I Like This Dream!

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Esther? An Xu exclaimed.

The saint took off her white gauze and hood, and the brown-eyed girl appeared in front of Anxu. An Xu could recognize at a glance that she was the girl she used to be in elementary school. Esther had grown taller, but still not as tall as An Xu. Her facial features were longer, and she still had a little baby fat on her face. She had round eyes and a round face. With a gentle smile on his face, he looked like an angel statue in a church.

Ann, long time no see. Esther said.

Anxu gave Esther a big hug, and Esther smiled and hugged her back. The difference between count or saint, alpha and omega is not worth mentioning here. They looked at each other and smiled, as if the time of separation had never existed.

Of course, the above one describes the feeling of no separation after reunion. Time is destined to leave traces.

Esther still looked as gentle and lovely as a dodder flower, but she no longer had the confused and indecisive aura she had before. She inquired about the situation here and quickly accepted the task of being the officiant on Lent.

I have brought some like-minded brothers and sisters, and they can also help. Esther said, In addition to Lent, some other issues can also be left to us.

Like-minded brothers and sisters? An Xu said in surprise, Does such a person exist in Alinggu?

If you don't have one, you can make it yourself. Esther smiled.

The way she spoke was the standard language of a holy person, using many honorifics, modesty, and gentle words that An Xu could not describe in Chinese. Under such humble and simple language, there are many hidden things that are terrifying to consider. Subtext. Esther's eyes were clear and firm, she knew exactly what she was going to do and was not afraid of it.

Wow. An Xu could only say, Wow, that's amazing.

You can't compare with Your Majesty the God's Favorite at all. Esther looked at her with shining eyes, I and other saints have been to An's territory... What An said is indeed true.

The calmness that Esther showed just now seemed to have become an illusion again. She looked at An Xu in the same way as when she was stunned by her many years ago, with little stars of admiration in her eyes. An Xu couldn't remember what Esther was referring to. She had deceived too many things, so she had to type a joke. She looked at the elementary school girl who had obviously grown a lot, and once again felt the wonder of the branch plot being carried out elsewhere.

It's like the peach stone you threw away has grown into a peach tree. Out of sight, how many winds and rains has the sapling experienced?

How have you been these past years? An Xu couldn't help but ask.

The lives of saints are much the same, but if you are a saint but want to live a different life, and even let others be like you, then going through all the obstacles is not enough to describe the hardships you have to face. However, Esther showed a bright smile. She stared at Anxu and said, I am living a good life, thank you.

Thank you for showing me a bright world, so that I will not spend this life contentedly in the darkness.

Thank you for creating a kingdom of God on earth, allowing me to see that happiness is not a dream, that struggle and hard work may yield results, and that suffering is not unshakable.

This life-changing grace is too pale to express in words. Just like Esther would not talk about how dangerous it is to quietly spread heretical doctrines among the saints in the seminary, and how hard it is to organize this secret group without a name, she will not express her gratitude at length. Thank you. She just said. As for the more part, let’s express it through actions.

An Xu called Teacher Nancy, and the three people with different painting styles in the seminary reunited again. The old ascetic monk didn't hug him as casually as An Xu, but she was still full of emotions and lamented. There were countless things to do in front of them, and they didn't spend a few hours catching up on old times. This long-awaited meeting ended quickly. Nancy returned to the agricultural team, Esther began to prepare for the festival, and Anxu suddenly wanted to see Chris in the atmosphere of reunion after a long absence.

In order to reorganize the new border army, Chris can no longer follow An Xu all the time these days. Many times, the lord who has nothing to do has to go to see him himself. An Xu walked to Chris's office in a familiar way and found that someone was already there.

A young woman and an even younger boy, like two chickens who finally found their mother, threw themselves in Chris's arms and kept crying. Chris wasn't crying, he was smiling, with a smile that could be used to keep warm on a snowy day. The knight hugged the two men tightly and smiled from ear to ear. He laughed and laughed until his eyes filled with tears.

As soon as An Xu walked in, all the sounds stopped suddenly, and the two crying-faced guys looked at her warily, as if they were looking at a fox in the henhouse. Anxu stood at the door inexplicably, watching the three people inside pushing and shoving for a while, like they were rushing to check out at a food stall - oh, she saw clearly, and it was true that each of them was trying to stand in front of others and block her.

Will I eat you or something? An Xu's eyelids twitched.

Sir, Chris said first, These are the remaining members of the Knights of the Wind. They know nothing about the cause of the Black Beast Rebellion. They just know that I am still alive, so they came to see me.

The leader is also innocent! the young woman shouted angrily. What she and the other person wanted to say were silenced by Chris pressing them down one by one.

This is Cherry, a hothead. This is Adrian. Chris said, as if he was just introducing friends to each other, This is Count Anna, my alpha.

It has to be said that Chris has more or less figured out An Xu's mentality. She hates being deceived and has a subtle desire for exclusivity over Chris - she likes to show ownership, but unlike most noble alphas, she is suspicious of everyone her omega comes into contact with. As soon as the last words were said, Cherry and Adrian looked like they were about to cry again, but Anxu felt refreshed after being scratched.

You guys are chatting! She waved her hand, glanced at the two new characters triumphantly, closed the door and left.

The room became quiet, and Cherry and Adrian looked at Chris sadly, one angrily, the other cautiously. When Cherry was about to speak, Adrian tugged on her sleeve from behind, fearing that she would say something that would add salt to the leader's wounds. The two of them fell into an uncomfortable silence, but their always overly considerate leader spoke first.

I'm fine, I'm fine, Chris said. She saved my life.

But she...! Cherry blurted out and was pulled hard again. She bit her lip and looked at the collar around Chris' neck, her eyes quickly turning red again.

She, is she good to you? Adrian whispered.

Chris paused and said, She's not a bad person.

Most of the people on the Wengalu Defense Line were unaware of these two reunions. For the civilians here, another thing was much more important, and that was the saints who traveled here.

Although there are far fewer priests and ascetics, saints will also travel around, but for safety reasons, most of them will not stay too far away from Alinggu. The unprecedented number of people who have wandered to this point and the family background of Alinggu is enough for the people of Wenjia Luo to talk about it for a long time, not to mention that the things the saints do are different from ordinary wanderers.

The wandering priests basically focus on these three things: alms, training, and finding vacancies. Presiding over ceremonies and hearing confessions are the tasks of local monasteries and churches. There is no church on the Wengaro Defense Line, only the Wengaro Monastery. The large monastery is far away from the civilians, and only nobles will come to confess and pray on their behalf. Common people basically only see priests on Lent. As for confession? They don't have this luxury.

The traveling saints set up a confessional on the edge of the town.

More than thirty saints, who did no penance or alms, spent most of every day waiting for people who came to confess. The Illuminati Cult is prevalent in the Wenjia Luo Line, and even those whose understanding of confession is limited to the confessional scriptures during worship are happy to go to the newly built confessional to join in the fun. Although the person listening to confession here is not a priest but a holy person, there is only one option. Why don't you go to heaven if you have to repent and still be picky?

There were only about six or seven people in the first batch of crab eaters. These brave men cringed into the confession room under the gaze of people. As they came out one after another, acquaintances hurriedly approached them to ask, and the answers they received were surprisingly consistent.

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Some said that the Holy One was blessed by the gods and knew everything, and then vowed not to do bad things in this life; some said that they had been forgiven by gods, and the knots in their hearts that had been tied up for many years were resolved, and they felt that their waists and legs no longer hurt, and they were reborn. Some people claim to have gained the truth of life from the confessional, and will work hard according to the instructions starting tomorrow to reach the peak of life; some people swear that they seemed to hear the voice of God after confessing, and have gained confidence since then ...There are all kinds of things, but the common denominator is that the confessional is very good, the saint is very good, and the confession is very worthwhile.

Under the recommendation of the first batch of tryers, I entered the second batch, and then the third batch. There were as many people who wanted to repent as crucian carp crossing the river. The unanimous praise made others curious, and soon it was not only the ignorant villagers who came to confess.

Molly is one of them. She is a native of Wengalu, but she went to the holy city of Alinggu several times with caravans when she was young. She also confessed once. The dark and cramped confessional room made people feel anxious. Molly was flustered and didn't know what she said. Finally, she was scolded by the priest behind the partition and went back with a blush on her face. From then on, she gave up her thoughts of confession. I still had this nightmare for a long time after that. She couldn't imagine what a confession that was so hyped would look like, so out of curiosity, she couldn't help but try it again.

The confessional here is not dark.

There is a small window in the confessional, which lets in a ray of clear light, making the small room feel less cramped. As Molly walked in, she noticed a fur-covered chair on the floor instead of the kneeling mats she had encountered.

How can this be so embarrassing... she muttered.

Please sit down. A voice came from behind the partition.

Molly was startled and fell down on the chair. She rubbed her hands in embarrassment, thinking that standing up again would be a bit deliberate, so she just sat there obediently. The hunter touched the fur and felt warm and soft. Oh, what a good fur it is.

She thought to herself for a while, then remembered the purpose of her visit, and apologized hurriedly. I want to repent! She quickly said the lines she had planned for a long time, I repent that I am not pious enough and do not scrub the statues every day!

At this point, Molly stopped, waiting for the saint to rebuke and question her. This is a common process for confession, but the saint behind the partition did not follow the process.

What a pity. The soft voice said, Sister, why did you neglect to scrub?

Uh, well, Molly stuttered at the unexpected question. She didn't prepare an answer in advance, so she could only tell the truth, because I'm too busy...

The saint responded, and Molly seemed to be able to see the other person nodding his head and listening patiently. She calmed down and couldn't help but continue: My omega died of illness a few years ago, and I had to hunt every day and take care of our two cubs. The younger one just ran away this year, and the older one is about to separate, and he started to grow rapidly during this period. , I feel hungry even if I eat anything, I am really a half-grown man who will eat me to death...

The Holy One did not interrupt her, but would continue to say something from time to time, saying that her child was growing strong - what parent wouldn't like to hear this? The more Molly talked, the smoother she became. It was as if she was having a family affair. She rambled on a lot about things that no one would normally say, and she also confessed her crime of offering shoddy goods (the good ones were eaten by the boss). come out. The words stopped abruptly, and Molly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

Withholding offerings from God and the church is not something that can be repented of. To put it more seriously, it is blasphemy. You are very likely to find two priests standing at the door as soon as you open the door, and then you will have to spend several years or even the rest of your life in hard labor to atone for your sins.

I will definitely pay double in the future! Molly quickly added: Even if I live frugally and starve the children to death...

That's a sin. The saint sighed.

Orion was stunned.

“My fellow believer, my sister, you must know that God loves the world.” The Holy One solemnly said from behind the partition, “How can the Lord who loves the world so deeply ask us to sacrifice ourselves to build the Lord’s city?”

But... doesn't the Bible say that we should build the city of God, not the city of men? Molly felt that this statement seemed a bit different from what the monks usually said.

Do you think that everything about you does not belong to God? asked the Holy One.

No, no, no! Molly said hurriedly, They are all God's! They all belong to God!

That's it. The voice of the holy one was smiling, Then, building the city of man is building the city of God. Taking care of yourself and your relatives and friends is protecting God's wealth. Because one day we will go to God's city. In arms.

Molly felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but when she thought about it carefully, she felt that it was absolutely right. It was more correct than any priest said. She pondered for a long time and asked cautiously: So, my sin is not considered blasphemous?

It depends on your heart. Do you believe in the Lord? Do you do good and avoid evil? Are you willing to continue building God's earthly city?

Yes! Of course! I do! Molly nodded hastily, Continue? When did I build it?

You are a good hunter. If you kill strange animals and raise your children, you are building the Lord's earthly city. The Holy One said calmly, God will see it.

Molly opened her mouth, and suddenly felt that the work she was doing every day suddenly became noble.