musicians of old

Chapter 903 Bach?

"Thank you, the former preserver of the 'cost,' the later destroyer of the 'old day,' our partner and offspring, the closest friend of the Mithraic Church."

At the organ recital stand, the slightly chubby middle-aged man began to speak.

The comment might have contained some sharpness, and Fan Ning immediately frowned slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

“But the congregation, who were once bathed in light, now gnashed their teeth in mourning. For they have stood on the way home for generations, yet in the end they did not expect the Holy Spirit to come upon them,” the middle-aged man continued.

Even now, those who were once elevated to the status of residents still can't let go of certain obsessions?

Fan Ning sighed inwardly.

Actually, he didn't want to talk about these things. His expectations for meeting this master "Starlight" were not like that.

Holy Spirit, oh Holy Spirit.

Those who attend the Descent of God Society also refer to themselves as the Holy Spirit.

But the congregation will gnash their teeth and weep.
“Blessed are those who mourn,” Fan Ning replied calmly after hearing this. “But this world is inherently hateful and sinful. All who speak of the path have now fallen, for the beginning above the ‘glory’ is nothingness, a chasing after the wind.”

“I have run the race for my people of Janus, fought the good fight, and kept the faith. The crown of righteousness has been reserved for me.”

A moment of silence fell over the church.

"There's really no point in discussing any more doctrines, or the Son of God and the Holy Spirit, or having an equal debate between you and me. I'd rather meet with your lingering echo with 'unequal' respect."

Fan Ning spoke again.

"Mystery is mystery, and art is art. Today we meet, but you are not the first Saint Sebastian, the one who basks in the light, and I am not the last Saint Lavoisier, the one who basks in the light."

“You are Johann Sebastian Bach, the ‘father of Western music,’ a tragic link in the cost of the 0th century; I am Karl van Ning, the ‘musician of the past,’ a pilgrim under the moonlight of later generations.”

Seeing that Bach had no reaction, Fanning was filled with more doubts, but now was definitely not the time to waste any more time.

Inside the church, chants of "divine themes" resounded.

Fanning, with the "Secret of the Endless," ignites the lamp, within which the vast and complex star map, composed of romantic passion, classical balance, impressionistic color, and modern exploration, begins to operate autonomously in this polyphonic universe of Bach, according to this most fundamental law.

Wagner’s dominant motif finds its structural kin in the fugue; Beethoven’s willpower resonates with the tenacity of the toccata; Mozart’s brilliant melodies find their source in the harmony of hymns; even Stravinsky’s rhythmic violence finds its rebellious origin in this most primal order.

Fanning continued walking.

He ascended the altar, spread his arms in a declaration gesture, and immersed his body in the falling "rain of starlight."

This declaration is not only directed at Bach, but at all the stars he has collected or is yet to collect throughout the long river of musical history—

“I was once your student, learning to walk between rhythm and color.”

“I was your successor, looking out over your shoulders.”

"Now, I stand here, between the end and the beginning of everything—"

"I've come to guide you."

From modern schools to Impressionism, from Romanticism to Classicism and then to the Baroque period, certain superficial chain reactions triggered deeper chain reactions, and the deeper chain reactions triggered an even deeper and unstoppable force of attraction!

Handel's magnificent fireworks, Vivaldi's cycle of the seasons, Purcell's English elegy, Rameau's harmonic foundation, even the epic of light and shadow on Rembrandt's canvas, and Milton's grand poems recited after going blind—all the "starlight" floats up from the deep shadows and light throughout the church.

Moreover, during the Renaissance, the pure vocals of Palestrina, the eternally smiling Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci, the exquisite and elegant artistry of Raphael, and the sacred touch of Michelangelo on the Sistine Chapel ceiling all resonated together.

That was a celebration of the rediscovery of "humanity".

In the Rococo era, the delicate ornamentation in Couperin's keyboard works, the dreamlike banquets on Watteau and Boucher's canvases, and the shimmering light and shadow of skirts fluttering on swings in Fragonard's paintings also intertwined and floated together.

The starlight is light and graceful.

There is also the pure and resilient "starlight" of medieval Gregorian chant.

Even beyond the source of the chants, in a more distant region almost indistinguishable from mythology, fragments of the rhythms of ancient civilizations—the drumbeats of sacrifices, the horns of hunting, the rough structures of murals, the patterns of dance depicted on pottery—were awakened like fireflies and joined this torrent of light!
No sound.

An extreme, awe-inspiring silence.

The density and brightness of the "starlight rain" reached a level of pure epic scale at this moment.

Fanning saw Bach's figure finally become blurry.

A starlight, carrying the tranquility and profundity of "returning to zero," drifted down. Gazing at it briefly, one could feel how insignificant individual joys and sorrows are, while only the eternal structure, like divine geometry, endures forever.

Fanning stared at him for dozens of breaths.

He still bowed solemnly and respectfully to them.

The "starlight" drifted toward him very slowly, happening simultaneously with the convergence of the essence of the entire history of civilization into the "night watchman's lamp."

He maintained the gesture of reaching out to guide her.

During this time, countless streams of light of various colors flowed quietly, solemnly, and like rivers flowing into the sea into the pure white lamp cavity.

The cold, jade-like halo of light has faded, and the lamp cavity has gradually transformed into a translucent, intricate structure with billions of starlight flowing inside. It no longer needs to burn; its very existence is light.

Fan Ning stood amidst the "rain of starlight," at the heart of this process of returning to silence, witnessing these scenes that completely transcended the realm of experience. He also felt his own divinity expanding, bearing the weight of this overly profound civilization, a change even more fundamental than that brought about by crossing the "Gate of Polar Night."

A sense of enlightenment and an indescribable emotion welled up in my heart.

That final "starlight" was almost upon Fanning.

If we pick it up as well, perfection will be achieved.

The trajectory of this "starlight" falling seems to be slightly "high".

It didn't land on the lamp Fanning was carrying, but instead floated up to his face.

"wrong!"

At that moment, a chilling feeling suddenly welled up from the bottom of Fan Ning's heart!

"Shoot-"

The once extremely blurry image of Bach suddenly became solid again.

Then, a crack appeared right in front of his nose.

It was full of wriggling "double-disc flukes"!
The egg-shaped segments intertwined within Bach's hollow face, radiating a nauseating, iridescent, oily sheen!