Chapter 313: The Holy Sound of July

The clock moved to early July.

The unicorn's ascension is so gentle that it does not even detect any changes in the energy field from the observation instruments of the scientific community, and it travels all over the world, observing everything of interest from all angles.

There is a strange phenomenon that when the Qilin is in this peaceful progression process, it seems that it cannot restrain its power, so the place where it passes is often as if it has been stripped of its bad luck.

If you are careful about it, you will find that in the past a special period of time, some cities or regions will have surprising zero accidents.

You must know that the dense urbanized population now makes each city crowded with a large number of people and vehicles, plus other hidden dangers, there are many small accidents that can be seen and seen, and it is difficult to avoid zero accidents.

And if you sit down and compare, you will find that the zero accident area is actually one by one, and the string is a trace line to follow.

Later, after the unicorn flew out of the earth a few times, this phenomenon gradually disappeared.

Wu Wei's subordinates have also added a golden middle-level creature since then, and they have an ability that has never appeared before many alchemy creatures - blessing.

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(I solemnly explain to friends of all religions that this book is just a fictional world, before the protagonist appears, the original setting of the world in the book is a demonless environment, and any content that appears is only a plot, not a realistic reference, nor does it represent the author's point of view, thank you!)

When it comes to international influence, the first thing that many people think of today is the five permanent members of the United Nations Security Council, followed by Germany, Japan, India and other countries.

But there is a small country that is often overlooked, but it has the power to influence the vast majority of the world's countries.

That's the Vatican, a state within a state.

On May 6 this year, the Swiss Guard recited the oath that had remained unchanged for more than four centuries, as in previous years.

Pope Peter Beagle is in deep fear.

The development of Catholicism in the world is relatively good, but there is a worrying but indisputable fact.

That is, with the passage of time, the faith of young people today in the Lord is becoming more and more lacking with the rhythm of modern information.

In the same way, it is inevitable that the Vatican will move closer and closer to religious shrines as purely tourist attractions.

This year, the scene of the oath of the guards has caused even more concern for the Pope.

Although the guards of the Holy Land were still meticulous and their oaths were solemn and solemn enough, he always felt that something was missing in his tone.

In the middle of the night, when he couldn't sleep, Peter suddenly sat up from his bed.

He understood that what the guards lacked was faith, right and wrong, but faith.

Peter, now 75, believes that the lads are still Christians, and even if some of them may not be extremely religious, they cannot be said to lack faith.

But as a knight of the guard, it was the highest honor in ancient times, and a knight should have the character and belief of a knight, a sword, a shield, and a light.

But now the Guard, those young people see it more as a profession to earn a living, and maybe add a stroke to their resumes in the future.

Perhaps previous generations of popes did not have to worry about such problems, but now they can't.

Because Peter knew that the world was changing.

As the Pope, Peter naturally has his own channels of information, and the old Pope is also online.

He knew that the world was in the midst of some kind of change, and that change could be just some kind of turmoil like the apocalyptic upheaval of the day, or it could be some kind of great change.

He has read a lot of trivial news on the Internet, but there are also many believers who have reported their personal experiences to him.

Peter knew those people, the true faithful, who could never lie before himself as the Pope.

In other words, those events are true!

This was a wake-up call to Peter, who was a man of thought and idealism who always wanted to continue to carry forward Christianity in his own hands.

However, the difficulties in reality are more serious than expected, and if they really develop as they expected, it is very likely that not only will they not be able to carry forward the teachings, but they will also slowly regress in their original achievements.

Especially the Druids, which began to become more and more active at some point, the incident in Ireland was spread like a god, and countless Christians "confronted" the Druids on the Internet.

But Peter, who knew from a reliable believer, that the events in Ireland might be true.

When other religions begin to exhibit "miracles", when things beyond the meaning of reality begin to become more frequent, a religion without fantastical characteristics loses its competitiveness in development.

And what about the "Lord"?

Tonight, Peter had insomnia again, and he got up from bed, put on a coat, and walked to the window.

The moon outside the window was bright, pulling Peter's shadow through the glass in a line.

As a person who has dedicated his life to the cause of religion, he also chooses to relieve the confusion in his heart in the form of prayer on such anxious nights.

Every believer has the right to confess and confess his problems to the priest, but how can he express his sorrow as a pope?

"Lord, maybe the world is changing, or maybe not, as your devout disciple, I feel lost, I know it shouldn't be, but if there's a chance, I hope you can guide me, Amen!"

After praying, Peter felt a well-up of fatigue and dragged his no longer young body to go back to bed.

Leave your worries to yourself tomorrow.

But after only a few steps, Peter paused.

I seemed to hear a slight sound just now, but when I heard it, it seemed to be an illusion.

But when he lay down on the bed, the voice sounded again.

Not auditory hallucinations!

"I heard a mysterious and melodious melody~"

"King David's playing delighted God~"

"But you don't really care about music, do you?"

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"The tormented king writes hallelujah~"

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah~"

"Hallelujah, Hallelujah~"

"Your faith is very strong, but you still need more evidence~"

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The song was melodious and uninaudible, and Peter lay quietly on the bed and listened, as if his soul had settled down.

He knew that this song was "Hallelujah" written by a Canadian folk singer, and as a widely sung song, it was almost a Catholic chant.

Who's singing? Which nun? What a good song!

Originally, around the Pope's bedchamber, no noise or singing was allowed at night, but Peter did not intend to blame it, and the singing calmed himself.

The melodious cappella gradually ends with the notes.

Peter pulled the quilt, maybe tonight, he can get a good night's sleep.

PS: Thank you for another 10,000 reward from the book friend "Keke a few cows".,The name of the unicorn coughs.,Anyway, it's good if you didn't kill me.。。。