PDLP Chapter 177 Saints
Chapter 177 Saints
The old Taoist priest burst into laughter upon seeing Li Jun's appearance.
"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."
He put down his teacup and looked at Li Jun.
"Is your wood carving finished?"
Li Jun nodded.
"It's finished."
"Let me see it."
Li Jun turned around and went back to the workshop, bringing out the wood carving.
The old Taoist priest took it and examined it carefully.
The wood carving is small, about 20 centimeters in size.
Two immortals stood side by side.
His clothes flowed smoothly, and his expression was serene.
That smile was warm and kind.
The old Taoist priest watched for a long time.
Then, he looked up.
"Well carved."
"This skill is far superior to mine."
Li Jun smiled.
"Master, you flatter me."
The old Taoist priest returned the wooden carving to him.
"Keep this safe, and take it to Miao territory in a couple of days."
"By the way, when are we leaving?"
Li Jun thought about it.
"The 20th of the first lunar month, I suppose."
"Today is the 17th, there are still two days left."
"Perfect timing to get ready."
The old Taoist priest nodded.
"OK."
He stood up and dusted himself off.
"I'll go cook."
Li Jun looked at his master's back and suddenly spoke.
"Master."
The old Taoist priest turned around.
"Um?"
Li Jun opened his mouth, as if to say something.
But in the end, he just smiled.
"fine."
The old Taoist priest glanced at him but didn't ask any more questions.
He turned and went into the kitchen.
Li Jun stood still, looking down at the wooden carving in his hand.
The two immortals still wore smiles on their faces.
He suddenly felt a little worried.
Will there be any problems if we give this wood carving to Yin Jian and Lan Nianzhen?
What if the young couple quarrels and argues in the future? Will lightning fall from the sky?
Surely... no way?
He shook his head, picked up the wooden carving, and went back to his room, intending to find a box to put it in first.
……
Nine o'clock in the evening.
Europa, headquarters of the Church of Holy Light.
The atmosphere inside the huge circular conference hall was so heavy it seemed like it could drip water.
In the exquisite murals depicting biblical stories on the dome, the eyes of the saints and angels seem to be watching everyone around the long table.
The Pope sat in the main seat, his hands folded on his knees, his face expressionless.
On either side, fifteen cardinals sat upright.
They each had the same document in front of them.
The official response from the Great Xia Night Watchmen.
[Regarding the unusual phenomenon over Luxian County: After verification, it was found to be a routine meteorological experiment conducted by our team in the Luxian area. This is a normal scientific research activity, and we appreciate everyone's concern. Specific technical details will not be disclosed at this time.]
a long time.
An elderly bishop with white hair and beard slowly spoke:
"A meteorological experiment?"
His voice was hoarse, with an undisguised sarcasm.
"Your Majesty, do they think we're fools?"
No one responded.
But everyone understood what he meant.
The strange phenomena in Lu County, the auspicious seven-colored clouds, the towering phantom of a giant, and the scene of people bowing in worship...
Meteorological experiment?
These four words are even more insulting than saying "no comment" directly.
"His Majesty."
A cardinal said in a deep voice:
"Based on the images and energy monitoring data we obtained, the peak energy of the anomaly in Daxia Lu County far exceeds the upper limit of the previous Nanyang God War."
"More importantly, we found out the images of those two giants."
He opened a document in front of him and continued:
"They are the Two Immortals of Harmony and Union from the legends of the Great Xia Dynasty, who preside over marriages and harmonious relationships between husband and wife..."
"What?! An immortal?!"
Suddenly, a cardinal standing nearby stood up abruptly, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Could it be... that the gods of Great Xia have been resurrected?"
These words immediately created a tense atmosphere in the conference room.
The gods have been restored.
if it is real……
This means that there are gods in the Great Xia Dynasty!
He is not the kind of pseudo-god who forcibly improves himself by relying on divine artifacts, formations, or secret techniques.
They are not gods from ancient legends!
That kind of existence is simply beyond their ability to contend with!
"Don't forget Kunlun's sword strike."
Someone whispered.
"A single sword strike cleaved across four thousand kilometers, instantly annihilating a god wielding a divine weapon, and excommunicating the entire Sakura Kingdom..."
"That's impossible for humans to achieve."
"If that was the work of some deity..."
He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.
If Kunlun's sword strike was the work of a god.
If this is a manifestation of a deity in Lu County.
How many gods did the Great Xia Dynasty actually have?
Have the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty all been resurrected?
The thought of this possibility sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the conference hall was tense and uneasy.
Various hushed discussions arose one after another.
Some people were pale, some were sweating, and some were clutching their crosses and praying softly.
Just then...
Snapped!
A crisp sound.
The Pope slammed his hand heavily on the table.
Everyone fell silent instantly and looked at him.
The Pope stood up, his aged yet still sharp eyes slowly sweeping over everyone present.
"What's the panic?"
His voice wasn't loud.
But that steady strength made everyone lower their heads.
The meeting room fell silent for a few seconds.
The Pope slowly sat down.
He picked up his teacup and took a sip of the tea, which had already gone cold.
Then, put down the teacup.
"This matter is of great importance."
He spoke, his tone calm.
"I will consult the saints."
The moment the word "saint" was uttered, everyone present was instantly jolted.
Those eyes that were originally filled with fear and anxiety instantly lit up.
"Your Majesty!" A cardinal stood up abruptly. "The saint...has awakened?"
The Pope glanced at him and nodded slightly.
"A saint who had been asleep for many years has recently awakened and regained consciousness."
The conference room erupted in chaos!
"The saints have awakened!"
"God protect us! That's wonderful!"
Those faces that were originally filled with fear now radiated light.
saint.
These two words have a special meaning in the Church of Holy Light.
They are not the Pope.
The Pope is the administrator of the church and the shepherd of the believers.
But the saints...
Those are beings who have truly touched the realm of gods!
Their strength far surpasses that of the gods.
Legend has it that powerful saints are even comparable to the angels under the throne of God!
They are the true pillars of the church, the embodiment of faith, and the manifestation of the Lord's glory on earth.
Now, a saint has awakened.
This was like a godsend for the high-ranking members of the Holy Light Church, who were in a state of panic!
"His Majesty!"
"Which saint has awakened?"
"May we go and pay our respects?"
Everyone asked questions at once.
The Pope raised his hand to quell the crowd's excitement and slowly began to speak:
"It's Saint Ambrose."
The conference room fell silent instantly.
St. Ambrose!
That was one of the greatest saints of the Holy Light Church four hundred years ago!
Legend has it that he single-handedly suppressed the dark turmoil across the entire continent of Europe.
Legend has it that he once spoke with the messenger of the Lord and heard the songs of angels with his own ears.
Now, he's awake!
He awoke when the church needed guidance the most!
"His Majesty!"
"This is the grace of the Lord!"
"This is the Lord's will!"
The cardinals were so excited they were incoherent.
The Pope raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.
"I'm going to see him now."
"Wait here."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door at the back of the conference hall that was never opened.