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Chapter 117 Stigmata

The young man's respectful and flattering attitude was not due to the name of the Holy Church.

But it was because the old nun in front of her, who was wearing a simple half-sleeved nun's robe, with silver hair peeking out from under a black gauze turban, and a clear and kind face, smelled a little too scary.

Zhu Mingyao was so far away just now that he didn't feel anything. Now that he was facing each other, he could feel the mighty holy energy hidden under his thin body, just like the Yangtze River, which has no beginning and no end, and occasionally seeps out. It was like a ray of warm spring sunshine shining through, making his whole body so warm that he could hardly feel energetic.

This is when the other party is not hostile. If faced with him, he doesn't even need to take action. He can defeat him completely by just suppressing his energy.

Zhu Mingyao glanced at Bai Ziyuan's solemn expression next to him and knew that his magical power was more negative and the suppression was even more serious.

The visitor was clearly a senior master with a distinguished status in the church. He was a young man, so he should be more polite. He was not Long Aotian who liked to deliberately despise authority.

Unexpectedly, the old nun gently rejected his kind invitation.

"You don't have to be so polite, Mr. Milhaud. I just want to ask for a few words. It will only take a few minutes. You have been to the Corian Manor in the northern part of the Golden State a few days ago, right..."

Zhu Mingyao saw that his guest was straightforward, so he gathered his energy and answered.

……

"Thank you for your help. I'm sorry to bother you." After getting the answer she wanted and verifying her suspicions, Grandma Eileen nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile.

Just when Zhu Mingyao and the two thought she was going to turn around and leave, the old nun suddenly asked:
  "Young gentleman, I would like to ask you to be disrespectful, but can you let me see that thing in your arms?"

Zhu Mingyao's mind was spinning. He took the box from Bai Ziyuan and presented it politely. However, he quickly recounted the ins and outs of the object, emphasizing that it was a legal trophy he had obtained in an official mission. .

As if she saw a little bit of his little thoughts, Grandma Irene pursed her lips and smiled.

"Please rest assured, I am not one of those narrow-minded fanatics who clamor all day long to purify all unclean things. I am just lamenting the coincidence of everything in the world..."

Her eyes wandered and fell on the black-red stone eggs in the box. The obsidian shell shone like dark glass in the sunlight, enveloping the viscous liquid filled with strange spiritual power.

"What do you think it looks like?" the old nun suddenly asked inexplicably.

Without waiting for Zhu Mingyao to answer, a smile appeared on her lips and she said to herself.

"I think...it's a [snake egg]!
  Even though the poisonous snake fled far away and its breath had dissipated, there was still a trace of [snake eggs] left behind! "

After saying this, Aunt Irene nodded slightly, stretched out her hand and nodded around, made the sign of the cross, and softly congratulated:
  "Goodbye, gentlemen, may the Lord bless you, Amen!"

Then he turned around and left, heading towards the special agent car on the far corner of the street, leaving only the two confused people standing there looking at each other.

"Why are you laughing so happily?"

Sitting in the car of the Special Investigation Bureau, the fat black nun DeLauris looked at the expression of her superior and asked doubtfully.

She didn't get out of the car just now, so she wasn't sure what happened.

"Nothing..." The old nun seemed to be in a good mood.

"A lucky coincidence that two fruits of darkness were destroyed by the same person, this is a good omen from the Lord, tell me...evil will fail!"     …

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Because it is located in the south, the temperature in Golden State in early May is already warm enough. Beauty-loving girls have long put aside their thick coats and leggings, and put on all kinds of sexy and hot T-shirts and skirts, enjoying themselves Revealing the beautiful and moving body.

A brand-new Porsche was walking leisurely through the streets of Los Angeles. The silver-gray body reflected the blurred brilliance in the sun, dazzling the girls on the roadside.

Because it is adjacent to Hollywood, there are opportunities for close contact with celebrities and rich people every now and then. Local girls, no matter how knowledgeable they are in other fields, always have a good eye for luxury accessories.

With just one glance, their vicious gazes could instantly assess the value of this sports car - even if it wasn't top-of-the-line, the price had to be over six figures.

With such a net worth and the young and handsome face of the driver in the car...

Sisters, this Kaizi is worth catching!
  However, no matter how they showed off their body curves intentionally or unintentionally, and even blew kisses boldly, all they got was the exhaust fumes of passing sports cars, and only the most beautiful ones could get an extra whistle of approval.

"I found out the origins of Aunt Irene a few days ago!"

Seeing Bai Ziyuan teasing the bold girls on the roadside who wanted to catch golden turtles, Zhu Mingyao felt a little bored when he suddenly heard his companion's words and couldn't help but listen.

"You know, among the three religions of the Holy Temple, in addition to the sequential priesthood on the surface, the secret combat priests and demon hunting priests, etc., there are also various special high-ranking positions."

The young man driving the car freed up a hand and brushed his hair that was messed up by the wind blowing in his face.

"Most of them are relatively secretive inheritances that are difficult for ordinary people to know, but there is one type that is also very famous in the secular world..."

Bai Ziyuan didn't show off, and said directly: "You should have heard of one or two, that is the [Stigmata One]!"

So that's it, Zhu Mingyao thought secretly. As someone who is half-related to the religious industry, he is no stranger to this term.

In secular knowledge, stigmata, also called holy wounds, are considered to be a supernatural phenomenon. There have been visions appearing on the bodies of cross believers, and the phenomena displayed are similar to those recorded in the Bible during the crucifixion of the Son. The situation is the same, even more serious.

The way the stigmata appears varies from person to person. In most cases, circular wounds appear on the left and right palms and ankles of the believers, with varying amounts of bleeding. However, there are also cases where the stigmata appear on other parts such as the knees, forehead, or both sides. A lot of blood and tears were shed from the eyes and so on.

In different cases, some stigmata have no sensation, while others can cause incomparable pain.

But from the perspective of extraordinary people, most of these cases are just physical damage caused by mental hypnosis or special diseases, not real miracles. The church probably thinks so too, so it has rarely been publicized in modern times. .

Zhu Mingyao said thoughtfully: "I must be one of them!"

Bai Ziyuan stopped at the red light at the intersection, turned his head and pursed his lips and blew a melodious whistle, which made several young girls in the car next to him smile. He turned around and continued:

"That's right! It's different from those guys who are created for all kinds of messy reasons, or even just fake it to gain attention.

Sister Irene is one of the only two remaining true stigmata in the Catholic Church. "

(End of this chapter)