Mad John put down the slate in his hand.
His face became ferocious, he faced Chen Yin, and said in a tight voice: "Stop."
"You know, I have no ill intentions towards you." Chen Yin reiterated.
"I know, I know...I thank you for your previous answer!" Madman John's face turned red, and he spat out each word with difficulty and madness, "You have no idea what I've seen in there?! "
Chen Yin looked directly at Madman John, which was completely different from the latter. His tone was calm, "What did you see? It made you crazy and destroyed your faith.
It leaves you puzzled until this very moment. "
Madman John pressed his long-nailed palms to the ground. He stood up quickly and looked at the tall black shadow, his blood-red eyes particularly conspicuous.
"There was a dead soul there...did you satisfy your curiosity?! Get out of here! Get out of here! Ah! Those four dead souls almost swallowed me up, and their influence is still there to this day... ."
Madman John crawled to the ground, arched his back, and barked like a wild dog.
"Saint Madre, Saint Madre...Why can't I be transcendent...bastard saint! Transcendence...Only transcendence...can escape from the pain of this church, transcendence...transcendence... ."
Madman John fell into madness again, crying and laughing. He hammered his chest heavily and danced.
Then, Chen Yin saw with his own eyes that one of his feet was missing, and he lost his balance for a moment, fell hard, and rolled down the steps.
Chen Yin turned sideways, and Madman John rolled several times and fell to the ground.
For a long time... Mad John lay on the ground, hugging his legs in despair, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "...If you can't get salvation, then what is the meaning of doing good and believing in it?"
Chen Yin moved his eyes away from him and faced the tall arches of the circular cathedral. Through the tall ribbed arch windows covered with moss, one could see the wide broken dome. The rainwater slid down the peeling bricks, making the interior of the church extremely dark. .
Walking forward, Chen Yin stopped in front of the gate, turned around and waved to Delomea and Qin Duyin who were beside the carriage.
They trotted over, bypassed Mad John who was nestling on the ground, walked up the wide steps in front of the cathedral, and came to the heavy, moldy brown wooden door of the church.
Chen Yin put his hand on the door. The large brown wooden door was full of moisture. Chen Yin pushed it open with force, and the door made a heavy click.
The First Circular Cathedral of Saints, which belongs to the Saints of Ten Thousand Cities with Northern Territory, is often known as the "Garden of True Believers" in the preaching of priests. Chen Yin remembers, in "The Telling of the Past," The ring cathedral was built under the decree of King Forio III. It was 1,500 years after "The Book of the Past" was written, and it was renovated and maintained many times during the period.
It was built due to the third decline of the main god. It is said that the finger of the main god slipped like a comet and fell into the ancient holy city. Priest Augustine was appointed by the Pope to go to the Northern Territory from Rita Salen Island and became the first The Bishop of the Circular Cathedral, it was he who begged the King of the Holy Capital to build the First Circular Cathedral of Saints.
Walking into the ring cathedral, Chen Yin saw the holy statue head-on. It was broken, and only the body was left on the pedestal. Most of the basins holding candles around were in dilapidated condition. Long carpets embroidered with gold threads were arranged in disorder on the ground. Cloth, you can see the threads in the cross section.
Qin Duyin'er took out the fire sickle, squatted on the ground and lit several torches one after another, and handed them to Chen Yin and Luomea.
Chen Yin raised the torch high and saw that the originally gorgeous and tall dome above the hall was now broken. Rubbles of various sizes were scattered on the floor of the hall. Thin rainwater fell from the middle, soaking the moss and weeds between the floors.
The dome of the cathedral collapsed, and the four sail arches were more or less broken.
Lomea on the side couldn't help but be surprised by such a dilapidated scene.
Chen Yin walked past the broken stones on the ground and walked to the marble statue with only half of it left. According to "The Chronicles of the Past," it was made of fine marble. The King of the Holy City spent a lot of money to hire the most outstanding statue of the time. It was made by a dwarf stonemason. Chen Yin saw that the long robes on the feet of the holy statue fit the body in a realistic arc. The hard marble was carved with a fat feel. Chen Yin could still imagine how it was originally made. How sacred and beautiful the icon is. In this ring-shaped cathedral, during daily morning prayers, thousands of true believers must gather inside and outside the church, clasping their hands, lowering their foreheads, listening quietly on the high platform, wearing white clothes. The bishop in priestly robes chanted and preached.
Chen Yin gently raised the torch forward, planning to bypass the icon.
"ah!"
Luomea suddenly exclaimed.
Chen Yin cast his gaze over, then frowned and raised the torch forward.
Behind the shadow of the holy statue, there stood an altar made of human bones.
Small gray-black insects crawled between the bones.
"These are arm bones and thigh bones." Qindu Yin'er naturally saw the altar, her eyes were calm, "These bones... have signs of being burned, it doesn't look like... ..Believers took the initiative to build altars.”
The practice of using human bones to build altars, carve icons, or make candlesticks, etc., mostly comes from uncivilized barbarian areas such as the Northern Territory. Human bones are placed in churches in this way. They claim that doing so will Return to the arms of the Lord faster than others.
Those human bones that enter the church in this way must first be well cleaned and polished. Waxing is essential, and the various processes are also very complicated, so that they can show a color similar to ivory.
The implication of Qindu Yin'er is that...this altar made of human bones is definitely not donated by believers to the church. It is more like...after the massacre, it was roughly thrown into the fire to burn off the skin and flesh.
Lomea stared at the altar made of human bones with some horror, and murmured: "What exactly happened here..."
Chen Yin didn't speak. His expression was solemn, as if he saw something in it, and he said softly: "Keep walking."
His footsteps walked on the floor, and Luomea and Qindu Yin'er followed. They heard Chen Yin's breathing gradually become heavier, and their hearts lifted a little in unison.
Chen Yin's footsteps became faster and faster, as if there was something extremely important behind the church hall. Lomea suppressed the boiling in his body and trotted after him.
After dozens of steps, Chen Yin suddenly stopped, and Luo Mea also stopped his feet and gasped softly.
She raised her head slightly, and her breath stopped for a moment.
A wall of blood stood abruptly in the center of this wide space.
Pairs of human eyes were hung up by silk threads, strung on hemp ropes, and hung quietly on the bloody wall...
Lomea's staring eyes were frozen, and her hands stopped in mid-air.
After a while, she looked at Chen Yin. He stood silently, facing the bloody wall and hundreds of eyes, motionless.
She suddenly remembered a certain sentence in the scriptures.
"Every eye will see him."
