only god

Chapter 346 Returning to the original cradle
Mira stared in amazement at the priest who was praying loudly in front of him. Almost all of the prayers used by the latter were adapted from the True Church, but Mira had hardly heard of the original things he mentioned.

The priest prayed fervently, and the believers around the altar knelt down and worshiped. They were extremely excited, and they recited similar prayers in unison, praising the Prophet Shine and praising the ancient origin.

Mira noticed from those prayers that in the eyes of these believers, the god is a god who combines light and darkness. They seem to think that the god in the kingdom of heaven is the same god as the original god in their mouths, and the true religion They only worship the God in the kingdom of heaven, thus ignoring the other side of God. Because of this, what the true religion grasps is not the truth, but what the original church grasps is the truth.

Just as Mira was thinking, she saw the priest approaching the altar step by step, staring at herself with a fanatical and distorted gaze.

The child didn't feel any discomfort with the gaze, she just looked back innocently.

Mila is not afraid. To be precise, there is nothing in this world worthy of her fear except God.

A look of astonishment flashed in the priest's eyes, it was the first time he saw such an ignorant sacrifice.

Soon, he lowered his voice and said:
"My child, your soul has come from far away, and will be sacrificed by our hands to the great Lord of Heaven, not by death.

Your soul will return to its original cradle instead of the pain of hell, which is a better place than heaven.

All these sacrifices are for the purpose of bringing all peoples back to their original cradles and witnessing the other side of God. "

The believers around cheered in unison, and then hit their heads heavily on the ground,

"Witness another side of God!"

Mira politely told the cultist in front of her:

"It's strange, sir, how come I don't know that there is another side to God?"

Sadness appeared on the latter's face, and then turned into a distorted and painful smile, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Church, the terrible church has deceived another soul, she has been deceived, and she has not known the other side of God. Oh! The church is a whore! Lord, punish that whore! Let her bleed and die !"

The priest was crying and laughing, his voice seemed to be making the most intense accusation in his life,

Then, he looked at Mira with pity, and said softly:
"Don't be afraid, child, we will end your suffering, I will hold your hand and take you to the warm original place."

"How are you going to take me there?"

Mira asked again, she found that she was in a spirit state right now.

"I will explore your subconscious, which is a place deeper than the soul, located in the depths of the soul."

The priest replied, and the voices of the believers below became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that they couldn't wait any longer.

Of course Mira knew what the subconscious was. The subconscious and the conscious made up the soul. The conscious represented the thoughts she knew, while the subconscious represented the deep thoughts she didn’t know.

After listening to the priest's words, Mira scratched her head, and she asked with some concern:
"Are you sure you want to probe my subconscious?"

The priest showed a distorted smile, he nodded heavily, and murmured:

"Yes, only by exploring a person's subconscious and drawing a person's subconscious can we break through the shackles of mountains and ancient trees and lead this soul to the original cradle.

My child, the subconscious is free will!God is merciful to us and gives us free will, and what we have to do is to use our free will, tamper with our free will, cross the kingdom of heaven, go to the original cradle, and witness the other side of God! "

After saying this, the priest stopped talking. He took out a ceremonial dagger and recited some obscure old sayings. Then, under the eyes of everyone, he slashed the dagger from his own chest.

No blood gushed out of it, instead, it was a mass of gray souls.

Half of the soul was exposed, and the other half was still inside the body of the priest. This state of half soul and half body was obviously to prevent being dragged to the afterlife by the ancient wood.

Mira has lived in heaven for a long time, but this is the first time she has seen such a gray soul. Most of the souls she sees in heaven are pure white or light blue.

A thick black mist rose from the altar with the fervent prayers of the believers, covering the priest and Mira. Then, the priest raised his hand to gently touch Mira's forehead.

"Sir, I have a bad feeling."

Mira persuaded in a low voice.

The priest would not stop, he said slowly:
"Son, it's okay, you won't be in any danger."

With that said, he wanted to probe Mira's subconscious.

"No, sir,"

Mira shook her head.

"I'm afraid you're in danger."

The priest didn't care, he insisted on touching Mira's subconscious.

Just when he touched Mira's eyebrows.

In the girl's subconscious, a vast brilliance emerged.

The radiance came from the kingdom of heaven, and the priest didn't touch anything, and there was only a blazing white in his eyes.

The priest slowly widened his eyes, his pupils were filled with extreme fear, and then he fell back suddenly, put his head in his hands, and began to let out a hoarse roar, and the surrounding black mist surged, like the originally calm lake being swept away. Throw in a huge stone, and there will be layers of ripples.

The cult priest was rolling all over the ground, his soul was crazily emitting white gas, as if he had been corroded by something, his soul was melting, his body twisted and collapsed, and soon he was corroded into a ball of blood like metal meeting sulfuric acid , After a while, it turned into a gaseous state and disappeared.

The priest disappeared, but the black mist covering him was still there. The latter wriggled crazily and continued to grow larger, as if expressing the most primitive fear.

Mira looked curiously at the black mist of fear, and she stretched out her hand, trying to communicate with it.

Beyond the black mist, the believers of the cult saw the growing black mist, and immediately exploded the pot. They boiled, knelt down and kowtowed on the ground, and enthusiastically cheered one after another.

"Another soul has been sent to the original cradle!"

"The black mist is still surging, how powerful and sweet this soul is!"

"Great God, beg your primordial side to come! Oh! Let the whore called the church bleed!"

The congregation yelled wildly, and miscellaneous prayers echoed throughout the catacombs.

But slowly, they stopped.

The black mist in front of him was still surging, sometimes shrinking and sometimes expanding, as if obeying the orders of a high-ranking person, the black mist was surging and trembling, and all kinds of performances were like the obedience of a falcon in struggle when it was tamed.

They have never seen the black mist surging for such a long time. Under normal circumstances, the black mist should dissipate in half an hour.

"what's going on?"

A believer murmured doubtfully.

As one person made a sound, the others looked at each other, exchanging puzzled looks in front of the altar.

Then, all eyes focused on a very prestigious old believer.

The latter looked at the continuously surging black mist, and then at the believers. In his heart, a passionate answer emerged.

"is God!"

The old believer said excitedly:
"God is revealing to us, God has appeared with black mist!
This constantly surging black mist... means, means that He is pleased with us, but we are ignorant and cannot understand His words! "

(End of this chapter)