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In the longhouse, the priest lit the bee candles brought from the church, and the warm candlelight shone on Old Peter's face.

Old Peter was very weak. When he saw the priest, he understood something and raised his hands.

The priest held his old and wrinkled hands and said mournfully, "The Lord is above, may He bless you, old Peter, I will chant for you now."

"Recite the scriptures, priest. I'm listening." Old Peter said softly, "I know, the Lord is above."

In the long house, his son and daughter-in-law stood on both sides of the bed, and other people who came to say goodbye to him stood near the foot of the bed. They surrounded Old Peter, folded their hands, prayed and waited quietly.

The priest put the scriptures on Old Peter's pillow and began to recite the scriptures.

"Lord above, please look at this soul, please listen carefully," the priest recited aloud, Old Peter clasped his hands together, his eyebrows trembling slightly.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Yi listened silently.

He looked into the longhouse, where old Peter was waiting for his death, amidst the priest's scriptures.

"Lord, may you bless his soul who is about to ascend to heaven, and may he rest in peace in your kingdom.

O soul, don't get lost, follow the direction of the angel, you have always been kind and humble, go and listen to the angel.

Good will be rewarded with good, not in the afterlife.

Evil is rewarded with evil, only in this day.

Because that is an ideal country.

His kingdom. "

Following the priest's prayer, Old Peter's hands clenched tighter and tighter, the corners of his mouth moved, and his voice was weak.

The priest smoothed his forehead, took out the consecrated oil, smeared old Peter's forehead and hands, raised his hands and performed a circle salute, and touched old Peter's forehead lightly with his fingertips.

"Lord, look at him,
He has done good deeds, and he is already old. "

Old Peter closed his eyes, his breath was weak, he obeyed the faith in his heart, followed the priest to recite, and said on the verge of death:

"Lord, look at me,
I have done good deeds and spent my whole life. "

Chen Yi looked at Old Peter on the bed.

In the warm candlelight, Youdao looked at this aging soul.

That gaze came from the sky.

Chen Yi raised her hand and extinguished some of the lights of the bell tower.

The bee candles were burning, and in the air, wisps of smoke mixed with the aroma of honey.

In the long room, everyone felt that their eyelids were heavy and closed tightly.

On the bed, Old Peter suddenly felt like he was floating in mid-air.

He couldn't open his eyes, but he could feel a figure covered in light standing in front of him.

".Lord. Lord?!" Old Peter's voice trembled.

"How much good have you done, and how much unrighteous have you done?" He asked.

Just like it is recorded in the scriptures.
Old Peter's hands and feet trembled, and the trembling was immediately smoothed away by warmth.

"Lord, I repent of my injustice. When I was young, I stole other people's money to treat my father." Old Peter recalled, mourning.

"Because you have helped people who are poorer than you," He paused, and said softly, "So I forgive you."

"Lord, I confess to you that I beat and scolded my boy because he was so worthless," continued old Peter.

"Now he has become as kind as you, so I forgive you."

"Lord, I repent with you that I saw good people suffer and did not help them because I was afraid and worried and could do nothing."

"You did what you could, you did good, and you spent your life doing it. So I forgive you."

Old Peter repented of all injustices, and every time he spoke of one, the figure covered in light pardoned one by his good deeds.

When he had nothing more to confess, Old Peter clenched his hands tighter and shrugged his shoulders.

Old Peter's voice was old and sincere: "Lord above, you have examined my soul and forgiven all my sins"

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, waiting for the Lord's words.

For a moment, old Peter's forehead and hands, which had been anointed with oil, felt light.

"Let go of all your burdens," His even voice warmed, "and I will comfort your soul and send you to the kingdom of heaven."

I don't know when.

In the long house, everyone's eyes relaxed. When they opened it again, they saw Old Peter's face was peaceful and he lost his breath.

Everyone was full of tremors and looked at each other. They all knew what happened just now, but they dared not say anything
Grandma Amy first raised her hand to do the ring ceremony, and the others followed suit.

Then they looked carefully at the priest.

Facing the breathless old Peter, the priest raised his hand tremblingly. It was the first time he had witnessed such a miracle.

The priest turned around, and Old Peter's son and daughter-in-law stepped forward a little bit, hesitated to speak.

After a while, the priest reverently picked up the scriptures next to Peter's pillow, and said to the two, "Kiss his forehead and hands."

"Master, priest, don't you need to pray anymore?" Old Peter's son asked nervously.

"No need, no need," the priest's Adam's apple trembled, sliding up and down, "The Lord has comforted his soul and led your father to the kingdom of heaven."

This is a small town blessed by God.

Since the full moon night when the Holy Land fell, Chen Yi has never stopped tampering with Resurrection Town.

For example, the water that people drink suddenly turns into stones, or the gold coins in the treasury of the nobles and gentry are turned into pigeons, which fly into the homes of ordinary people.

Or, like just now, sending a soul to heaven.

No matter true believers or pagans, in the past five years, they have always witnessed all kinds of strange things, and often lamented that miracles appeared repeatedly. This lonely town a hundred years ago is still a place of gods.

Above the sea of ​​thousands of pillars of clouds, Chen Yi glanced at her home and thought of her debts.

He said to himself: "More than 100 Reeds, let's solve it first."

Zooming in on a corner of Resurrection Town, Chen Yi looked at the castle in the town.

Baron Artest is the lord of Resurrection Town and has absolute power over everything in the town, including the prison.

There is a good saying, to solve the problem, it is best to find his superiors, not himself.

So Chen Yi decided to find Baron Artest.

Zooming in on the castle, the sight falls into the interior. The castle is divided into upper and lower floors, and the overall shape is round, surrounded by several towers. Since the baron surrendered to the heretics, the resurrection town has developed a prosperous agricultural trade. Over the past few years, a watchtower has been built. It is a good stone pile.

Baron Artest's room is in the upper castle.

After the widowed and unmarried Baron Artest had dinner with his son, he ordered his servants to light bee candles early and went back to his room to rest.

In the true religion, candles made of beeswax are believed to have a sacred atmosphere. Baron Artest, who knows the times, surrendered to the heretics early and changed his faith in order to retain his title, but he still maintains the true belief in private.

He dug out the icon from the closet, clasped his hands together, and rubbed candle oil dripping from beeswax on his forehead.

"My lord, please listen to my prayer. Please pity the painstaking efforts of being a father. The dog Ronald is really dull and stubborn. It is really difficult to succeed. Please enlighten him."

Chen Yi heard his prayer.

The baron's only son, Ronald, has heard of it himself, and it's not just simple stupidity.

According to his own observations and other people's gossip, Ronald's brain was burned by a high fever, his IQ was impaired, his language was abnormal, and he would perform strange behaviors repeatedly.

If it hadn't been for exorcising souls, people would definitely be regarded as possessed by ghosts and gods.

The mist of the bee candle has a hint of honey fragrance.

Baron Artest closed his eyes and muttered something.

On the Sea of ​​Clouds Throne, Chen Yi extinguished half of the lights in the Bell Tower of Misery.

There was only half of the bee candle left, and Baron Artest was about to end his prayer.

Suddenly, he felt that the eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy, and they were tightly closed, unable to open even a single crack.

The holy sweetness of honey is exceptionally strong.

Realizing something belatedly, Baron Artest trembled from his heart to his heels.

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