After Serena left, Chen Yi looked at the hotels in the town. There were some hotels in Resurrection Town that were vacant on weekdays and would only open during the market or other festivals. This could avoid paying taxes on weekdays.
If the elf assassin appears in Resurrection Town, she will definitely find a hotel to stay in. Chen Yi memorizes the locations of those hotels and the surrounding streets in advance.
After a few random glances, Chen Yi saw the Shanbu people. They were gathering in groups in front of the bulletin board of the tavern, making a lot of noise.
There are other hotels, each with its own scene.
Then he saw the hotel where the scholars were staying temporarily.
"Atheism." Chen Yi remembered what Scholar Monroe said at the seminar, "...Well, if Scholar Monroe is right, atheism seems to be a philosophy that focuses on people themselves."
Influenced by her previous life, Chen Yi has a natural sense of identification with this view of focusing on people themselves.
Scholar Monroe left a good impression on him at the seminar, and with the new ideas he mentioned, Chen Yi looked at Scholar Monroe's room with a little curiosity.
A table and chairs, a straw-filled single bed and a knee-high storage box are common configurations in this type of hotel.
Scholar Monroe, holding a bee candle, pulled out the chair in front of the small table and put the candle on the corner of the table.
Chen Yi watched him pull out a notebook from the package, dip his quill into iron gall ink, and write in the notebook.
"October 6th, 1112th year of the succession calendar, is also September 12th, 3013rd year of the True Religion's main divine calendar. Today, I participated in the seminar of Scholar Qasim."
This is his diary. Scholar Monroe is talking to himself while writing. This is a common problem among older scholars.
"I was amazed by Scholar Qasim's remarks. I thought that atheism, not to mention being able to convince everyone, would at least prevent others from finding faults. But Scholar Qasim, his wisdom and eloquence are even better than his father's. It's better than me. 'To exist is to be perceived, I think, therefore I am.' It's so touching that I can't argue with it until now."
As he wrote this, Scholar Monroe's pen tip hovered, as if hesitating, and he wrote again after a few seconds,
"He said it was an oracle he heard. I doubt it. There are many oracles who lie about hearing oracles. Of course, my dear Rebecca, I am not saying that Qasim is a god. stick.
This is a town favored by God, everyone here says so. ...I really couldn't believe it, and I always regarded it as superstition or bragging. But today, I'm a little shaken, dear Rebecca. "
Chen Yi saw him write "Dear Rebecca" several times.
Rebecca...she's a member of the Monroe Scholar family? Or a friend?
He just wrote it in the diary... Could it be that he wanted to tear it out and send it out?
Chen Yi continued to look at the unbelieving scholar.
"Atheism tells me that God is just a wise man who is much wiser than all living things. However, if it is true as scholar Qasim said, perhaps atheism's vision is too shallow."
Scholar Munro said, writing the next few words with difficulty. Obviously, it was not easy for him to deny the original idea.
"Dear Rebecca, do you think...does God really exist absolutely? If so...sigh...is it true that those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven?"
Scholar Monroe's voice trembled. He put down his pen and covered the sacred painting pendant on his chest with both hands.
Whether it is the Juwang Sect or the True Sect, it is stipulated in the scriptures that without God's will, believers of this religion who kill innocent people will not be able to go to heaven and will fall into hell.
Suicide is also counted as the killing of believers of this religion.
So those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven.
"My Rebecca, Julien's mother...have you really fallen into hell?" Scholar Monroe said with a trembling voice.
Hearing this, Chen Yi understood that the Rebecca he was talking about should be his wife.
Scholar Monroe slowly raised the sacred painting pendant, lowered his forehead, and gently held it against the pendant.
"This is a town blessed by God. O king of kings, please tell me, is my wife in hell?"
He closed his eyes and waited, muttering scriptures.
For a long time, there was no response.
Scholar Monroe put down the sacred painting pendant in despair.
He picked up his quill again and dipped it in ink.
"Well... He didn't hear it." Scholar Monroe laughed at himself in a rigorous spirit, "It may also be revenge for atheism. I really don't believe it. God doesn't need to respond to people who don't believe it. There must be answers...to prayers that seek only gain.
I want to tell you, Rebecca. I really expected the gods and the King of Kings to exist relatively, or even...not exist. Then there is no hell. You don't have to suffer either. "
Above the sea of thousands of clouds, Chen Yi silently listened to Scholar Monroe's murmur and saw every word he wrote in his diary.
Chen Yi was inexplicably sad.
However, both bell towers had no lights, so he could not answer his prayer.
"Besides, I have never seen heaven or hell. I also know nothing about your wife." Chen Yi couldn't help but say.
With nothing to do anymore, Chen Yi walked down the sea of clouds.
When his consciousness returned to his body, he lay down on the bed and put aside "The Passion" to prevent people with ulterior motives from divination or prying eyes on him.
Hope you have a good dream tonight.
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In the lecture hall.
In the pale moonlight, Lomea walked to the icon painting and sat in the aisle paved with milky white stone tiles. She knelt down on the mat, followed the pilgrim etiquette, dipped the holy water on both sides, and applied it to her cheeks and forehead. Put your palms together and chant the scriptures softly.
After each verse, she turned the beads, dipped them in holy water, and kissed the book in front of her.
After seven times, Luo Mei A Yingying stood up.
"Are the beads hot?" Lomea raised the beads and recognized the changes in the verses on them.
"...There is a letter from Eudocia." She looked surprised.
Luomea quickly walked into the room, appeared as the spirit envoy, and got into the body of Isha, who was sleeping soundly.
After adapting to his body, the officiant stood up, turned out the Zhenjiao scriptures, and turned to the corresponding page according to the scriptures of Songzhu.
"Messenger from the sacred space," the chief priest slowly recited the summoning spell, waiting for the arrival of the messenger fairies.
The fonts continued to twist as the incantation was chanted. When the paper turned dark yellow, every line and sentence on it disappeared.
The goblins began to write the contents of the note.
“My half, my main helm.
The elf Qinduil, a member of the Sword-bearing Order of Saints, has embarked on the road to the Holy Land. The purpose is to find out the truth behind Christopher's canonization. "
When the officiant saw this, his expression became a little tense.
She had mixed feelings.
Christopher was indeed canonized, and the day of the canonization happened to be the night of Chen Yi's channeling.
The two... must be related.
The officiant, or Lomea, she didn't know what to do.
silently,
She emerged from the body of the officiant and returned to the body of the girl.
"Sir...what's going on?" Lomea whispered.
Lomea continued to read.
"My lord, the angels who are loyal to the stupid ones, they have all been exiled with the gods. They are bound and sealed. It is really not very possible for them to descend to earth and canonize saints. So... I can only send this The second time he was canonized, he was connected with the soul of Resurrection Town. You and I both know that that soul has the authority of the King of Kings. He definitely stole it.
Qinduil, she has outstanding talents. Although she is not proficient in ancient Chinese, her ability is not necessarily worse than the second best.
She was a fervent believer and, of course, did my bidding.
And I hinted to her that Resurrection Town has the direction of the investigation of the whole matter, and she will go to Resurrection Town.
Here, I suggest you, my chief helmsman, that you need to disguise yourself as a secretly converted true believer, otherwise, it will be particularly difficult to cooperate with her.
The next part of this letter is a blood curse that can temporarily command her. My main helm, you must note it down. "
