savior epic

Chapter 62 I Make a Promise with You

It was obviously an illusory scene, not belonging to her own memory, but at this moment, Chen Yi could clearly hear their singing, it was so real.

Chen Yi watched as Christopher pressed his forehead against the stone door, a little blood spilled out.

Then with a sound of "cha", the heavy stone door slowly opened.

Christopher wiped the blood from his forehead and walked into the dark room.

Chen Yi couldn't see the scene, it seemed that something blocked Christopher's memory in the dark room.

When the priest walked out, he was holding a delicate silver bottle with blood in it.

Blood of St. Vinacana.

The blood was boiling since it left the dark room.

The priest pressed the silver bottle, but still couldn't stop the blood from spilling out.

At the mouth of the bottle, silver blood dripped to the ground.

Chen Yi saw that drop of blood rapidly lost its luster and turned pale as if oxidized and faded.

Amidst the continuous singing, blood droplets slowly floated up and drifted towards the backyard.

Chen Yi chased the drop of blood and ran out.

Rows of cemeteries, dead silent under the rain.

The drop of blood passed over the stone tablets without stopping, as if sifting through.

Finally, Chen Yi saw it hovering quietly on a certain graystone tombstone in the seventh row.

Hedwig Pune, our poor but lovely angel, always will be.

The inscription on the tablet says so.

Chen Yi watched the blood sink into the soil, and there was no more movement.

The memory scene came to an abrupt end after that.

In general mysticism, this means that the answer to the psychic ritual is right in front of you.

Chen Yi fell into astonishment and confusion.

Hedwig, what's going on here?

This is how my Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars of Clouds came about?
Chen Yi stretched out her hand in disbelief, trying to advance the psychic ritual again.

just this only this?

However, the memory scene has begun to slowly fade.

The scene faded inch by inch, as if sinking into the air, Chen Yi turned and walked back into the cathedral.

He was still in shock.

Unknowingly, Chen Yi walked to the stone door of the dark room.

Looking up, Chen Yi Muran saw it.

On the stone gate, a circle of truth is engraved, and on the circle, is the name that I carved on the sea of ​​clouds of thousands of pillars, glowing with golden light.

Chen Yi's pupils shrank, and she couldn't help touching the ring lightly.

It seems that the name I carved on the Sea of ​​Thousand Pillars brought an abnormal change to this ceremony.

Then, the faded scene got stuck, and half a second later, new colors filled it in again.

The scene changes rapidly.

It's like filling a stained window with pieces of Marquesa glass.

Chen Yi saw that time was flowing downstream, every minute and every second, from the past to the present.

The psychic ceremony is obviously to reproduce the memory, but now it presents the current picture.

The holy places of the two religions fell into his eyes again. In the city center of Baiyinkana, a tall burning stake stood up, and dry firewood piled up at the bottom of the column.

Crowds crowded one another, true believers and pagans, rich and poor, young and old, and people spread from the stake to the seven steps of the Cathedral of the Holy Silver.

Christopher put his hands together, in front of the statues of the saints, in thousands of candlelight.

With his head down, he prayed in a low voice.

Behind him are the prisoners who wandered around with him, surrounded by them, holding the icon tightly, and staring at the priest's back.

At the end of the prayer, Christopher held the Holy Communion aloft and slowly lowered it in front of the icon.

Turning around, he heard that the corners of the prisoners' eyes were sore and they were crying uncontrollably.

His disciple, monk Allens, stepped forward and said in a trembling voice, "Father, you don't have to do this, you don't have to die."

Christopher lovingly stroked the monk's head, but did not speak.

"You have made no mistake, you are not guilty, you should not have signed the confession." In front of his godfather, the monk murmured.

The priest stared at him.

"'You should stick to the truth, so you can enter the kingdom of heaven' isn't it, this is what is said in the scriptures, and you also said it, isn't it?" the monk sobbed, and tears fell down one after another.

"Yes, yes, you are right," said the priest at last.

"Why, why, priest, you are betraying the truth...you are" the monk couldn't bear to accept the priest's choice, and couldn't help asking.

Christopher said in a gentle voice, "In all these things, however, we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us."

The monk was speechless.

"Milu Irons, I'll call you by your name," the priest moved his hand stroking his head, "I leave this place to you."

The priest started slowly, and bid farewell to them as he walked. Annie, Elena, his godson with the same name, and Allens were crying and murmuring words of consolation.

The priest stood outside the gate, and then walked slowly down the seven steps.

People saw the linen friar's robes appearing there, and they turned their heads and stared at the priest one after another.

Christopher walked down the aisle that separated the crowd.

"Burn him, burn him!"

"Burn this dirty true believer to death!"

"Look, my king, we will punish this monster who blasphemed you!"

Whoever took the lead, there was an uproar among the heathen who hated and cursed Christopher for his blasphemous deeds and for defilement of the souls of their fellow men.

The true believers were weeping, and many people closed their eyes one after another, unwilling to see their priest suffer such a catastrophe.

Christopher looked peaceful, without saying a word, and walked towards the burning platform.

Among the angry pagans, the dean of the Qinghong Lecture School lowered his face, clasped his hands together, and just glanced at Christopher lightly under the unspeakable guilt.

In front of the officiant, Christopher stopped in his tracks.

There was an instant burst of insults, and even more embarrassing words poured out wantonly.

The priest closed his eyes and lips tightly. It was he who sentenced him to the stake, and he waited for the priest's abhorrence.

"Mr. Priest, you know, some things are often more important than life."

The priest lightly brushed the officiant's shoulder.

"So I forgive you."

The officiant opened his eyes, his face was full of astonishment, and his eyes stopped for a long time.

The priest walked on.

"Christopher." The priest opened his mouth, "You are a real priest."

Christopher smiled.

"Halder, it was you who broke into the church, but I forgive you." Walking in front of a young soldier, he said softly.

"Fashir, you are the one who imprisoned us to wander and suffer, but I forgive you." The familiar guard looked surprised.

"Foda, your name means 'Atonement', you have insulted me, but I forgive you."

"Ghazi, you bound my hands, but I forgive you."

Swearing, exclamation, and roaring layer upon layer, in the heavy hatred.

Christopher forgave everyone as he walked.

Until he came to the stake.

He kissed the icon one last time, relaxed, and put it aside.

A heretic took the twine and roughly tied his arms behind his back to the stake.

"It is you who will burn me," murmured Christopher, "I forgive you."

"Why forgive me," sneered the heretic, "father of the dull, for your last hypocrisy?"

"No," Christopher stared at him for a long time, "because forgiveness is salvation."

The pagan soldier was startled, gritted his teeth, and quickened his movements.

"This detestable true believer! Burn him!"

"Burn him and send him to hell!"

"This priest is a blasphemy devil!"

In the mud square where the stake stood, people's heads surged under their feet, submerged in the excitement of executing the priest, and their voices were shrill and noisy.

Christopher closed his eyes, and his ears were filled with swearing and cursing.

The pagan soldiers raised the torch to the crowd as a signal, and then slowly threw the torch into the dry wood.

The sound of crackling flames ignited, and the crowd burst into exclamations, either in anger or in wailing.

"Lord, are You with us?"

Christopher sang softly and hoarsely, remembering the night when the relic was handed over.

"Can you hear the singing?

That is the world,
All suffering people rise up and sing. "

The flames burned hotter and hotter, and the burning pain spread to the skin, and Christopher clenched his teeth.

The flames under his feet spread along the whale oil of the stake, and soon Christopher could only see the flames in front of his eyes. His whole body was burning, and the burning pain stimulated every inch of skin and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

In a trance, Christopher saw the prisoners standing in the Holy Silver Cathedral from between the flames.

Those children who were baptized by me 20 years ago have grown up.

Those children who have been baptized by me in the past few years may grow up steadily.

Christopher smiled peacefully.

He gradually got used to the burning pain and gradually became numb.

"Lord, why is the night so long?

far and hard,
Where is our angel's hometown?
There are rolling green hills.

There are beautiful girls there.

When will I return home victorious?

Go back to your mother. "

Songs, the pagans heard songs.

Who is rising and singing?
Among the weeping true believers, someone who heard the priest's voice gathered around and sang together, singing "Where is the Lord".

"Lord, are You with us?
Can you hear the singing?
That is the world,
All suffering people rise up and sing. "

Somehow, the singing of the true believers overwhelmed the hatred, overwhelmed the anger and disgust of the heretics.

Chen Yi, walk between them.

He slowly ascended the stake.

"I heard it," Chen Yi murmured, "I heard it."

The blood of suffering.

the goodness of the world.

all beliefs.

Until every inch of hot land is sprinkled with dawn.

In the fire, Christopher gradually lost his five senses. He saw the tongue of fire piercing his eyes and felt his muscles being burned to ashes by the flames. Before he lost his last trace of hearing, he heard everyone singing.

Inexplicably, in a blur of consciousness, he felt a warmth, not a burn.

He could sense who was standing in front of him.

Christopher tried his best to raise his head slightly, his neck was exhausted, and he opened his blind eyes.

"Lord...please make a covenant with me.

forgive them. "

"Why?" He asked.

In the fire, the smoke filled the air.

Christopher dying:
"Because you are here."

Therefore,
Salvation is here.

Long time, long time.

The priest felt that a long, long time had passed, but at the same time he felt that maybe it was only a moment.

"I make a deal with you, Christopher."

Nora Rich.

save.

Forgiveness is salvation.

This is his covenant with God.

Christopher fulfilled his last wish, closed his eyes gently, and smiled peacefully.

In the Holy Silver Cathedral, Allens, who couldn't bear to see the priest's martyrdom, knelt and prayed in front of the icon.

"But in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us."

Suddenly, the priest's words echoed in his mind.

He raised his head suddenly, lost his mind for a moment.

Before the statues of the saints, he saw the candlelight so bright for the first time, and he had a premonition that he would never see him again.

Because on that day, God witnessed what faith looks like.

　I have absolute respect for faith.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)