The next day.
Vincent, who had been meditating all night in a praying position, opened his eyes. He opened his hands, and the sacred dome emblem in the middle of his palms was slowly withdrawing the faint moonlight.
He stood up and removed the Aether enchantment that he had set up around him. The Aether that had enveloped him immediately dispersed in all directions like a gentle breeze.
The simple meditation enchantment was made up of three parts.
The first was the array that he had drawn with holy water under his feet. It had evaporated as his meditation ended.
The wet marks on the floor were slowly disappearing, leaving only the faint fragrance of shadow flowers.
The second was the energy source that maintained the enchantment. Under more formal circumstances, it would usually use a casting tool that had the spirituality of the moon, such as a pure moon stone.
But now that he had come in a hurry, he could only use the aether that he could control.
The third was the sacred dome emblem in his hands. It was a bridge that connected his soul to the moon.
The standard pattern on the silver sacred emblem was a simple crescent moon with ripple-like lines. These lines looked simple, but if one looked carefully, they would find that the ripples were all complicated and dazzling incantations.
Every clergyman of the Dome Church would have a sacred emblem that belonged to them. The first website was m.9biquge. com
On the one hand, it was a symbol of status, and on the other hand, it was the best medium for meditation and casting.
Everyone's sacred emblem was formed when they first joined the church, and their consciousness communicated with the moon during the first baptism. It was a perfect casting tool that was almost 100% compatible with them.
"The efficiency of meditation is much lower than usual. The time taken to meditate is almost three times longer than before. There are distracting thoughts during meditation, and I even hear … strange murmurs? There are also flashes of images? "
Vincent frowned. He once again felt that strange sense of irritation. A nameless anger seemed to be suppressed in his heart.
"What's wrong with me?"
He subconsciously put away the sacred emblem, and then took out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with his eyes closed.
"Phew …"
It was as if he could only calm down when the smoke was hovering in his lungs and in front of his eyes, and all the distracting thoughts in his mind were removed.
Even the restless aether had been tamed, and it began to flow regularly again with the puffs of smoke.
It was a soothing experience. It was as if he had returned to the first baptism. The old priest who presided over the ceremony used his old, rough, but warm and powerful palm to gently press on the young boy's head, and then used an extremely gentle force to guide him into the water.
"We will be servants of the moon for the rest of our lives. We will worship the moon, serve the moon, love the moon, and fear the moon."
"We are with the moon. We are born on the bright side and die on the dark side. The moon completes a cycle of alternating light and darkness. The cycle of life and death. The dead will be reborn."
"We have received the blessings and blessings of the moon, but at the same time, we will never be able to look directly at everything above the dome until death allows us to rise into the sky."
The old priest's voice was calm and steady. The ripples in his memory flickered and rippled in his vision when he was young.
As he sank, he saw the moon reflected in the water.
The taste of childhood was like the water of the baptismal bath flowing through her fingertips … soft and warm.
Since then, he had never seen the real moon again.
When Vincent came back to his senses, he had finished smoking an entire cigarette. There was only a cigarette butt between his index and middle fingers.
He was stunned. Then, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shivered.
How could it be?! He … he saw the moon in his memory?! That was impossible!
After the baptism, all the images and impressions of the real moon should have been erased from his memory!
"No, no, no … that was a reflection in the water, not the real moon!"
Vincent muttered to himself, panting heavily. Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and flowed down his temples. Following that was palpitations, panic, confusion, and fear.
He knew that he was lying to himself. All the images related to the real moon should have disappeared from his soul long ago.
No matter how much they loved and longed for the moon, they could never look directly at the real moon.
This was the clergy of the Dome Church.
"But, but what is going on now? How can I see the moon under the water? Is my faith not pious? Or is it the moon's punishment for me? "
Vincent's expression was almost twisted. There was anger, confusion, fear, and uncontrollable ecstasy …
He stared at the holy emblem in his hand, somewhat intoxicated. "So, that is the real moon."
The priest was sweating all over. Because of fear, the clothes on his back were soaked in the blink of an eye. Trembling, he reached out to take out another cigarette.
As the smoke rose, he suddenly crushed the cigarette and the box and threw them on the ground. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Damn it!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Father! Father! Father Vincent! What happened to you? "
The sound of the door and the voice of the music store owner came together, stopping Vincent's movements.
Colin shouted outside the door, "I have prepared the things you asked me to prepare. What should we do next?"
Vincent took a deep breath, squatted down to pick up the cigarette, and said as calmly as possible, "I'm fine. I'll be right there."
He opened the door. Colin was still talking about the horror of the evil spirit next door, but it made Vincent feel a sense of familiarity and reality.
He followed Colin to set up and check the enchantment, the device for exorcism, and the array in the house to make sure that everything was correct.
In the meantime, he had tried to use ether to contact the bookstore next door, but he did not find anything useful.
"You mean, you have been shouting outside the door for about a minute?"
Vincent said with a frown.
"I swear! I'm not lying! " Colin hurriedly swore. "I shouted outside for a while. Seeing that no one responded, I knocked on the door directly."
Phew …
Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt that things were more serious than he had imagined.
He did not realize that he had fallen into an illusion at that time.
Vincent shook his head, but the most important thing now was to help Colin solve the problem … His problem could be solved after this matter was settled.
That night, Vincent put on a black blindfold, brought all his exorcism tools, opened the door, and pushed open the door of the bookstore next door under the moonlight and the night sky.
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"Ding Ling — —"
"Welcome, may I ask …" Lin Jie raised his head and looked at the customer who was fated to enter the store today.
But before he could finish his words, he was slightly stunned as he looked at the blindfolded man in a priest's robe who pushed open the door.
A blind man? And a blind priest at that?
This role was supposed to guide others, but it was played by someone who was supposed to be guided. Needless to say, there was a hint of philosophy in it.
"Is there anything I can help you with? You can buy, borrow, or read books. It's not a big deal to rest your feet. "
Lin Jie's tone became gentler, and he showed a warm smile.
He reached out and quietly stopped Moen who wanted to guide the man to sit down. He made a shushing gesture to him and said, "Are you a priest of the Dome Church?"
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