Chapter 39 (2/2)

Since he was lost deep in thought, he didn’t know that a pair of eyes were looking at him from behind. It was Cillian.

“Having doubts?”

Fatty had no clue despite thinking, yet he heard Father Cillian’s voice behind him.

“What?” Fatty, who didn’t understand, subconsciously asked.

“Hey, Fatty. I remember that thinking like a wise man isn’t your style!” Cillian said with a smile. He walked over to pat Fatty’s shoulder as he teased him.

After a moment, Fatty sensed that the fat Father, who would be very close to him four years later, had appeared.

“I’ve taken a look at your resume!” Cillian did not give Fatty a chance to speak. Instead, he said with a smile, “I know that you are different from the other young people who have joined the church for work. You chose to study theology at university because your parents passed away. Therefore, you came here to become a cleric. Am I right?”

“Yes!” Fatty nodded his head, as that was a fact.

“You are now having doubts and believe that it was cruel of the Lord to take your parents from you. You are skeptical and furious. Isn’t that so?” Cillian asked.

This time, Fatty did not utter a word.

“Listen to me, kid!” Cillian did not make things difficult for Fatty, nor did he demand an answer. He instead said sincerely, “Do you know that beliefs take some time to settle and accumulate? Many people I know, or rather many people I have met, were also Atheists when they were young. In fact, as they grew older and gained more knowledge, their viewpoint would change bit by bit. When they grew old, they would become devout believers. Do you know why?”

Fatty shook his head in confusion.

“That’s because faith is actually a kind of spiritual sustenance!” Cillian said, “Nobody can prove whether Gods exist. That is not the point. People themselves are the point. There are many kinds of turmoil in the world. After you experience a lot, it will have an impact on your worldview and values. Just like the death of your parents, you will feel that everything that supports you has collapsed. If you continue to be in such a mental state, I’m afraid that it won’t take long before you lose yourself… Thus, you need spiritual sustenance that will support you again. This sustenance is faith!”

“Although I don’t know what happened to you that made you look so full of worry, I want to tell you that you should find your spiritual sustenance!” Cillian smiled and said, “I’m not saying this to make you have faith in the Lord but to tell you that you should live happily and strive to pursue what you want. I believe this is what your parents are most eager to see in Heaven.”

Fatty looked up at Cillian, his gaze appearing somewhat radiant.

Upon seeing this, Cillian suddenly smiled slightly and said, “When I looked at your resume in the past, I saw a comment made by your orphanage teacher: Although he sometimes likes to play pranks, Tang Ji is also an optimistic, hardworking child. Did you know about this comment?”

Of course, Fatty remembered that when he had lived in the orphanage, he had been a troublemaker. However, the teacher of the orphanage at the time had been a good old man who had always worried about him…

At the thought of this teacher, Fatty couldn’t help but smile.

Why was he thinking so much? He should play his favorite game and do what he wanted to do the most. A great mysterious power had brought him back four years ago. Who would dare to say that this wasn’t supposed to help him fulfill his dream of becoming an expert in the game?

Perhaps, his parents might have seen his previous self, who had been feeling lost and grief-stricken, struggling in the game and had in dismay prayed to that great power for another chance?

Even if his head burst from thought, he would not understand that power, so why not cherish this hard-won opportunity?

Upon seeing the frivolous smile on Fatty’s face finally come back, Cillian couldn’t help but chuckle. He patted his shoulder before he said, “Okay, don’t go back in a hurry. A beautiful woman just brought her child over and wants to sign up for the church choir. Go receive her. I know that you didn’t become a Daoist priest because there are more young and pretty women at the church!”

“He he… You know me the best!” Fatty smiled smugly. The old man was truly a friend!

As he eagerly ran to the reception room, Fatty pushed open the door, feeling full of expectations.

He was a straight man, so it was normal that he liked looking at pretty women. Because the Morris Church was well-known in the community and the surrounding area, many pretty young women loved coming to this church. Hence, Fatty could always feast on them with his eyes.

Before pushing the door open this time, Fatty was imagining what this pretty woman, whom Cillian had called beautiful, looked like. However, after pushing the door open, he was dumbfounded.

Wasn’t this chick the legendary unjust ghost who specialized in pestering him? How come he saw her everywhere he went?

That was right. The person sitting in the reception room was actually Luo Moling!

Upon seeing this eccentric neighbor of hers, Luo Moling widened her eyes in shock. She couldn’t help but call out Fatty’s name.

“You… You… You’re a priest here?”