongshi and the others were all shocked by the wounded soldiers who had fallen into a frenzy, and unconsciously gathered around Qin Zhiyuan, seeking collective strength.

"Faith, that's the power of faith." Qin Zhiyuan looked around the wounded barracks in a frenzy, as an agent in another time and space, he had seen too many similar scenes, and even the scene in front of him was pediatric compared to what Qin Zhiyuan had seen.

"Dear Qin, please allow me to call you so, for this miracle, I must report it, and if possible, I need your cooperation." I don't know when, the bishop came to Qin Zhiyuan's side and whispered softly.

If the religious powers of the West are divided into regions, the bishop of a region is equivalent to the chief executive of the region. When a "miracle" occurs in a region, the local bishop will definitely report it, in the church, this is the greatest credit, if nothing else, the promotion of a regional bishop to a cardinal is simply a sure thing, if the more can behave and come to things, maybe they can covet the position of the pope and break the monopoly of the Italians on the pope.

"Of course, we'll be happy to help you if you need it." Qin Zhiyuan knew that this was a matter that would be beneficial to both parties, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Well, then, good luck to you and good luck to me, we all need God to bless." The bishop stretched out his hand to Qin Zhiyuan, his expression very formal: "Nice to meet you, Ryder Auerbach. ”

"Uh...... Mr. Auerbach, it's a pleasure to know you. Qin Zhiyuan was dumbfounded, it seems that the person in front of him is the true son of heaven, and he was born with the destiny of being a cardinal.