After six days, Jesus took Peter, James, and John, James' brother, and went up into the mountains privately. And he was transfigured in front of them. His face was as bright as the sun, and his garments were as white as light. ◆ Enlightenment ^ Meng ~ Book ^ Net.◆ - Gospel of Mark

The sky brightened silently, so fast, as fast as a thought - clouds, rocks, trees, buildings, and all sorts of creatures became clear.

The darkness leaves, and dawn comes.

Whether it was day or night, or the windows that were always open in rain and snow, naturally could not block the invasion of the thin mountain fog and the icy air, a regular bell rang, it was the bell that summoned the people surnamed Strong Jacob for the first public prayer, Stefan had not heard it for nearly twenty years, but the habits that had been forcibly created in his childhood and youth still had some remnants, like small sharp flax thorns in a collarless shirt piercing his skin, and he did not resist them, Instead, he obediently put down the pen in his hand and knelt on the wet stone floor.

As he prayed, he closed his eyes, crossed his fingers into fists, and pressed his forehead against the back of the chair, describing the relief of St. Benedict's construction of St. Martin's church on his hot and cold skin.

Stephen's prayer was not as long and tedious as one might think, he stood up before he even heard the bell of the end, his Lord had heard his words, and had given him clear instructions as he had done before, his eyes were clear, his mind clear, he knew what he had done before, what he was doing now, and what he was going to do.

He returned to his desk and finished the letter.

The letter, which will reach the First Assistant Bishop of the Chancellor's Deacon, commonly known as the "Cardinal in Black," may surprise many and must include Stefan's teacher, shepherd, and guide, that is, in the usual sense. His baptist, Fr. Romero, is the current diocese bishop of St. Luke's district and most likely the coadjutor bishop of the future provincial archbishop.

Sunlight peeked in through the only window in the room, illuminating Stefan's fingers, a little bit of mineral ink on the side of his little finger glowing a peacock's feather blue-green in the sunlight.

The priest did not notice, or had noted, but was not interested in paying attention to the little matter for a moment, and stood in front of the window, where he could look out over the east side and part of the north and south sides of the great mansion, and the courtyard was empty. By the way, the Strang Jacobs are still doing morning prayers—in addition to the usual hymn singing, day lessons, and prayers, they also listen to the guiding speech of "Saint" Jared.

Because the morning air is too cold. So these mysterious, terrifying, and threatening words were recorded before dinner the day before, and Jared had a dedicated recording studio and two Strang Jacobs who were in charge of the work, and Jared had to allow the latter two to go to the devil's world for a short period of professional guidance, and he was glad that the two brothers had not fallen for a time that was beyond the control of the "saints", after several years of close surveillance and careful evaluation. Jared generously bestowed on them the title of "Elder".

Jared, who hadn't recorded a new song for more than a year since his illness worsened, wore huge headphones and listened to his voice contentedly, how loud and clear, like the morning bell of heaven ringing in his chest — just like he liked to hear before everyone else.

Not that night. Because the recording had to be processed, with a vast and sacred background music, the noise and broken sound were repaired. In some places speed up or slow down, increase the echoes, and make them sound less like a person speaking, but an angel or even a god calling or singing.

After the morning prayer, it was time for the Strong Jacobs to receive guidance. And the sound engineer did not give up the right to morning prayer, so they had to get up earlier than anyone else in order to arrange everything. Sometimes you have to stay up all night.

Before Stefan's "return", only Saint Jared was able to pray in his prayer room, which was once his sole privilege. Stefan's contempt angered the saints, but time has passed, and now Stefan is no longer the crying little boy at the mercy of others, he has power, his own ideas and ideas, and rights - not just from the Supervisory Council.

A long-awaited grey goose came in through the window, and Stefan tied the letter enclosed in a small metal tube to its feet, and the grey goose quietly pecked at its feathers and jumped out of the window in a strange position, it could be said to have fallen a little, but as it had estimated, a warm current of air lifted it up,

"It's not the first time," said the Pope, "but I have to say, dear Rattlelan, it's wonderful. He was sitting in the warm garden, the sun was shining, and then suddenly a gray goose fell, which seemed to want to land on his knees, but the place was so small that it had to retreat and smash into the fountain only a few feet from the Pope, and St. Paul XVI, who was seventy-two years old and looked like an ordinary but lovely little old man, became wet as a result.

“…… But I think, Your Majesty, or maybe I should ask him to change his means of communication. Rattle Blue said, wiping the Pope's hair, which was as white as wool and his beard, with a large dry towel.

"Why, I think it's funny. Kid, I'm old and need a little surprise. ”

"But I and your guards were frightened!" "It's dangerous, because they don't know if they should shoot down a bird that's clearly coming at you—they can carry so many things, and a lot more than letters, like microscopic liquid explosives, or anthrax—even for safety, I think an email that might be intercepted is better than a bird that can be shot down at any moment by poachers or curious children."

The Pope tilted his head and smiled mischievously: "But the problem is, it was none other than me who made him do this." Then he wisely added before the first assistant bishop's thick eyebrows of the hall tangled together: "Of course, I will tell him in the next letter that there is no need to continue—he can write to me in other ways, for example." My r. ”

"I was about to tell you, Your Majesty, your other ......" the First Assistant Bishop swallowed the words "unbelievable": "The idea is supported, and an hour ago, the Inquisition ruled that following your social media accounts or your website can grant amnesty to the faithful – especially that they must become your followers and not let the birds fly away with a cry."

"Well described, dear Rattle Blue." The Pope stroked the grey goose that had only been fortunate enough to crawl on his noble knees. Its feathers dry quickly, and the place where it is located is quite warm, plus it has flown thousands of kilometers before. So it closed its eyes and fell asleep, and the Pope looked down and lowered his voice: "I think maybe I could add a small speech after the Mass the day after tomorrow – a small urge."

"Anything about your social media?"

"No, it's not just that." The Pope felt the warmth of the little one, sleeping sweetly in his arms, his belly sinking with his breath, his fingers resting on his wings, his smooth feathers rippling in the sun, life always worthy of awe. "I want them to be able to use all of them, whatever the traditional way — confession," he thought. Spreading doctrines and dictating scriptures, books, pictures, or those that are not very traditional – videos, animations, meals, WeChat, websites, ...... And so on, as long as it can be heard and seen. Rattle Blue, though I know, the process is bound to be difficult and bumpy – in the beginning. It can be confusing, embarrassing, and even infuriating – and I know there are still people who think the internet and mobile phones are the devil's creatures. ”

"Kids nowadays are always impatient. There are so many things they need and want to receive that they can't really understand and familiarize themselves with, and they can't even sit down and have a meal in peace. But we can't just shrug our shoulders and watch them glide into the abyss at such speed—that's not a reason," he continued serenely, "not a reason, as shepherds, it's their only duty to guide the lambs on the right path, and if you don't, you're undoubtedly derelict in your duty—even if Satan stomps on the concrete floor of a hospital hallway, as the movie assumes, that's our sin, a sin that can never be forgiven." ”

After saying this, the servants of God fell into a short period of contemplation, and after about six or seven minutes, he looked up, "Tomorrow is Friday?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Can I have some salmon custard?" The old man asked hopefully.

“…… If you promised not to sneak into the kitchen and add too much cheese to the minced fish...... I think it should be possible. ”

"Be temperate and awake, for your adversary the devil is like a roaring lion that goes about in search of whom he may devour." —1 Job 5:8

In the current "saint" Jared is a person who is keen on power, honor and **, even if he is almost paralyzed, the twice-daily meeting never stops, there are a total of seventy-two elders in White Salt City, responsible for various affairs, they come in batches, in a small room to meet with Jared alone, Jared cares about everything, no matter how big or small, and there is always only one person who can make decisions - himself.

Now there's a second person.

Stefan didn't come back because he missed his homeland, he was burdened with wishes, tasks, and orders, and they were quite urgent.

"Then leave that to ...... Elder Stefan," Jared said, the corners of his mouth peculiarly crooked, "I trust that my son will make a just and merciful judgment. ”

"Ghoul" Hopkins is now at least a thousand kilometers away from White Salt City, but the tragedy he personally brewed is still going on - the loss of the White Salt City Supervisory Council is not small, there are several empty seats on the elder's table, and their wives, daughters, and sisters add up to more than two hundred, of course, this may not be a bad thing, but how to distribute it is also a headache.

There were also a dozen strong and pious young men, who died, and the elders who had lost their nephews and sons declared that they would avenge their loved ones, and for this Jared gave a part of the benefits, and the daughters of the elders who had unfortunately died, and he gave them all over eighteen.

Truth be told, if the saint Jared wanted to do something, his reasons were much more substantial than those of the elders—the little prostitute who had given him a stick on his chest had been brought by the devil, his favorite warrior, his loyal little brother had been killed by Hopkins, and the monster and the devil's son made of sludge, excrement, and obscenity had destroyed his beloved daughter, though he could no longer remember who she was.

But Stefan said that if he wanted to be healthy and young, he couldn't hurt Sasha. Hopkins, and the people he watched.

ps:

Late leave note - sorry, I had an accident, I was injured, it happened suddenly, my parents couldn't use the Internet, and I was embarrassed to ask my colleagues for help, so I delayed until today.

Well, I don't dare to say how the update is, because there is an author who has also predicted this, and every forecast will have an accident - I, I still won't say it, anyway, do my best.

Here I would like to say a few words about the title of the Pope – according to the biographies I have read before, the Renaissance people called the Pope holy, and some people in Baidu said that they should be called "Holy Father" or "Holy Majesty", and finally I found the existing English title, which translates to Holy Majesty, and then I found a text "Our Most Holy Majesty, Pope Pius X received an accurate report on all this on Thursday of the following day, that is, on the fourth day of the same month of the same year, and His Majesty the Pope approved the decree of the most illustrious fathers, and commands that all of the above assertions be regarded as condemned and excluded, both individually and by all. and "the main errors of our time, which are forbidden in the exhortations, encyclicals, and epistles of Pope Pius IX of Our Holy Majesty." "So, here I have made an omission and addressed him directly.

((One second to remember)