A beam of sunlight shone down from the sky, Jia Changsheng slowly opened his eyes, and countless news poured in like a tide.

This is a world of the end of the Dharma, where I have lived for twenty-eight years, and only today have I awakened to my past and present lives.

Jacques Breg is his name, but there are also memories of his two younger sisters.

"Child, have you really decided to leave town and pursue your own mission?" a gentle voice thought in his ear, and a loving gaze looked at him.

Jia Changsheng didn't care about combing through the news, subconsciously followed the reaction of his body, and said to the kind old man in front of him: "Dear Father Hubert Harding, I have decided to take my due responsibility and make due contributions to our world, our planet, our society and my family."

"Jacques, I'm glad to hear this," Father Hubert Harding's eyes showed a look of remembrance: "Poor child, Lord of the Light will bless you"

"Your parents will also be in the kingdom of God of our Lord, silently blessing you," Hubert Harding said to Jia Changsheng, and his expression was a little depressed when he mentioned the word "parents".

Jia Changsheng smiled at Hubert Harding, and knew from his memory that a year ago today was the day of the death of his reincarnated parents.

Perhaps it was the storage of divine power as the reason for awakening the past and present lives, Jacques was frail and sickly since he was a child, and his parents took great care of him to barely survive to this day.

If you think about it carefully, Jia Changsheng owes this family a lot of kindness. The grace of a lifetime may be the current situation.

"Have you thought of where to go, child, for your sister Maria and Lois prayed to our Lord last Christmas. I hope that their brother can regain his confidence in life and come out of his self-isolation bravely," Hubert Harding thought of last Christmas's scene, and the kind smile on his face became even stronger.

After a slight pause, Hubert Harding slowly continued to Jia Changsheng: "Jacques, your experience is sympathetic."

"Can I give you a word of advice as a priest?" said Hubert Harding's inquiring eyes, his tone full of respect.

Jia Changsheng looked at Father Hubert Harding in front of him and nodded at him without thinking, as if reflexively showing a serious and sincere gaze: "This is my honor."

"When you feel that the world is full of despair, you must know that your misery is only an inconspicuous wave in the eyes of our Lord, and that his fraternity will give you strength and courage," said Hubert Harding, with a look of convincing on his face.

In a trance, Jia Changsheng saw Paul's figure, and this moment was the moment that belonged to the divine stick. He is the ancestral god of a world, reincarnated in the way of a doppelganger, but he didn't expect that the first day of awakening was the day when he believed in the god of another world.

The absurdity of life made him cry and laugh in his heart.

Looking at Jia Changsheng's strange eyes, Hubert Harding was a little embarrassed and let out a sigh: "Alas......"

"Today's young people, though they can come to church to pray every Christmas, at the strong request of us bad old men, are gradually becoming less and less faithful," said Hubert Harding, his straight back a little rickety.

looked at Jia Changsheng with worry, sadness and helplessness: "In the face of such a general trend, I dare not express dissent"

"After all, hundreds of years ago, during the Renaissance, a copy of The Theory of Evolution and a copy of The Origin of Species proved that the God of Light did not exist. Even the popes, who inhabit the Holy Land of the Western Unions, acknowledge this fact," said Hubert Harding, with a pause.

The voice sounded again, although it was very flat, but it felt like countless Holy Light Church believers were questioning this world: "Children, is the lack of faith really a good thing for us humans?"

"When the heart has no home, when people who want to repent and atone for their sins have no sustenance, when humanity loses this great embrace. All of this will ultimately make the world what it is," Hubert Harding said in a tone that grew deeper.

Looking at Hubert Harding, who was a little sad, Jia Changsheng said slowly to him: "Priest, your view is a little pessimistic. Hundreds of years ago, during the Renaissance, it was proven that gods did not exist, and humanity was not devastated by this event."

"Maybe," Hubert Harding interrupted Jia Changsheng's next words. Reaching out to the window on the left, he asked, "Do you see the sunlight shining in through the window?"

"See" Jia Changsheng looked in the direction of Hubert Harding's finger, and saw a beam of sunlight shining right between himself and the priest, and replied without thinking.

Hubert smiled at Jia Changsheng and asked without hesitation: "Can you tell me, what do you see in this ray of sunshine?"

"Of course, you can also go back and think about it, don't be in a hurry to answer," Hubert Harding said to Jia Changsheng.

Jia Changsheng said without thinking: "I feel bright, warm and pure white in this sunshine"

Father Hubert Harding didn't speak, just shook his head at Jia Changsheng.

Seeing Hubert Harding shaking his head, Jia Changsheng looked puzzled, but he didn't ask.

"You can feel the warmth from this ray of sunshine, and I'm proud of you," Hubert Harding praised Jia Changsheng and continued: "From a scientific point of view, light is the most colorful."

"Jacques, are you convinced of this conclusion?" Hubert asked Jia Changsheng, his expression a little serious.

Jia Changsheng replied solemnly to Hubert Harding: "Yes"

"As a priest, I can tell you that our world is like a calm sea with waves in the middle of the sea," Hubert Harding said to Jia Changsheng. There was a sparkle of wisdom in his eyes.

The words changed, revealing a pious look, and he said in a slow tone: "These invisible waves can destroy the world at any time, so the world needs redemption, and the God of Light also needs redemption."

Hearing the word redemption, Jia Changsheng's eyes lit up. A power of faith that only he could see rose to the sky and surged towards his body.

No, to be exact, these powers of faith do not fly to the body, but to a divine light of a god.

The precipitation of faith in the end of the world is really a good place to harvest.

"Thank you for the advice, I will keep it in mind," Jia Changsheng said to Hubert Harding.

Hubert Harding didn't notice anything wrong, and said slowly to Jia Changsheng: "You are a good boy, my lord will bless you."

Jia Changsheng bowed to Hubert Harding, turned and walked out of the church.