Crystal of the Soul (4)

The cardinal looked at Edward and said kindly, "This is a humanistic thought produced during the Renaissance, and the ghost of death has been mocked by mortals. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info because they have nothing, so they are not actually afraid of death. People are different now, they are greedy for money and honor, they are physically alive but their spirit is dead. ”

The cardinal crossed his hands and made an analogy: "Is the contemplation of the pagans really comforting?" The answer is no. It's like the moon in the water, you can only see the shadow, but you can't catch it. The careerists, liars, tyrants, and drunkards of history, these arrogant sinners who wasted their lives and were pulled by the hair of death, will undoubtedly be punished by God. But can blind people, beggars, poor peasants, be relieved to be freed from the pain in their hearts just because the thought that death is not a misery for them? No, all the sorrows that are difficult to discharge, all the terrible fatalistic thoughts, are suppressed in the artist's heart and in his works. It's like a curse that mocks the fate of humanity, and it is impossible to avoid it. ”

After a pause, the cardinal continued: "This is the most poignant satire of reality, a true portrayal of society. It is sin and misfortune that are shocking; And we are artists of another century, what will we depict with our own blood and tears? Are we going to look for the destiny that humanity deserves today in the mind of death? Are we to beg for the mercy of death as punishment for injustice and reparation for suffering? ”

"No, we're not the walking dead, we're going to live better. Therefore, we no longer believe in the nothingness of the grave, nor do we believe that a reluctant escape can be exchanged for the salvation of the soul. We want our lives to be good, but the dark reality dashes our hopes. It's as if Jerusalem had left filth and war, and we can't imagine it! ”

"We rejoice in the richness of hope, and keep our hearts and souls in hope. In this world, everyone deserves happiness, but happiness does not belong to everyone. In fact, this world is full of sin, but we must find simple truth and pure friendship in a simple life. Death should be neither a punishment for happiness nor a consolation for misfortune. God did not use death as a punishment for life, nor did he use death as compensation for life. ”

Since God has blessed every life, a desolate tomb should not be a refuge. Sending those unfortunate people there would create a shortage of land and therefore drive up land prices, which is not in line with market economics. Therefore, the artists of our time, while facing death, must depict the pain of reality. I don't dare to judge whether their art can be passed on in the future, but I think they can give us a more real understanding of the struggles and pains of reality. ”

"This is a time when demons are dancing wildly, everything is filthy, and perhaps only the tomb embraced by death is peaceful. Now the robbers are prying the door of your house; The murderer is spying on you if you're asleep; Drug dealers are doing everything possible to shove unsalable drugs into your hands; The maker of the lie is spreading the peachy news that you are raising a second wife; Scammers and distributors are talking to you; Everything is so chaotic in reality, you don't even know which piece of information on the Internet is true. ”

But death knows everything, he knows the suffering of the poor, he knows who has forged counterfeit money, he knows who has deliberately framed innocent people...... But his persuasion does not convert the wicked, nor does it comfort all those who are afflicted......"

Edward interrupted the bishop, "My lord, I'm not here to hear your sermon. I have a sick person who needs your healing right now, and I beg you to hurry up! ”

The cardinal patted his forehead and said, "Look at me, forget all about business!" Young man, please come with me. ”

The Cardinal walked ahead, followed by Edward with Garin in his arms. Two men walked out of the church and into a desolate cemetery.

The cardinal walked over to a tombstone and leaned down to remove the weeds around him, revealing the vicissitudes of life on the tombstone.

Edward recognized it as Old English, and the text was to the effect of: When I was young, I was full of spirit and ambition, and I dreamed of changing the world, but as I got older and experienced, I found that I could not change the world, so I narrowed down and decided to change my country. But the goal was still too big, and then I entered middle age, and in desperation, I locked the object of my change to my closest family members. But the heavens do not follow people's wishes, and they all remain the same. As I grew older, I finally realized that I should change myself first and influence my family by example. If I can be a role model for my family first, maybe the next step will be to improve my country, and then I can even change the whole world, who knows?

The cardinal said to Edward kindly: "Young man, do you understand the meaning of it?" ”

Edward nodded, indicating that he had read the words.

It's a voice that bursts from a painful and tired chest, simple and unpretentious, yet timeless. A true poet is one who draws noble inspiration from poetry. Although there were no commendable achievements in his life, he realized the truth of life. The cardinal smiled.

The cardinal then made a horrifying gesture as he reached out and tore over the tombstone with a thud.

Edward looked at the cardinal in amazement, feeling that there was something strange about what he had done.

The cardinal brushed away the gravel from beneath the tombstone, revealing a cyan slab, which he grabbed through the gap and slammed it upwards, revealing the dark burial chamber. There were no bleak bones in the burial chamber, nor any funerary goods, just rusty iron boxes.

The cardinal stretched out his trembling hand and took the box into his bosom, as if it contained all the treasures of the world.

"It's been more than a thousand years, and it's still as beautiful as it was back then!" The cardinal looked at the box and exclaimed.

"Young man, do you know what's in here?" The cardinal asked.

Edward shook his head and said, "Lord Bishop, I don't know what's inside, but I guess it's a rare treasure. ”

The cardinal stroked his beard and replied, "You guessed it, this is the treasure I've been saving for most of my life." ”

Edward frowned and said, "Lord Bishop, don't joke with me. This tomb is more than a thousand years old, and even the bones are about to turn to ashes. How could this be your grave? ”

The cardinal nodded, affirmatively, "Yes, young man, this is my grave. More than 1,000 years have passed, but I can still remember what it looked like when I was buried. ”

Edward was a little surprised and stunned when he heard the cardinal's words, and he looked at the old man in front of him blankly, thinking that it was incredible!

"No, it can't be! Don't make such jokes, Lord Bishop, my heart can't stand it! Edward looked at the cardinal and exclaimed.

The cardinal looked at Edward with sharp eyes, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "That's right, this is my grave, I have been regarded as a saint here for a long time!" It used to be a beautiful plain with pastures, fields, and a flock of happy birds. The dark brown earth is inlaid with green lines, and the leaves are slightly reddish in autumn. The rain had just left streaks of stagnant water in the furrows, and as long as the golden sun shone on it, it shone like silver threads. There was a slight moisture in the earth, and as the sun rose, it gradually disappeared without a trace. I was lying in the grave, and my simple heart was so quiet. Whenever the wind blows through the woods and hillsides, there is a soft tune that rises like a breeze. ”

"I've been accustomed to this tune in the middle of a thousand years of sleep. Whenever the cloud of freedom floats past me, I call to it affectionately, and my voice flies into the sky. Here my heart is still able to commune with the divine feelings that dominate the immortal and sublime creation. If I were to describe my life for myself, I could say to you that I had no worries in the quiet of the tomb. ”

"Over the course of the millennium, I have seen the young child grow older, and his child repeats his experiences and stories. The furrow in front of me was filled in and covered with a new one. The traces left by human beings, as long as there is a little soil, can erase it, and next year the field ditch will be one after another. I was in the forgotten void and saw what was in front of me so happy. ”

Edward stared blankly at the cardinal, who had now fully believed his words.

After saying this, the cardinal gazed affectionately at the graves around the church, with an indescribable feeling that lingered in his mind......

It took a long time for the cardinal to come to his senses, and he smiled at Edward, and said, "Hey, look at me, how ridiculous! What am I saying to you? How can a young man yearn for a grave? ”

Edward nodded and said softly, "Your Excellency, what you said really makes me yearn for it. Maybe only in the grave can there be no worries! ”

The cardinal sighed, as if with an infinite attachment to the grave, and he looked into the distance, lost in thought......

After a few minutes, the cardinal came to his senses and said to Edward, "Young man, now I'll show you what's inside the iron box. ”

After the cardinal finished speaking, he opened the rusty iron box, and immediately a dazzling light burst out from it.

After the brilliant brilliance dissipated, many soul crystals appeared in front of Edward. (To be continued.) )