Chapter 176: Holy Relic

Rotun didn't know much about European history, and was limited to the general knowledge of middle school history. Moreover, the chronology is not clear, and several major events are often confused. As for Joan of Arc, he had a very simple impression of a French woman in the Hundred Years' War between England and France, then framed by the French nobles themselves and finally burned at the stake.

As for what is the cause of this Joan of Arc, and what is going on in the British and French centuries, this is an absolute confusion for Rotong.

Hearing Father Dartmund talk about Joan of Arc's relics may have been a novelty for others, but it had little impact on Rotong, who was all about demons.

He just nodded slightly, "oh", and said nothing more. However, Du Xiaoxiao, who was beside him, widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "You guys were talking about Joan of Arc just now?" Joan of Arc in France? ”

Dartmont nodded slightly and said in Chinese, "Yes, Joan of Arc of France." We have her relics here. ”

Du Xiaoxiao gently pulled Luo Tong's arm and said, "That person, that Joan of Arc is very powerful." However, the Inquisition said that she was a witch and that she was possessed by the devil. ”

Luo Tong's heart moved slightly, realizing that in such a secluded church, the relics of Joan of Arc seemed to be very unusual. After all, Joan of Arc's canonization was a twentieth-century affair, and before that, her influence on Germany was not too great, and it was more confined to the Anglo-French world. And this monastery, far from the Anglo-French battlefield, actually went back to keep the relics of Joan of Arc, and apparently something emerged from it.

Father Dartmont led several men into the back porch of the monastery through the side door and explained: "Joan of Arc has been burned twice, the first time when the Inquisition opened the dust so that it was certain that she was dead. Then they burned it again, making sure that people couldn't collect her ashes. ”

There was a pause. He continued: "However, we all know that it is difficult for ordinary flames to completely ablate human skeletons. In the East, there will be things like glass beads. What are they called? ”

"Relics."

Luo Tong replied that the so-called relics are not necessarily the product of great monks, which has been scientifically proven. But the real relics beads. But it is extremely rare and rare. It was the product of a surplus at a higher temperature, as exemplified by the beads in Du Xiaoxiao's hand.

Father Dartmund nodded and said, "Yes." It was that, at the time of Joan of Arc, it was rumored that the executioners poured all the ashes into the Seine. However, the reality is that among the remnants of her ashes, there are a total of seventeen relics like relics. They called it 'Holy Crystals', and eventually Salamen Church got four of them. ”

Rothon did not know what the results of such a burning would be, nor did he know how Salamen Church had obtained the four crystals from the British, but now Father Dartmont brought it up. Apparently there is a special purpose.

The Salamen Church looked empty and silent, and several people walked in the cloister for a long time, but there was no sign of the other priests. According to Father Dartmont, as ascetics, most of the clergy in the church sat upright in their huts and recited scriptures for many hours a day.

As a church rebuilt after the war, Salamen Church should have one or more financiers behind it. Father Dartmont is not shy about this. Several consortia in the United States rebuilt the church, not caring that the church had been struggling to make ends meet.

It's this one with tempered glass everywhere. The entire cloister and hall are shrouded in a blurred light, like a church walking between machinery and history, and the overall layout is not much different from other churches. The place where the bodies were parked was directly below the church and was guarded.

"Here, don't use what you call soul energy at will."

Father Dartmund reminded: "There is a very strong power below, and we have quite a few ascetics who end up parked underneath. Or even go below, then go on a hunger strike and slowly die. In fact, their eyes are still shining, and we can't make a statement. Whether they are really dead. ”

Luo Tong nodded slightly, becoming more and more curious about this monastery.

Father Dartmund knocked softly on the door of the hut next to the cave in the ground and spoke a few words of German inside. He took the key from a thin hand, drew a cross on his chest, and said, "Let's go down." ”

He didn't ask Rotong to see the abbot of the monastery, but that's normal. In fact, there was nothing to talk about between Luo Tong and the dean, and it was enough for Father Dartmund to deal with the matter of demons.

As soon as he opened the door to the underground space, Luo Tong felt a very clear spiritual energy coming to him. This psionic energy doesn't feel sharp, but it has an irresistible core power when it staggers past Luo Tong and them.

After a moment of silence, Luo Tong turned his head to look at Xu Shanshan on the other side. Just now, before the door was opened, Xu Shanshan suddenly shook Luo Tong's hand. This shows that she has a sense of that psionic energy in advance.

Realizing that Luo Tong was looking at him, Xu Shanshan smiled, and there was a slight oozing sweat in her hands, and she didn't know if it was because of fear or something else.

Following Father Dartmon, who seemed unaware of this, several people walked into the corridor together. There are electric lights in the underground passage, so it is not dark, and you can faintly feel gusts of wind flowing in this underground space, which indicates that the underground is not closed.

Behind a corridor that winds around for hundreds of meters is a series of stairs that extend underground. The walls on both sides of the corridor and staircase are covered with a large amount of text. It looks like a graffiti wall on which visitors leave their names to prove that they have been here.

The difference is that most of the writing on these walls has a faint glimmer, which is exactly the will or entrustment of the ascetics when they bid farewell to this world. More precisely, this is the "deceased instrument".

Consider the words of Father Dartmont, and the ascetics, feeling that time was running out, freshened up, took no food and water, and walked into the road themselves. Then as you walk, you pray, and write your thoughts on the wall. Walk all the way and write all the way to the depths of this underground space.

Xu Shanshan felt a little nervous, although she couldn't read these words, she vaguely felt that these words seemed to converge into a low whisper, constantly echoing in her ears. (To be continued!)

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