A scene of scenes appeared in front of my eyes.
Within the Bafang region, bursts of brilliance shrouded.
What appeared in front of his eyes at this moment was a huge lake.
The lake is huge and spacious, like an inland sea, with no bottom visible.
However, unlike normal lakes, the lake in front of us is filled with a kind of sacred brilliance, and it seems that there is a huge power shrouding it, giving people a unique sense of holiness.
Occasionally, you can see golden fish leaping over the lake, and beautiful goblins playing and playing. A particularly beautiful scene is presented, which looks very exciting.
Looking at it at a glance, it seems to have come to the fairyland in the legend.
And in the distance, in the middle of the lake, a golden tree grows there, bearing golden fruits on it, which looks particularly unique.
The fruit is golden, and it seems to have a legendary texture on it, which is extraordinarily unique, as if it contains the unique profound meaning of the world, giving people a unique feeling.
"This is"
Looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged priest was dumbfounded, feeling as if he was in a dream.
However, the scene in front of him also made him feel particularly unique, with an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
"Golden Sacred Tree, Fairy Lake"
Standing where he was, he seemed to think of something, and his heart skipped a beat.
As if remembering something, he raised his head and looked forward, looking under the golden sacred tree.
I saw a figure standing there, with his back to him at the moment, facing the golden holy tree, and seemed to be muttering to himself, saying something there.
"Holy Mother!"
The middle-aged priest finally confirmed this.
Isn't the scene in front of you the legendary Golden Garden of Our Lady
In other words, this is the legendary holy land.
Then, the man who stands under the golden tree
Thinking of this, the middle-aged priest's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly moved forward, walking forward.
With an apprehensive and pilgrimage mentality, he slowly walked forward, wanting to have a look.
As his thoughts flashed by, he slowly got up and walked forward.
In the area in all directions, it seemed that he was aware of his thoughts, and an invisible bridge emerged, appearing in such an instant, and built on the golden lake.
Above the lake, a faint golden light appeared.
This golden Shenqiao is brilliant, and it looks extremely bright at first glance, giving people a dazzling sense of dazzling.
Just walking on it, you can feel an inexplicable sense of sacredness and a deep precipitation of history.
With a mentality of pilgrimage, the middle-aged priest slowly walked into it and walked across the golden bridge.
Along with his actions, streams of information emerged.
Those are all kinds of stories from the past, as well as scenes of epics about the Virgin saving the world, which are so clearly displayed at this moment, appearing in his mind.
Walking on the golden divine bridge, feeling the messages that emerged in his mind, the middle-aged priest had deep tears in his eyes, and couldn't help crying at this moment.
An inexplicable emotion emerged from my heart, surging at this moment.
"O Holy Mother of the Almighty and Merciful."
He muttered to himself, and couldn't help but quicken his pace, and quickly approached.
And in front, it seems to feel his arrival.
Under that golden sacred tree, the figure standing there alone appeared, just like that at this moment.
He seemed to have noticed something, turned around silently at this moment, and looked in the direction of the golden bridge.
And at the moment when he turned around, his appearance was completely revealed, so far.
Then, under the gaze of the middle-aged priest, the figure of a young man appeared.
The boy's age doesn't seem too old, he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his appearance is amazing, with a kind of beauty that reaches the extreme of the world, with a suffocating charm.
He was wearing a pure white robe, engraved with lines of texture, the whole person looked very natural, with a sacred and inviolable aura and charm, which made it hard to forget at a glance.
The most difficult thing to ignore is his eyes, with streaks of gold, like the eyes of a god, extraordinarily sacred and suffocating.
"Our Lady."
Seeing the young man's appearance, the middle-aged priest paused, dumbfounded at this moment, not knowing what to say.
According to the legend, the figure standing under the golden sacred tree should undoubtedly be the legendary Virgin Mary.
It's just that if it is true according to the legend, the Virgin Mary should be in the image of a woman.
But the figure standing under the golden sacred tree in front of him was a young man.
The young man's appearance is beautiful, his charm is suffocating, as if gathering the aura and essence of heaven and earth, it makes people feel amazed.
However, on top of its appearance, some traces and shadows of the Virgin can be vaguely seen, which seem to be somewhat similar, but they are very different.
Regarding this, the middle-aged priest was puzzled, but he could also find an explanation for it.
After all, the statue is cast by mortals. From the past to the present, after such a long time, the image of the Virgin has changed, and even deviated from some of the original appearance, which is quite normal.
It's just the boy in front of him, but what's going on
The Madonna in the legend should obviously be a woman.
Why is there a boy in front of him
"Could it be that in this era, the Virgin Mary will change again and adopt a male image?"
Standing in place, the middle-aged priest's heart moved, and at this time he automatically made up his mind: "For Him who is aloof, the so-called gender may be just a thought."
Yes.
For the legendary Holy Mother, if He wanted to, it would be an easy thing to turn into a male and appear in a male image, and it was nothing at all.
Moreover, in the legend of the Church of the Notre Dame, there is indeed a story of the Virgin Mary transforming into a teenager and saving the world.
In myths and legends, the Virgin once incarnated as the prince of a certain country, stepped forward before the disaster, and saved everything in that country.
And the scene in front of him may represent that scene in the past.
At this moment, various thoughts flashed through the middle-aged priest's mind, but his expression became more and more frenzied.
A mighty divine power floated above his body.
At this moment, he only felt that his heart was extremely pure and natural, as if he had merged with the surrounding holy land.
There is no doubt that this feeling is very rare, but it is an indescribable feeling that makes people want to go on like this forever.
It's just that in front of him, the young man who is suspected to be the Virgin is still standing there, and seems to be watching him at this moment, with a slight smile on his face.
"You should go back."
A soft voice sounded and reverberated at this moment, it was extraordinarily gentle, and one couldn't help but feel good about it.
Then, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up.
As the boy opened his mouth, everything around him seemed to change.
Various supreme scenes began to unfold, and then the middle-aged priest felt the change before his eyes.
Ahead, the golden holy tree of gold is shining brightly and begins to bloom with brilliance.
This radiance spread out directly, covering his body, and then slowly moved forward, pushing him out of the place in front of him.
In an instant, the space in all directions is oppressed, and the scenes between the nothingness are unfolded.
Suddenly, the priest seemed to see epic scenes.
There are princes fighting, fighting on the battlefield
There was the birth of the Virgin, and tears of blood dripped down.
There is also a young man standing alone under the golden tree, with a gloomy face, which seems to be full of sorrow.
The scenes unfolded in the mind, which happened to match the various scenes recorded in the epic.
"No!"
At night, in the spacious room, the middle-aged priest woke up suddenly and subconsciously shouted.
But then, he was stunned.
Because in front of him, it was no longer the previous golden sanctuary, but in his own room.
At some point, he had left the previous place and returned to the real world.
And what he was in at the moment was his own room.
Realizing this, he felt lost and sat upright on the head of the bed for a long time before getting up and walking to the window sill beside him.
Outside the window sill, a burst of street lights appeared, shining in all directions.
Occasionally, pedestrians can be seen in a hurry, walking around, a peaceful scene.
It was already night now, and judging by the surroundings, it was already very late.
"Is it just a dream?"
Standing where he was, the middle-aged priest muttered to himself, while his mind was still filled with the scene just now.
Just now, those scenes still linger in his mind at this moment, and they are so real that he can hardly forget them.
If it is said that the things experienced just now were just dreams, then it would be too outrageous.
The middle-aged priest could clearly feel the difference between those scenes just now and the dream.
There is also the boy under the golden sacred tree in the dream, whose appearance is still displayed in his mind.
It would be too weird to say that you can dream about these things in your dreams.
Or.
"O Great Mother."
He stood there alone, with a devout expression on his face: "Is this really your will?"
If it wasn't for the will of the Great Virgin, how could he have dreamed of those just now.
only
What was the great Virgin trying to tell him by letting him dream of this
This thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what to say at this moment.
Standing in place, he thought for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked to the side.
He moved quickly, and quickly left the room he was in, and walked to the side.
And his destination is nothing else, it is the church where he lives every day.
For a priest, the place of the church is his belonging, not only his work, but also the place where he strives for it all his life.
Therefore, he lived very close to the church, and was there in no time.
But to his surprise, when he walked into the church, the door inside was not closed.
"Is there anyone else who hasn't left yet?"
He was a little surprised, so he walked into it at this moment, and came to the hall where he usually gave speeches.
The hall of the church is very large, and the decorations around are also very gorgeous, giving people a solemn atmosphere at first glance.
Of course, the most important thing among them is the statue of a god.
The statue is very huge, occupying a large area in this place, and its image is also the image of the legendary Virgin Mary.
In the past, middle-aged priests stood under the statues and gave speeches to the surrounding believers.
But this time, his feeling was different.
Usually, he always stood in front of the statue, speaking on behalf of the Church of Notre Dame, and giving speeches to the believers around him.
By this time, there was no one speaking in front of him.
He walked under the steps, just like a pilgrim, he just walked into it so simply.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but this time, he seemed to feel something, an unusual feeling.
He has seen the scenery in the church before him many times.
He grew up in this place, and he is already familiar with everything around him, and he will not be unfamiliar with it.
But today, this time he felt a strange feeling.
Everywhere there is nothing different.
A golden light appeared and appeared in front of his eyes.
"This is."
Feeling this golden light, the middle-aged priest subconsciously rubbed his eyes, then froze.
Because at this moment, he saw many unusual things.
As he watched, streaks of golden light were unfolding above the statue in front of him.
The sacred power emerges, the golden light unfolds, and so far it emerges.
The mysterious texture is shrouded, covering all directions, covering the entire church, looking extremely sacred and extremely bright.
This power is sacred and bright, making people feel extraordinarily pure, with a feeling of peace of mind, extraordinarily extraordinary.
But for the middle-aged priest, the power that emerged before his eyes was exactly the same as the power he felt in his dream.
The brilliance and warmth were exactly the same as what he felt in his dream.
"This is not a dream."
Tears welled up in his eyes, his face was full of excitement at this time, and he didn't know what to say to express his excitement.
"Holy Mother of Mercy. You finally wake up and spread the light to your followers."
His face was full of excitement, and he murmured subconsciously.
At this moment, his mood was full of fanaticism.
This state lasted for a long, long time.
Then, there was a sudden sound outside.
There were bursts of crisp sounds, which sounded like footsteps.
Hearing the sound, the priest woke up suddenly, stopped his movements, and then looked behind.
In the rear, a shadow emerged, and then a figure walked slowly.
It was the figure of a boy.
The young man didn't look very old, but he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was still wearing a black priest's robe at the moment, looking very outstanding.
Looking at the boy's appearance, the middle-aged priest heaved a sigh of relief.
"It's so late, haven't you left yet?"
Standing where he was, he looked at the young man walking behind him, and said so.
"I discussed it with Sister Fang and the others."
Down below, listening to the middle-aged priest's words, the young man smiled, and then said: "The church needs to be guarded every day, and guard this place."
"Then I just happened to be fine in the past few days, so I came here to stay."
"Is that so?"
The priest nodded, and then suddenly realized.
"Father, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
Silently walking in front of the priest, the young man looked at the priest in front of him with a strange expression on his face, so he asked.
"I"
The middle-aged priest opened his mouth, and was about to explain, but stopped, and then said: "There are some things, so come and have a look."
The boy glanced at the priest, and didn't continue to ask questions, but just nodded.
Afterwards, he silently walked aside and started fiddling with candles and other things.
These are his daily tasks.
"Do you think the Virgin Mary really exists?"
Standing there, watching the young man's movements, after a while, the middle-aged priest hesitated for a while before speaking suddenly.
After the voice fell, the boy's body paused.
"I think the Virgin is always there."
He turned around, looked at the priest behind him, and said seriously: "Moreover, it exists beside us."
"real?"
Hearing the boy's answer, the middle-aged priest was a little surprised: "Why, do you think so?"
"Because I believe."
The boy smiled, and then said softly: "Some things, before they are truly seen and observed with their own eyes, will always be at the boundary between existence and non-existence."
"There is a clear boundary between man and God. Perhaps with the power of mortals, we will never be able to observe the traces of the existence of the Holy Mother, but He does exist and is affecting us."
"People's belief is a kind of sustenance and also a kind of strength."
"Perhaps, for most people in this world, the so-called Virgin Mary is just a fictional story"
"but."
Standing where he was, the young man paused for a moment, then spoke again with a smile on his face: "For me, as long as I am alive and people who believe in the Virgin like me are still alive, the Virgin exists."
"As long as I exist, He exists with me, and when I am gone, He perishes with me."
"This is Faith"
The soft voice fell, very soft, but it also revealed a deep firmness and will, with a strong appeal.
Standing in place, listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged priest also looked sideways at him, and at this moment he couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
The words of teenagers are actually not complicated.
But the will revealed in it, and even the belief, is what really moved him.
If a person has such a will, such a belief, he must not be an ordinary person.
"you"
He sighed in his heart, and was about to say something, but suddenly froze.
Because in front of him, under his gaze, a series of gleams of light are unfolding.
On the young man's body, a faint golden light appeared.
This radiance is warm, pure and bright, like the most holy radiance, giving people an indescribable unique feeling.
However, in the feelings of the middle-aged priest, this brilliance is different from the brilliance transmitted from the statue of the Virgin Mary in front of him.
exactly the same.
(end of this chapter)