Chapter 346 Disturbance Layer
"If it is true that Heavenly Father has punished him by killing him in the wild and leaving his body intact, isn't that enough?" Dominic asked rhetorically.
What the other party is probably struggling with is not the past, but wanting to fundamentally distinguish right from wrong for the years of conflict between the two families, but they cannot accept one side of the story without evidence.
In order to enter the reconciliation stage as soon as possible, he simply grasped this point and prepared to finalize the matter.
“After death, the Heavenly Father will decide the destination of his soul. It is an absolutely fair judgment. After all, the living cannot have all-knowing and all-seeing opinions. Prejudicing the past events that we have not witnessed with our own eyes makes us commit the sin of arrogance. .”
We can't handle this anymore. I suggest you stop here, otherwise you will offend the authority of Heavenly Father.
As expected, the stonemason hesitated. Although Heavenly Father's will is illusory, if you disrespect Him clearly in front of the monks, you will definitely not have a good life in the future.
Dominique strikes while the iron is hot: "If you still have doubts, you can invite Old John's son to come with you and see if he dares to swear in front of Heavenly Father that his father did not dig up other people's graves. If there is a lie, he will He was punished after his death.”
"What if in fact there is, but he doesn't know it?"
"That means he is not involved in the crimes of his fathers. You should resolve the misunderstanding and rebuild the relationship. As neighbors, one more person Friends and one less enemy are two good things.”
"Huh?"
The stonemason vaguely felt that something was wrong. He could argue both pros and cons, but he had no way to refute it.
"You can go back and think about whether this is the truth. It is better to resolve grudges than to end them." Dominic said sincerely. He really felt that there was no better solution.
“We are still here to pray for the dead and comfort the disturbed souls. You can go home first and think clearly about this. The door of Heavenly Father will always be open to those who are tolerant.”
"Ah, thank you, Father, I'll go back and think about it." The mason nodded in understanding.
"Hey, I'm not..." Dominic wanted to correct the issue of address, but thinking that the other party probably didn't understand the differences in positions within the church, the words rolled around his lips and he had no choice but to swallow them.
Anyway, for ordinary people, those who help with mediation are all "priests". What's the difference?
Seeing the other person preparing to leave, he suddenly realized that he had made a small mistake in rushing to send the person away.
This mountainous area has many twists and turns. Without anyone to guide them, they will probably have to work hard to get back. But the words had been spoken, and it would look very incompetent to leave others behind now, so I had to change my words.
“Speaking of which, I just mentioned that Old John’s body was dragged away by wild animals, so it was not found?”
I hope the other party can understand the hint - the mountain is dangerous, it is best to stay and wait for the two monks to finish praying and go back together.
“Yes, that guy went up the mountain one day and never came home. When he went the next day, he only found the things he had left behind, and there was nothing in the valley below.”
Behind Dominic He began to sweat, "What kind of wild beasts are there on this mountain?"
It doesn't sound like a small animal, at least it has to be a pack of wolves, or a large beast, to be able to die overnight, right?
With the two of them, even if they are armed, they may not be able to handle it.
But the mason didn't look scared, and he didn't even think about it at all, as if he hadn't considered being attacked at all.
"It's not clear, maybe it's a wolf?" The answer was full of uncertainty, and adding "maybe" was not very safe, "I haven't seen it either."
" Who said that? "
"Well, everyone said so, there should be some." Holding his hair covered with stone powder, the mason tried to think back. Where did this common sense come from, "Otherwise, where did those people who couldn't find it go?"
For the safety of his life, Dominic thought it would be better to ask a few more questions, "Has anyone seen it?" At least we haven’t in recent years. The ones that occasionally come to kill livestock are small things like wild cats and foxes.”
Perhaps seeing the monk's worry, he added: "Perhaps it is Heavenly Father's blessing. Since I was a child, I have hardly heard of wild beasts attacking living people, even wild boars, lynxes, etc., Baron It's enough for you to summon a few hunters."
"You don't have to worry too much about this. We have been here a lot, and we have never seen anything bigger than a wild cat.”
“Oh, of course not, we have this.” Dominic felt relieved and picked up the bag hanging on his belt. Although the sword on the sword has never seen blood, if a lynx, fox or the like dares to get close to it, it will be just a side dish for dinner.
Watching the mason walk away and disappear at the other end of the bend, Dominic did not move for a long time. In fact, there is one final worry that remains unspoken.
Is it possible that none of the people he encountered came back?
"What are you thinking about?" Field came from behind and patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm thinking about which prayer is more appropriate to recite later." Dominic shook the palms on his shoulders and asked, "You have been shopping for so long, have you discovered anything?"
< br>This is purely a casual question, and I don’t expect to get any answer. The probability of an angel appearing on the spot and informing me of the revelation is higher than the possibility of them restoring the truth themselves.
"It really is." Field raised the armor-piercing pickaxe in his hand. It was stained with some mud. It was obvious that it had performed some non-professional function. "The soil here may have been turned over."
"Whose grave did you dig?!"
"No, no, no, of course not." Field denied quickly. He just wanted to find some symbolic evidence to convince the stonemason, but he had no intention of collecting the details of all the deceased here. Everyone was offended.
“I deliberately didn’t dig around the tomb. When I dug in other places, I found that the soil layer underneath was wrong and I couldn’t see much. However, the colors of the dark and light layers were mixed. Some places were loose and some were denser. , which is very consistent with the performance of being dug up and covered with soil."
Dominic looked at it more suspiciously: " Why do you know this kind of thing?”
“Well, not to mention that Father Green was promoted quickly. I had considered going to the Tribunal to find a way out and asked acquaintances about their main work.” It can be said that he was disillusioned. The new employee worked three night shifts a week and spent the whole time squatting in the cemetery. He looked more like a tomb robber than a tomb robber.
"This is what I learned at the time. I took a rough look, but I'm not sure it's correct. According to their standards, in the few places I randomly selected on the top of the mountain, only one or two spots of soil have not been plowed."
" Even if someone robs the tomb, they can't plow the entire top of the mountain, right?" Dominic was amused by the conclusion as he imagined the tomb robber dragging a rake back and forth to loosen the soil on the top of the mountain.
"Forget it, let's finish our work and go down the mountain early. I hope I don't have to eat cold bread when I go back. Ouch!"
Field screamed in pain, covered his feet and jumped up, frightening Dominic and hurried to get it The scabbard poked at the dry grass, looking for traces of venomous snakes.
Fortunately, it was just a thick tree stump with uneven cross-sections, rooted in the ground with exposed roots, and was kicked by someone who didn't look at the road.
There were no outsiders present, so Field didn't need to pay attention to his image, "Don't let me catch who it is! You don't want the trees at the bottom of the mountain, but you want to cut down the ones next to the grave. Why do you want to leave so many stumps?"
Dominic I listened to him howl for a while, but there was no response.
The lingering feeling these days has come up again, and something is ready to come out somewhere in my heart.
Old graves, plowed soil, and jagged cross-sections of tree stumps are like the inspiration in words, hinting at something slightly off the ground, ready to be called out by the mouth, but out of reach in the horizon.
"I want to ask old John's child privately first in case he really knows something, so that we can be prepared and not make the scene too ugly." He said this for himself Curious explained.
I would like to recommend my favorite Cthulhu-style short story "The 33% Tree" that I have read recently. You can see it in the "Tapir in the Little Black Room_mo" column on station b.
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The materials and ideas are very novel, and the story structure may have some minor deficiencies in professional knowledge, but fortunately I am not a related major, so I can't tell (great joy).