I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 318 Angel's Path, the Orthodoxy of the Old Church, and the Gathering of Dark Wizards
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Roland truthfully replied, "Her Highness Catherine sent me. My name is Roland von der Leyen Tosta Alaye. I hold the title and fiefdom of a baron. Her Highness Catherine is my fiancée."

Johnson looked at Roland with a strange look, as if he was looking at a mental patient.

Roland: “???”

Roland asked in surprise, "Teacher, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Johnson said, "Your paranoia needs treatment. Give up. There's no way the young lady would be interested in you, and there's no way she sent you here."

Roland's face was filled with black question marks.

The story of Catherine and I destroying the Blood Castle had caused quite a stir. Because of the gods, there had also been news reports in the south.

Roland had seen these newspapers in the Three-Headed Snake's study. They contained words like 'fiancé. Baron Heiyuan'.

But how come this old guy doesn’t know?
Suddenly, Roland secretly slapped his forehead.

That was news from over 20 years ago!
The old Heiyuans came out more than ten years ago. It's been seven or eight years.

Where can I find newspapers from seven or eight years ago?

For the East, the Bleeding Castle was a major event. But for the South, it was just a piece of news. It barely made the headlines. Many people glanced at it and ignored it.

Therefore, no one in the mental hospital talked about these things with the old Heiyuans.

To put it bluntly, the insane asylum was completely cut off from information. Everyone was very concerned about current events in the South, but they had no access to information about things happening in the East.

Roland searched inside the snake ring and found a small pendant. Inside the pendant was a photo of him and Catherine.

Roland said, "You see, I was indeed sent by Lady Catherine."

The old madman stretched his head to take a look in surprise, then rolled his eyes. Then he took out a pendant with a photo in it.

Roland took it and looked at it with some doubt.

It was a photo of a princess's coronation, with a very ancient palace in the background. On the platform stood a little girl, about fourteen or fifteen, dressed in an elegant princess's attire.

She held a scepter in her hand and wore a crown on her head. Although she looked childish, she was very steady, like a little adult.

The photo is a bit old and the pendant is an antique from the Alexandra era.

Moreover, the palace in the background is full of twilight style and is obviously not a photo of this era.

So, it's not a picture of Katherine, it's a picture of Alexandra. But same thing.

Although she was only fourteen, she could already be identified as Catherine.

Suddenly, Roland realized something. He picked up his photo, looked at it, and then rubbed his eyes fiercely.

When taking a photo with the senior, the senior did not use her original appearance and said it was a photo of Roland and her. In fact, it was a photo of the senior, Anna and Roland!
Although the senior sister's appearance at that time was about 70% similar to his original self, she was an "unknown person" at that time, unable to be tracked or sensed. No one would recognize her.

Old Johnson collected the photo as if it were his daughter's.

He said, "Hmph, I think you have a mental problem, so I won't bother with you this time."

After a pause, Old Johnson added: "It's okay for you to talk nonsense in front of me, but if the young lady hears it, you will be in big trouble given her personality!"

Roland was speechless. He knew that Johnson was a stubborn person and had some emotional problems (mania), so he couldn't argue with him.

So he lowered his head and said, "Yes, yes, I am sick. I have admired Lady Catherine for so long that I have become paranoid. But I was indeed sent by her. I was personally conferred the title of Baron by her, and I am also her direct descendant."

Johnson sneered, "Stop pretending, brat. Don't think I don't know—you must have been sent by that old bastard, the Thousand-Eyed King!"

Roland: “???”

After secretly complaining for a while, Roland thought to himself: "This guy seems to have decided that I can't be sent by Catherine."
After thinking for a moment, Roland said, "Teacher, you have a keen eye. I was indeed sent by the Thousand-Eyed King."

Johnson snorted and said, "Huh, I knew it.

Your identity is indeed not a problem, and your magic power is not a flaw. After all, there are many angels and saints who have reincarnated into the East.
But you have no faith, that's a huge problem!

So if you run into those people from the Inquisition, you're probably in trouble. If angels and the Son of God don't have faith, wouldn't they become fallen heretics? "

Roland's face was a little solemn. Indeed, if 'Mr. Lawrence' suddenly lost his faith, wouldn't he become a traitor?

Johnson said: "Recently, Isabella sent people to investigate us, so you can't walk around the hospital like this.

I'll give you something."

As he spoke, Old Johnson casually opened the bedside drawer. He muttered, "The people in the Vatican are very powerful. Don't underestimate those charlatans. The best way to perfectly disguise yourself as a monk is to become a pseudo-believer."

Studying gods is a compulsory course for wizards in the East.

It would be beneficial for you to learn these things.”

The things in the drawer looked like origami toys that the patients made when they were bored.

A few of Old Johnson's men jumped out, then cast a word of truth, and then the origami toys turned into several scrolls of scriptures.

Roland took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but reveal a strange look.

I found that the content above looked a little familiar - it was exactly what the three copyists wrote!

These documents were obviously copied secretly from the copy hall (the hall of the statue of the goddess of dawn).

The version in old Johnson's hands is obviously more complete than the version in the hands of the copyist.

But there are still some translation errors.

It seemed like these old guys had already explored the monastery thoroughly, inside and out. They had even sneaked into places like the Scripture Hall!

Seeing Roland's shocked expression, Old Johnson smiled, pinched his mustache, and said with some pride, "Take a look at these documents first. When I find a chance, I'll take you to see the original version."

Roland said with a strange look on his face, "Teacher, I've been there."

Old Johnson was slightly taken aback. "When did you go? Last night?"

Roland couldn't say he went there in the afternoon, so he said, "Yes, I went last night. The text wasn't long, only a few thousand words, and I memorized it all."

Johnson's face turned extremely interesting.

This guy knew that the original content was actually just a few thousand words, so it seemed like he had really seen it.

When they first arrived, it took them a long time to find the place, and they also put in a lot of effort to sneak in.

How long has this kid been in the Holy City?
Old Johnson showed a very unhappy expression. Like an old man, he put one leg on the bed and began to study Roland.

Roland answered fluently.

The more he studied, the more interesting Johnson's expression became.

Although this guy lacks theological foundation and only knows the text but not the meaning, his translation is very accurate.

Johnson was a connoisseur. He knew after listening that Roland's translation was correct!

In order to translate these things more accurately, old Johnson had to check countless documents.

I have also discussed with many of the Vatican's "Masters of Divine Language" who have entered the hospital some of the divine texts that have always been ambiguous within the Vatican.

In theology, Johnson was no less qualified than a cardinal, a bishop of this rank, a teacher of the Son of God.

Johnson couldn't help but doubt Roland's identity - he suspected that he was not a wizard.

Roland saw suspicion on Johnson's face, but he remained calm.

After some questions and answers, Johnson suddenly frowned and asked, "What did you say your name was?"

Roland said, "Roland von der Leyen Tosta Alaye."

Johnson suddenly understood. He looked at Roland and smiled as if he had seen a treasure.

Roland sighed secretly.

He thought to himself, "The old man's expression is probably related to my last name. But the whole East Territory knows my last name. I can't hide my last name at all."

Roland said, "Teacher, I can indeed translate the divine text completely. You know, our family specializes in studying the ancient divine language and has left behind many crazy texts."

This was no secret; everyone in the Black Abyss knew that the Alaye family had left behind visualization methods and even documents written in the ancient divine language, but no one was interested in them.

Because anyone who studies it will go crazy, and it has almost no value.

Johnson said meaningfully, "The Alaye family is not just about studying the ancient divine language, kid."

Roland asked, but Johnson smiled and didn't answer, changing the subject.

He said, "You've consulted these documents specifically, probably not to pretend to be a believer, but to advance. Do you know the drawbacks? Have you thought it through?"

Roland said, "I've thought it through."

Johnson nodded, but out of caution, he explained the disadvantages to Roland again.

Johnson was not afraid at all that someone might eavesdrop. Here, apart from the Black Abyss elder, the most resourceful ones were this group of Black Abyss wizards.

If the people in the monastery want to know what they usually say and do in the room, they have to go to the East to learn for hundreds of years.

So Johnson told Roland everything.

Including some taboos about wizards becoming gods in ancient times, and stories about gods stealing skills from great sages.

Therefore, in ancient times, there were many cases where people and gods took the path of cultivating both faith and reason and developed problems.

Johnson told Roland that it was easy to get lost if you took both paths at once—in technical terms, you would lose your anchor!
As I practiced, I didn’t even know what I was anymore.

To put it bluntly, it is easy to fall into the lower world and never climb out again.

Many mysterious creatures were actually 'gods' or 'wizards'.

They were pulled into the lower world and completely lost, becoming part of the chaos.

In Roland's words, it means "becoming an immortal."

The Shepherd Tree, the Coral Tree, and even the earliest Leona are all fairies.

"My little Junior," Johnson said, "we don't study these things simply to pretend that the road ahead is blocked.

In fact, it is better to say that the road ahead for many people is already blocked.

Now in this plane, the only path that is still open is the path of faith.

In ancient times, many great sages of ancient times explored the path of faith and studied the path of truth.

Now, someone also needs to go for a walk like this.

The Thousand-Eyed King is following this path, the White Queen is following this path, and now we have to join this team.

For people like us, reaching the stars in this lifetime has become a luxury, so we no longer have any expectations for the future.

But you have to think carefully, cultivating both faith and philosophy will lead to serious trouble."

Roland said, "Master Rabbi, I've seen people who took the Prison Seed awaken into strange creatures. So, if you're not careful on this path, you could become a 'mad angel,' right?"

Johnson laughed and said, "Angels? They're wizards! The 'first wizards' in the eyes of the Twilight lunatics.

You have seen these things, and you can be considered a pure Black Abyss Wizard.

It seems that during our absence, the academy has continued to train apprentices according to the orthodox Black Abyss philosophy."

Roland was ashamed.

He thought to himself, "I wonder what Dean Johnson would think if he saw the rules set by Professor Baiqi in the academy. But I am grateful to Professor Baiqi, otherwise I would have suffered a lot during my years at the academy."

Old Johnson wanted to treat Roland like his own son.

But this is because Roland is a "trainable apprentice who emerged from the crowd."

That's not how they treat those 'consumables' - it's an equal exchange, I teach you knowledge, and you have to be my experimental subject.

Of course, many of these outrageous rules have now been abolished by the White Queen and Catherine. The Black Abyss wizards of the old days were far too harsh in their oppression and exploitation of the lower-class apprentices.

While this can produce more outstanding elites, too few survive. From a cold political perspective, this is detrimental to long-term development.

In other words, it is no longer applicable to this new era.

Therefore, the Black Abyss wizards support the abolition of the old and the establishment of the new.

Johnson explained to Roland the mysteries of the Road to Dawn, and Roland suddenly understood a lot.

After listening for a while, Roland suddenly realized that his position seemed to have become more solid, and he seemed to be able to sense a power hidden beneath the surface world.

It was a gentle divine power, one that didn't exist, yet seemed to be everywhere. When Roland used his faith to guide it, a holy flame burned in his hands.

Looking at the fire, Roland showed an extremely strange expression. He suddenly looked at the fireplace and used his own magic power to attract that sacred power. Then, the flame of the holy knot ignited in the fireplace!
Roland's expression became very interesting. This was the fire of dawn!

And I didn't use any spells just now!
He guided out the fire of dawn as if he were performing a practical ignition technique!

Roland hurriedly opened the Book of Alayeh and took a look, only to discover that he had an extra 'position'.

[Clergy: Junior Priest]

[Faith: Holy Dawn Angel Path. Early Stage Zero]

Johnson, watching the flames in the fireplace, muttered, "Such pure holy fire. So this is the purest holy fire?"

Roland said nervously, "Teacher, I've only been listening for over half an hour and I've already become a beginner priest. Isn't my advancement a bit too fast? Will there be any trouble?"

Old Johnson snorted, looked at the Alayeh Notebook in Roland's hand, and said, "Hmph, when you meditate using your family's visualization method, didn't you notice any problems?"

Roland was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

He didn't even think about why his sacred fire was called the Fire of Dawn.

Teacher Johnson said, “Your family’s visualization method was written by the church.”

Roland: “???”

Johnson said, "To be precise, it's the Old Church. The Alaye family is a group of lunatics who tried to merge the Path of Truth with the Path of Faith. However, every Alaye who practiced this path became a wizard, not a priest.

The old religion was determined to kill all witches.

So that group of lunatics would burn to death every person they trained.

Later, I heard that they had created a magic book that could never make anyone a wizard.

So generation after generation, they practiced madly with this book in their hands.

Then they transformed into twisted creatures that were neither wizards nor priests. Ah ha, the Twilight Council calls them 'Original Wizards.' The South calls them 'Fallen Angels and Divine Evils,' and we in the Abyss generally refer to these monsters as 'Mysterious Creatures of the Lower Realm.'

Roland: "."

Johnson said: "Hundreds of years ago, I saw your family's visualization method.

At that time, the Alayeh family still had some members, and their relationship with the Twilight Council was pretty good.

Those lunatics wished that everyone in the Eastern Territory would practice their visualization method.

After granting the contract, the Twilight School forced some apprentices to practice.

During this time, your family has perfected this thing. Of course, they went in a 'crazy' direction.

According to the requirements of the visualization method, those who practice this method must believe in themselves and regard themselves as gods.

The idea that wizards are on the path to godhood is indeed a good one. So we secretly used potions and this method of visualization to produce a group of apprentices.

There have indeed been many outstanding talents among them, but no one has been able to successfully step into the first door of truth.

Anyone who moves forward is possessed by his own shadow and becomes something strange.

People from your family are more suitable for practicing this thing, but the consequences will be more severe.

It's not surprising that you can become an official wizard. From a probabilistic point of view, among the people we secretly trained, including the Alayes, we don't know how many of them have died.

It's long overdue for a relatively normal 'Alayeh Wizard' to appear. I mean, at least in human form."

Roland: "."

Johnson looked at Roland and said, “The moment you touch this thing, you become involved with the mysteries of the lower world.

The core of your visualization method is to explore the underlying world and distort reality for yourself. The speed is naturally extremely fast.

You ask me about the disadvantages. What else could there be?

You know all the disadvantages.

It's nothing more than shadows taking away the heart (inner demon) and shadows devouring the body.

In fact, I think you should practice both faith and theory. After all, this is the correct solution to the Way of Alayavijnana.

However, I don't recommend you to believe in yourself. Otherwise, the disadvantages will be doubled.

So, what I am telling you is not the way of false faith.

It is the true 'Holy Dawn Road' because the power of the Dawn Goddess can purify your evil.

I originally planned to tell you after I finished explaining it to you and let you choose.

But you have the priesthood without praying, and of course you can always go down the path of hypocrisy."

Roland asked nervously, "You want me to believe in the Goddess of Dawn?"

Johnson said: "I certainly don't want my favorite student to believe in God, but this is old news.

In the New Testament, God is truth.

But in the Old Scriptures, God is only a symbol of truth.

Therefore, the Old Scriptures do not lead to the palm of God’s hand, but to the truth behind God.

To practice this way, you don’t need to devote yourself wholeheartedly to God.

Many churches in the south are different from the Abyss Cult. They emphasize absolute control over believers.

The Cult of the Dawn is a very inclusive sect.

They do not punish hypocrites and do not hate skeptics.

You have seen many such believers. The White Wizards are one of them.

The White Queen defected from the South a long time ago, but is still considered a friend by the Cult of the Dawn.

The god of this sect does not impose any restrictions on his angels and believers. He does not even care who believes or does not believe.

Roland asked in astonishment, "Are there no drawbacks?"

Johnson said, "Yes—have you noticed that the monastery is extremely clean? Everyone's clothes are almost spotless."

Roland was slightly stunned, remembering Florence's pure white robe.

Johnson said: "The members of this sect all have severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Of course, they don't think so themselves. They insist that it is the work of divine power."

Johnson chuckled and said, "Holy Spirit Hospital was originally established to treat this disease. So as long as you take the medicine on time, it will be relieved."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. Obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia were nothing.

It's the same as having no side effects.

He didn't take it seriously.

However, Roland secretly took a look at Johnson's clothes and found them to be unusually clean and tidy.

If this is considered a disease, it's not bad, isn't it?

Roland said, "Do you still want to continue preaching today?"

Roland looked at the clock on the wall. It was already five o'clock.

He felt that today was enough and didn't dare to practice anymore.

He planned to have a meal first, and then go to discuss academic matters with his senior.

The teacher said, "Of course! This is just the beginning. Before we can deal with those six things, you have to break through the second level.

But I have something to do and I have to go out soon.

Well, we have a meeting tonight. I'll take you with me so everyone can tell you about God. They understand God just as well as I do.

Roland panicked when he heard this.

The effect of this power transmission is so terrifying.

If more than 20 people were to teach me skills, wouldn't there be any problems?
Old Johnson saw what his student was thinking and said, "We have so many of us guarding you, and we have equipment over there. You'll be fine. More people will actually be safer. And we'll set a schedule."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

After a pause, Roland said suspiciously, "Teacher, what are you guys gathering for today? It's not just about playing cards and eating grapes, is it?"

Johnson glanced at Roland and said, "We're going to perform a black magic ritual tonight. That old dog Williams went crazy today, so we need one person."

Roland thought to himself, "I knew it! These guys are going to cause trouble!"
But I want to see everyone.'

Besides, Roland still needs everyone to teach him skills and protect him, so he definitely has to go.

Roland then said sternly, "Teacher, I must correct you. That is not a black magic ritual. We are scholars from the Arcane Academy, and we never study black magic. To be more precise, we are monks from the Order of the Chant, and our discussions are all about theology."

Johnson gave Roland an approving look and said, "I'm going to be out for a bit, and I'll have someone look for you later. Also, we'll all be working with Williams on developing a new theory over the next few days, so I won't be in the room tonight, but you have to come back."

Someone will be checking the room tonight, so you have to cover for me."

After a pause, Johnson glared at Xiao Deng in front of him and said, "I'm telling you in advance, I'm telling you not to go out and secretly look for women at night!"

Roland felt a little guilty. He had really planned to go and steal some sweets that night. He said, "How could that be?"

Roland planned to bring his senior schoolmate over.

This little Biden.

Old Johnson treated his senior sister like his own daughter. But this guy planned to bring his daughter to the hospital ward to do something bad.

If old Johnson knew about this, he would be furious.

Johnson snorted and said, "Life in the monastery is very boring. We go to bed when it gets dark. At your age, can you live in idleness?"
I just heard you say that Isabella and Jeanne are my good apprentices and our little princesses. We did plan to let them use these two identities before.

Jeanne might be, but Isabella certainly could not be.

Don't believe her identity just because she says a few words.

Don't get too close to her.

She's using you and Anna!"

Roland readily agreed.

He couldn't help but have a big doubt in his mind.

Isabella was obviously a senior, so even if she often mistook people for her, it was impossible for Anna to make a mistake.

What's more, the senior sister had possessed Anna before. If Isabella is not the senior sister, who else could it be?
Roland felt that many things might be known at night.

Johnson waved his hand and let Roland go free.

Roland checked the time and decided to eat first. He then said hello to Lao Deng, told him to send someone to meet him in the cafeteria, and left the room.

When passing by the toilet, Roland went to the toilet.

When I came out to wash my hands, I saw someone drawing water from the hot water area not far away.

The old man's back looked very familiar. He couldn't help but walk over and greeted him with some confusion: "Teacher Johnson?"

The old man was Johnson.

He was drawing hot water from a small silver basin.

Hearing someone calling him from behind, Johnson looked back and then frowned: "You have to call me 'Father' outside."

Roland quickly changed his tone and asked, "Father, didn't you say you had something to do? You're not just out to get some water, are you?"

Johnson glared at Roland and said, "You know shit!
I was supposed to give a lecture, but they were in a hurry. So the meeting was moved up."

He looked around to see if there was anyone around, then pulled Roland aside and said, "I was planning to ask someone to look for you, but now that we've met, come with me. Let's go straight to the 'Hymn Symposium'."

Roland scratched his head and followed Johnson.

On the way, Roland asked a question out of caution: "Father, what God do you believe in?"

Johnson smiled, pinching his beard. "Of course it's the 'Holy Dawn Goddess.' She's the most tolerant deity. Even if you're caught, the punishment won't be severe."

Roland said, "I mean, true faith. You don't look like a pure hypocrite."

Teacher Johnson couldn't help but give Roland a long look. This student of his was truly difficult to teach. He'd only been chatting with him for a short while, and already he'd been exposed.

However, this is no secret among the upper echelons of parliament.

"I used to be a follower of the 'Twilight God,' and now I'm a follower of the 'White Goddess,'" Johnson said.

Roland's expression became somewhat interesting.

The God of Twilight refers to the Thousand-Eyed King.

The pure white goddess refers to the White Queen.

Roland had always wondered if the Thousand-Eyed King and the White Queen, since they had taken the path of faith, had any followers.

Unexpectedly, there are actually believers of theirs in the East Territory.

Roland asked curiously, "Are there also believers in the south?"

Johnson pinched his beard and said proudly: "I don't know if the Thousand-Eyed King has any followers here. But there are followers of the Pure White Goddess here.

Knowledge is not free, and they asked me to provide them with guidance in their faith, so they naturally have to pay a price."

Roland's expression became even more exciting.

This old fellow Johnson is really an excellent 'Eastern Missionary'!

At this time, the two passed a corner and Roland accidentally bumped into Johnson's arm.

The old man cursed, "Watch out! You almost spilled my water. I just washed my clothes!"

Roland was stunned for a moment and said, "The water isn't dirty, so why are you still holding this basin?"

Old Johnson glared and said, "I've already told you I won't be staying in the dorm these days. It's not convenient to get water over there, and it's a long walk back and forth. Of course I have to carry water over. Otherwise, how am I going to wash my face tomorrow morning?"

Roland hesitated for a moment and said, "The logic is indeed quite reasonable, but won't hot water get cold if left overnight?

How about we cast a heat preservation spell in the water? I still have some magic power."

Teacher Johnson snorted and said, "If you don't sneak over here to replace my hot water, it won't get cold."

Roland was speechless for a long time.

At this moment, Roland suddenly noticed something was amiss with the basin. Upon closer inspection, he saw the reflection of an angel in the water. No, that wasn't a reflection; it was a holy symbol!
This is no ordinary silver basin at all.

This exquisite little silver basin is a rare treasure of the church.

Roland read a lot of literature today and was inspired by the teachings. He inexplicably understood a lot of theological knowledge.

Therefore, he can already understand some simple holy patterns.

The sacred pattern of the basin is very simple, and it generally has only three functions.

One is to purify the water quality - after leaving it for a period of time, the water will be very, very clean.

One is to increase the power of the Holy Spirit. If left overnight, it can become almost like holy water, which is very good for those who are contaminated by evil spirits.

Therefore, this water can not only be used to wash your face, but can also be taken with medicine.

Therefore, Old Johnson stored this water as water for drinking medicine - and used the rest to wash his face and wipe his body.

It seems that old Johnson is also a little bit of a germaphobe.

As for the third function, it is heat preservation.

So, this is not a basin at all, it’s a thermos!

Roland couldn't help but reveal a strange look on his face.

If this is a thermos, then who changed the water for his fellow patient last night?
Roland muttered, "That's definitely not me! I couldn't possibly do such a thing!"

Old Johnson complained: "You have amnesia. You don't even remember what you did last night."

Roland snorted and ignored the old madman.

Johnson seemed to have used some kind of power word magic, and the two of them swaggered through many areas, but people ignored them.

Soon they went downstairs, crossed a courtyard, and entered the area where the monks lived.

Johnson told Roland that the 'special intensive care unit' of the Holy Spirit Hospital was in the basement.

This treatment area is commonly known as the 'Dark Wizard's Imprisonment Treatment Area'.

Most of the mentally ill prisoners serving their sentences are treated here.

Johnson and his friends naturally had no criminal record, and their identities were cleaner than each other.

However, there is a special person who is under house arrest here.

So everyone comes here to gather every time.

After hearing these things, Roland couldn't help but ask about the lady's identity in confusion.

Johnson smiled mysteriously and said, "You'll know when you get there."

(End of this chapter)