The main hall of the cardinal office was very quiet, and it fell in place and did not come.

The Pope looked at Chen Changsheng quietly and said, "Since it is the view of the world, it can only be changed because of this world. ”

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "I still don't understand. ”

"You don't need to understand," the Pope said calmly...... Like us old people, we have experienced too many ups and downs, we have seen too many sunrises and sunsets, we have become numb to many things, many times the way we look at the world will be more boring, we don't mind using some not very beautiful means, or even do some things against our will, but many times, we do this, not to keep something, but because we are soberly aware of our responsibility. ”

"Responsibility?" Chen Changsheng asked.

"Yes, the longer you live, the greater the responsibility. "Our responsibility to the world, which has become heavier with the passage of time, has a responsibility to seek a better future for humanity, for which we can bear the stigma, whatever the cost, I was an enemy of your teacher back then, and now I am an enemy of my mother," the Pope said. ”

With that, the Pope walked into the depths of the basilica and never reappeared.

Chen Changsheng and Luoluo walked out of the main hall, walked down the stone steps, and came to the maple forest in front of the cardinal's office.

In the spring, the maple grove is blue, but at dusk it is blood-red, and at night, it turns black.

It turns out that the so-called colors are all dyed by heaven and earth.

It didn't take long for a heavy bell to ring in the temple.

The bells rang in the palace.

When the bell rang, it was a sign of homecoming.

In the national religious classics, it has always been believed that death is not as good as a lamp going out, but the soul will not stay in the present world, but will return to the sea of stars.

Between the stars and the ocean in the night sky is the kingdom of God, heaven, and eternal home.

The soul of Archbishop Merissa, the moment the bell rang, passed away peacefully, and his soul was silent in the sea of stars.

There is no conspiracy, no magnificent and magnificent ending, just leaving calmly and ordinarily according to the laws of life, just like many ordinary old people.

But he was no ordinary old man after all, he was the oldest and highest-ranking Templar Archbishop of the State Church.

He has seen three popes, four generations of saints, Emperor Taizong, Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Wang Zhice, the life and death of Baicao Garden, the blood and fire in the Anglican Academy, he has seen countless years, knows countless secrets, and those years and secrets will be buried together with his departure.

Listening to the bell, Chen Changsheng looked up at the night sky, only to see that the stars in the sky were hidden or separated by the leaves swaying in the wind.

He didn't know which the Bishop's natal star was, and he couldn't see it, but he knew that the star should be dimming at this time.

If death is really the return of the soul to the sea of stars, then what about the stars that will darken?

The bells continued to ring, and chariots continued to arrive from all over Kyoto, and the big names came to express their condolences in person. Chen Changsheng stood in the woods, looking at these pictures, and did not speak—he saw the head of the Tianhai family, Xue Xingchuan, Mo Yu, Chen Liuwang, who was holding back tears, and Xu Shiji.

He didn't want to meet these people, so he walked hand in hand with Luoluo through the woods, came to a relatively secluded street, and returned to the Anglican College together.

This is the first time in a long time that Luoluo has spent the night at the National Education Academy, and Jin Yulu followed him all the way, knowing that the situation was special tonight, so he didn't say anything.

Chen Changsheng took her directly to the lakeside, climbed the big banyan tree, sat side by side, looked at the stars in the sky and water, and spoke softly.

He said a lot of things, the things in Xining Town, the things in Zhou Yuan, and many things that happened all the way back to the south that he thought were sinister, bloody and cruel, he didn't tell her last time, and he said it tonight.

Luoluo listened quietly and didn't say anything.

"It's really hard to ripen, because it's hard to grasp the degree of it, and when the fruit is ripe, it's easy to rot. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "I still insist that living should not be about fighting. ”

After saying this, he let Luoluo go to sleep, and he continued to sit on the big banyan tree, thinking about something.

Su Li taught him three swords, the wisdom sword is very powerful, all kinds of calculations and deductions, that is battle, the burning sword is very powerful, all kinds of burning lives, that is fighting, but what he really likes is the stupid sword, because the stupid sword needs courage, and it is not a battle.

He just wanted to live, he never wanted to fight, he didn't like to fight, but to be alive, sometimes fighting is inevitable, especially when you need to take responsibility.

Until now, he didn't know what the responsibility Archbishop Merissa wanted to bear, but he understood that attitude.

He closed his eyes on the big banyan tree, but he didn't sleep all night.

At five o'clock in the morning, he opened his eyes, just like every day, but his eyes were bloodshot. He took five deep breaths, meditated and cleared, walked along the lakeside under the tree, moved his somewhat stiff body, ate two bowls of Xuanyuan porridge in the stove room, and made an exception to eat half a salted duck egg.

"There should be a lot of people going to the Catholic Office today to offer condolences, and you are there on behalf of the Anglican Academy. He said to Luoluo.

Luoluo thought about today's battle, and didn't want to leave, but he couldn't withstand Chen Changsheng's eyes, so he had to nod.

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The morning light gradually receded, and the outside of Baihua Lane gradually became lively, and the temporary pergola was already full of people. The best place belonged not to the most powerful people, but to the painters and storytellers of the four major workshops, who were responsible for recording all the details of today's battle and spreading it throughout Kyoto and the entire continent.

Zhou Ziheng had already arrived, standing in front of the National Education College, feeling a little regretful.

――It's a bit embarrassing to challenge a young man who has passed through the Netherworld with the cultivation of the Gathering Star Realm, but the other party is the dean of the National Religious Academy after all. So he thinks that today's battle will definitely greatly enhance his reputation, and he doesn't dare to say how much he will improve on the list, but at least let more people know his name.

As a guest secretary, fame is often something more important than strength.

In order to make his reputation even more famous, he needs an audience, especially those who are very powerful, not painters and storytellers. Sadly, Archbishop Merissa died last night, and all the big names who could have appeared would have gone to the Patriarch's Office to pay their respects. So he felt a little regretful, even a little annoyed. When will you die, but at this time?

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(That's it for this chapter today.,Because the love xù is a little heavy.,There will be three chapters tomorrow.,Because there's nothing to do.,I want to live a full life.") ）