To Four Thousand Years Later

Hear the words of Jesus. Peter blinked blankly.

"…past?

He repeated, with a puzzled look on his face.

Li and Cyprus are not close. Even by boat, there are at least three days' journey.

No, not right! It's not a matter of distance at all.

How can a person walk in the sea? The water here is not as shallow as in the pond. "You two, come with me." While Peter was still hesitating, **** whispered to him and Judas, and walked forward: "I want to show A miracle for you to see. "

Judas answered without hesitation and followed.

Seeing that both **** and Judas were walking forward, Peter followed suit in desperation. But he still doubted what **** said. He followed behind with a sigh. There was a worried look on his face. He was not afraid of drowning himself in the water-he knew a little about water. Peter was concerned if **** fell into the sea and got submerged. What should I do if I am laughed at? What if the news got out and those who had just left became suspicious or disrespectful of Jesus, and they stopped spreading His name according to Jesus’ words, or discredited Him outside, what should we do? Peter followed the two anxiously.

But I don't know if it's an illusion... It is obvious that the pace of **** and Judas is no different from his, but in Peter's eyes, those two people are walking faster and faster, getting farther and farther away from him.

Peter gasped heavily, feeling his heart start beating extremely fast. Panting, he followed behind Yah and Judah, and gradually began to trot, but still failed to shorten the fear in his heart. Anxiety crawled up my heart like steel branches, as if time had been stretched, the heartbeat resounded like a thunderous drum, and there seemed to be thin blood vessels pulsating in the ears.

"All right.

Jesus' words interrupted Peter's thoughts.

He woke up suddenly and realized that he was following closely behind Jesus. Everything before was just a flash of illusion. Peter breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily.

There was a strange smell of alcohol in his breath. As if drunk, his wrinkled face showed abnormal flushing. Under the strange gaze of the people around them, the three of them came to the beach.

"Hey, it's dangerous over there! Someone shouted towards this side: "The tide is about to rise, you should retreat quickly!" 'No need to worry.

Jesus shook his head, and said softly, "I am destined to go to Cyprus. I want to see the king of Tire, and the rebellious king—the storm and the sea will stop me."

His voice was soft, like a whispered face-to-face conversation. But in the howling wind. His voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time, and the voice was extremely clear. With just this sentence, people immediately realized the extraordinaryness of Jesus. They put down their work. Go to Yeli. I saw **** walking to the seashore, without stopping, just leaning on a wooden stick and continuing to walk forward. **** stepped onto the surface of the sea. at his feet. The surging sea is like the most solid ground.

He randomly inserted the wooden stick in his hand into the sea. The front of the wooden stick submerged into the sea surface, and as he moved forward, the wooden tree stirred the sea surface and continuously made the sound of splashing water.

As **** walked forward, a pure white light bloomed like a flower at His feet. His robes shone with golden brilliance. Shining like the sun in the cloudy sky.

How did you get up there?

"Go up! Really go up!' But **** continued to walk forward slowly as if he didn't hear it. The brilliance swirled and bloomed on the surface of the sea, and turned into five-petal flowers emitting a hazy white light, floating on the surface of the sea .

As he walked forward, the brilliance also bloomed along with him, leaving a bridge of flowers on the sea.

Jesus took another four or five steps forward, then stopped and looked back, and said in a low voice: Aren't you coming over?

"Yes. We're coming, my king.

Judas stepped forward without hesitation, and walked towards the sea in a short step. He stared at the light bridge. It's like walking in snow. Every step is extra cautious. But Judas was walking on the water after all, and the people watching this scene were even more surprised. The one with the stronger mobility happens to be by the sea. Suspiciously, he rolled up his trousers, and stepped into the sea tentatively.

Unsurprisingly, the man slammed his foot into the water. A wave rose and slapped the man back in a state of embarrassment.

And the body of **** was lifted up together with the surging waves. Judas couldn't hold his balance a little bit, but he finally stood firm on the water. Yeali said calmly to Peter: "It's your turn, Peter. Peter also looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, walked over slowly, and tentatively stood on the bridge of light.

The texture of the sea seems to have turned into extremely fine sand. Although it is inconvenient to abandon running, it is not impossible to walk. He walked forward again, his courage gradually grew, and his steps became smoother.

The people around couldn't help marveling at this miracle, and the voice of discussion became louder and louder. People gradually gathered around. Questioning, kneeling, amazed, and confused voices are intertwined, and the surrounding environment becomes brutal and noisy. Who is that person?

How could he walk on water? Doubt lingered in everyone's mind.

"He must be the messenger of God!"

"No! He is Neptune's son!"

"He is the reincarnation of King Solomon! So he can subdue the current

People were discussing, their voices raised high. The storm roared suddenly, and the torrential rain fell in a few seconds. When the heavy rain hits the body, it will even feel painful. The rain curtain fell on the ground, gradually splashing white mist, covering everyone's sight. Peter, too, was terrified by the storm, and stretched out his hand to cover his forehead. The light path under his feet also began to shake unsteadily due to the storm, as if it was about to shatter in the next instant.

He was worried that he was going to sink, so he subconsciously shouted: "My king...save me. **** stretched out his hand and grabbed Peter, and Peter's body stabilized immediately. His restless heart also followed. Landing. Seeing the somewhat embarrassed old man in front of him laugh out loud, he was horrified in his heart and saw just above Jesus, the cloud-covered sky cracked a blue opening for no reason, like a big abyss cut by an invisible sword So the rain did not fall. Only half of the rain did not fall on their heads. But it was not an inverted abyss in the sky above. It was the true color of the sky above the thick clouds like a curtain!

Seeing this miraculous scene, Peter felt as if a seed had cracked in his heart. The next moment, Peter's expression became serene.

A beam of pure white light suddenly shot out from his body, straight into the sky