A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

In the parking lot, Daphne Carter stood in front of her Ford van, holding her head in her hands, in great distress.

On the roof of the truck cab, the cast iron statue of the crucified Jesus is placed at an angle, the morning light shining on the metal surface, reflecting a holy light.

Hearing footsteps, Daphne turned around abruptly and saw Li Ang walking towards her.

Her eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment. She pointed to the roof of the car, her finger trembling, "Father...this...this is...?!"

Li Ang walked to her side, looked up at the Jesus statue, and showed just the right amount of surprise and piety on his face.

"My God... this must be... a miracle!" he whispered, making the sign of the cross on his chest.

"A miracle?! My car got stuck with a Jesus figure! Is that a miracle?!"

"Calm down, think it over carefully, Miss Daphne." Li Ang turned around, his expression serious.

"The Lord descended upon your car from the church—isn't that a miracle?"

Daphne opened her mouth, as if to say something, but suddenly saw the direction of the back wall of the church.

"The church...why did the back wall of the church collapse?!"

She yanked out her phone, her fingers flying across the keys: "This is definitely a terrorist attack! Call the police! Immediately!"

"Wait!" Li Ang tried to stop him.

"Huh?! This is St. Michael's Church in Uldum! There has been serious damage here. The church building is damaged, and my car was... hit by an unidentified object!"

Daphne finished speaking very quickly, hung up the phone, and then took a few more photos and sent them out, probably to the studio or the insurance company.

Li Ang rubbed his temples and ignored it; this couldn't be hidden forever.

Less than ten minutes later, a police car rushed into the parking lot. The door opened, and Sheriff Bob, with his belly sticking out, crawled out, carrying half a donut in his hand.

"What happened? Who reported it—" He was halfway through his sentence when he saw the image of Jesus on the roof of the car.

The donut fell to the ground.

Sheriff Bob stared, mouth agape, head tilted back, holding that position for a full ten seconds before quickly raising his hand to make the sign of the cross, muttering, "My God..."

The sirens attracted early risers, residents from the surrounding area, pickup trucks, old cars, and even cyclists, who gradually gathered in the churchyard.

People formed a semicircle, pointing at the Jesus image on the roof of the car and the hole in the back wall of the church, whispering among themselves.

"That's...the Lord?"

"Why did you cut in front of the car?"

"The back of the church has collapsed! Look at that hole!"

"Terrorist attack?"

"Was it struck by lightning?"

More and more people gathered, soon numbering twenty or thirty. Old Thomas Payne also arrived, leaning on his cane, squinting for a long time before turning to the person next to him and asking, "Is this... a mark of the Lord?"

Standing in front of the crowd, Li Ang saw so many people gathered at the church and suddenly remembered the mission from the previous sect competition.

He glanced at the townspeople discussing amongst themselves, then at the Jesus image on the roof of the car, and quickly came up with an idea.

Li Ang quietly took out the Soul-Hooking Bell from his storage ring and held it in his palm.

He took two steps forward, walked to the center of the crowd, and raised his voice:

"Everyone! Please be quiet!"

The crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone looked at him.

Li Ang made the sign of the cross with one hand in front of his chest, and raised the other hand, holding a bell and shaking it slightly.

An invisible wave spread out from him, quickly enveloping the churchyard.

"Fellow residents of Uldum, this is neither a disaster nor a terrorist attack," Leon said, his voice calm yet powerful.

"This is a miracle."

Someone questioned, "Father, the church has collapsed..."

"Yes, the church was damaged." Li Ang nodded.

"But as the Bible records, his grave was removed, just like this brick wall."

He pointed to the image of Jesus on the roof of the car.

The morning sun rose just in the east, shining on the metal surface and reflecting a golden light. Jesus' bowed head, outstretched arms, and posture of suffering appeared infinitely holy in the radiance.

Li Ang gently shook the bell again with his divine sense.

This time, the fluctuations were more pronounced.

"This is the Lord's resurrection and rebirth in Uldum, in America, and in North America!"

"The Lord rose from the church and descended here," Li Ang said slowly, his voice carrying a strange and infectious quality.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd:

"This is an unprecedented miracle; we are like disciples witnessing his resurrection!"

The fluctuations of the Soul-Snatching Bell continued to spread.

The doubt and curiosity on people's faces gradually faded, replaced by a fanatical and devout expression.

"Amen!!"

"God! What an honor!"

Sheriff Bob picked up the donut from the ground, dusted it off, took a bite, and mumbled, "Amen..."

Thomas Payne took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, and began to chant scriptures softly.

Daphne stood to the side, looking at the church and then at Leon, unsure of what to say.

Some people began to sob, while others began to kneel and pray.

"Let us pray," Leon said softly with a smile.

The crowd closed their eyes, and the soul-summoning bell swayed gently.

Li Ang began reciting the Mass prayers in a calm and solemn voice, and the crowd followed suit. At first, the voices were uneven, but they quickly coalesced into a unified whisper.

The morning breeze swept through the parking lot, brushing against people's faces. The sun rose higher and higher, its rays growing brighter, reflecting off the Jesus statue on the car roof with a light that was almost blinding.

Suddenly, the system's voice rang in my mind.

[Congratulations, Deacon, on successfully completing the special mission: Bewitching the Believers]

[Reward issued: Contribution Points +20]

Current contribution points: 211

[The stronghold competition mission has been updated: The number of believers is currently increasing; please manage this situation carefully.]

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that not only was the matter of Jesus over, but he had also gained something from it.

Soon, the Mass ended, and people slowly opened their eyes, each with a peaceful expression that was almost blissful.

Someone stepped forward and shook Li Ang's hand.

"Father, thank you..."

"This is a true miracle."

"The Lord is with us."

Old Thomas Payne approached, pulled his checkbook from his pocket, and wrote a check on the spot: "Father, this is a small token of my appreciation for the church's repairs. Since the Lord has given us this revelation, we as believers should naturally respond."

Li Ang took the check and glanced at the number: $5000.

Wow, this guy is being so generous this time!

"May the Lord bless you, Mr. Payne," Li Ang replied with a smile.

Amen.

More people started taking out their wallets. Cash, checks, and donations poured in like water, and Li Ang could only find a cardboard box to use as a makeshift donation box.

Sheriff Bob walked over and patted Li Ang on the shoulder: "Well, Father Li, I'm not going to file a case for this. After all, it's clearly... um... a religious incident."

He lowered his voice: "But you'd better find someone to take that Jesus statue down, or I'm afraid this place will soon be congested with traffic."

"Of course, Sheriff," Li Ang replied with a smile.

It is said that for a long time afterward, this anecdote made St. Michael's Church a popular tourist destination for Catholics in Pennsylvania. Every Catholic visitor would pay homage to this supposedly miraculous site of Jesus' resurrection in the new era. Of course, that's another story.