Expedition to Europe

While Qin Zhiyuan and the others were treating the wounded soldiers, in the cemetery area next to the wounded soldiers camp, Indian laborers were digging a cemetery to prepare for the burial of soldiers who died of serious injuries.

Due to the limited conditions, there was no coffin for the fallen soldiers, so they were hastily wrapped in a few layers of shrouds, just like mummies, and then prepared for burial.

Too many people died, and the cemetery supply was insufficient. Only three or five corpses could be stuffed into each grave to be reburied after the war.

Next to the cemetery, priests were praying one by one. They touched the heads of the mummies and murmured: "Please give me the courage to accept what I cannot change; give me the strength to change what I can; and Grant me the wisdom to differentiate between the two. Every day is different and every moment is worth living back. Taste. Treat suffering as the only way to peace. Restore the world as it is, and don't impose your own thoughts on it. I believe you will take care of everything if I follow it. Your will. Then I will live a happy life without hesitation and walk with you in the next life.”

Just when a priest was praying, a voice praising the Lord suddenly came from the wounded barracks. The voice became louder and louder, gathered into a sound wave, stretched out, and lasted for a long time.

"My God..." a priest suddenly exclaimed.

While he was praying, the mummified body beside him suddenly moved. The priest was stunned by the "miracle" in front of him. He couldn't believe his eyes. He dared to swear on his 40 years of life that although he had read the Bible for 30 years, he had never seen a "miracle". . It wasn't until the corpse moved again that the priest dared to believe that "God appeared", and he suddenly shouted excitedly.

"My God..."

"Praise the Lord..."

"God bless!"

"Quick, go call the Bishop."

The gathered priests rushed to praise their God. Some squatted down and began to remove the bandages. Others reported this "supernatural event" to the bishop of the area as quickly as possible.

The bishop hurried over quickly, and after learning the facts, he took a group of priests to the wounded camp to seek confirmation.

"Uh... I read it. I think it can soothe the brothers' anxiety and comfort their injured hearts." After hearing the priests' questions, Qin Zhiyuan took the initiative to take responsibility.

Of course, Qin Zhiyuan did not forget to play a little trick. A simple "brother" pulled him and the wounded soldiers into the same camp. In this case, as long as the priests dared to be disrespectful to Qin Zhiyuan, the wounded soldiers would not would agree.

"What's your name?" The bishop looked at Qin Zhiyuan's black hair, yellow skin and dark eyes, and added: "Where are you from?"

"My name is Zhiyuan Qin, and I come from China in the East." Qin Zhiyuan is neither arrogant nor humble, with clear enunciation and standard pronunciation.

"Praise the Lord, you are really God's favorite, do you know? What you just did caused a miracle, a real miracle!" The bishop held Qin Zhiyuan's hand and praised him excitedly.

"Uh... I don't quite understand, sir." Qin Zhiyuan didn't know what happened at the cemetery and was a little overwhelmed by the bishop's enthusiasm.

"Did you know? Because of the miraculous power you and your brothers just prayed, a brother who was thought to have gone to heaven was inspired by you and returned to you. This is true. A miracle, a miracle, is the manifestation of the Son, the Father, and the Holy Spirit.” The excited bishop stated the facts in the shortest possible language, and of course included a lot of personal praise for God.

"Oh my God!"

"God bless!"

"Is it true?"

The wounded soldiers were all shocked by this unexpected news. The news seemed to have grown wings and spread throughout the wounded soldiers camp in the blink of an eye. Bursts of prayers and praises suddenly came from the wounded barracks. Compared with the chorus just now, they were now more sincere and full of the power of piety and faith.

"You should walk toward the light, lest darkness overtake you." The bishop looked up at the sky, raised his hands in a prayer gesture, and began to recite classic quotations from the Bible.

"You should walk towards the light, lest darkness come to you." Regardless of whether they could raise their hands or not, the wounded soldiers looked in the direction of heaven and prayed loudly.

This is very labor-saving. Unless they are injured in the chest and abdomen, they have to lie on their backs on the stretcher, looking exactly in the direction of heaven.

"That light is the true light, illuminating all people living in the world." The bishop's voice was exciting. He may have never led so many people in prayer at one time in his life.

"That light is the true light, illuminating all who live in the world." As long as they could speak out, the wounded soldiers all echoed loudly. Even those with neck injuries who could not pronounce were praying in their hearts with their lips moving.

Many people burst into tears with excitement, and even more people felt that their souls were cleansed and their bodies were full of strength. Almost everyone could feel the glory of the Lord, and an invisible power filled their whole bodies. They were not afraid of life, death, or pain.

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If you are not a devout believer, you cannot understand this emotion, but as long as you think about the "buzzing" period in another time and space, you can understand this kind of fanaticism, which really does not distinguish between races and national boundaries.

"Brother, what are they doing?" Gao Hongshi and the others were shocked by the frenzied wounded soldiers, and unconsciously gathered around Qin Zhiyuan, seeking collective strength.

"Faith, this is the power of faith." Qin Zhiyuan looked around the camp of wounded soldiers in a frenzy calmly. As an agent in another time and space, he had seen too many similar scenes. Even the scene in front of him was child's play compared to what Qin Zhiyuan had seen.

"Dear Qin, please allow me to call you that. I must report this miracle. If possible, I need your cooperation." At some point, the bishop came to Qin Zhiyuan and whispered softly.

If the religious forces in the West are divided into regions, the bishop of a region is equivalent to the highest administrative chief of the local area. When a "miracle" occurs in a region, the local bishop will definitely report it. In the church, this is the greatest merit. If nothing unexpected happens, it is a sure thing for a regional bishop to be promoted to a cardinal. If he is more capable of being a person and more capable of handling things, he may be able to covet the position of the Pope and break the Italian monopoly on the Pope.

"Of course, if you need it, I am very happy to serve you." Qin Zhiyuan knew that this was a mutually beneficial thing, and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Well, I wish you good luck, and I wish you good luck, too. We all need God's blessing." The bishop extended his hand to Qin Zhiyuan, his expression very formal: "Nice to meet you, Reid Auerbach."

"Uh... Mr. Auerbach, I'm glad to meet you." Qin Zhiyuan was dumbfounded. It seemed that the man in front of him was the right one, born to be a cardinal.