69novels Chapter 150 Go and invite Morgan!
Chapter 150 Go and invite Morgan!
Chapter 150 Go and invite Morgan!
"And you need to water these flowers every day."
Father Iller reached out and touched one of the flowers gently, as if greeting an old friend.
"Before each Mass, the flowers should be picked from here, put into flowerpots, and then carried into the church."
He turned around and looked at Chen Yuan.
"Got it?"
"I've got it."
Chen Yuan nodded.
Father Iller stared at him for two seconds, as if to confirm whether he had truly remembered or was just being perfunctory.
Then he turned around and continued walking forward.
Walk through the courtyard to the end, and you'll find a wooden door.
The door panels were old, with peeling paint revealing the grayish-white wood underneath.
Father Iller took out a bunch of keys from his waist, found one of them, inserted it into the lock, and turned it twice.
The door opened.
A dusty smell wafted over.
The warehouse was small and dimly lit, with only a small window high up letting in a bit of light.
Inside, there were some odds and ends: old tables and chairs, candlesticks covered in dust, and a few empty flowerpots.
In the corner, there was a dusty ladder leaning against the wall.
But the most eye-catching is the statue in the very center.
The Virgin Mary.
The pure white stone statue, with hands clasped in prayer and a benevolent face, should be sacred and flawless.
But at this moment, she has three things that shouldn't be there on her body.
The black and red colors stood out starkly against the white stone statue.
Two mounds on her chest, one mound below her waist—Chen Yuan couldn't bear to look at them any longer.
Father Iller stood in the doorway, his gaze fixed on the statue.
His face twitched.
Then his breathing became heavy again.
"Whoosh—whoosh!"
Chen Yuan was startled and quickly stepped forward to support him.
The old priest's arms were trembling and his body was swaying. Chen Yuan felt as if he was supporting not a person, but an old tree branch that could break at any moment.
"Father Iller, are you alright?"
Father Iller gasped for breath, his face turning from white to red, then back to white, before finally recovering after a long while.
He waved his hand, indicating that Chen Yuan didn't need to be helped.
Chen Yuan let go of her hand, but still stood by, ready to help her up again at any time.
Father Iller stared at the statue and remained silent for a long time.
Then he spoke, his voice hoarse.
"Take those things down."
"oh."
Chen Yuan did as instructed, pulled out the cone, and threw it in a corner of the warehouse.
The three cones were left there, pitch black, and looked even more eerie in the dim light.
Father Iller glanced at the sculpture again, and the muscles in his face twitched once more.
Although Chen Yuan had already pulled the three cones off, the stains remained, and they were still an eyesore.
"Then...then we went to ask Morgan to come and help us restore the statue to its original state."
Chen Yuan nodded and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped.
He looked at the statue, his gaze falling on the stains.
Then he spoke.
"Father Iller".
"What's wrong?"
Do you think there are devils in this world?
When Chen Yuan asked this question, his gaze did not leave the statue.
He can see some things.
A trace of black energy was emanating from those black and red stains.
It was very faint, like mist or smoke, almost invisible in the dimly lit warehouse.
But Chen Yuan could sense it.
This was completely different from how he felt before he gained [psychic powers].
Looking at the three cones again, the black energy there seemed even more concentrated.
It is now certain that the person who inserted those three cones into the Virgin Mary was not an ordinary person.
Father Iller frowned and glanced at him.
He followed Chen Yuan's gaze and saw only a statue covered in graffiti.
The black stains and red stains looked like some naughty kid's prank with clay and paint.
"Chen, there are no devils in this world."
Father Iller's tone was very certain.
"If you want to see the devil, I'll put you on a time machine and take you back to the 16th century."
He paused, raised his hand, and pointed to the statue.
"Now, go and fetch Morgan for me."
Chen Yuan:
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He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.
"You mean there are no devils in this world?"
"Of course not."
Father Iller answered very readily.
"All evil originates from within people's hearts."
Chen Yuan:
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Good decision.
That's so straightforward.
So self-righteous and confident.
He was speechless.
Father Iller sighed, shifting his gaze from the statue to the small patch of sky outside the window.
"At least since I joined the church, I have never seen the devil."
His tone carried a hint of weariness and an inexplicable sense of desolation.
Forget about demons, he'd never even seen a priest perform an exorcism.
Those ancient rituals, those accounts of the devil, all seemed like stories from another era, too far removed from him.
For priests today, it's simply a profession.
He presides over Mass, listens to confessions, and comforts people.
God is merely a spiritual refuge.
Chen Yuan looked at him without saying a word.
After a few seconds, he nodded.
"All right."
He turned and walked out, but after a few steps he stopped and looked back at Father Iller.
"Father Iller, where does Morgan live?"
Twenty minutes later, Chen Yuan returned with a burly man wearing a blue denim suit.
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The man was in his thirties, with a robust build and arms thicker than Chen Yuan's thighs.
He was carrying a suitcase in each hand, his face beaming with smiles, chatting enthusiastically with Chen Yuan.
"You wouldn't believe it, that old lady insisted that I make a statue of her husband wearing a suit."
"I asked the old lady, what did your husband do before he died? She said he was an accountant."
"I said it's fine to make it into a suit, but your budget is only enough for a portrait. If you want to make a full-body portrait, you'll have to pay extra," the big man said, laughing to himself.
Chen Yuan smiled too.
This person is Morgan.
He looks like a repairman, with paint and plaster stains on his blue denim suit and calluses on his hands, but he is actually a sculptor.
He is said to be quite famous in the area, and several statues in the church are his work.
The two chatted as they walked into the warehouse.
Father Iller was still standing there, staring blankly at the desecrated statue of the Virgin Mary.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around and forced a smile.
"Morgan".
"Father Iller!"
Morgan put down the two boxes, strode over, grabbed Father Iller's hand, and shook it vigorously.
"Long time no see, you still look as radiant as ever!"
Father Iller was shaken so badly that he almost lost his smile.
"Morgan, I asked you to come here so I could ask you to take a look at whether this statue can still be repaired."
Morgan released his hand and turned to look at the statue.
He was stunned for a moment when he first saw it.
He looked at it a second time and frowned.
After looking at it for the third time, his mouth opened.
"Oh My God!"
His voice echoed through the warehouse, startling a sparrow that had flown in from a corner at some unknown time.
The sparrow flapped its wings and flew out of the window.
"Who did this?!"
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