Chapter 375： Gather in the shadow (1/2)

Church, a church that was built by yourself.

Wright never thought that he would return to this place so quickly when he left, but he never thought about it. When he came back, he would lose the light of the Holy Light and become an ordinary person.

Losing extraordinary power and losing the identity of the extraordinary, this is nothing for Wright. Power is just a tool. He lived as an ordinary person for twenty years before he got the tool. His identity for the extraordinary. Not so strong, but lost the affinity for the light, but let him be exceptionally stunned.

He stood quietly in front of the simple church for a long time. He looked at the small towers and spires above the church to form a sword in the outline of the giant day, such as the legendary first holy in the ancient times that guided humanity to cut through the darkness. The light pierced the sky, and finally he sighed slightly and stepped forward to open the church door.

The words of the lord left a deep echo in his heart. Wright knew that those words were justified and worthy of thinking. However, he knew more about where his problems were. In fact, he never doubted that he practiced the light. The determination and action of the Tao, he did not shake in this regard.

What really shakes him is the people who are almost completely abandoning the light, and why they can use those sacred forces.

Lord of Light... Can He really not see it all?

In the heart of Wright, this almost rebellious thought emerged again, and at the moment when this thought emerged, he felt his spiritual world turbulent, and some kind of tingling sensation emerged in his mind, and an extreme The distant, vague, chaotic whisper whispered in his ear, and the whisper seemed to contain endless truth and love, but Wright could not hear the whisper, but could clearly feel that the whisper was Stay away from yourself.

The short stinging and sputum soon ended, and Wright felt that the power of the light in his body had weakened again.

"Undoubtedly the Lord..." The tall priest whispered and walked slowly into the church's prayer hall. He sat down in the first row of seats and looked up at the icon that was not far from the front— —The obscure icon of the Lord of Light is standing on the preaching platform, and the sun shining from the skylight shrouds the sculpture, enveloping it in a halo of light—and then he bows his head and prays silently.

Halfway through the prayer, Wright opened his eyes and he sensed that someone was approaching himself, so he stood up and turned to look.

A middle-aged woman in a muslin dress and a big waist was hesitant to come over. This is one of the followers who often come to church on weekdays. The peasant woman saw Wright to end the prayer, so she immediately stopped the crappy movement, Da Lala Going forward, I greeted with a hearty big voice: "I saw the door open - Mr. Pastor, are you coming back?"

"I just came back for a while," Wright looked at the woman who often came to church to pray. "Need help?"

"Oh, nothing, I just heard that you are back, come over and see - the big guy thinks about you," the farmer smiled. "You are back, is the weekly meeting held as usual?" Go back and talk to the big guy."

Holding a meeting needs to lead everyone to realize the light, Wright could not help but frown, and apologized on his face: "I... sorry, my recent state may not be very good, probably can't host the church..."

The peasant woman didn't mind at all, and waved her hand: "Oh, nothing is ok, then I will tell you, the church will be canceled."

Then the woman glanced at Wright with a glance, with a little concern in her tone: "Mr. Pastor, are you infected with cold outside? I can hear that the snow in the north of the Rock Fortress has not disappeared yet, you are outside. Frozen?"

A peasant woman who has no knowledge of her is probably unable to understand the concept of faltering and deviating from the light. She just guessed the current state of Wright with her own understanding, and Wright was silent after hearing the words of concern.

After a while, the only pastor on the territory shook his head slightly: "I'm fine. I think I can still pray for the week--you go and talk to everyone, this week's week will be as usual."