After Serena left, Chen Yin looked at the hotels in the town. There were some hotels in Resurrection Town that were vacant on weekdays and only opened at markets or other festivals, which would be exempt from weekday taxes.

If the Elf Assassin appears in Resurrection Town, she will definitely find a hotel to stay. Chen Yin will remember the locations of those hotels in advance and the surrounding streets and alleys.

After glanced over a few casually, Chen Yin saw the Shanbu people gathered in groups in front of the billboard in the tavern, bustling and noisy.

There are other hotels, each with their own sights.

Then he saw the hotel where scholars temporarily lived.

"Atheism." Chen Yin remembered what Monroe scholar said at the seminar, "...Well, if Monroe scholars say it well, atheism seems to be a philosophy that focuses on people themselves."

Influenced by his previous life, Chen Yin's view of this concern for people himself has a natural sense of identity.

Monroe Scholar left a good impression on himself at the seminar. With the new ideas he mentioned, Chen Yin looked at Monroe Scholar's room with a little curiosity.

A pair of tables and chairs, straw-filled single beds and a knee-high storage box are common configurations in this type of hotel.

Monroe scholar, holding a bee candle, pulled open the chair in front of the small table, and put the candlelight on the corner of the table.

Chen Yin watched him pull out a notebook from the package, dipped ink on the quill, and wrote on the notebook.

"The 1112th year of the inheritance calendar, October 6th, is also the 3013th year of the main divine calendar of the True Cult, September 12th. Today, I attended a seminar for Qasim scholars."

This is his diary, and Monroe scholars talk to themselves while writing. This is an old problem that older scholars have.

"I was amazed by the words of scholar Kassim. I thought that atheism could not be said to be able to convince everyone, but at least it would make others unable to find fault. But scholar Kasim, his wisdom and eloquence are better than his father and I am better than me. 'Existence is to be perceived, and I think so I am.' It makes people sigh that I cannot argue until now."

Having written this, Monroe scholar hovered his pen tip, as if he was hesitating, and he wrote again after a few seconds.

"He said this was the oracle he heard. I was skeptical about it and lied that there were many charlatans who had heard of oracles. Of course, my dear Rebecca, I'm not saying that Qasim was a charlatan.

This is a small town that is being looked upon by God, and everyone here says so... I really can't believe it, and I have always regarded it as superstition or boastful. But today, I was a little shaken, dear Rebecca."

Chen Yin saw him writing "Dear Rebecca" several times.

Rebecca...she is the family or friend of Monroe Scholar?

Just written in the diary... Could it be that he wants to tear it off and send it out?

Chen Yin continued to look at the unbelieving scholar.

"Atheism tells me that God is just a wise man who is much more wise than all living beings. But, if it is true as the scholars of Qasim said, perhaps the vision of atheism is too shallow."

Monroe scholar said that the following words were difficult to write, and obviously it was not easy for him to deny the original idea.

"Dear Rebecca, you said... Does God really exist? If it is true...ah...will that really mean that the suicide cannot go to heaven?"

Monroe scholar's voice trembled, he put down his pen and covered his holy painting pendant on his chest with his hands.

Whether it is the Giant King's Church or the True Church, it has been stipulated in the scriptures that without God's will, the innocent believers of the Church who kill innocent people will not go to heaven and fall to hell.

Suicide is also considered a killing of believers in this religion.

Therefore, those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven.

"My Rebecca, Julian's mother... have you really fallen into hell?" said the Monroe scholar tremblingly.

Hearing this, Chen Yin understood that the Rebecca he mentioned should be his wife.

Monroe scholar slowly raised the Holy Painting Pendant, lowered his forehead and gently pressed against the pendant.

"This is a small town that is being treated by God. The king of my king. Please tell me, my wife, can you be in hell?"

He closed his eyes and waited, murmured with the scriptures.

After a long time, no response.

Monroe scholar put down the holy painting pendant in a down-and-out manner.

He picked up the quill again and dipped it in ink.

"Okay...she didn't hear it." Monroe scholar mocked himself in a rigorous spirit, "It may also be a revenge on atheism. I really disbelief. God does not need to respond to those who do not believe, nor does it need to respond to those who do not believe... prayers that only seek benefits.

I want to tell you, Rebecca. I really expect the gods and the king of my kings to exist only relative to each other, even... not. In this way, there will be no hell. You don't have to suffer."

Above the sea of ​​clouds, Chen Yin silently listened to the whispers of Monroe scholars and saw every word he wrote in his diary.

Chen Yin was inexplicably sad.

However, both bell towers had no lights and could not respond to his prayers.

"Also, I have never seen the kingdom of heaven or hell. I know nothing about your wife," Chen Yin couldn't help but say.

There is nothing to do, Chen Yin walked down the sea of ​​thousands of clouds.

Consciousness returned to the body, and he lay down on the bed and put the "Crossom Records" aside to avoid people with ulterior motives from divining or peeping at him.

I hope I have a good dream tonight.

................

In the lecture hall.

Lomea walked to the aisle paved with milky white stone bricks in the light moonlight. She knelt on the mat, dipped in the holy water on both sides, applied to her cheeks, forehead, folded her palms together, and chanted the scriptures softly.

After each chanting, she turned the beads of chanting, dipped them again in holy water, and kissed the scriptures in front of her.

Seven times later, Lomei Ayingying stood up.

"The beads are hot?" Lomea raised the beads and identified the changes in the scriptures above.

"...I have a letter, sent by Yudosea." She looked surprised.

Luo Meia quickly walked into the room, showed the body of the spiritual envoy, and penetrated into Yinsha's body, who was sleeping soundly.

After adapting to the body, the priest stood up, flipped out the scriptures of the True Teachings, followed the verses of the beads, and turned to the corresponding number of pages.

"The messenger from the sacred space," the priest slowly recited the summoning spell, waiting for the arrival of the sentiment fairies.

The font is constantly twisted as the mantra is recited. After the paper turns dark yellow, every line and sentence on it will be gone without a trace.

The goblins began to write the contents of the letter.

“My half body, my helm.

The sage of the Saint-Sword-holding Cultivation Society, the elf Qin Du Yiner, has embarked on the road to the holy land. She is determined to explore the truth about Christopher's canonization."

When the priest saw this, his expression was slightly tight.

She is in a complicated mood.

Christopher was indeed sacred, and the day he was sacred was exactly the night Chen Yin communicated with the spirit.

These two... must be related.

The priest, or Lomea, she didn't know what to do.

silently,

She crawled out of the priest's body and returned to the girl's body.

"Sir...what the hell is going on?" Lomea whispered.

Lomea continued to watch.

"My main helm, the angels loyal to the fools, have all been exiled with the gods and bound and sealed, and there is no possibility that they will come down to earth to enthrone the saints. So... I can only connect this enthronement with the soul of the Resurrection Town. You and I know that the soul has the authority of the king of my kings. This was definitely stolen by him.

Qin Du Yiner, her talent is outstanding. Although she is not familiar with ancient sayings, her ability may not be worse than the second in the second.

She is a fanatical believer, of course, obeys me.

And I have hinted that Resurrection Town has the direction of investigation for the whole thing, and she will go to Resurrection Town.

Here, I suggest you, my helm, you need to pretend to be a true believer who is secretly converted, otherwise, cooperation with her will be particularly difficult.

And the next part of this letter is to temporarily order her blood curse. You must write down my helm."
Chapter completed!