savior epic

Chapter 214 Deathbed Confession (4k [-] in [-])

Before nightfall, Captain Hook was captured by Cinderuil. Under the black robe queen's hypnotic spell, Captain Hook explained the location of the little fairy Dingling and Linger, who was hidden in a shrine in the monastery. When I was rescued, I realized that I was imprisoned, not invited to be a guest.

When the little fairy saw Peter Pan who was seriously injured, she panicked immediately, and tears of innocence fell down one after another. Then, under the inconceivable eyes of everyone, the tears of the little fairy healed Peter Pan. He jumped up vigorously and flew into the air.

"Otherwise, how do you think I have been beaten all the time!" Peter Pan seemed to be quite proud of this, and said with a big laugh.

The only one among the crowd who did not show any surprise was Chen Yi. He had read the fairy tale and remembered that the tears of the little fairy could heal people again and again.

If there are deviations between the original fairy tales and what I remember, that doesn't hinder me. In this fairy tale kingdom, the memory of the follower shall prevail.

Chen Yi looked up at the sky, under the moonlit night, there were layers of clouds in the distance, neither thick nor soft, and the night sky pushed the clouds closer and closer.

He thought of Bishop Benedict, the demon lost consciousness and was currently imprisoned in the monastery.

After the war, everyone began to cheer for the victory. Peter Pan proposed to let everyone go to Neverland as a guest. Since he had fought together, he said that he could make an exception and let the adults go to Neverland. Well, not many people agreed with this proposal. .

"And Peter Pan, there is nothing on Neverland that can entertain adults." Wiping the dust off her face, the little girl said.

Peter Pan let out a cold snort, and jumped from mid-air to the ground with Little Fairy.

The queen in black raised her eyebrows and spread her hands, "If you can come to my castle, oh, believe me, I will give you the best reception with the idiot king. It will be a rare feast."

"Just here, I think everyone is in the best mood now." Princess Rapunzel said at this time, and the others nodded after hearing her words.

"What do you think? Sir." Lomea touched Chen Yi and said.

Chen Yi handed over the right to choose to everyone, and everyone voted.

In the end, most people agreed with Rapunzel's proposal, and everyone celebrated on the spot, setting up iron pots and ovens, just like every night in the previous adventure, only more abundantly.

The discussion of celebration was thus settled.

But the Happy Prince seemed to have something to say, and the swallows on his head twittered all the time.

The Happy Prince looked around at the crowd, thought for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Where shall we venture after this?"

Everyone suddenly fell into silence.

Then, Princess Rapunzel turned her head to face Chen Yi who was leaning on the long sword, and the others also looked at him in unison.

"You are our backbone," Princess Rapunzel paused, "What do you think, sir."

Everyone nodded.

The black-robed queen gracefully performed the royal salute, and said, "I will do as you please."

The Happy Prince smiled while holding the swallow.

Peter Pan, who was always proud, couldn't help but his eyes lit up, waiting for Chen Yi to tell him a location.

"Hey, do you want to go on an adventure? We are omnipotent. Those sailors have escaped, and we can go to farther places by boarding their warships." The little girl pointed out her musket and said excitedly .

Chen Yi looked around at the faces of every fairy tale character. Their faces were full of expectations. In this fairy tale kingdom where good and evil are distinct, every kind person she met was rewarded.

"But, I shouldn't go anywhere again." His words were flat but unshakable.

Almost every partner was stunned for a moment, and next to Chen Yi, Luo Meia, who was immersed in joy, lowered his head slightly.

"You mean?" The little girl hesitated to speak, she couldn't believe it.

"It's time for me to leave." Chen Yirou said.

Everyone was silent.After an unknown amount of time, the black-robed queen slapped her head, pretending to suddenly think of something to celebrate. Only in this way, everyone broke out of the silence, looked at each other and smiled, and enthusiastically talked about the battle not long ago.

Thus, the celebration began.

The little girl sprinkled the gunpowder on the stacked wooden branches, and the flames rose up immediately. She added a lot of gunpowder, so that there was a bang explosion, which shocked everyone, and then saw the fire on the top, which was as bright as daytime. Same, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Surrounding the bonfire, Rapunzel, who had cut her long hair, sang cheerfully. The music she learned was melodious and cheerful.Lomea and Cenduil sat beside Princess Rapunzel, shaking slightly with the singing.

The little fairy danced in mid-air along with the singing, and the fairy powder sprinkled by her wings fell on the heels of the black-robed queen.

The black-robed queen screamed in panic, she stepped on the fairy powder and flew up. Although the time was short, the queen was still frightened.After she fell down, she glared fiercely at the little fairy, who gave her an apologetic look, and the black-robed queen reluctantly forgave her.

Peter Pan satirized the black-robed queen cheerfully, and the two were about to quarrel, but those grievances were quickly resolved in joy.

Amidst the laughter, the Happy Prince took the Swallow's feet, raised his hand to take some fairy powder, and he flew up too, and with his friends, he hugged his belly, and his sapphire eyes reflected the fire, which he had never done before Happy too.

Chen Yi looked at these fairy tale characters, they were so happy, enjoying the happiness that should be in the story.

Unknowingly, the celebration reached the middle, and the atmosphere calmed down a little. Everyone chatted and waited for the next round of laughter from nowhere.

Chen Yi stood up silently and told everyone that she would leave the table for a while.

Under the silent moonlit night, Chen Yi went to the monastery.

Most of the monks and monks took refuge because of the riots. In the hall, long rows of tables and chairs stood quietly. Chen Yi saw a monk who did not leave. He stood under the holy image and prayed with his hands folded.

Chen Yi sat on the long chair.

"Who are you praying for?"

When the monk put his hands down, Chen Yi asked.

The monk was surprised when Chen Yi walked in. He smoothed the folds of the monk's robe and replied, "For that devil, I pray that he can be saved."

"why?"

The monk's limbs stopped, he raised his face, took a deep breath, and said: "I am the preparatory vice president of this monastery, and I have been chanting scriptures since I couldn't read.

I think, from my understanding of the Lord, everyone wants to be saved.

And that demon.
One day, he suddenly corrected the pitch of my chant, can you believe it?
A demon who knows what a psalm is, and what a psalm sounds like, O Lord of heaven, that's enough to shake me. "

shake.

A word that is too familiar.

Seeing that Chen Yi was still listening, the monk continued: "I think this is the revelation from the Lord. He is reminding me that evil people are no more difficult to save than good people."

The wicked are no more difficult to save than the good.

This is a quote from the scriptures, Chen Yi naturally knows it.

"Sir, see how uneven and rugged our land is,"

The monk talked about his understanding of God,
"But if you come to His kingdom, in the heaven of the Lord, and you look down from the sea of ​​clouds, everything is flat, and everything is the same.

So I think that's why it's said, 'The wicked are no more difficult to save than the good. ' reason.

This ancient scripture, I vaguely remember, is from the days of the Old Kingdom, and it is so great, thank the Lord, thank the gods. "

"Yes, I think you are right." Chen Yi stood up and made a ring salute to the monk.

Chen Yi walked slowly towards the darkroom where the demons were held, the monk hesitated to speak.

Turning her head, Chen Yi looked over.

"Are you going to execute him?"

The monk hesitated and asked,
"But he hasn't confessed yet, hasn't confessed his crime. I might go with you, I'm a monk, and I can hear his confession."

Chen Yi shook her head, signaling the monk not to follow.

"No doubt he will repent of his sin with the Lord."

Silently walked into the dark room, the inside was pitch black, Chen Yi could only hear the devil's heavy panting.

Chen Yi opened her eyes of spiritual vision, and the pure gold flame ignited.

Under the firelight, the broken hand of the demon Benedict had stopped bleeding and gradually healed.

The demon Benedict woke up at some point. His eyes were dull. Seeing the flames burning, he lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly.

He seemed to have a fever, lost his strength, and was not conscious. He was very weak. Chen Yi could see from his divinity that it was a sign that he would fall into madness. Just like in fairy tales, the devil is only awake for a few days .

The devil's lips were originally moving, but after the flame of Chenyi ignited, they closed instinctively.

"Do you want to confess?"

After a while, the demon Benedict nodded imperceptibly.

"I am listening."

After the words fell, the demon Benedict became more conscious, but it was still not very good. The sacred and warm flame seemed to awaken his long-sealed memory.

The demon's head hung lower, his only remaining hand was pressed between his chest, and the lonely sound of chains sounded in the dark room.

Chen Yi waited silently.

The demon, who had been frantically restless, was completely quiet at this moment—Ben Benedict was confessing his sins to the Lord.

"Lord." The voice of the demon Benedict was weak and soft, "I have sinned so many times that they are too numerous to count."

"I saw them one by one," he said.

"My Lord has cast my soul into hell, I am a demon and deserve to be tortured."

Said the demon in a trembling voice, and then began to babble, talking about the killings and crimes he had committed, and talking about the nighttime chants of the lingering ghosts.

"The devil doesn't go to hell, he's a part of hell."

He paused, and said flatly:

"Torment was pleasure to him, suffering a song to him."

The demon Benedict froze, and his mind regained a little sobriety.

The bottom of his heart is infinitely pathetic—is he going to deprive himself of the will to go to hell?
The demon Benedict raised his eyes slightly, staring at the burning flames, unable to speak a word.

"Evil will not be tortured by evil, only good will."

Just listen to him:

"Demons are not tormented by suffering, only humans are."

Hearing this, Benedict opened his mouth, hesitated to speak,

He was not sure, and he waited for the word of the Lord.

And he just said:
"Do you want to suffer as a demon, or as a human?"

As the voice fell, Benedict Ekmon, the bishop of the ring cathedral thousands of years ago, froze all over his body, and something hummed in his mind.

He struck at what was left of his sanity.

"people"

For a long time, Benedict murmured,
"Lord, as a human being, I am guilty!"

Benedict's unbroken hand was held in the air, closed.

The Lord asked him to take back his human identity.

At this very moment, he confessed his sins to the Lord as a man.

When Benedict recalled his sins one by one and poured out all of them, he sincerely felt that with the passage of time, his life was lost and could not be recovered.

When he was dying, Benedict said weakly, "Lord, I have nothing more to confess."

He knew that the Lord had heard every word.

"It is not the body that is to be saved, but your soul."

His voice is cold,

"It's your faith, your righteousness, your unfailing conscience."

"It is not my flesh that I shall be saved"

His mind was buzzing, and Benedict murmured,

"I will wash away my sins"

"You have to wash away your sins and go through the suffering of hell as a human being."

"Thus, my lord,"

With moist eyes, Benedict pleaded tremblingly,
"You'll make me miserable, you'll kill me
Let me be tortured in hell, and let those innocent souls torture me.

As the scriptures say, 'When others suffer, I will suffer more than others. '"

After finishing speaking, Benedict closed his eyes:
"Lord, take my blood and cast me into hell. I must die by your sword, for evil returns evil."

"Benedict Ecmon, I promise you,"

His voice is gentle:

"When it expires, I will redeem your soul."

Benedict's forehead felt warm.

The bishop's forehead was gently stroked, and he listened to this dying confession, removing the evil within the devil.

wow,
It was the sound of blood piercing.

Benedict died contentedly.

Very different from the situation of Saint Harlan,

Benedict's long-cherished wish was over.

His heart was pierced by a sword, and his soul went to hell.

Chen Yi walked out of the monastery, and saw from afar the characters in the fairy tale started a round of laughter again.

The big river in the distance is like spring, flowing with the moonlight.

Chen Yi stayed away from everyone, looking at the endless and gentle river alone.

He silently listened to round after round of laughter, no one knew what he was thinking.

After tonight, everyone will disperse, and there will be no more such adventures.

Peter Pan never grew up.

Rapunzel cut her long hair.

The little girl no longer feels cold and hungry.

Although the black robe queen is still jealous, she learned not to hate.

The happy prince is saved by the princess' tears, and with his swallow, still helpful and always happy.

In this fairy tale kingdom,
Bad guys learn to be good, and good people love each other.

Even the fairy tale about the devil is no longer as incomplete as before.

Because like the historical stars, the kingdom of fairy tales is the condensation of the old saying "fairy tales".And I don't know how many children's fairy tale books, under the influence of the fairy tale kingdom, some paragraphs will be added inexplicably:
Our Lord, our God, has come from heaven.

The lord, retribution for evil, pierced the chest of the demon Benedict.

Throw his soul into hell and suffer eternal misery.

As a result, the fairy tale without ending is drawn with an ending.

One more story in the world that can be told to children.

And after Benedict had finished his punishment.
Sometime, beyond hell,
He will finally meet the Lord who loves us.

(End of this chapter)