Yun Wei did not wait long.
Almost as soon as his arm naturally returned to its original position, a clear sound came from the room.
The person inside leaned against the rotten door, the already exaggerated cracks in the door opening and closing repeatedly as the person approached.
The other person asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
Yun Wei hadn't expected that the other party's opening remarks would be so philosophical.
With the ascetics watching nearby, he replied, “Life is me, and resurrection is me. I am a messenger who has come to deliver the message of the resurrection.”
What he said sounded like scripture, and Matthew did not doubt it.
Having understood what the other person truly meant, Allen frantically unhinged the hinges and pulled the door open.
Yun Wei finally met Allen.
The other person was slightly taller than him, but very thin, as thin as the village official of Koro, with only his eyes shining.
But it was different from Koro's. Yun Wei didn't know how to describe the other's eyes. In that instant, he could only think of two emotions, pain and peace, existing at the same time.
However, for some reason, the other person was stunned when they saw him.
Against that darker skin tone, the other person's lips appeared even paler and sickly, and they were trembling as they murmured, "It's you...you're the messiah of love..."
"ah?"
Suddenly receiving a new title, Yun Wei didn't feel relaxed at all. He quickly denied it, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm not some messiah. Allen, do you want me to stand outside and talk? I'm a little cold."
For some reason, he relaxed as soon as he saw Allen.
Even on their first meeting, he felt that perhaps the other person could become his friend.
Allen then came to his senses. He turned his head and said to the ascetic outside the door, "Matthew, hold the door for me. I'm going to hold a 'Secret Ceremony,' so don't let anyone near."
The so-called "secret code" is a twin that is quite similar to "mystery".
Magic and mystery are closely related. When magicians practice, they meditate, which is to say, they are practicing mysticism.
Similarly, priests also need to meditate.
However, they were more arrogant than the traditionally low-key former, and instead of using the same term, they replaced it with "mysticism".
The believers who are in seclusion at Upper Lafra Monastery hold such sacraments far more frequently than monks in any other corner of the continent.
Despite his surprise and confusion, Matthew replied respectfully, "Yes, Lord Allen. May this path be forever illuminated!"
Allen closed the door, while Yun Wei instantly cast a wind barrier and a light spell.
This narrow stone chamber was not damp due to the low temperature; it was simply chilly and damp.
There were no unpleasant odors in the air, only a faint, cool fragrance, with a calming aftertaste that was soothing and refreshing, like some kind of spice burning out.
Yun Wei didn't have the habit of burning incense, so he casually asked, "What incense did you burn?"
“Just some myrrh, mixed with a little agarwood. Just a little of the latter is enough to calm me down,” Allen replied simply, looking up at the rather stable sphere of light above. “It’s rather rude, but if you’re here for that guy Dilis, then you can leave now.”
Yun Wei did not deny it. He curled the corner of his mouth and said, "I came here because of that guy's request. But I want to talk about something else first."
As he spoke, he took out "The Words of the Gods" from his own space. "To my shame, I caused quite a commotion before, and then I met the goddess Kirhona. She left me this, but I think it might be more suitable for you."
Upon hearing the great name of the long-dead god, Allen froze.
He moved his lips, weakly denying, "I...I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't be afraid, I mean no harm." Seeing that she had gradually gained control of the situation, Yun Wei felt a little more at ease. "Your name is Allen Babylon, right? Don't be nervous, Vivi is also a good friend of mine. She told me."
“By chance, I once read a book written by your ancestor about the oracle of the goddess Kirhorna.” After briefly explaining the background, he changed the subject, “By the way, the goddess has been resurrected.”
"ah?"
This time, it was Allen's turn to be speechless.
Yun Wei lowered his head and laughed, "I was surprised at first, but when I thought that resurrection was also a law she ruled, I didn't find it hard to accept."
He pushed the heavy book in his hand into the arms of the person in front of him, and then walked over to sit down on the futon by the wall.
After a while, the distraught bishop finally followed him to the other side.
They talked about the goddess some more.
After a brief pause, Allen asked Yun Wei, "I still don't understand what you're implying... Although I've had many guesses, this is still 'unjust.' I still want to hear the real meaning from you."
“Since that’s the case, then I won’t beat around the bush. Please forgive me for not using honorifics, but on the other side of time, we should have been inseparable best friends.” Yun Wei raised his eyes, quietly gazing into Allen’s eyes. “Now that Kirhorna has been resurrected, are you prepared to continue your contract with Alejo Rose?”
Because there was indeed no precedent for this on the continent of Zhuyuan, O. Oakes did not have time to complete this task.
It's like encountering a bug.
The contract that ended with the passing of the gods, though not restored with their resurrection, is ultimately up to human intervention.
Allen shuddered.
Just hearing that person's name made him feel like he'd been burned.
Even so, his answer was firm: "No, sir. I... I will not continue the contract with him."
Yun Wei nodded. "That's good. Contracts are indeed not suitable for maintaining relationships—we have similar experiences in this regard."
Allen looked at Yun Wei with a puzzled expression.
His eyes clearly showed interest, but he didn't dare to ask.
Having observed the other person's reaction, Yun Wei smiled again. "This is a long story, I'll tell you about it another time. Let me move on to the next question: Do you like Dilis?"
The person in front of him reacted even more violently this time than before. With a loud crash, Allen knocked over the incense burner on the small table.
"I, I..." The other person stammered for a while, but quickly straightened up, "The scriptures say—"
If it were a debate, even ten million Yunwei combined wouldn't be a match for this saint in a single round.
Yun Wei quickly interrupted him, "Don't quote scriptures, Allen. I'm just asking you, what's your own stance? Do you actually like Dilis?"
“His request is his business; I’m just asking you from the perspective of ‘I am your friend.’”
Allen fell silent.
Having been stripped of his weapon by a completely unreasonable magician, this poor priest was forced to look at 'himself', which was deliberately hidden under divine light.
After a long silence, he finally stammered, "I...I don't know."
Allen felt extremely painful.
To fall in love with a deity while being a mortal is an absolute taboo.
It is also a grave crime that can never be forgiven.
At that moment, all he wanted was to disappear forever.
Perhaps only in this way can the gods be the gods they truly were.
They should be high above, only needing to accept the worship and adoration of believers, without having to make any response.
Seeing that the other person was about to suffocate, Yun Wei finally calmed down.
He sighed and said, "Allen, I admire you very much, truly. In the Continent of Elements, a person with faith like you is undoubtedly noble."
"Or perhaps, in any world plunged into darkness, there are people as devout as you. Your love for God surpasses everything in the world. Although I cannot understand it, I am still filled with respect for you."
“Your struggle reminds me of some humans who were also monks in a monastery and who generously took me in when I was desperate.”
Allen almost burst into tears when he heard Yun Wei's praise.
He could only stare wide-eyed at Yun Wei in silence.
The other person's voice was very low and husky, and when they began to tell their story, it seemed to have a natural magic that made people involuntarily fall into the reminiscence.
"During my most boring times, I also looked through the scriptures on my side. There was no other way; even when resources were extremely scarce, those scriptures were still well preserved—"
"Don't laugh at me. Even if I read through countless scriptures, I will never believe in any god. There's nothing I can do about it; I just don't have the aptitude for it."
“Let me continue with my experience. Out of curiosity, I opened the scriptures, and then I noticed a detail.”
"Among the passages that tell the love story between the Son of God and his first disciple, there is another one, 'the Son of God's most beloved disciple.' My attention should have been focused on the three dialogues between the Son of God and Simon."
"Simon Peter was the first disciple of the Son of God. He denied his relationship with the Son of God three times, and after the Son of God's resurrection, he was questioned three times by the Son of God about whether he deeply loved the Son of God."
"He did indeed eventually accept the key to the Kingdom of Heaven handed over by the Son of God and become God's shepherd on earth, which is consistent with the patriarch of your Glorious Church."
"But as I said before, my full attention was drawn to the unnamed 'disciple of the Son of God.' Yet even after searching through the entire Gospel, I could not find his name."
At this point, Yun Wei had to stop and pour himself a glass of water.
"Ah, how could this be..." To Yun Wei's surprise, Allen listened with rapt attention to this miraculous story. "So, it was because Simon Peter was jealous of him that he stripped him of his name?"
Behind every divine story lies a metaphor.
Only the most devout believers, those with "spiritual vision," can see through and understand.
Allen understood, of course.
Even setting those aside, he was still very interested in the scriptures the person in front of him had mentioned.
It was far more authentic than the dry, contradictory, and error-ridden scriptures in his hands.
Upon hearing this, Yun Wei burst into laughter. "No, Allen. I later went to ask the priest, and he told me that the disciple had actually left his name long ago."
"For that disciple was the author of the entire Gospel. The most famous Gospel was named after him from the very beginning."
The author of the Gospel of John never mentions his own name throughout the entire text.
He only used "the most beloved disciple of the Son of God" to refer to himself.
Although these are profound topics that should be worthy of discussion and debate by theologians, Yun Wei only wanted to say three words.
I bumped into something.
Perhaps from that time onward, he had already embarked on the path of becoming a pedant, and was now beyond redemption.
After listening, Allen fell silent again.
He seemed to understand the metaphor behind the story, then quietly wiped his moist eyes. "That's quite a beautiful story, sir. I think I can give my answer now."
“I do not like the Dilis who loves me, yet I deeply love the radiant Lord who loves me but also punishes me.” This remarkably insightful cardinal reaffirmed his faith and answered with conviction.
"I see." Yun Wei nodded, smiling knowingly. "Like Weiwei, more than you finding a partner, I hope you are happy."
"Oh right, Allen, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yun Wei. It's nice to meet you."
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Yun, Wei.” Allen pursed his lips and repeated his name with utmost solemnity.
Although the two had a very pleasant conversation, Yun Wei made no preparations to stay at the Upper Lafra Monastery.
After leaving his contact address, Yun Wei got up to say goodbye.
"You're always welcome to visit me..." Allen said somewhat reluctantly as he saw the other person to the door.
He desperately wanted to hear more about the apostles' deeds and the past.
This made him feel that he was not alone.
However, as Yun Wei gazed into the other's jewel-like eyes, he ultimately couldn't bear to do it.
He stopped and straightened his expression. "Although I have no intention of meddling, Allen, there's something I don't want to hide from you."
Allen stared blankly at Yun Wei, instinctively clutching his patched monk's robe.
"What, what is it?" he asked softly.
Yun Wei took a deep breath and finally said in a deep voice:
"Although it's just speculation, I still have to tell you this."
“Dilista—”
"I'm afraid I'm going to die."
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