Holy Top Church, in a small worship room.
There was no choir or fancy decorations, only a dozen or so believers praying with their eyes closed.
Lou Cheng didn't say a word after he entered. He found a random corner and sat down, seriously experiencing the different sensations in the air. Tranquility, quietness, calmness, and relaxation drifted over, making him feel as though he was using the Confrontation Formula.
Not a single clergyman or Grandmaster of Martial Arts of the Church … The Church and the spirit cultivators place great emphasis on the creation and influence of the atmosphere … Lou Cheng sized up the room leisurely and had an idea. He didn't want to disturb them, so he got up quietly and walked out of the room.
He glanced at his phone that was on silent mode. Seeing that there was still some time before Yan Zheke's class ended, he decided to take the opportunity to visit the Holy Grail exhibition in the Church Museum next door, which had recently become popular in Connecticut.
It was said that this was a silver cup that once contained the blood of the Savior. According to his master, the original forms of the famous deities and gods in history were often Mighty Ones of Physical Invulnerability. There were even some who had stepped into the Forbidden Zone. I wonder what level the Savior belonged to?
Ke Ke was very interested in this matter as well. She planned to visit on the weekend, partly to broaden her horizons and partly for a date. Hmm, I'll just take it as an opportunity to get a feel for it …
Lou Cheng put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked casually to the entrance of the Church Museum. As soon as he entered, he was stopped by a pretty blonde lady with a clean temperament. She smiled gently and said, "Hello, my name is Tracy.
"Hello, my name is Trish. I'm a volunteer guide here. What can I do for you?"
A volunteer for the Church … Lou Cheng had been here many times recently and was no stranger to this. He waved his hand and smiled.
"It's fine, I'm just looking around."
Volunteers like this are all people who inculcate words like God, salvation, and beauty. I can understand their thoughts and feelings, but I'm sorry, I really don't like it. Compared to this, I'd rather listen to Little Ming's crosstalk.
"The 'objects' on display here are all related to the history of the Church. It's hard to understand their true charm just by looking at them." The blonde lady, Tracy, didn't seem disappointed at being rejected. Her smile remained unchanged as she emphasized.
"Uh … that works too." Lou Cheng thought for a few seconds and changed his mind.
This wasn't because the other party was a beautiful girl, but because he thought of a problem. After listening to her explanation, he had a plan in mind and memorized the key points. When he went on a date with his little fairy later, he would be able to show off his knowledgeable side!
Wasn't this the meaning of scouting?
"Alright, sir, please. It's best if you look from Exhibition Hall No. 1. This is the history of the spread of the Lord's Gospel, and also the history of the development of our church." Trish pointed to the far left and smiled sweetly.
Lou Cheng was indifferent. He followed the volunteer guide and casually stepped into Exhibition Area No. 1. There were bulletproof glass display windows on both sides, inside which were various antique objects.
"These are the notes left behind by Saint Simon. Before the Scroll of the Dead Sea was unearthed, it was the earliest document that recorded the gospel …" Trish pointed at the mottled papyrus and said.
Lou Cheng nodded with great interest, earnestly memorizing the contents of the explanation.
After taking a few steps and looking around, Trish's expression suddenly turned solemn. Her voice was filled with grief. She pointed to a single cabinet in the center of Exhibition Hall No. 1 and said,
"The Savior shed his blood for mankind. This is the ancient cup that once held the Holy Blood."
Lou Cheng followed her gaze and saw a few "security personnel" with restrained auras and shocking vitality standing at the four corners of the cabinet. They didn't move an inch. A domineering, dazzling, and superior aura came from nearby and enveloped the area.
In the glass "display window," there was a silver cup sitting quietly. Its pattern was simple and unadorned, and there were no traces of oxidation on its entire body. The inside of the cup was stained with a faint layer of blood. Even after two thousand years, it still had traces of moisture. It was fresh and slow, as if it was nurturing something.
"The Savior's blood …" Lou Cheng leaned closer and observed intently. He felt that the atmosphere around him had somehow turned sad and gloomy. The color of blood rippled continuously, as though it was filling the cup, but there was nothing in it.
This thing is still somewhat miraculous … Amidst his thoughts, Lou Cheng's heart suddenly stirred. He "smelled" an oppressive and dangerous scent!
Ever since he shattered his Jindan and "fused" a part of it, although he didn't have his greatest reliance, the supernatural abilities he mutated had received the strongest enhancement under his current limits. This included ice and fire, as well as his intuition to foresee danger!
This was still a distance away from the legendary realm of "Cicada Senses Before the Autumn Wind Blows", but compared to the past, it was no longer a "small matter"!
At this moment, Lou Cheng felt like he was in an environment before a storm. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could acutely sense various "signs".
A gentleman doesn't stand under a collapsing wall! Leave, leave immediately! He made a prompt decision, turned around and left, leaving the dumbfounded blonde Trish behind.
"Sir, sir, wait a minute, wait a minute. Did I make a mistake in my explanation?" Trish chased after him and asked in puzzlement.
"I just remembered that I have something urgent to do," Lou Cheng replied perfunctorily. After pausing for a moment, he continued, "I have a few friends coming over soon. Can you help explain? Can I trouble you to wait in the lounge and not do anything else for the time being? "
Trish nodded happily. "Sure, no problem!"
Lou Cheng didn't linger. With his hands by his side, he strode back to the door, brushing past the blonde, blue-eyed youth who had come to take over his shift.
Oblak glanced at him and entered the exhibition hall without much thought. His mind was filled with the finals that night.
After a few steps, he suddenly paused and whipped his head around to look at the Chinese man he had just met.
Lou Cheng?
Lou Cheng!
The Chinese Heavenly Son of China who made him taste the most bitter defeat of his life?
Wasn't he heavily injured and half-retired from the professional scene? Why is he here?
The one I met at the Chapel yesterday and found familiar is him too!
In the midst of his thoughts, Oblak forgot his duty and instinctively turned around to chase after the figure that was about to disappear from his sight. His footsteps were accompanied by the faint sound of metal clashing against metal.
After returning to Brutale from Gao Fen, he had been paying attention to Chinese martial arts news. He finally found out who had defeated him and that he was a Heavenly Son of China who had received a lot of attention. That was why he walked out of his self-denial and had a goal. After a few years of hard work, he felt that he had the strength to challenge Lou Cheng again. Who knew that Lou Cheng would meet with an accident and fall from grace?
Now that he had met him in Connecticut, he couldn't miss this opportunity!
Thump, thump, thump! Oblak weaved through the men and women on the streets with heavy footsteps, quickly closing in on the figure he had been thinking about all this time.
However, Lou Cheng's footsteps were just as fast. He couldn't close the distance.
Anxious, Oblak's arms, legs, chest, abdomen, and other parts of his body lit up with dazzling stars. They connected together and seemed to be forming a tree-like object.
With a burst of dazzling light, he became the true Son of Sun. A terrifying aura enveloped Lou Cheng from a distance. It was both a greeting and a hindrance.
But at that moment, he felt the area around the aura become empty. It was like the darkness of the universe that could never be filled. In just an instant, the surging Holy Light disappeared without a trace.
"This …" Oblak paused in surprise, his eyes filled with astonishment.
In that short pause, Lou Cheng had turned into another street and disappeared from his sight.
Oblak was about to give chase when he suddenly heard a loud explosion. He felt the ground beneath his feet tremble powerlessly.
He turned back and saw the glass windows of the Church Museum and the Cathedral of Holy Light shatter. Milky white light and crimson flames burst through the dome. Screams and cries rang out one after another.
Something's wrong! Oblak threw the matter of Lou Cheng to the back of his mind and sprinted back to the museum. As soon as he entered, he saw half of the glass windows shattered. The floor was littered with injured, moaning lecturers and visitors. It was a mess.
As he approached the raging flames, he found his good friends, Johnny and Charles. One of them was lying there with wounds all over his body. He was unconscious and his life was quickly draining away. One of them had his arm blown off. He groaned in pain as he tried to stand up, but he was powerless.
Oblak's pupils shrank. He didn't have time to help his companions and ran straight for the Holy Grail. The closer he got, the more tragic the scene became. When he reached the warped independent display case, he saw his teacher, Mason Walker, the leader of the Bruttar Holy Grail Knights.
This middle-aged man with eyes as blue as the ocean was leaning against the display case. His chest was sunken and mostly charred. He was spitting out crimson blood. The silver cup that once held the Savior's blood was nowhere to be seen.
"Three, three of the Crown Level." Mason Walker took a deep breath and let his words flow smoothly. "Quick, go to the confession room and find the Archbishop. Tell him to inform the Connecticut government to send out all the Crown Level Mighty Ones and seal off the roads out of the city. With the help of satellite detection and positioning, we need to find the Holy Grail as soon as possible!"
"Okay!" Oblak nodded vigorously. Without asking any more questions, he turned and ran in the direction of the Holy Top Church.
He now understood why the robbery of the Holy Grail happened at this time. Usually, the two Crown Level Mighty Ones from the Bruttar delegation would take turns guarding the Holy Grail. Together with the Archbishop Kontsev in the church next door, they could hold off the attackers until help arrived. But every day at this time was the Archbishop's fixed confession time. He would cut off his senses and listen wholeheartedly to the teachings of God!
When he passed by the museum's lounge, he saw a blonde girl sitting there in a daze from the corner of his eye. She seemed to be in great shock.
…
Lou Cheng didn't care what happened. He ran straight back to the campus of Connecticut University and to Yan Zheke's classroom.
Seeing that everything was fine, he heaved a sigh of relief. He took out his phone and browsed the news. Breaking news came in one after another.
"Museum attacked, Holy Grail stolen!"
"Three Terror Level Super Criminals!"
…
So that's what happened … Lou Cheng finished browsing and refreshed the page again. He saw the latest breaking news.
"The Deliveryman suspected to be among the attackers!"
"… F * ck!" Lou Cheng was stunned at first and then blurted out.
PS: The religions involved in this article are fictional and have nothing to do with reality. I just saw a student talking about the Kabbalah Tree and the Hidden God in the book review section. In the end, I was swallowed by Qidian while I was taking an afternoon nap. Scary, scary. Let's not talk about such issues.
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