Chapter 1488: In the Name of a Saint

Except for the elder gray-robed man, it was the first time for the other gray-robed men and Father Yang to see this darkroom and these two statues with their own eyes, but they had heard about it for a long time, and the holy relics of the Brotherhood were kept in the Underground of this building.

Of course, this company itself is used by the fraternity to deceive people, and the employees in the company are also believers in the fraternity. There are well-documented accounts and trade transactions. Self-sufficiency is not difficult.

All the people present stared at the portrait obsessively, as if they could feel his greatness and brilliance even through time and space.

They have seen the face of the saint countless times from other murals and statues, but only this statue can most faithfully restore the voice and smile of the saint, even the fine lines between his brows, the folds of his robe, and the numbness around his waist. Knots and thick calluses on the soles of feet from long barefoot walks are on display in every detail, as if he will come to life the next moment and lead them to glory.

The old gray-robed man staggered to the side of the dark room, fumbled and pressed a switch, and the lights in the dark room turned on.

Their pupils shrank instantly due to shock, their eyes opened wider, their knees were weak and they almost knelt down, because they saw an unbelievable scene. As the lights came on, the saint's head was also covered by a faint halo shrouded.

As the lights came on, the details hidden by the darkness were clearly displayed in front of their eyes. There was a light red hole-like scar on the palms of his hands and the insteps of his feet. Looking at this statue, it is easy to overlook these four scars.

There was a hole in the robe on his left side, and the deepest, fifth light red hole-shaped scar could be vaguely seen from the hole.

Although they understand that praise should be given to the sculptor hundreds of years ago, thanks to his superb craftsmanship for leaving such a perfect statue of the saint for later generations.

As for the beast next to it...

The beast is also lifelike, its hair seems to be hunting and fluttering in the wind, the fangs in its mouth are sharp, and its vigorous body is powerful, as if it will look up to the sky and howl at the moon in the next moment... Only its eyes, Those were a pair of eyes that did not belong to beasts, they were clear and pious.

They all know the legend of the saint well, so they know that it is a beast, not a pet dog, such as Alaska or husky, because its demeanor is really far from the impression of a beast like a gray wolf, but This is not the fault of the sculptor, on the contrary, being able to transform the ferocious gray wolf into a kind-hearted man like a pet dog shows how great the saint's virtue is.

The old gray-robed man said heavily: "800 years ago, the evil heresy worship made us at a loss,

At that time, we also made a big mistake because of this. In order to overcome the fear of evil statues, we massacred domestic cats and wild cats. As a result, the situation was so serious that it could not be ended... At that time, we could only pray sincerely, please God Guide us in heaven, ask the saints to lead us out of the mud. The Father answered us, and the saint sent his brother to drive the devil to hell for us, and bury the statue of evil in the ground so that it will never see the light of day. Today, heresy is spreading quietly in this city, and the good animals succumbed to the devil's call, so we have to turn to the saint again, ask him to give grace, and lead us to defeat the devil again! Amen! "

Father Yang and the other men in gray robes crossed themselves and recited in unison: "Amen!"

Having said that, they don't know exactly how to unseal the sacred object, and what happened 800 years ago is too long ago, so long that there is not much information handed down at all.

They all looked at the elderly gray-robed man, waiting for his instructions. As the guardian of the sacred object, he should know more secrets than them.

Moreover, he was the one who called them together. Wouldn't it be a joke if he didn't know how to lift the seal and summon the holy object?

The old gray-robed man said confidently: "It's very simple, we pray, just like we did 800 years ago."

pray? Is it okay to just pray?

The eyes of the elderly gray-robed man burst into light, "It's not just us, please pass it on to each other, the Franciscans and the Franciscan sisters, hundreds of millions of brothers and sisters, will start praying with the utmost sincerity today, Until saints and relics answer our call and lead us to victory over the devil...now, it begins with us."

Those present took a deep breath and prayed reverently in unison.

Oh God!

Please make me an instrument of peace!

Where there is hurt, let me communicate forgiveness;

Where there is hatred, let me sow charity;

Where there is doubt, let me provide hope;

Where there is hopelessness, let me bring joy...

They prayed over and over again, with reverence in their hearts before the statue of the saint.

They have no doubt that the saint will answer their prayers, or that the legend, handed down from 800 years ago, that the holy relic was resurrected to drive out the devil.

If prayer is the only thing they can do, then they are willing to pray until the day they die.

Countless brothers and sisters will join them in praying for the power of the saint to descend upon the city that bears his name.

Father Yang is also praying. He was born in China, but he was taken abroad when he was very young. At that time, he had never heard of the city of San Francisco. Later, he grew up and studied in Belgium, and only then did he know that there is such a city in the United States. , but didn’t pay much attention to it, until he converted to religion and joined the brotherhood, this city had special meaning to him... When he passed the test of the church and returned to China again after being able to stand on his own, he But I have never been used to China's name for the city of San Francisco.

"San Francisco" is a beautiful name, but it also has historical significance and a sense of the times. It has witnessed the history of blood and tears of countless Chinese laborers panning for gold in the United States. It has achieved the ultimate in "Da" and "Elegance", but there is something missing in the word "Xin".

As for the inexplicable translation of "San Francisco", he didn't even want to think about it.

He prefers to call the city by another less down-to-earth name, which is also the real name of the city.

San Francisco.

A city named after animals, merchants, stowaways, guardians of the Catholic Church movement and the natural environment, owner of stigmata, and performer of miracles, St. Francis!

Whether it is a heretic worshiper or a devil, if they dare to do evil in this city named after the saint, what awaits them is the fate of destruction.