A young nun, with a nice voice, but her speech was labored and she sounded nervous.
"Forget it, I'll come next time."
Corinna shook her head and was about to reach her hand back when the nun suddenly pulled her back hard.
"Um?"
In the confessional, Fang Ming held the nun's hand and held Corinna, preventing the rare audience from slipping away.
The cold nun in a white collar and gray robe took a deep breath, glared at the man behind her, and whispered in his ear as if she wanted to bite it off.
"I am just blinded by lard!"
Fang Ming rubbed her hair at the temples, "We just confessed our love to each other tenderly, and now you're turning your back on us?"
"You must be suffering from hysteria. I'll prescribe two bottles of medicine for you when I get home!"
The nun finished speaking in a low voice, restraining her emotions and trying to act like a shy nun, "If you have anything on your mind, you can talk to me."
Corinna smiled and said, "Sister, you can't comfort me."
The nun responded softly, “All living things suffer, but the Lord will listen to the suffering of all living things and guide you out of the wrong path.”
"Heh..." Corinna laughed at herself as she listened to the nun's words of comfort. She reached out and lifted up her long light green hair, looking a little melancholy.
"Sister, what do you think truth is?"
"Truth...hiss...comes from practice."
Corinna was a little surprised, and her eyes showed a serious attitude, "Interesting, I thought you would say that God is the truth."
She continued to speak to herself, "That's right, only practice can test the truth. My lifelong pursuit is to use scientific surgery to dissect the true knowledge of the world and explore the only truth."
"But now I seem to have reached a dead end. Ahead of the road is a dead land, which humans have designated as a forbidden area at the sociological level."
After Corinna finished speaking, she sighed helplessly. Why was she discussing this with a young nun?
Even Sister Martha always comforted herself to restrain these unorthodox thoughts.
There were intermittent noises coming from the other side of the board, and it took a while for the nun to reply.
"You sound like a knowledgeable scholar. Perhaps you are closer to the truth than most people. Why do you care about other people's opinions?"
The professor smiled and said, "Interesting Sister, is it that truth gave birth to the omnipotent God, or is it that God realized the only truth?"
The professor was expecting the nun's answer, but he heard her whispering something and listened attentively...
"You... damn it... at this time..."
What?
Corinna felt that the nun seemed very nervous. She held her hand tightly, and her palm was a little wet...
"Is it possible that this sentence blasphemed her faith and made her cry?"
The professor was a little depressed and held his hand back in a dull tone, "I'm sorry, Sister, you don't have to answer this question."
Just as she stood up to leave, the nun's weak voice came from the other side of the partition.
"In the face of the surgery of truth, God is nothing more than a patient to be dissected..."
Corinna pushed the door open, stood there for a moment, turned around and smiled at the board,
"Miss Sister, it is not appropriate for you to stay in the church. Perhaps next time we can discuss the issue of working in my college."
The nun didn't reply, and the professor turned and left in a happy mood.
In the confessional room, Li Xiuqing pressed Fang Ming to the ground and looked at him with cold eyes.
"Sinner who blasphemed the monks, I declare that you will fall into hell after your death!"
Fang Ming attempted to appeal, "You agreed to it first."
Li Xiuqing sat on him, holding his head to prevent him from getting up, "You came here suddenly, I didn't allow it!"
Who knew someone would come in suddenly.
Fang Ming suppressed his inner complaints and asked her curiously, "Is there any difference?"
“The difference between impurity and profanity.”
Fang Ming got up carelessly and simply pulled the sulking Li Xiuqing down, and the two of them hugged each other against the wooden board.
"I like the word blasphemy. I held the cold and holy nun in my arms, but she looked disgusted. This is really blasphemous..."
"You are completely hopeless, Fang Ming."
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