A Million Possible

Chapter 105

Not big.

It does not occupy a large area, but it seems to be some years old.

The surrounding area is relatively remote, with mountains on one side of the road. In summer, the peaks are verdant and flowers are in full bloom. A small church is located in the shade of greenery.

The red French Gothic architecture, the long and thin lines are so clear.

So that people like Cheng Lin who only have a superficial understanding of architectural art can see it at a glance.

The small cross on the gray spire was shining in the sun, but Cheng Lin was a little unhappy.

With his gaze down, the neat flowerbed connected the main entrance of the church with the black iron door with hollow patterns, very close to him.

Cheng Lin remembers that there are indeed many churches in the magic capital.

For example, Xujiahui, built in 1905, was said to be the largest in the Far East at that time.

Another example is the “Jinglintang” famous for the Song family.

and many more.

Quite a lot.

But the one in front of it obviously doesn’t belong to this list. It is really small and belongs to that kind of little famous hall.

At this moment, a woman walked in through the gate with a child.

There seemed to be a faint bell ringing in the church, and it seemed to be mixed with neat voices.

“Is it praying?”

Cheng Lin couldn’t help but think.

Then I suddenly realized that today is the 28th, Sunday.

It happens to be the Sunday of the church, or Sunday.

Cheng Lin suddenly remembered that he had read a book before.

It is said that these believers first followed the Sabbath, which was on Saturday.

Later, the Roman emperor Constantine I issued an order to suspend business.

It was changed from Saturday to Sunday, and it is still used today.

It is said that Sunday worship is to commemorate the resurrection of Jesus.

“Is it such a coincidence?”

Cheng Lin was a little surprised.

Today happens to be Sunday, so it seems to have caught up with others for worship.

After hesitating, Cheng Lin also walked slowly, passed the iron gate, and walked along the stone road to the unknown chapel.

There are indeed some people doing the ceremony, not many people, about 20 or 30.

When he came in, the duty officer glanced at him.

Glancing at his clothes, Cheng Lin nodded and walked to the corner to sit quietly without disturbing anyone.

Melodious singing.

A cool breeze blew in, sweeping away the heat.

Gothic architecture inherently contains elements such as “darkness”, “fear”, “loneliness”…etc.

In this atmosphere, Cheng Lin only felt the heat exhausted for a time, and his heart was peaceful.

He looked around. People seemed to be attentive. No one was talking about gossip. By chance, someone spotted his gaze. He just nodded and moved away.

Cheng Lin saw the mother and daughter who had just come in again.

Should be mother and daughter.

The mother is tall, slightly plump, and well-dressed.

Obviously a believer.

“Family of believers?”

Cheng Lin was slightly surprised.

Although there are few domestic believers, it is not uncommon.

As for the child next to her, it is a girl, very young, about five or six years old.

The black hair was very ladylikely tied, her slightly fat little baby face, and her moist eyes were looking at the adult curiously.

The white skirt is spread out like flowers.

Standing right next to her mother, doing rituals like an adult, with her mouth closed, you can see the small gaps in the teeth.

It seemed that Cheng Lin’s gaze was felt.

She turned her head, her eyes filled with curiosity.

But soon, the mother whispered something, and she quickly turned her head back, not daring to look at him again.

“Well.”

Cheng Lin shook his head and laughed.

Didn’t care.

At this moment, he only felt his legs sink slightly.

The untitled book in the hardcover cover that was placed in the dormitory (safe house) quietly appeared on his legs.

It seems to be there all the time.

Fortunately, there are seats here, people are very focused, no one notices.

Cheng Lin looked down at the book.

Reached out and opened it.

The first page is still the newspaper clipping, unchanged.

Cheng Lin didn’t hesitate to turn to the second page.

He had tried before and couldn’t turn it, but now he can, easily.

The second page was opened by him.

So Cheng Lin obviously found that all the surrounding scenes were blurred.

The church, those people, the flower beds outside the door, the stone road, the iron gate, the sunlight… everything is blurred.

Even the seats on his back were blurred into a ball, like graffiti rotten by blisters.

Cheng Lin didn’t panic, just looked down at the content of the second page.

There is no picture on it, just a few lines of printing.

Seeing the content of this text, Cheng Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Is this the world change in the coming year?”

“Could it be that a year has passed when I turn a page?”

Cheng Lin guessed.

At the beginning of the second page is an annual event briefing.

Cheng Lin looked over one by one.

This briefing is really “simple”.

It is almost the most general summary of the big event. There is very little specific time, no specific people involved, and very little information. All the information is basically related to the recovery of Spiritual Qi and practitioners.

Cheng Lin finished reading this short briefing.

Say nothing.

Continue to try to turn the third page.

Still succeeded.

There is no new change in the surroundings, and all the pictures seem to be obscured by some kind of power.

Cheng Lin couldn’t see the changes in the surrounding scenes, and the blurring continued.

The third page is a briefing for the entire following year.

Still very simple.

Cheng Lin could only find very little useful information.

The information is very general and brief, mainly focused on the recovery and practice of Spiritual Qi, and there is very little mention of other matters.

And its information collection covers the whole world.

Cheng Lin remained silent.

Continue reading.

The fourth page.

The fifth page.

Sixth page.

…

Tenth page.

…

There is very little information on each page, and in this brief information, very few are interested in Cheng Lin.

It wasn’t until the tenth page that there appeared a text that attracted him.

This line of text is very unusual and abrupt in other major events:

“This year, the talents of the Twelve Apostles awakened.”

…

“Are you awakened? Eighteen years old.”

Cheng Lin said with emotion when he saw the news.

According to the previous arrangement, the gift given will be awakened at the age of eighteen.

The boys were about eight years old at the time.

Now Cheng Lin has turned ten pages of the book. Ten years have passed since the world.

The orphans all grew up to adulthood.

“Ten years, they are afraid that they have forgotten that incident in childhood, and they have even regarded my words as a wrong memory in childhood, or a dream.”

“But it doesn’t matter. When the talent awakens, they will naturally recall them, and then make sure that those deep memories are not dreams. What will happen afterwards?”

“After getting Gold Finger, of course, I pretended to be forced to slap my face… Ah, no, it should be hard cultivation, and then wait for the end of the world to turn the tide.”

“There are still ten years left for them… With a plug-in, ten years, no matter how stupid you are, you can make a name for it, right?”

“I’m really looking forward to it.”

Cheng Lin stroked the paper that was as smooth as virgin skin on the pages of the book, and said with emotion.

Then he continued to turn his head down.

This time, I browsed faster.

Soon, another ten pages were turned.

Another ten years have passed since the world.

Cheng Lin turned twenty pages in one breath, and twenty years passed by.

The doomsday catastrophe is just this year.