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The conversation in that scene just now was actually very simple to Xia Chen, but there was a lot of information.

Saint-Plane III looked at himself in despair and asked.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you here?"

Xia Chen's rhetorical question was also very simple.

"You guys did the things in Huaxia, right? What's the purpose?"

Faced with this rhetorical question.

Some answers flashed through Saint-Plane's mind, but they were all quibbles.

The more calm he saw the young man's face, the less he could tell the lies that could be fabricated at any time.

He could only answer helplessly and palely.

"I...don't know. Actually....a lot of things I don't know."

He really doesn't know, there are some secrets he really can't tell.

And there are some secrets that even he doesn't know.

It might sound weird, even absurd.

As the highest authority of the Western Holy Church, as a symbol of the supremacy of theocracy, it has almost reached the point where the belief of believers is his incarnation.

How could he still have something he didn't know?

But Xia Chen seemed to understand something, he nodded.

"I see."

So he twisted off the opponent's head neatly. Even though he knew that he really didn't know anything, it was not a good result to keep this person.

He is ignorant, stupid, bad, and ambitious, so there is no need for him to exist.

dropped his body.

Xia Chen didn't care how the other people fled, nor did he care whether the holy bishops were alive or dead.

Not to mention how thousands of believers outside will record today's events and then spread the word outside.

Regardless, he stepped into the temple.

The Sanctuary of Fanaxi is ancient and long-standing. Although it has been repaired hundreds of times over hundreds of years, it still retains its original brilliance.

The murals in the temple are still vivid, recording the history of the Western Holy Church.

How did the founders of the first generation stand up among the many sects and establish the West Saint Church in a long history.

And the great Pope who pushed himself to the Pope's throne in the context of the Papacy.

He is also the first pope of the Western Holy Church and the eternal spiritual symbol of Vannacie, St. Canato, what a great achievement.

Slightly different from what people imagined, Saint Canardo is not just a man who is good at preaching teachings and eloquently speaking.

He is also a commander who is more than two meters tall and can fight well.

At the very beginning, San Canadore brought Vannessy's heyday. He did not use any probation method to obtain the magnificent territory of Vannessy's early stage, but violent plundering at all.

Of course, much of this history has been glossed over.

It also made Vanassi, who was weak in the mid-term, a tragic character for a while.

But these are not important anymore, Xia Chen ignores these magnificent or solemn scenes, and also skips those utensils that seem to be readily available, and if you take out any one, you can get a sky-high price in the world

treasure.

He didn't even bother to take a look at the priceless scepter in the hands of Saint-Plan III.

His purpose is very simple, from the front hall, around to the backyard, and then into the place surrounded by unique flowers.

This is an open courtyard.

White jade-like pillars stand horizontally around.

And a high platform was built in the middle.

Crystal high platform, transparent and bright.

A white waterscape coffin was surrounded.

Xia Chen walked over.

He had no bad intentions and lifted the coffin board.

Just standing in front of the water view coffin, exposed to the sunlight just above the head.

If there is an imager with a bird's-eye view, it may be able to capture this quite religious scene.

For hundreds of years, few people were qualified to step into this area, and even St. Pran III did not come to the crystal coffin several times.

The former is because of lack of qualifications, while the latter... Xia Chen thinks it's probably because of fear.

"He died outside, and no one can help you cover it up. If you don't come out to take charge of the overall situation, your careful layout will soon be destroyed."

Xia Chen said so.

The sound did not reverberate in this not-enclosed space, and quickly spread out, as if it had never appeared.

but……

There was movement in the crystal coffin.

"boom……"

- With a dull sound, the lid of the crystal coffin fell to the ground, shattering into pieces of glass all over the floor.

Then Xia Chen looked into the crystal coffin without any surprise or surprise, and a figure sat up.

He was wearing gorgeous costumes, but his face was that of San Canato recorded in the glorious mural in the front yard!

Xia Chen calmly watched the other party sit up and face herself.

Xia Chen said slowly.

"Not many people know that the first pope of the Western Holy Church and the greatest pope in the history of the Western Holy Church, San Canato, has never displayed his remains. The outside world has packaged it as a taboo of the church, a great man

The creature should not be desecrated, but the practical reason is that he never died. "

San Canato sat in the coffin.

Then he turned his head strangely, almost from the front to the back, and then turned back in the same direction. He saw Xia Chen.

-Zhang doesn't look very old, and even has a somewhat young face, showing a slightly dazed expression.

"Oh it's you."

He has no hair, no beard, not even eyebrows or eyelashes.

But the skin is smooth, like a crystal coffin.

It's just that Xia Chen saw it, without any sense of reality, it didn't look like a person, but like a fabricated sculpture.

Xia Chen looked at San Kanado, who had never actually died for hundreds of years.

"You seem to have seen me?"

San Canardo replied.

"It was you who came to see me, but...it was supposed to be when I was getting old, and you glanced at me in the crowd. If I remember correctly...it was my last public parade,

I lifted the curtain and saw you.At that time... you were like this. "

Xia Chen remembered that he had indeed had such an experience. It seemed that the only purpose of coming to Fanaxi at that time was to hear that it was the last parade of San Canardo, so he went to see it.

At a glance.

Well, it's been a long time. Although it's not as exaggerated as a hundred years, it's almost the same.

After all, in Vanassi's most exaggerated year, 23 popes were changed.

Some are virtuous and unworthy of being kicked out, some are forced to step down after scandals are exposed, some die of illness, some are murdered, some die accidentally, and some even die without knowing why.

Come to think of it, it's not just as simple as external factors.

It probably has an inseparable relationship with the first pope in front of him.

Xia Chen nodded.

"So...how did you survive until now? Don't tell me about supernatural powers. At that time, you probably didn't have such a possibility."

San Canardo hesitated, as if he was considering whether to speak or not.

But when he saw the calm expression of the Huaxia man in front of him, his eyes never left him, and there was a trace of wandering.

He sighed and said.

"It's related to a person, he...seems to be a Chinese... Well, to be more accurate, in your terms, it's... a Taoist priest."

78 A world without supernatural beings──

Taoist priest………

Sophisticated...

elder……

Many images flashed through Xia Chen's mind.

Some pictures appeared, some scenes appeared, and some voices of dialogue appeared.

Vague, it seems unreal, because they are too fragmented, and they cannot be connected together to form a picture that reflects information.

But it didn't appear out of thin air, as if it was connected with some long-term memory and became one, as if it should be what I had experienced.

Xia Chen did remember something.

I also thought of what Tong Si had said to herself. She had suffered from a serious illness. The illness was unknown and unknown, but almost all the hospital professors gave up treating her. She almost died in the hospital.

During that serious illness.

There was a Taoist priest who saved her in a simple way.

After that, including Tong Si's family, no one saw this Taoist priest again...

Speaking of illness, there is another girl beside me who also suffered from such illness. This girl is called An Jingyue.

But it seems that now is not the time to think deeply about this issue.

The problem is to return to this old way.

In the pictures just now, different forms of pictures appeared in different periods, and the scenes reflected in them were also of different times, but it seems that from the perspective of oneself, there have also been

Old people one by one.

The old man at first.

The old way behind.

Then the old man who is like an expert in the world...

Xia Chen frowned and looked at San Canado in front of him.

"An old man?"

San Kanado nodded.

He wasn't surprised why Xia Chen asked that, but felt that Xia Chen should know the information.

"He does look very old... But I can feel that his vitality is very strong. And his spirit is also very strong. Just like you."

like me?