The main hall at the Jiaoshu Office was very quiet, Luo Luo stayed where he was and did not come over.
The Pope looked at Chen Changsheng quietly, and said, "Since it's about the world, it can only be changed because of the world."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "I still don't understand."
The Pope said calmly: "You don't need to understand... Old people like us have experienced too much wind and rain, seen too many sunrises and sunsets, have become numb to many things, and often look at the world in a boring way. I don’t mind using some less-than-beautiful means, or even doing something against my will, but most of the time, we do this not because we want to keep something, but because we are soberly aware of our responsibilities.”
"Responsibility?" Chen Changsheng asked.
"Yes, the longer we live, the greater the responsibility." The Pope said: "Our responsibility to this world has become heavier as time goes by. We have the responsibility to seek a better future for mankind. For this reason we You can bear the stigma, no matter the cost, I was against your teacher back then, and now I am against your empress, this is the same reason."
After saying this, the Pope walked into the depths of the hall and never appeared again.
Chen Changsheng and Luoluo walked out of the main hall, walked down the stone steps, and came to the maple forest in front of the Jiaoshu Office.
The maple forest is blue in spring, but it is blood red at dusk, and at this time, it turns black in the night.
It turns out that the so-called color is painted and dyed by heaven and earth.
Not long after, a heavy bell rang in the hall.
The bell also rang in the palace.
The bell rang, which was the signal to go home.
In the classics of the national religion, it has always been believed that death is not as good as extinguishing the lamp, but the soul will not stay in this world, but will return to the sea of stars.
Between the stars and the ocean in the night sky is the Kingdom of God, a paradise, and even an eternal hometown.
The soul of Archbishop Merisa passed away peacefully at the moment the bell rang, and his soul was buried in the sea of stars.
There is no conspiracy, and there is no grand and magnificent ending, just leave in such a peaceful and ordinary way according to the law of life, just like many ordinary old people.
But he is not an ordinary old man after all, he is the archbishop of the church with the oldest seniority and the highest status in the state religion.
He has seen three popes, four generations of saints, Emperor Taizong, Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Wang Zhice, life and death in Baicao Garden, and blood and fire in Orthodox Academy. , He has seen countless years and known countless secrets, and those years and secrets will be buried together with his departure.
Hearing the sound of the bell, Chen Changsheng looked up at the night sky, only to see that the sky full of stars was either covered or separated by leaves swaying in the wind.
He didn't know which star the bishop's natal star was, let alone invisible, but he knew that the star should be dimming at this time.
If death is really the return of the soul to the sea of stars, why would that star be dimmed
The bell was still ringing, and chariots from all over the capital arrived at the Bishop's office non-stop, and the big shots came to express their condolences in person. Standing in the woods, Chen Changsheng looked at these images without saying a word—he saw the head of the Tianhai family, Xue Xingchuan, Mo Yu, King Chen Liu who was holding back tears, and Xu Shiji.
He didn't want to meet these people, so he walked through the woods holding hands with Luoluo, came to a relatively secluded street, and returned to the Orthodox Academy together.
This was the first time Luoluo spent the night at the Orthodox Academy after a long time, and Jin Yulu followed her all the way, knowing that the situation tonight was special, so she didn't say anything.
Chen Changsheng took her directly to the lakeside, climbed up the big banyan tree, sat side by side, looked at the sky and the stars in the water, and talked softly.
He talked about a lot of things, things about Xining Town, things about Zhouyuan, and many things that he thought were sinister, bloody and cruel that happened all the way back south. He didn't tell her last time, but he told her all tonight.
Luoluo listened quietly and didn't say anything.
"Ripuration is really a very difficult thing, because it is difficult to grasp the degree, and the fruit is easy to rot when it is ripe."
Chen Changsheng said: "I still insist that living should not be a battle."
After saying this, he let Luoluo go to sleep, and continued to sit on the big banyan tree, thinking about something.
Su Li taught him the Three Swords, the Wisdom Sword is very powerful, all kinds of calculations and deduction, it is fighting, the burning sword is very powerful, all kinds of burning life, that is fighting, but what he really likes is the stupid sword, because the stupid sword needs It's courage, and it's not fighting.
He just wants to live, he never wants to fight, he doesn't like to fight, but to live, sometimes fighting is inevitable, especially when you need to take responsibility.
Until now, he didn't know what responsibility Archbishop Merisa wanted to take on, but he understood that attitude.
He closed his eyes on the big banyan tree, but he didn't sleep all night.
At five o'clock in the morning, he opened his eyes, just like every day in the past, but his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He took five deep breaths, calmed his mind, walked down the tree and walked around the lake, moved his stiff body, ate two bowls of porridge cooked by Xuanyuan Po in the kitchen, and even ate half of it as an exception. Salted duck eggs.
"Today, many people should go to the Episcopal Office to express their condolences. You will go there on behalf of the Orthodox Academy." He said to Luoluo.
Thinking about today's battle, Luoluo didn't want to leave, but she couldn't meet Chen Changsheng's gaze, so she nodded.
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As the morning light receded, the outside of Baihua Lane gradually became lively, and the temporary pergola was already full of people. The best position does not belong to the most powerful figures, but to the painters and storytellers of the Four Great Squares. They are responsible for recording all the details of today's battle, and then spreading them throughout the entire capital and the entire continent.
Zhou Ziheng had already arrived, standing in front of the National Education College, feeling a little regretful.
——Challenging a young man from the Nether Realm with his cultivation in the Star Gathering Realm is a bit embarrassing, but the other party is the dean of the Orthodox Academy after all. So he thinks that today's battle will greatly improve his reputation. He dare not say how much he will improve on the Xiaoyao list, but at least it will let more people know his name.
As a guest minister, fame is often more important than strength.
To make his reputation stronger through this battle, he needs audiences, especially powerful ones, not painters and storytellers. Regrettably, Archbishop Merisa passed away last night, and those important people who might have appeared would go to the Patriarchate to express their condolences. So he felt a little regretful, even a little annoyed. When can't you die, why do you have to die now
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