Endless Debt.

Chapter 815 Kindness
Under the thick night, the priest's church is not easy to find. It is hidden in a bunch of low buildings, and there is a faint light in the gap, like a distant firefly rising in the field. When we arrived at the townspeople, without their guidance, it would be difficult for Bologo to find this place for a while.

Different from the priest's lofty status in Greystone Town, his church is small and even a bit dilapidated. The bricks and stones of the building are full of gaps and indentations. The earthquake failed to shake this small church. In the days that followed, The chapel has also not been restored.

It was odd, since along the way, the houses Burlogo had seen had been restored to varying degrees, and some had been rebuilt altogether.

In contrast, the priest's residence seemed to be forgotten, which puzzled Burlogo.

"People in Oldtown say he lived a life of asceticism, which seemed to be heavier than I thought it would be," Burlogo said.

"Is there really someone who can cut off all desire?" Amy asked.

"I don't know," continued Burlogo, "but ask, is man still human if he loses all his desires?"

Burrog's question silenced Amy. As a scholar, it is Amy's instinct to seek the unknown.

"I've read studies on similar issues."

"Why do you read that kind of stuff?" Burrog asked curiously.

"I just suddenly became curious... After all, if human beings are castrated on the spiritual level and completely eliminate the birth of desire, can the existence of devils be greatly restricted?"

"Spiritual castration? It sounds like it can indeed contain the devils, but I'm afraid human civilization will become lifeless."

Leaving aside whether spiritual castration can be performed, just thinking about such a human society makes Bologo feel utterly boring.

Amy expressed his thoughts, "Desire is a double-edged sword. Under good control, it will become the driving force that urges us to move forward, but once left unattended, it will turn into wildfire and burn us to the bones."

"If that priest is really, as the townspeople say, an extremely pious and disciplined saint, then he must be able to put an end to all the temptations of the devils."

"Likewise," said Burlogo, "if he fails to keep his virtue..."

"What will happen?" Amy asked.

“He could give himself up and slide from one extreme to the other and become a monster with an insatiable desire,” Burlogo said. "

Amy knew about this experience of Bologo. During that time, Bologo became a nightmare in the shadow of the city, wantonly slaughtering demons and criminals every day.He was never merciful.

"But you're back to normal. I mean, it's a bit extreme, but you're in control instead of being a disorderly monster," Amy said.

"But this process is not easy, Amy," said Burlogo. "When your firm beliefs and dogmas are shattered, your first thought may not be to degenerate, but to drag everyone into your In anger, take them and your broken beliefs and dogmas, and walk into the sea of ​​fire together."

Burrog's attitude became a little arrogant, "I can rebuild my belief, but I don't know if others can achieve the same miracle as me."

After the discussion was over, the door of the church was pushed open. After the sound of babbling, Bologo walked into the quiet church.

The interior of the church is very spacious, with wooden benches on both sides, a strip of white candlelight swaying on the tall candlesticks, emitting a faint flame, the dim light illuminates the entire space, reflected on the vaulted ceiling, even Small and dilapidated, but still exudes a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Burrog couldn't find the priest, but he could smell an undeserved scent of blood in the air.

Standing in place, the ether perception expanded in all directions like flowing water, they rampaged along the corridor, and penetrated into the gaps between the bricks and stones.

Bologo didn't notice any etheric reaction. Under this blind-sighted perception, a faint sound broke the silence. Faint footsteps came from afar, and the footsteps were a little disordered, as if the other party was injured. The pace is a little staggering.

Grasping the suitcase tightly, the Snake Scale Liquid swam freely, and Bologo looked vigilantly into the shadows between the gaps, and a figure slowly emerged.

"Sorry, Father, to bother you at such a late hour."

Burrog's voice was steady, and he walked forward while speaking, the smell of blood on the tip of his nose became stronger, and the ticking sound of liquid could still be heard.

"Are you injured?"

At a distance of a few meters from the priest, Bologo stopped. This is a safe distance, whether it is offense or defense.

"I... I'm kind of hurt, but it's okay."

In the darkness, the figure of the priest gradually became clear. It was not a good time for Bologo to disturb him. The priest was bare-chested, his chest was dripping with sweat, and his back was a bloody mess.

"You..." This sight took Burlogo by surprise.

"Sorry for letting you see this scene."

The priest pushed the brown glasses on the bridge of his nose, and then waved the blood-stained short leather whip in his hand.

Unlike the homicide that Burlogo guessed, the priest was just self-flagellation, and in this small chapel, Burlogo was only separated from the priest by a wall, which disturbed his asceticism.

"If there is anything, please wait for me for a while."

As the priest spoke, he disappeared into the darkness again. Bologo heard the sound of water. He should be wiping his wounds, as well as the sound of clothes rubbing against his body.

"Is this asceticism?" Amyu sighed, "It's so cruel to myself."

Burrog didn't say a word, and after waiting for a few minutes, the priest came out again, but this time he put on the iconic costume, with a slightly pale smile on his face, the pain in his back made him The movement is a little slow.

"Do you always whip yourself like this?" Burlogo asked first, his voice strong and aggressive.

"I do it whenever the desire is up."

The priest was not offended by Burlogo's rudeness.

"What desire?" Bologo remained strong, "Could it be that you, who are so ascetic, will still be affected by the desires of the world?"

"It was okay before, I can control myself well, but recently..."

The priest smiled helplessly, and then talked about something else, "The best way to control desires is to completely eliminate some influencing factors, so many monasteries are built in remote and desperate places, the more you get involved in the world, the easier it is affected.

Huishi Town was a small place before, and there were not many outsiders at all. Everyone was attracted by the city of oath, Opus, and the place became clean. But recently, there have been more foreigners here, and they brought many colorful I will inevitably be affected. "

The priest did not hide anything, and directly confessed his heart, "This pain is beautiful, but I am very pleased."

Burlogo continued to maintain a strong attitude, "Why? Feeling happy because of pain? This is too anti-human."

"Bologo, what's the matter with you?"

Amy interjected in Burrog's mind. From the very beginning, Burrog's tone was extremely tough, as if he was interrogating the priest. As long as his answer was slightly wrong, Burrog would draw his sword and cut him down. .

Although this is very much in line with Bologo's style, Amyu thinks that Bologo should be more rational, but for some reason, Bologo is unexpectedly impulsive now.

"Asceticism itself is anti-human, and it is precisely because of anti-humanity that we can be freed from our desires."

The priest remained restrained and calm, "As for why you feel happy, it's very simple. After the disaster, Greystone Town is ushering in a new round of development, and the townspeople will live a better life. Although this will generate many desires, come to affect me, but compared to the happiness of the townspeople, my suffering is nothing."

"I am moved by your piety." After Amyu's reminder, Burlogo became polite.

"I remember you, the stranger who was preaching, what do you want to do with me?" The priest only asked about Bologo's purpose at this time.

"I'm a prospector from Oath City Opals. I think someone has told you that I'm here."

Bologo did not show his identity certificate this time, but raised the suitcase in his hand. It was made of blocking metal, and it contained the resentful bite and the sawaxe. But under Bologo's performance, It's plain like a real toolbox, full of work tools.

"I want to ask, why did you block the iron fence?" Burrog asked.

"Are you referring to the gray stone rift valley leading to the Great Rift?" the priest said, "That's right. After the rift valley appeared, many young people always wanted to explore along this road with curiosity. The bottom of the Great Rift, it was too dangerous, so I asked people to surround it."

In the priest's words, every sentence is for the townspeople, he is a little too perfect, so perfect that people feel false.

"But I heard from the guard that the townspeople are having nightmares, dreaming about the evil forces coming from the Great Rift."

Burrogo's pupils tightened, carefully trying to figure out any changes in the priest's expression.

"What do you think about that?"

"Evil force?"

The priest's expression was slightly surprised, but he quickly calmed down, with that kind smile still on his face.

"I know this, this rumor caused a lot of panic in Old Town..."

"But after your sermon, the power of faith triumphed over fear?" Burlogo interrupted the priest.

The perfection of the priest and his own instincts made Burrog always feel that something was wrong with the priest, and his previous work experience told Burrog that in such a closed town, it is easiest to breed ignorant and evil beliefs.

"No," the priest shook his head and laughed twice, "How can faith be so useful?"

Burlogo froze, the priest's answer was unexpected.

"I invited a doctor and made a series of diagnoses. The doctor said that it may be that the disaster has left a deep shadow in people's hearts, so that there is a collective level of psychological shadow panic."

Bologo paused, "I thought you would say that it was faith that saved the townspeople."

"If faith could be so useful, there wouldn't be so much suffering in this world." The priest said meaningfully.

"You are different from many priests I have met."

"What's different."

"You are much more enlightened than I imagined. Logically speaking, a pious person like you will often become very extreme... so extreme that you are a little stupid. You would rather believe that holy water can cure diseases than inject medicine," Boluo said. Ge exclaimed, "You are sensible, pious and perfect."

"Don't praise me too much, stranger, I just did what I should do, as for your evaluation..."

The priest thought for a while, "I am different from the priests in the traditional sense. To be precise, I do believe in the gods, but I will not let the belief in the gods restrict me too much."

Burlogo became interested, "Can you talk to me?"

At this time, Bologo was more curious about the existence of the priest than he was aware of the evil madness. In today's world, there are not many people as complicated as him. will be bound by faith.

Burlogo wondered what the priest was thinking.

"It's very simple, assuming that there is such a person in front of you, he will do evil next, murder and robbery are fine, in short, he is on the road to degeneration.

But now, you know what he's going to do next, what do you do? "

Burrogo said, "Kill him, and put an end to the possibility of evil."

"But your act of killing people is a crime in itself. To prevent one crime and cause another crime, do you think it's okay?"

"Then I don't have to kill him, just knock him unconscious."

"You just postpone the problem. After he wakes up, he will still go down."

"I'm not a clergyman," Burlogo said.

"But I am. I am bound by faith. These actions may be easy for you, but I am different... I swore it." The priest said.

"Then what do you say to do?" asked Burlogo.

"Influence him, let him receive the grace of God, and do good."

"Do you think it's so easy to change a person?" Burrog shook his head. "It's too unrealistic, and it sounds...very pedantic and rigid, which will only backfire."

Burrog's words aroused the memory of the priest, and he couldn't help agreeing with Burrog's words and nodded slightly.

"So, if I were faced with this choice, I would agree with you."

"what?"

Bologo suspected that he had heard it wrong. Such a pious and kind priest would actually agree with his thoughts.

"Kill him, nip the crime in its cradle before it happens."

Said the priest's voice forcefully, "Never soft and never merciful."

Burrog said, "But like you said, you killed people, you took the guilt, you became a monster like him."

"What's wrong with that?"

The priest shook his head puzzled, "I can save countless and potentially innocent people by sacrificing myself. Isn't that the greatest kindness?"

Burrog's pupils froze for a moment, showing an expression of disbelief, and then he laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Burlogo began to like the priest.

(End of this chapter)