only god

Chapter 480 Redeeming the past sins

The holy place, the place of redemption.

No one could have imagined in advance that the road to the Holy Land would be so far away and that salvation would be so difficult.

On this road, the true believers faced death one after another, and the suffering and pain never stopped.

As far as the eye can see, there is no one who is not sad.

But what can they do?How small and insignificant they are.

True believers can only welcome this funeral that is given to both the dead and the living.

Wildo stood at the very edge.

No coffin, no wreath, just plain sackcloth, a cold corpse, and a dying priest.

The days of the priest of the order were numbered, and even on the day of the funeral he was in a daze, and his eyes seemed to be shut.

This is a half-dead man.

"Father...Father, is he really going to die?"

A true believer knelt down on the ground and asked incredulously, tears flowed out, he sobbed silently,

"Lord, why is this?"

He knelt on the ground, his fingers were twitching and trembling, and wept into tears, as if he couldn't accept this fact.

The old believer who presided over the funeral could only slowly lift him up, squeeze out words of relief, and tell him that the priest will have the most beautiful place in the world after his death.

Even so, the true believers were still weeping.

"This is why... this is why..."

yeah...why?
Isn't it a pilgrimage to a land of salvation?Why are we not redeemed?

The cry of the true believer shocked everyone present, and the grief that had been going on for a long time seemed to be about to burst out at this moment. They heard the man cry, and there were tears in their eyes. They were at a loss, and their faces were full of confusion.

why?
Just one sentence seems to be enough to condense the voices of everyone.

The true believers huddled together helplessly. They knelt down and called out the name of the priest over and over again, but the latter was too weak. The dying priest slightly raised his hand, wanting to touch it, but due to lack of strength, And hang down.

In fear and despair, no one knows the answer.

But the funeral still has to go on.

They want to pray for the dead, comfort the souls of the dead, beg for mercy from the merciful God, and beg for the kingdom of heaven after death.

With tears in their eyes, the true believers knelt on the ground in confusion and helplessness, with their hands clasped together, with lingering sadness on their faces.

"Lord above, have mercy, and may your gifts, love, and grace be with him, and with those we love..."

Old believers recite funeral prayers.

There are three rounds of this prayer.

The true believers lowered their heads. They were silent and waited quietly, with tears that hadn't dried up on their faces.

The old believer's hands trembled, but he couldn't tremble, he had to support himself, he couldn't be so weak and sad.

"May the Lord bless him and may we pray for them at this moment!"

Thus, the true believers began to recite prayers in trembling voices.

The voice is mournful and mournful.

The breeze blows across the land full of death,
The prayers of the true believers are so loud in this doomsday-like place.

The priest of the religious order was sleeping on the ground, and beside him were dead true believers, and he was about to die, and he was about to say goodbye to the world in front of him.

He closed his eyes, and he gradually became weak, as if he was about to fall asleep and never wake up again, while the prayers of the true believers were filled with trembling tears.

This pilgrimage has been full of trials and tribulations.

Why is that?
No one knows, they clasped their hands, bowed their heads, they softly called out to the Lord, begged the Lord, to heal their pain, they chanted and murmured in mourning.

We've had our fair share of suffering...

Is not it?
But why is the road still so difficult?
During the prayer, the old believer was silent, his lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word.

He also can't find the answer

The true believers prayed over and over again.

At this moment, this group of souls who have gone through hardships are chanting ancient and long-standing prayers.

"God,
Look at what we've been through,"

"Can you hug us?

In this world,

Embrace our difficulties, embrace our despair. "

That was the prayer of the prophet Ar, that was the prayer of the Logos.

Souls who have gone through hardships seek faith and hope from distant prayers.

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Wildo saw the silence of the old believers.

He also didn't pray.

This human heart is already dead, and the living body contains a dead person.

In his mind, the previous question echoed.

Whenever disaster strikes, there are always people who want to pray. What are they praying for?
Is it to be grateful for His silence, or to praise His arrangement?
There are three rounds of prayers in total.After the first round of prayer, in this sad funeral, Wildo stood up slowly, and he went straight to a remote corner.

Wildo clenched his fists, as if waiting for something.

Not long after, he heard familiar footsteps, that was his godfather.

The old believer looked at Wildo, and after a while, he said:
"Everyone is at the funeral.

what are you doing? "

Wildo spit out:
"Breath, that's all."

The old believer stared straight at Wildo,
"I know you, Wildo, more than that, more than that, right?

What are you going to do?Suicide?I will not allow you to do this. "

That tough tone somehow aroused Wildo's anger.

Wildo turned around abruptly, and said harshly:

"But God allows it! He is watching us die!"

Fierce anger erupted suddenly, Wildo's eyes were fierce and painful, and his complexion was as ferocious as a wounded lion.

"We're dying, really dying."

"Unexplained death in such a deserted place, it took others 26 days to walk to the holy place, but we spent two forty days, but we ushered in death!"

"We've been through a lot and we still haven't got what we want.

Either God is silent, or God arranges all disasters! "

Once the tide of anger breaks the embankment, it can no longer stop the momentum, it will only become more urgent and more intense.

The old believer looked at the angry Wildo. After a moment of silence, the old man spit out:
"I'm very sorry…"

Wildo didn't stop because of a word of apology. Instead, he became more and more annoyed. All kinds of dissatisfaction with the old believers in the past seemed to erupt at this moment.

"What are you sorry for?! Yes, you should be sorry!

If it weren't for you, I would have left this sect long ago, if it weren't for you, I would have succeeded, and I would have been at ease elsewhere. "

"But you, it's you, you stopped all of this, and you shut me out with your shrewd eyes and rich experience, forcing me to become your godson in exchange for your trust!"

Wildo's right leg ached because of his yelling, but he didn't stop. The pain further stimulated his pain, and made him see how embarrassing he was in his current situation.

"If I hadn't become your godson, how could I have come here and foolishly embarked on this pilgrimage to death?!

Becoming your godson and converting to you, what have I gained?Nothing at all! "

At this moment, the old believer suddenly raised his voice and said,
"It's not nothing,

You have atoned for the sins of the past. "

Wildo was taken aback for a moment, then as if he had been fooled, his anger reached its peak.

"what are you saying?!"

When he raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the old believer, he saw an indescribable certainty and a little anger hidden in the latter's eyes.

"Say it again, what are you talking about?!"

Wildo growled.

"You redeemed the sins of the past."

The old believer said word by word,

"I know what you've done in the past, all these years, I can guess,

You set fire to your house and the house of your enemies, and you cursed them day and night to die.During the years you were a wanderer, you stole, fornicated, cheated, and made peace with sin almost all your life. When you first came to the order, you only wanted the money of the order! "

The words of the old believer became faster and faster, and the successive words were like dense rain, drowning Wildo.

All the while, it wasn't just Wildo who was furious.

"So what, what else can you do now, what else can you do now, kill me?!"

Wildo asked harshly.

"I just want to tell you, my Wildo, can't you see your changes later?!

Look at your eyes before, full of hatred, how hypocritical your every move is. "

"But look at you now, besides anger, what else is there in your eyes?
You have no hatred, you are cut off from your former self! "

The old believer seemed to be trying his best to keep calm, he spoke methodically, with a little anger in his voice,

"I used to be wary of you, but now I trust you, I teach you how to read, let you help me, and give you the whistle from before.

Tell me, will I give these to the old you? !
Your soul was once dirty, but now it is spotless.

Wildo, you will make mistakes in the future, but you will never sin again in the future! "

Godfather and godson, in this forest, an unprecedented quarrel broke out.

They are equally angry, equally painful, and equally confused and unable to find the direction of the way forward.

No one can tell them how to go after that, no one can tell them why all this happened, some are just two wounded lions, roaring and pouring out their anger in despair.

"It was you who made me go through hardships and pains, and it was you who made me walk on this difficult road!"

Wildo dragged his body and said angrily.

"Do you think I don't know that this road is difficult?!"

The old believer roared violently,

"We are always praying to God,
God, this road is so hard, so hard!
But we always know which path is easier.

Extorting money, defrauding offerings, taking bribes, or staying there, no longer practicing penance, enjoying the respect of others, making false promises, asking them to give us money bags, and we knock on the gate of heaven for them...

We always know which path will take us out of pain.

But we can't go...not once. "

The face of the old believer struggled, his eyes were red, and he shed tears of sorrow again,
"Because it hurts, because when we do evil, others suffer, because when we do that, we put a burden on others.

So we'll beg over and over again,
God,

Do not glorify us. "

Wildo was stunned, he stood there blankly, the powerful force in the words of the old believer overwhelmed him, making him motionless and unable to say anything.

Wildo saw that his godfather was struggling and suffering. He looked so fragile, as if an untimely wind was enough to destroy him.

When he regained his composure, tears welled up in his eyes, and he couldn't help murmuring:
"But it's hard, hard, always hard."

He stumbled towards the old believer, repeating the words over and over again.

Too hard.

The price of goodness is so high, but the rewards of evil are infinite, the list of the righteous is but a few pages, and the wicked crowd the earth.

"Yeah, it's always so hard,
You will always have to go through all kinds of tribulations in the world..."

The old believer said in a trembling voice, he was crying bitterly at this moment, all the tears he had suppressed before burst out, the old man kept crying, he was so tough that no one shared his pain.

Wildo looked at the godfather, trembling all over his body, and tears kept streaming down. Wildo stood in front of the father, saying "too difficult", while hugging him tightly in tears.

The father and son were weeping, mourning, trembling, tears mixed together, the anger had disappeared, replaced by continuous sorrow and rolling tears.

"God,
Why is this path so difficult? ! "

Wildo wept hissingly.

We have had trials and tribulations along the way...

God, do you see that?

They repeat over and over,

These two helpless souls uttered the cry of life in the hazy tears.

"God,
Look at what we've been through,"

The prayer sound, the prayer sound at the funeral in the distance, sounded again.

The weeping true believers gathered there, praying to God for salvation.

"Can you hug us?

In this world,

Embrace our difficulties, embrace our despair. "

The father and son who hugged each other suddenly trembled at this moment.

The successive pains and angry quarrels were all melted into crying at this moment, and that distant prayer seemed to awaken the deepest soul.

They trembled, trembled, and unconsciously merged into the prayer.

"God,
Look at what we've been through,"

"Can you hug us?

In this world,

Embrace our difficulties, embrace our despair. "

When disaster strikes, people always pray. What are they praying for?
Is it to be grateful for His silence, or to praise His arrangement?
No, neither.

People are just praying,

These souls who have gone through suffering and pain are surrounded, gathered, supported each other, and put their hands together. No matter what happened afterwards, they prayed loudly, and the voice gathered together was enough to shake the old world.

It was as if, between each other, there was a voice in my heart saying:
Let's pray together.

Don't worry about anything anymore.

All suffering and pain will go with the wind,

Let's pray together.

We are never alone.

Whatever happens, we share it together.

No matter how long the night is, it will eventually pass, and tomorrow will usher in the dawn again.

(End of this chapter)