Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman-Chapter 200 - 144 The Shepherds Responsibility (Please
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Even the most venerable person in the Holy City, who holds the most secrets, did not possess any transcendent power.
Of course, the Holy City had scriptures that recorded transcendent knowledge, and there were even many of them.
But… the problem was, no one knew which of these were true and which were fabrications made to fit with the propaganda efforts.
It was more likely that all of them were false, after all, if the head of the church himself did not have such knowledge to pass down, what about anyone else?
However, as the foremost sect of the West.
To say there isn’t any mysterious heritage… that too needs people to believe it!
Looking at the increasing number of travelers within the Holy City with ulterior motives.
It’s clear they don’t believe it.
In fact, after much discussion, even Bishop Jon and the contemporary head of the church weren’t too convinced that the sect would lack any mysterious heritage.
After all, facts speak louder than words.
How could the Western Church have such a vast domain and so many followers if it didn’t possess something that its adversaries did?
So, there could only be one truth!
There are two clearly separate classes, the transcendent and the mortals.
What belongs to the transcendent is for the transcendent, and what belongs to mortals is for the mortals.
Only, while others have started to surface, there has been no trace of our own.
Could there have been an accident on the transcendent’s side? Could it be due to turmoil, that the most crucial methods of connection were lost in the inheritance?
These questions still weighed on the head of the church and Bishop Jon like a mountain.
After much contemplation,
They decided on one hand to adopt a passive strategy, dealing with all sorts of probing by stalling.
On the other hand, apart from sending people to various churches and Taoist schools to see if there were any transcendent from their own sect,
Bishop Jon, taking the lead, went to the East to search for those rumored to have transcendent powers or supportive transcendents to see if they could find a breakthrough to connect with their own transcendent!
Bishop Jon visited many places said to have witnessed miracles.
But none had ever shocked him as much as the Magic Meeting at the Great Compassion Temple.
When Master Yuanci began reciting the scriptures,
Bishop Jon realized that the mental suggestion the Master conveyed was even stronger than what the head of the church could create with the advantage of time, location, and support at a mass.
This could no longer be the work of human effort; it must involve mystical knowledge.
And from the information he had learned beforehand through his connections inside the circle, Bishop Jon also knew that Master Yuanci was currently recognized by all factions as the most likely one to possess mystical knowledge,
A genuine transcendent Cultivator!
High above the Great Compassion Temple,
An oval-shaped unmanned airship resembling an airship hovered there,
Tasked with the duties of surveillance and readiness for immediate protection nearby.
In a temporary base outside the mountain, a few intelligence personnel watching the surveillance feed also showed a hint of anticipation.
Just like their colleagues outside, they were quite curious about Bishop Jon, whose background seemed extraordinary.
They also hoped to verify his authenticity through Master Yuanci.
However, out of respect for Master Yuanci, they had not placed devices in the back hall or the rest and living areas,
And could only watch silently as he entered the room and then quietly wait.
The conversation between Master Yuanci and Bishop Jon was brief.
Mainly because Master Yuanci had already achieved Qi Refining and was proficient in the Golden Light Buddha Scripture at the First Layer.
After the enhancement of his Five Senses, within a few words, even though Bishop Jon concealed it well,
and put on a mysterious air,
Master Yuanci still could see through his act and simply shook his head mentioning the deficiencies in his energy and blood due to aging and kindly prescribed a health tonic.
Bishop Jon left the room with mixed feelings, holding the prescription.
He had realized that Master Yuanci must be a genuine Transcendent,
And therefore, he did not intend to discuss too much with himself, a mere mortal,
And subtly mentioned that he could communicate with those in the inner circle of the Holy City’s mysterious sect.
But!
Bishop Jon couldn’t help but smile wryly in his heart.
If he knew where the Holy City’s transcendent were, would he need to take so much trouble to search for transcendent clues everywhere?
“This prescription might be worth a try.”
With his mission failed, Bishop Jon shook his head slightly, then turned his gaze to the prescription in his hand, out of respect and trust for a Transcendent, he decided to give it a try.
Not long after Bishop Jon left,
A high-ranking monk came to visit Master Yuanci and learned of Bishop Jon’s authenticity from him.
“Huh?”
“Is that Bishop Jon really just an ordinary person?”
“Master Yuan Ci personally confirmed it face to face, so it should be true,”
“Let the news spread, it’s a good opportunity to increase the pressure test on the Holy City, to see if they will reveal their true capabilities!”
Upon receiving the news, a group of strategists immediately started simulations and offered their suggestions.
Meanwhile, Bishop Jon stayed in a villa provided by a believer at the foot of the mountain along with his attendants, starting to consider how to report today’s findings to His Highness.
“Holy Lord above, where exactly is the inheritance you have bestowed upon us?”
“Why, as the ones holding the closest positions to the Holy Lord in the Mortal World, do we know nothing about it?”
Deep into the night.
Bishop Jon, with too much on his mind, leaned against the couch, half-asleep, about to drift off completely.
Suddenly!
Bishop Jon felt a halo of light appear before his eyes?
He struggled to open his eyelids.
And then, he saw what seemed to be white light fill the room.
Yet he couldn’t find the source of the light.
A dream?
Am I dreaming?
Bishop Jon wondered.
Suddenly, sacred music rang in his ears.
His nose caught a scent of flowers, unfamiliar yet extremely pleasing.
At the same time, a voice as if penetrating his mind seemed to ask if he was still willing to fulfill his duties.
Afterward.
Everything suddenly returned to normal.
Only Bishop Jon, who had quickly stood up, stared wide-eyed around the dark room, remaining dumbfounded for a moment, still unable to distinguish whether he had dreamed or encountered a mystical event.
“Wait!”
Bishop Jon suddenly felt pain in the palm of his hand.
He looked at his right hand and immediately discovered a cross-shaped scarred wound on his palm.
His mouth agape, he hurriedly knelt to the ground, clasping the cross around his neck with both hands, and began to give thanks.
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He was now utterly convinced that he had received a revelation from the Holy Lord, or perhaps the Saint Heir.
As for the content of the revelation.
As he clenched his fist, touching the wound, amidst the pain, it also seemed to remind him constantly of those words.
Gradually, from the voices in his head, unclear in any known language, he understood their meaning.
The voice was asking:
An Angel has already descended upon the Mortal World.
As the Shepherd of the Holy Lord, it’s time to seek out the Angel among mortals…
And then, under the guidance of the Angel, fulfill the duties of the Holy Lord’s Shepherd!
Duty!
The duty of the Holy Lord’s Shepherd!
Upon realizing this, Bishop Jon felt invigorated all over.
Of course, he was more than willing to perform his duties.
He even wished he could leave immediately, take a plane right now back to the Holy City to carry out his responsibilities.
Outside the window.
The hidden Su Ping sensed Bishop Jon’s emotional changes and smiled.
Good, it seems that although these Western Church members won’t admit it openly, they really are swayed by divine revelations.
All those elements mysterious in their stories—voices in dreams, ceilings glowing with light, wounds that mysteriously appear on the body.
Su Ping borrowed these familiar motifs and found success with a targeted approach.
No need for concrete figures or to dangle a bait, the opponent self-imagines everything, easily achieving the desired effect.
This was why Su Ping had gone to the Great Compassion Temple, to switch out a Sealing Magic Artifact, where he happened to see Bishop Jon.
After learning his identity, Su Ping, with a mindset of ‘since I’m here, I might as well make the most of it’,
prepared in advance, placing the invitation in the wound on his palm, so that when Bishop Jon clenched his fist, he would feel the questioning from the invitation.
He wanted him to remember to collect the blood of Western Church members upon his return,
and later, when he had time, summon Bishop Jon to harvest a batch and see if any new Spiritual Workers had been born.
If so, the Angel in the Mortal World would have been found.
If not… then it would be time to try again, urging him to continue his diligent search for the Angel.
