People prostrate on the ground with a reverent face, muttering hymns in the holy scriptures, as if as long as they face the silent idol, their own ** and soul can be baptized and redeemed, and their wishes will be fulfilled.

But among these people who kept prostrating, one of them who only stood and prayed, but did not kneel and pray, was very abrupt, he was draped in a gray robe, his face was all hidden in the hood, but the shining eyes that seemed to speak could reveal a little what he was thinking at the moment.

He looked at the people who were prostrating themselves on the ground, and his eyes were both disdainful and pity.

It seems to say: "What is the use of praying to the speechless stone statue?"

In what people do in their daily lives, they never seem to think about the existence of gods. Greed for money, overflowing for catharsis, never praying on time because of laziness, rage and irritability because they don't agree with their own hearts, how can there be gods in the hearts of these people.

However, when the time of need came, people thought of the gods again, and they flocked to the church, humbly praying for their sins, as if the gods were like the vendors who opened a department store, and the prayers that did not require money were the currency of faith, and as long as they praised a few words, their wishes were like commodities on the shelves, which were taken down by the gods and put into their own hands.

However, these fools do not know that the gods are high up and do not need such an exchange. People are lambs, and he is the shepherd.

Perhaps the gods were always silent, and it is precisely because of this that the shepherds never spoke to the sheep except for the occasional shout.

What are the Holy Religions and the priesthood, wagging their heads and tails at the side of God, in front of the sheep's flock?

In the row of confession rooms on the side of the church, doors are constantly opened, and people are coming in and out, and the people who enter are full of seriousness, I don't know if they are nervous because they have to face the priest, or because they want to reveal their sins to outsiders, so they are ashamed?

Some of the people who came out were full of relief, as if they had let go of the big stone in their hearts. There are even more people with tears in their eyes, as if they recognize their mistakes, seem to be reforming themselves, and being good people. Of course, there are also many people with a straight face, expressionless, not knowing what is going on in their hearts, can't even the agents of the gods forgive the sins in their hearts?

If a painter is allowed to paint here, then he will be so happy that he will dance and forget his feelings, and where else can he see more diverse human beings than the church?

Perhaps there is no one else in the home except for the private, and only in front of the gods will people let go of their guards and become their true selves.

Only the gods can see through all kinds of falsehoods that the seven tricks are exquisite and unpredictable.

People lined up in an orderly manner, and as soon as the door of a confessional room was opened, the first person would enter the confessional room and confess to the priest. It was already the turn of the hooded man in the line, but he always asked the people behind him to cut in line, and he still seemed to be waiting for something.

Finally, when the first confession room leaning on the idol was vacant, he walked quickly to the confession room, and the people who had been puzzled suddenly realized that he had his own special requirements for the order of the confession room.

But why did he have to go into this confession room, and what was so special about this confession room?

By the time he entered the confessional room, the priest's voice had already sounded, with a kind of unwavering determination in his majesty, very different from ordinary priests.

"God said, 'Let him who is honest have the virtue of being forgiven.' Child, you can say it, and I will listen carefully and convey it to you. ”

"I have not come today to atone for my sins, but to add glory. I would like to be a firm shield and a sharp spear, and I will use everything to burn the holy fire, and add a little more splendor to the holy. ", replied the hooded man respectfully.

After listening for a moment, the priest's voice came again, as if with a sense of relief, "Child, you are finally here. ”

"I dare not come at your beckon. ”

"The Holy See has already replied to your request that day. ", replied the priest unhurriedly.

"How's the reply?", there was a hint of urgency in the hooded man's voice.

"Your status is noble and special, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to take on a big responsibility. ", replied the priest.

"How could it be! You are the patriarch of Shenghui City, who else has such qualifications besides you!" the hooded man's voice couldn't help but rise a little.

If an outsider hears their conversation, they must be surprised, and there is only one Patriarch of the Holy Radiance, and naturally the Patriarch of Lisbon who guides Grievous the Great in interpreting the Holy Scriptures. His status in the Holy Sect is noble, and it can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of the Holy Sect, and even in the secular world of the Holy Radiance City, he also has a great attraction.

Just imagine, even the emperor admired him a lot, and who dared to disrespect him.

But why didn't such a great man sit upright in the Cathedral of the Holy Radiance, but in this remote chapel, as a faceless confessing priest?

"Don't be anxious, kid. Who is qualified to speak in the presence of the gods? We are just a group of people who serve the gods, trembling, and only thinking about spreading the glory of God on earth. ", the priest sighed.

As if anticipating the hooded man's unwillingness, he comforted: "The Holy See will not ignore a devout believer like you. And don't forget, I'm just a substitute for the gods in the world, and there is only one agent for the gods in the world. ”

"You mean, yes...... Is that the one?", the hooded man shouted excitedly, and he didn't dare to say the name for some reason.

"Yes, Your Excellency has promised to take you as your godson in person in front of everyone in the City of Divine Radiance, including your father and nobles, on the occasion of the New Year's sermon. ”

"Child, you should understand what a great honor, how much authority, what a deep hope and trust. ”

"Don't let His Majesty the Pope down. The Patriarch of Lisbon concluded, saying that he had no extra instructions, and that he believed that the young man across the planks would understand the power and cost of this promise, and that all should be careful and sincere in fulfilling this promise with all their might, and that there would be no choice or room for regret.

Even the king lying in the palace was no exception.

The hooded man bowed his head respectfully, "I would like to build an earthly kingdom of heaven for the gods, so that everyone can praise the greatness and holiness of God with a loud voice." ”

He also made his own promise, which cannot be reversed, cannot be changed, and must be fulfilled.