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Scenes emerge.
In all directions within the region, bursts of glory shrouded.
What appeared before his eyes at the moment was a huge lake.
The lake is huge and spacious, like an inland sea, with no bottom visible.
However, different from the normal lake, this lake is full of a kind of sacred brilliance, in which there seems to be a huge power, giving people a unique sense of holiness.
Occasionally, you can see the golden fish leaping over the lake, and there are beautiful goblins playing. It's a very beautiful scene, which looks very exciting.
At a glance, it's like coming to a fairyland in legend.
In the distance, in the middle of the lake, a golden tree grows there, bearing golden fruits, which looks very unique.
The fruit is golden. It looks like it has the texture of legend. It is particularly unique. It seems to contain the unique meaning of the world, giving people a unique feeling.
"This... This is..."
looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged priest gaped and felt 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 seeing.
"Golden tree, Goblin Lake..."
standing in the same place, he seemed to think of something, and his heart leaped.
As if he remembered something, he looked up to the front, under the golden tree.
Only there, a figure is standing, now back to him, facing the golden tree, seems to be murmuring, saying something there.
"Holy Mother!"
The middle-aged priest finally confirmed that.
Isn't the scene in front of us the Golden Garden of the Virgin Mary?
In other words, this is the legendary holy land.
Then, the man standing under the golden tree...
thinking of this, the middle-aged priest jumped in his heart, then quickly moved forward and walked forward.
With a kind of uneasy and pilgrimage mentality, he slowly walked forward and wanted to have a look.
As his thoughts flashed by, he slowly got up and went forward.
In all directions, he seemed to be aware of his idea. An invisible bridge emerged, just like this, built on the golden lake.
Above the lake, a light golden glow unfolds.
This golden bridge is brilliant. At a glance, it looks incomparably bright, giving people a dazzling sense.
Just walking on it, you can feel an inexplicable sense of holiness and a deep precipitation of history.
The middle-aged priest, holding a pilgrimage mentality, slowly stepped into it and walked over the golden bridge.
And with his actions, a stream of information is displayed.
Those are all kinds of stories in the past, as well as scenes of the epic of the Virgin Mary saving the world. Now it is so clear that it emerges in his mind.
Walking on the Golden Bridge, feeling these messages in my mind, the middle-aged priest with deep tears in his eyes, could not help crying at this moment.
A kind of inexplicable move emerges from the heart, surging up at the moment.
"The Almighty and compassionate virgin..."
he murmured to himself, and his pace could not help but quicken and move forward quickly.
And in front, it seems to feel his arrival.
Under the golden tree, the figure standing there alone shows up, and now it appears.
He seemed to be aware of something. Now he turned silently and looked in the direction of the golden bridge.
And at the moment when he turned around, his appearance was also completely displayed, so far.
Then, under the gaze of the middle-aged priest, the figure of a young man shows.
The youth's age does not look too old, just 15 or 16 years old, but the appearance is amazing, there is a kind of beauty that reaches the world's acme, with a kind of suffocating charm.
He was wearing a pure white robe, which was engraved with various textures. The whole person was very natural, with a sacred and inviolable breath and charm, which was hard to forget at a glance.
The most difficult to ignore, or his eyes, with a golden road, like the eyes of God in general, especially sacred extraordinary, suffocating.
"Madonna..."
looking at the young man's appearance, the middle-aged priest was stunned and didn't know what to say.
According to legend, the figure standing under the golden tree should be the legendary virgin.
But if it is true that according to the legend, the virgin should be the image of a woman.The figure standing under the golden tree is a young man.
's youth looks beautiful, and that kind of charm is suffocating. It is like gathering the aura and essence of heaven and earth.
However, in its appearance, we can see some traces and shadows of the virgin. It seems that there are some similarities, but there are great differences.
The middle-aged priest was puzzled about this, but he could find an explanation for it.
After all, the statues are made by mortals. It is quite normal that the image of the Virgin Mary has changed or even deviated from its original appearance after such a long time.
But what's the matter with this young man in front of us?
The virgin in the legend should be a woman.
Why is it a teenager?
"Can we say that... In this era, the Virgin Mary will change again and adopt the male image?"
Standing in the same place, the middle-aged priest felt a movement in his heart. At this time, he automatically added: "for him, the so-called gender may be just an idea."
Yes.
For the legendary Madonna, if she wants to, she may become a man in a moment. It's just a piece of cake to appear as a man. It's nothing at all.
And in the legend of the Church of Notre Dame, there is a story of the virgin incarnating as a teenager and saving the world.
In mythology and legend, the Virgin Mary once incarnated as the prince of a certain country, and stood up before the disaster to save everything in that country.
And this scene in front of us may represent that scene.
At this moment, the middle-aged priest's mind flashed all kinds of ideas, but his face became more fanatical.
A great holy force appeared on his body.
At this moment, he only felt that his soul was incomparably pure, incomparably natural, as if it was fused with the holy land around him.
There is no doubt that this feeling is rare, but it is an indescribable feeling, people want to go on forever.
Just in front of him, the boy who was suspected to be the Virgin was still standing there. At the moment, he seemed to be looking at him with a light smile on his face.
"You should go back."
Soft voice sounded, reverberated at the moment, especially gentle, people can't help feeling good.
Then, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up.
As the young man spoke, everything around seemed to have changed.
A variety of supreme scenes began to show, and then in front of him, the middle-aged priest felt the change.
In front of us, the golden golden tree starts to shine.
The brilliance spread out directly, enveloped his body, then slowly moved forward and pushed him out of the place in front of him.
In an instant, the space in all directions is oppressed, and the scenes between nothingness are displayed.
Suddenly, the priest seemed to see the scenes of epic.
There are princes fighting, fighting in the battlefield...
there are Madonnas born, blood and tears dripping...
there are also golden trees, a young man standing alone, his face blue, seems to be sad.
Scenes unfold in the mind, which coincides with the scenes recorded in the epic.
"No!"
At night, in the spacious room, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up and called out subconsciously.
But then he was stunned.
Because in front of him, it was no longer the golden holy land before, but in his own room.
I don't know when, he has left the previous place and returned to the real world.
And what he's in now is his own room.
Realizing this, he sat on the head of the bed for a long time. Then he got up and went to the window sill.
Outside the window sill, a burst of street lights show and shine everywhere.
Occasionally, pedestrians can be seen in a hurry, walking around, a quiet scene.
Now it's evening, and looking around, it's very late.
"Just a dream?"
Standing in the same place, the middle-aged priest mumbles to himself. At this time, his mind is still full of the scene just now.
Just now, that scene is still in his mind, especially true, almost let him forget.
If we say that what we have just experienced is just a dream, it would be too outrageous.
The middle-aged priest can clearly feel the difference between those scenes and dreams.
There is also the boy under the golden tree in his dream, whose appearance is still in his mind.
If we can dream of these things in our dreams, it would be very strange.Or...
"the great virgin..."
he stood there alone with a pious look on his face: "is this really your will?"
If it wasn't for the will of the great virgin, how could he dream of those just now.
It's just that...
What does the great virgin want to tell him when she makes him dream of these things?
The thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what to say.
Standing in the same place, he thought for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked to one side.
He moved quickly, and soon left his room and went to one side.
And his destination is nothing else, it is the church where he lives.
For the priest, the place of the church is belonging, which is not only his work, but also the place for him to fight for all his life.
So he lived close to the church and soon got there.
But to his surprise, when he entered the church, the door was not closed.
"Is there anyone left?"
He was a little bit surprised, so he walked into it and came to the usual lecture hall.
The hall of the church is very large, and the decoration is very gorgeous. At a glance, it gives people a solemn atmosphere.
Of course, the most important one is the statue.
The statue is very huge, occupying a large area in this place, and its image is also the image of the virgin in the legend.
In the past, the middle-aged priest stood under the statue and gave a speech to the believers around him.
But this time, he felt different.
At ordinary times, he always stands in front of the statue, speaking on behalf of the Church of Notre Dame, giving a speech for the believers around him.
By this time, there are no speakers ahead.
He came down the steps, just like a pilgrim, and walked into it simply.
I don't know if it's an illusion. This time, he seems to have felt something, an unusual feeling.
He had seen the view of the church many times before him.
It was in this place that he grew up. He was already familiar with everything around him and would not be a stranger.
But today, this time, he has a strange feeling.
There's nothing different about it.
A golden light appeared before his eyes.
"This is..."
feeling the golden light, the middle-aged priest subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and then he was stunned.
Because at this moment, he saw a lot of unusual things.
In his eyes, on the front of the statue, a golden light is showing.
The divine power emerges, the golden light unfolds, and thus emerges.
The mysterious texture is shrouded in all directions, covering the whole church. It looks very sacred and bright.
This power is sacred and bright, making people feel extraordinarily pure, with a sense of peace of mind, extraordinarily extraordinary.
as like as two peas in the middle age, the power that emerges before him is exactly the same as the power he feels in his dream.
That kind of bright and warm, and he felt the same feeling in a dream.
"It's not a dream..."
his eyes were filled with tears. At this time, his face was full of excitement, and he didn't know what to say to express his excitement.
"Merciful virgin... You finally wake up and spread the light to your followers..."
he murmured to himself with excited face.
At this moment, his mood is full of fanaticism.
This state lasted for a long time.
Then there was a sudden sound from outside.
Bursts of crisp sound came, sounds like a burst of footwork.
Listening to the voice, the priest suddenly woke up, stopped his action, and then looked back.
In the rear, a shadow appeared, and then a figure came slowly.
It was the figure of a teenager.
The young man didn't look very old, but he was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was still wearing a black priestly robe and looked very outstanding.
Looking at the boy's appearance, the middle-aged priest was relieved.
"So late, haven't you left yet?"
Standing in the same place, he looked at the boy coming behind him and said so.
"I discussed it with sister Fang."
Below, listening to the middle-aged priest's words, the young man laughed, and then said: "the church here needs to be guarded every day, in this place.""Then I happened to be OK in recent days, so I came to stay."
"So..."
the priest nodded, then suddenly.
"Father, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
He walked to the priest in silence. The boy looked at the priest in front of him. He looked a little strange and asked.
"I...
the middle-aged priest opened his mouth, just wanted to explain, but stopped, and then said:" there are some things, so come and have a look. "
The boy looked at the priest, did not continue to ask, just nodded.
Then he went to one side in silence and began to fiddle with the candles and other things.
These are his daily work.
"Do you think... Does the virgin really exist?"
Standing in the same place, looking at the boy's action, after a while, the middle-aged priest hesitated for a while, then suddenly spoke.
Voice down, the body of the young pause.
"I think the virgin is always there."
He turned around, looked at the priest behind him and said seriously, "besides, it's around us."
"Really?"
Listening to the young man's answer, the middle-aged priest was surprised: "why do you think so?"
"Because I believe."
The young man laughed, then spoke softly: "some things will always be in a boundary between existence and non existence before they are really seen and observed with both eyes."
"There is a clear line between man and God. Perhaps with the power of mortals, we will never see the trace of the existence of the Virgin Mary, but he does exist and is influencing us."
"People's belief is a kind of sustenance, but also a kind of strength."
"Perhaps, for most people in the world, the so-called Virgin Mary is just a fictional story..."
"but..."
standing in the same place, the young man pauses, then opens his mouth again, with a smile on his face: "for me, as long as I am alive and the people who believe in the Virgin Mary are still alive, the Virgin Mary exists."
"When I exist, he exists with me, when I disappear, he dies with me..."
"this is faith..."
the soft voice falls, very soft, but it also shows a deep firmness and will, with strong appeal.
Standing in the same place, listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged priest couldn't help but look at it sideways. At this time, he couldn't help looking at it with new eyes.
It's not complicated.
But the will and even the faith revealed in it were the things that really moved him.
If a person has such will and belief, he will not be an ordinary person.
"You..."
he sighed in his heart. He was just about to say something, but he was suddenly stunned.
Because in front of the body, under his gaze, a glimmer of light is showing.
In the youth's body, the light golden glory unfolds.
The radiance is warm, pure and bright, just like the most holy radiance, giving people an indescribable unique feeling.
as like as two peas in the middle age, the glory is just the same as the brilliance of.
on the Virgin Mary.
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Scenes emerge.
In all directions within the region, bursts of glory shrouded.
What appeared before his eyes at the moment was a huge lake.
The lake is huge and spacious, like an inland sea, with no bottom visible.
However, different from the normal lake, this lake is full of a kind of sacred brilliance, in which there seems to be a huge power, giving people a unique sense of holiness.
Occasionally, you can see the golden fish leaping over the lake, and there are beautiful goblins playing. It's a very beautiful scene, which looks very exciting.
At a glance, it's like coming to a fairyland in legend.
In the distance, in the middle of the lake, a golden tree grows there, bearing golden fruits, which looks very unique.
The fruit is golden. It looks like it has the texture of legend. It is particularly unique. It seems to contain the unique meaning of the world, giving people a unique feeling.
"This... This is..."
looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged priest gaped and felt 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 seeing.
"Golden tree, Goblin Lake..."
standing in the same place, he seemed to think of something, and his heart leaped.
As if he remembered something, he looked up to the front, under the golden tree.
Only there, a figure is standing, now back to him, facing the golden tree, seems to be murmuring, saying something there.
"Holy Mother!"
The middle-aged priest finally confirmed that.
Isn't the scene in front of us the Golden Garden of the Virgin Mary?
In other words, this is the legendary holy land.
Then, the man standing under the golden tree...
thinking of this, the middle-aged priest jumped in his heart, then quickly moved forward and walked forward.
With a kind of uneasy and pilgrimage mentality, he slowly walked forward and wanted to have a look.
As his thoughts flashed by, he slowly got up and went forward.
In all directions, he seemed to be aware of his idea. An invisible bridge emerged, just like this, built on the golden lake.
Above the lake, a light golden glow unfolds.
This golden bridge is brilliant. At a glance, it looks incomparably bright, giving people a dazzling sense.
Just walking on it, you can feel an inexplicable sense of holiness and a deep precipitation of history.
The middle-aged priest, holding a pilgrimage mentality, slowly stepped into it and walked over the golden bridge.
And with his actions, a stream of information is displayed.
Those are all kinds of stories in the past, as well as scenes of the epic of the Virgin Mary saving the world. Now it is so clear that it emerges in his mind.
Walking on the Golden Bridge, feeling these messages in my mind, the middle-aged priest with deep tears in his eyes, could not help crying at this moment.
A kind of inexplicable move emerges from the heart, surging up at the moment.
"The Almighty and compassionate virgin..."
he murmured to himself, and his pace could not help but quicken and move forward quickly.
And in front, it seems to feel his arrival.
Under the golden tree, the figure standing there alone shows up, and now it appears.
He seemed to be aware of something. Now he turned silently and looked in the direction of the golden bridge.
And at the moment when he turned around, his appearance was also completely displayed, so far.
Then, under the gaze of the middle-aged priest, the figure of a young man shows.
The youth's age does not look too old, just 15 or 16 years old, but the appearance is amazing, there is a kind of beauty that reaches the world's acme, with a kind of suffocating charm.
He was wearing a pure white robe, which was engraved with various textures. The whole person was very natural, with a sacred and inviolable breath and charm, which was hard to forget at a glance.
The most difficult to ignore, or his eyes, with a golden road, like the eyes of God in general, especially sacred extraordinary, suffocating.
"Madonna..."
looking at the young man's appearance, the middle-aged priest was stunned and didn't know what to say.
According to legend, the figure standing under the golden tree should be the legendary virgin.
But if it is true that according to the legend, the virgin should be the image of a woman.The figure standing under the golden tree is a young man.
's youth looks beautiful, and that kind of charm is suffocating. It is like gathering the aura and essence of heaven and earth.
However, in its appearance, we can see some traces and shadows of the virgin. It seems that there are some similarities, but there are great differences.
The middle-aged priest was puzzled about this, but he could find an explanation for it.
After all, the statues are made by mortals. It is quite normal that the image of the Virgin Mary has changed or even deviated from its original appearance after such a long time.
But what's the matter with this young man in front of us?
The virgin in the legend should be a woman.
Why is it a teenager?
"Can we say that... In this era, the Virgin Mary will change again and adopt the male image?"
Standing in the same place, the middle-aged priest felt a movement in his heart. At this time, he automatically added: "for him, the so-called gender may be just an idea."
Yes.
For the legendary Madonna, if she wants to, she may become a man in a moment. It's just a piece of cake to appear as a man. It's nothing at all.
And in the legend of the Church of Notre Dame, there is a story of the virgin incarnating as a teenager and saving the world.
In mythology and legend, the Virgin Mary once incarnated as the prince of a certain country, and stood up before the disaster to save everything in that country.
And this scene in front of us may represent that scene.
At this moment, the middle-aged priest's mind flashed all kinds of ideas, but his face became more fanatical.
A great holy force appeared on his body.
At this moment, he only felt that his soul was incomparably pure, incomparably natural, as if it was fused with the holy land around him.
There is no doubt that this feeling is rare, but it is an indescribable feeling, people want to go on forever.
Just in front of him, the boy who was suspected to be the Virgin was still standing there. At the moment, he seemed to be looking at him with a light smile on his face.
"You should go back."
Soft voice sounded, reverberated at the moment, especially gentle, people can't help feeling good.
Then, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up.
As the young man spoke, everything around seemed to have changed.
A variety of supreme scenes began to show, and then in front of him, the middle-aged priest felt the change.
In front of us, the golden golden tree starts to shine.
The brilliance spread out directly, enveloped his body, then slowly moved forward and pushed him out of the place in front of him.
In an instant, the space in all directions is oppressed, and the scenes between nothingness are displayed.
Suddenly, the priest seemed to see the scenes of epic.
There are princes fighting, fighting in the battlefield...
there are Madonnas born, blood and tears dripping...
there are also golden trees, a young man standing alone, his face blue, seems to be sad.
Scenes unfold in the mind, which coincides with the scenes recorded in the epic.
"No!"
At night, in the spacious room, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up and called out subconsciously.
But then he was stunned.
Because in front of him, it was no longer the golden holy land before, but in his own room.
I don't know when, he has left the previous place and returned to the real world.
And what he's in now is his own room.
Realizing this, he sat on the head of the bed for a long time. Then he got up and went to the window sill.
Outside the window sill, a burst of street lights show and shine everywhere.
Occasionally, pedestrians can be seen in a hurry, walking around, a quiet scene.
Now it's evening, and looking around, it's very late.
"Just a dream?"
Standing in the same place, the middle-aged priest mumbles to himself. At this time, his mind is still full of the scene just now.
Just now, that scene is still in his mind, especially true, almost let him forget.
If we say that what we have just experienced is just a dream, it would be too outrageous.
The middle-aged priest can clearly feel the difference between those scenes and dreams.
There is also the boy under the golden tree in his dream, whose appearance is still in his mind.
If we can dream of these things in our dreams, it would be very strange.Or...
"the great virgin..."
he stood there alone with a pious look on his face: "is this really your will?"
If it wasn't for the will of the great virgin, how could he dream of those just now.
It's just that...
What does the great virgin want to tell him when she makes him dream of these things?
The thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what to say.
Standing in the same place, he thought for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked to one side.
He moved quickly, and soon left his room and went to one side.
And his destination is nothing else, it is the church where he lives.
For the priest, the place of the church is belonging, which is not only his work, but also the place for him to fight for all his life.
So he lived close to the church and soon got there.
But to his surprise, when he entered the church, the door was not closed.
"Is there anyone left?"
He was a little bit surprised, so he walked into it and came to the usual lecture hall.
The hall of the church is very large, and the decoration is very gorgeous. At a glance, it gives people a solemn atmosphere.
Of course, the most important one is the statue.
The statue is very huge, occupying a large area in this place, and its image is also the image of the virgin in the legend.
In the past, the middle-aged priest stood under the statue and gave a speech to the believers around him.
But this time, he felt different.
At ordinary times, he always stands in front of the statue, speaking on behalf of the Church of Notre Dame, giving a speech for the believers around him.
By this time, there are no speakers ahead.
He came down the steps, just like a pilgrim, and walked into it simply.
I don't know if it's an illusion. This time, he seems to have felt something, an unusual feeling.
He had seen the view of the church many times before him.
It was in this place that he grew up. He was already familiar with everything around him and would not be a stranger.
But today, this time, he has a strange feeling.
There's nothing different about it.
A golden light appeared before his eyes.
"This is..."
feeling the golden light, the middle-aged priest subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and then he was stunned.
Because at this moment, he saw a lot of unusual things.
In his eyes, on the front of the statue, a golden light is showing.
The divine power emerges, the golden light unfolds, and thus emerges.
The mysterious texture is shrouded in all directions, covering the whole church. It looks very sacred and bright.
This power is sacred and bright, making people feel extraordinarily pure, with a sense of peace of mind, extraordinarily extraordinary.
as like as two peas in the middle age, the power that emerges before him is exactly the same as the power he feels in his dream.
That kind of bright and warm, and he felt the same feeling in a dream.
"It's not a dream..."
his eyes were filled with tears. At this time, his face was full of excitement, and he didn't know what to say to express his excitement.
"Merciful virgin... You finally wake up and spread the light to your followers..."
he murmured to himself with excited face.
At this moment, his mood is full of fanaticism.
This state lasted for a long time.
Then there was a sudden sound from outside.
Bursts of crisp sound came, sounds like a burst of footwork.
Listening to the voice, the priest suddenly woke up, stopped his action, and then looked back.
In the rear, a shadow appeared, and then a figure came slowly.
It was the figure of a teenager.
The young man didn't look very old, but he was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was still wearing a black priestly robe and looked very outstanding.
Looking at the boy's appearance, the middle-aged priest was relieved.
"So late, haven't you left yet?"
Standing in the same place, he looked at the boy coming behind him and said so.
"I discussed it with sister Fang."
Below, listening to the middle-aged priest's words, the young man laughed, and then said: "the church here needs to be guarded every day, in this place.""Then I happened to be OK in recent days, so I came to stay."
"So..."
the priest nodded, then suddenly.
"Father, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
He walked to the priest in silence. The boy looked at the priest in front of him. He looked a little strange and asked.
"I...
the middle-aged priest opened his mouth, just wanted to explain, but stopped, and then said:" there are some things, so come and have a look. "
The boy looked at the priest, did not continue to ask, just nodded.
Then he went to one side in silence and began to fiddle with the candles and other things.
These are his daily work.
"Do you think... Does the virgin really exist?"
Standing in the same place, looking at the boy's action, after a while, the middle-aged priest hesitated for a while, then suddenly spoke.
Voice down, the body of the young pause.
"I think the virgin is always there."
He turned around, looked at the priest behind him and said seriously, "besides, it's around us."
"Really?"
Listening to the young man's answer, the middle-aged priest was surprised: "why do you think so?"
"Because I believe."
The young man laughed, then spoke softly: "some things will always be in a boundary between existence and non existence before they are really seen and observed with both eyes."
"There is a clear line between man and God. Perhaps with the power of mortals, we will never see the trace of the existence of the Virgin Mary, but he does exist and is influencing us."
"People's belief is a kind of sustenance, but also a kind of strength."
"Perhaps, for most people in the world, the so-called Virgin Mary is just a fictional story..."
"but..."
standing in the same place, the young man pauses, then opens his mouth again, with a smile on his face: "for me, as long as I am alive and the people who believe in the Virgin Mary are still alive, the Virgin Mary exists."
"When I exist, he exists with me, when I disappear, he dies with me..."
"this is faith..."
the soft voice falls, very soft, but it also shows a deep firmness and will, with strong appeal.
Standing in the same place, listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged priest couldn't help but look at it sideways. At this time, he couldn't help looking at it with new eyes.
It's not complicated.
But the will and even the faith revealed in it were the things that really moved him.
If a person has such will and belief, he will not be an ordinary person.
"You..."
he sighed in his heart. He was just about to say something, but he was suddenly stunned.
Because in front of the body, under his gaze, a glimmer of light is showing.
In the youth's body, the light golden glory unfolds.
The radiance is warm, pure and bright, just like the most holy radiance, giving people an indescribable unique feeling.
as like as two peas in the middle age, the glory is just the same as the brilliance of.
on the Virgin Mary.
Scenes emerge. In all directions within the region, bursts of glory shrouded. What appeared before his eyes at the moment was a huge lake. The lake is huge and spacious, like an inland sea, with no bottom visible. However, different from the normal lake, this lake is full of a kind of sacred brilliance, in which there seems to be a huge power, giving people a unique sense of holiness. Occasionally, you can see the golden fish leaping over the lake, and there are beautiful goblins playing. It's a very beautiful scene, which looks very exciting. At a glance, it's like coming to a fairyland in legend. In the distance, in the middle of the lake, a golden tree grows there, bearing golden fruits, which looks very unique. The fruit is golden. It looks like it has the texture of legend. It is particularly unique. It seems to contain the unique meaning of the world, giving people a unique feeling. "This... This is..." looking at the scene in front of him, the middle-aged priest gaped and felt 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 seeing. "Golden tree, Goblin Lake..." standing in the same place, he seemed to think of something, and his heart leaped. As if he remembered something, he looked up to the front, under the golden tree. Only there, a figure is standing, now back to him, facing the golden tree, seems to be murmuring, saying something there. "Holy Mother!" The middle-aged priest finally confirmed that. Isn't the scene in front of us the Golden Garden of the Virgin Mary? In other words, this is the legendary holy land. Then, the man standing under the golden tree... thinking of this, the middle-aged priest jumped in his heart, then quickly moved forward and walked forward. With a kind of uneasy and pilgrimage mentality, he slowly walked forward and wanted to have a look. As his thoughts flashed by, he slowly got up and went forward. In all directions, he seemed to be aware of his idea. An invisible bridge emerged, just like this, built on the golden lake. Above the lake, a light golden glow unfolds. This golden bridge is brilliant. At a glance, it looks incomparably bright, giving people a dazzling sense. Just walking on it, you can feel an inexplicable sense of holiness and a deep precipitation of history. The middle-aged priest, holding a pilgrimage mentality, slowly stepped into it and walked over the golden bridge. And with his actions, a stream of information is displayed. Those are all kinds of stories in the past, as well as scenes of the epic of the Virgin Mary saving the world. Now it is so clear that it emerges in his mind. Walking on the Golden Bridge, feeling these messages in my mind, the middle-aged priest with deep tears in his eyes, could not help crying at this moment. A kind of inexplicable move emerges from the heart, surging up at the moment. "The Almighty and compassionate virgin..." he murmured to himself, and his pace could not help but quicken and move forward quickly. And in front, it seems to feel his arrival. Under the golden tree, the figure standing there alone shows up, and now it appears. He seemed to be aware of something. Now he turned silently and looked in the direction of the golden bridge. And at the moment when he turned around, his appearance was also completely displayed, so far. Then, under the gaze of the middle-aged priest, the figure of a young man shows. The youth's age does not look too old, just 15 or 16 years old, but the appearance is amazing, there is a kind of beauty that reaches the world's acme, with a kind of suffocating charm. He was wearing a pure white robe, which was engraved with various textures. The whole person was very natural, with a sacred and inviolable breath and charm, which was hard to forget at a glance. The most difficult to ignore, or his eyes, with a golden road, like the eyes of God in general, especially sacred extraordinary, suffocating. "Madonna..." looking at the young man's appearance, the middle-aged priest was stunned and didn't know what to say. According to legend, the figure standing under the golden tree should be the legendary virgin. But if it is true that according to the legend, the virgin should be the image of a woman.The figure standing under the golden tree is a young man. 's youth looks beautiful, and that kind of charm is suffocating. It is like gathering the aura and essence of heaven and earth. However, in its appearance, we can see some traces and shadows of the virgin. It seems that there are some similarities, but there are great differences. The middle-aged priest was puzzled about this, but he could find an explanation for it. After all, the statues are made by mortals. It is quite normal that the image of the Virgin Mary has changed or even deviated from its original appearance after such a long time. But what's the matter with this young man in front of us? The virgin in the legend should be a woman. Why is it a teenager? "Can we say that... In this era, the Virgin Mary will change again and adopt the male image?" Standing in the same place, the middle-aged priest felt a movement in his heart. At this time, he automatically added: "for him, the so-called gender may be just an idea." Yes. For the legendary Madonna, if she wants to, she may become a man in a moment. It's just a piece of cake to appear as a man. It's nothing at all. And in the legend of the Church of Notre Dame, there is a story of the virgin incarnating as a teenager and saving the world. In mythology and legend, the Virgin Mary once incarnated as the prince of a certain country, and stood up before the disaster to save everything in that country. And this scene in front of us may represent that scene. At this moment, the middle-aged priest's mind flashed all kinds of ideas, but his face became more fanatical. A great holy force appeared on his body. At this moment, he only felt that his soul was incomparably pure, incomparably natural, as if it was fused with the holy land around him. There is no doubt that this feeling is rare, but it is an indescribable feeling, people want to go on forever. Just in front of him, the boy who was suspected to be the Virgin was still standing there. At the moment, he seemed to be looking at him with a light smile on his face. "You should go back." Soft voice sounded, reverberated at the moment, especially gentle, people can't help feeling good. Then, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up. As the young man spoke, everything around seemed to have changed. A variety of supreme scenes began to show, and then in front of him, the middle-aged priest felt the change. In front of us, the golden golden tree starts to shine. The brilliance spread out directly, enveloped his body, then slowly moved forward and pushed him out of the place in front of him. In an instant, the space in all directions is oppressed, and the scenes between nothingness are displayed. Suddenly, the priest seemed to see the scenes of epic. There are princes fighting, fighting in the battlefield... there are Madonnas born, blood and tears dripping... there are also golden trees, a young man standing alone, his face blue, seems to be sad. Scenes unfold in the mind, which coincides with the scenes recorded in the epic. "No!" At night, in the spacious room, the middle-aged priest suddenly woke up and called out subconsciously. But then he was stunned. Because in front of him, it was no longer the golden holy land before, but in his own room. I don't know when, he has left the previous place and returned to the real world. And what he's in now is his own room. Realizing this, he sat on the head of the bed for a long time. Then he got up and went to the window sill. Outside the window sill, a burst of street lights show and shine everywhere. Occasionally, pedestrians can be seen in a hurry, walking around, a quiet scene. Now it's evening, and looking around, it's very late. "Just a dream?" Standing in the same place, the middle-aged priest mumbles to himself. At this time, his mind is still full of the scene just now. Just now, that scene is still in his mind, especially true, almost let him forget. If we say that what we have just experienced is just a dream, it would be too outrageous. The middle-aged priest can clearly feel the difference between those scenes and dreams. There is also the boy under the golden tree in his dream, whose appearance is still in his mind. If we can dream of these things in our dreams, it would be very strange.Or... "the great virgin..." he stood there alone with a pious look on his face: "is this really your will?" If it wasn't for the will of the great virgin, how could he dream of those just now. It's just that... What does the great virgin want to tell him when she makes him dream of these things? The thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what to say. Standing in the same place, he thought for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked to one side. He moved quickly, and soon left his room and went to one side. And his destination is nothing else, it is the church where he lives. For the priest, the place of the church is belonging, which is not only his work, but also the place for him to fight for all his life. So he lived close to the church and soon got there. But to his surprise, when he entered the church, the door was not closed. "Is there anyone left?" He was a little bit surprised, so he walked into it and came to the usual lecture hall. The hall of the church is very large, and the decoration is very gorgeous. At a glance, it gives people a solemn atmosphere. Of course, the most important one is the statue. The statue is very huge, occupying a large area in this place, and its image is also the image of the virgin in the legend. In the past, the middle-aged priest stood under the statue and gave a speech to the believers around him. But this time, he felt different. At ordinary times, he always stands in front of the statue, speaking on behalf of the Church of Notre Dame, giving a speech for the believers around him. By this time, there are no speakers ahead. He came down the steps, just like a pilgrim, and walked into it simply. I don't know if it's an illusion. This time, he seems to have felt something, an unusual feeling. He had seen the view of the church many times before him. It was in this place that he grew up. He was already familiar with everything around him and would not be a stranger. But today, this time, he has a strange feeling. There's nothing different about it. A golden light appeared before his eyes. "This is..." feeling the golden light, the middle-aged priest subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and then he was stunned. Because at this moment, he saw a lot of unusual things. In his eyes, on the front of the statue, a golden light is showing. The divine power emerges, the golden light unfolds, and thus emerges. The mysterious texture is shrouded in all directions, covering the whole church. It looks very sacred and bright. This power is sacred and bright, making people feel extraordinarily pure, with a sense of peace of mind, extraordinarily extraordinary. as like as two peas in the middle age, the power that emerges before him is exactly the same as the power he feels in his dream. That kind of bright and warm, and he felt the same feeling in a dream. "It's not a dream..." his eyes were filled with tears. At this time, his face was full of excitement, and he didn't know what to say to express his excitement. "Merciful virgin... You finally wake up and spread the light to your followers..." he murmured to himself with excited face. At this moment, his mood is full of fanaticism. This state lasted for a long time. Then there was a sudden sound from outside. Bursts of crisp sound came, sounds like a burst of footwork. Listening to the voice, the priest suddenly woke up, stopped his action, and then looked back. In the rear, a shadow appeared, and then a figure came slowly. It was the figure of a teenager. The young man didn't look very old, but he was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was still wearing a black priestly robe and looked very outstanding. Looking at the boy's appearance, the middle-aged priest was relieved. "So late, haven't you left yet?" Standing in the same place, he looked at the boy coming behind him and said so. "I discussed it with sister Fang." Below, listening to the middle-aged priest's words, the young man laughed, and then said: "the church here needs to be guarded every day, in this place.""Then I happened to be OK in recent days, so I came to stay." "So..." the priest nodded, then suddenly. "Father, why are you here in the middle of the night?" He walked to the priest in silence. The boy looked at the priest in front of him. He looked a little strange and asked. "I... the middle-aged priest opened his mouth, just wanted to explain, but stopped, and then said:" there are some things, so come and have a look. " The boy looked at the priest, did not continue to ask, just nodded. Then he went to one side in silence and began to fiddle with the candles and other things. These are his daily work. "Do you think... Does the virgin really exist?" Standing in the same place, looking at the boy's action, after a while, the middle-aged priest hesitated for a while, then suddenly spoke. Voice down, the body of the young pause. "I think the virgin is always there." He turned around, looked at the priest behind him and said seriously, "besides, it's around us." "Really?" Listening to the young man's answer, the middle-aged priest was surprised: "why do you think so?" "Because I believe." The young man laughed, then spoke softly: "some things will always be in a boundary between existence and non existence before they are really seen and observed with both eyes." "There is a clear line between man and God. Perhaps with the power of mortals, we will never see the trace of the existence of the Virgin Mary, but he does exist and is influencing us." "People's belief is a kind of sustenance, but also a kind of strength." "Perhaps, for most people in the world, the so-called Virgin Mary is just a fictional story..." "but..." standing in the same place, the young man pauses, then opens his mouth again, with a smile on his face: "for me, as long as I am alive and the people who believe in the Virgin Mary are still alive, the Virgin Mary exists." "When I exist, he exists with me, when I disappear, he dies with me..." "this is faith..." the soft voice falls, very soft, but it also shows a deep firmness and will, with strong appeal. Standing in the same place, listening to the young man's words, the middle-aged priest couldn't help but look at it sideways. At this time, he couldn't help looking at it with new eyes. It's not complicated. But the will and even the faith revealed in it were the things that really moved him. If a person has such will and belief, he will not be an ordinary person. "You..." he sighed in his heart. He was just about to say something, but he was suddenly stunned. Because in front of the body, under his gaze, a glimmer of light is showing. In the youth's body, the light golden glory unfolds. The radiance is warm, pure and bright, just like the most holy radiance, giving people an indescribable unique feeling. as like as two peas in the middle age, the glory is just the same as the brilliance of.on the Virgin Mary.
