Chapter 826 – What I Miss (1/2)

Chapter 826 – What I Miss

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The prayer mat was not new or old, not thick or thin. It was in the style that could normally be found in churches or ancestral halls.

The Tang Second Master silently regarded this prayer mat.

When prostrating, a prayer mat between one's knees and the hard floor would make the process more comfortable.

But who did he need to kneel to?

Of course it was the Pope.

Countless lanterns hung like stars in the night sky, a young man standing amongst them.

The Tang Second Master did not speak, nor did he hear anyone else speaking.

The silence in the hall continued.

The Tang Second Master's eyes slowly narrowed.

He finally moved. He walked up to the prayer mat, used his hands to bring up his front lapel, and slowly prostrated.

His movements were very slow and meticulous. From raising his front lapel to bending his knees to leaning his body forward, a very long time was required.

This period of time was enough for him to think about many things.

I hear that many years ago, the previous Pope also came to Wenshui, but when did Father ever have to make such a large bow?

You're of the same generation as Tang Tang, so I'm your elder, so how can you accept such a bow from me?

Even if you don't call me 'Second Uncle', you should at least say that this bow is not needed.

This was truly a long span of time, and to the Tang Second Master, it could almost be described as endless.

Since it was long enough for him to think of so much, it was naturally enough time for that young man in the shadows to speak.

But why haven't I heard anything from you?

He even thought, did I perhaps miss a word?

Perhaps his voice is too soft or he spoke too vaguely?

No, the church was so quiet that the softest voice could be heard.

For instance, right now, his knees finally met the prayer mat, the soft fabric lightly crinkling.

But to his ears, it was a heart-shaking thunderclap.

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In this manner, the Tang Second Master prostrated before Chen Changsheng.

Right up until it really occurred, he still did not dare to believe.

He did not dare believe that Chen Changsheng truly would not say to him that this bow was not needed.

He did not dare believe that Chen Changsheng would so calmly accept his bow.

The noise of his knees meeting the prayer mat faded away. All sound within the hall vanished, leaving a silence disturbed only by the lanterns swaying in the wind.

The Tang Second Master kneeled on the prayer mat, his heart growing colder and colder, his expression becoming more and more indifferent.

And then, he stood up.

He had kneeled like a mountain slowly collapsing, but he had risen like the morning sun emerging from the water: straightforward and without the smallest hesitation.

He had stood up on his own.

It was evident that this was disrespect before a Saint, but he was currently very angry, so he was determined to brush it off.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and indifferently said, ”I have seen His Holiness the Pope.”

He had only seen the Pope, but was not paying respects.