Occasionally, you can see pedestrians walking around in a quiet scene.

It's already evening now, and looking at the surroundings, it's already very late.

"Is it just a dream?"

Standing there, the middle-aged priest muttered to himself, and his mind was still filled with the scene just now.

Just now, those scenes were still left in his mind, and they were extremely real and almost unforgettable.

If the things I just experienced are just dreams, then it would be too outrageous.

The middle-aged priest could clearly feel the difference between the scenes just now and the dreams.

There is also the young man under the golden holy tree in his dream, whose appearance is still revealed in his mind.

If you can dream of these things in your dreams, it would be too strange.

Or...

“Great Virgin…”

He stood there alone, his face showing a pious look: "Is this really your will?"

If it weren't for the will of the Great Virgin, how could he have dreamed of those just now?

only......

What did the great Virgin Mary want to tell him about these dreams?

This thought flashed through his mind, and he didn't know what to say at this time.

Standing there, he thought for a long time, then suddenly turned around and walked to the side.

He moved quickly, and soon left the room where he was and headed to the side.

And his destination was nothing else, it was the church where he lived every day.

For the priest, the place where the church is belonging, both a work and a place for him to fight for his whole life.

Therefore, the place where he lived was very close to the church and he arrived there soon.

But to his surprise, when he walked into the church, the door inside was not closed.

"Is there anyone else who hasn't left?"

He was a little surprised and walked into it like this at this moment and came to the hall where he usually gave speeches.

The church hall is very large and the decorations are very gorgeous. It gives people a solemn atmosphere at first glance.

Of course, the most important thing among them is the statue of the god.

The statue of the god is very large and occupies a large area in this place. Its image is the image of the Holy Mother in the legend.

In the past, middle-aged priests stood under the statue of God and gave speeches to the believers around them.

But this time, his feelings were different.

Usually, he always stands before the statue of God, speaks on behalf of the Church of the Virgin and gives speeches to the believers around him.

And by this time, there were no speakers ahead.

He walked down the steps, just like a pilgrimage believer, and walked into it so simply.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but this time, he seemed to feel something, and he felt an unusual feeling.

He had already seen the scenery inside the church in front of him many times.

It was this place that he grew up and was already familiar with everything around him and would not be unfamiliar with it.

But today, this time he felt an extraordinary sense of strangeness.

There is something different everywhere.

A golden light appeared before his eyes.

"This is......"

Feeling the golden light, the middle-aged priest subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and then was stunned.

Because at this moment, he saw many unusual things.

As he looked at him, golden lights were showing above the statue in front of him.

The divine power emerged, the golden light appeared, and it emerged.

The mysterious texture is shrouded in all directions, covering the entire church, looking extremely sacred and brilliant.

This power is sacred and brilliant, making people feel particularly pure, a feeling of peace of mind, and is particularly extraordinary.

However, for the middle-aged priest, the power that appeared in front of him happened to be exactly the same as the power he felt in his dream.

The brilliance and warmth were exactly the same as what he felt in his dreams.

"This is not a dream..."

His eyes were filled with tears, his face was full of excitement, and he didn't know what to say to express his excitement.

"My merciful Virgin...you have finally awakened and spread the light to your believers..."

He was full of excitement and murmured subconsciously.

At this moment, his mood was full of fanaticism.

This state lasted for a long time.

Then, a sudden sound came from outside.

A burst of crisp sounds came, and it sounded like a sound of footsteps.

Listening to the sound, the priest suddenly woke up, stopped his movements, and then looked back.

Behind, a shadow appeared, and then a figure slowly walked towards him.

It was a young man.

The young man looked not very old, but he was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was still wearing a black priest robe, which looked very outstanding.

Looking at the boy's appearance, the middle-aged priest breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so late, haven't you left yet?"

Standing there, he looked at the boy walking behind him and spoke.

"My sister Fang and I discussed it."

Below, listening to the middle-aged priest's words, the boy smiled and then said, "The church needs someone to be on duty every day, and guard this place."

"Then I happened to be fine in the last few days, so I came here to stay."

"Is that true..."

The priest nodded and then suddenly realized.

"Father, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Walking silently to the priest, the young man looked at the priest in front of him, his face looked a little strange, and he asked.

"I......."

The middle-aged priest opened his mouth and was about to explain, but stopped, and then said, "Something is so come and take a look."

The boy looked at the priest, and did not continue to ask, but nodded.

Then, he walked to the side silently and began to fiddle with the candles everywhere, and some other things.

These are his daily work.

"Do you think...the Virgin really exist?"

Standing there, looking at the boy's movements, after a while, the middle-aged priest hesitated for a while before suddenly speaking.

After the words came to an end, the boy's body paused.

"I think the Virgin will always exist."

He turned around, looked at the priest behind him, and spoke seriously: "And, it exists next to us."

"real?"

Listening to the boy's answer, the middle-aged priest was a little surprised: "Why, do you think so?"

“Because I believe.”

The boy smiled, then whispered: "Some things, before they are truly seen with their eyes and observed, will always be at the boundary between existence and non-existence."

"The boundary between man and God is clear. Perhaps with the power of mortals, we will never observe the traces of the existence of the Virgin, but He does exist and is affecting us."

"Human faith is a kind of sustenance and a kind of power."

"Perhaps, for most people in this world, the so-called Virgin Mary is just a fictional story..."

"but......."

Standing there, the boy paused, then spoke again, with a smile on his face: "For me, as long as I am still alive, those who believe in the Virgin Mary as me are still alive, the Virgin Mary exists."
To be continued...