savior epic

Chapter 258 Woe!

Luke and Lauren, act according to their own wishes.

The Blessed makes his city within his city, and the King exalts himself very high.

Luke yearns for the secularization of the church, while Lauren enjoys the splendor brought about by family legend and even mission.

For decades, they have undoubtedly been each other's best help.

Lauren spent half of the tax revenue in the southern territory to support Luke's city within the city, and Luke the Blessed naturally gave his praises to the king of the Ledonites.

Luke wandered the streets sometimes, and sometimes sat quietly in the church. He looked at the heaven of faith on this earth with gratitude and satisfaction.

In the past, he traveled and preached with compassion, but now he has never let go of his compassion, but he no longer travels around, but stops in this city within a city.

The rationality of a city within a city takes shape.

the only problem is
Luke saw with his own eyes that the people were kneeling in prayer, only doing good and not daring to do evil. For some reason, Luke thought of the pagans who obeyed the King of Our King.

Those pagans who worshiped the false god of the King of Our Kings, Luke had heard their presiding sermons when he was young, and refuted several of them. Luke remembered that in his own impression, those pagans emphasized the coming of judgment, Emphasizes obedience to God's law and will.

Blessed Luke suddenly stopped, and he suddenly thought:
"Did I unknowingly absorb the views of those heretics?"

Over half a century old, Luke suddenly felt a chill from his fingertips.

But soon, the no longer young priest was relieved to see the people doing good deeds.

"My Lord, I just accidentally learned some of the merits of those heretics."

Although comforting himself, Luke still felt a little uneasy.

He recalled the days when he traveled around in the past. In the ten years since he built this city within a city, Luke always thought that he was never as enlightened as he is today.

If the church wants to penetrate into the secular world, it must learn to rule.

Fear is one of the best ways to rule.

The cold wind blew, and a gust of hot air gushed out of his chest. Luke felt his throat was uncomfortable, so he covered his mouth and coughed.

Luke felt his head swell a little, and thought he might have caught a cold.

That's not a minor illness, but it's not a serious illness either.

Luke lifted his feet, he was going back to the mansion to rest.

In the streets and alleys not far away, there were noises and quarrels at this moment.

"Kill him! Cast him out! That's a heretic!"

"Heretics get out! This is not your place!"

"Wait for hell. Heretic!"

Luke felt abrupt when he heard the voice. He hadn't heard such hateful words in the city within the city for a long time.

The Blessed One couldn't help raising his footsteps, and walked into the alley as fast as he could.

He saw a skinny old man who was being besieged in an alley by several true believers, who were brutally beating him with objects in their hands.

The old man knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from the true believers, which aroused the determination of the true believers to punish the evil. They insulted the old man, thinking that such a heretic should go to hell.

The cold pierced Luke's palm like a needle, and the Blessed One was stunned for a moment, watching these people whom he taught to be good, wantonly showing their evil to the heathen.

One of them, probably a carpenter, tapped the old man's weak shoulder with a wooden ruler, and when he heard the latter's howl of pain, he held the icon around his neck instead.

Luke heard the man say:
"Woe to the wicked! The Gospel is so near, yet they push it far away, and the Church, which is the interpreter of the Gospel, turns away from the true teaching! You must not be such, or you will be condemned to eternal hell in hell." Miserable."

Every inch of the Blessed One froze.

The man in front of him was citing his own sermons and torturing the heretic who didn't believe in the true religion.

The movement of the blacksmith's hands never stopped. He ignored the miserable cry of the pagan old man, and beat the old man's bent knee heavily.

The man read frantically:
"Righteous people and good people, you must respect the church, you must respect the church, why? Because the church connects the earth and the sky, you can pray through the church and teach your voice to reach the kingdom of heaven. Blessed!"

Luke's hands and feet trembled, and the man imitated his preaching demeanor, and the words he recited were so solemn.

Blessed One who thought he knew,
suddenly,

He didn't even know what he was thinking.

The pagan old man curled up and knelt on the ground. Seeing that the true believers in front of him did not want to let him go, he immediately recited the name of his god in the Yavin language, praying for protection from the prayer to the king of our kings.

Those true believers who besieged the old man were furious when they heard the news. They raised the objects in their hands, trying to increase the strength in their hands.

"Stop! Stop for me!"

Luke yelled as hard as he could.

A familiar voice came, and the true believers stopped their movements immediately. They looked at Luke with a look of panic on their faces.

Luke walked into the alley step by step, looking directly at the curled up pagan old man.

As Luke approached, the true believers recited the scriptures in a low voice, and stepped aside silently, as if they were defending themselves with the scriptures.

The Blessed One could not utter a word, and he could only help the pagan old man.

Luke walked into the church in a daze.

Religion is exclusive.

Luke knew this,
However, when he was a young priest, he traveled around and clearly saw that the true believers and the heretics did not interfere with each other, and even in some places, the two sides were happy and peaceful with each other.

Before today, Luke never expected that the people who listened to his preaching would do evil to the heretics with such peace of mind.

Is this all due to his own advocacy of the church going deep into the world?

no, impossible
I have thought about it carefully, and it will never be caused by it. Those people do evil, just because they have evil thoughts in their hearts.

The priest, who was no longer young, found an excuse and was relieved, and when he straightened up, he suddenly radiated a different kind of strength from it.
"In the eyes of those people, isn't it evil to do evil to pagans?"

In the empty church, Luke asked loudly.

He must chastise the few true believers, and teach the people in his next sermon that doing evil to heathen is still doing evil.

Luke made up his mind suddenly.

Just then, a monk came in.

Luke looked at him, who was holding a silk gold book in his hand.

Silk Gold Books can only be used on the Pope's Bulletin.

The monk walked up to Luke respectfully and said, "Father Luke, the Pope has issued an oracle."

Luke nodded slightly, and he took the oracle from the monk.

Then, the priest raised his fingertips to lightly touch the holy water on the altar, and then slowly opened the oracle.

This is a ritual that has been established as the church has grown in recent years.

Luke, who is happy to see the church grow, will naturally not disobey.

Luke looked at the oracle, and his eyes could not help but fall on the last line of the oracle, which was his habit.

The last line is usually a summary.

I saw the Pope left a shocking speech on it.
"Our Lord is better than the gods of the pagans. Blessed is the conversion of people. For the sake of the Lord and for our gospel, killing pagans is not considered murder."

Cold sweat broke out on Luke's neck, and his hands suddenly loosened.
The oracle fell to the ground, making a lonely sound.

(End of this chapter)