CHAPTER 809: CHAPTER 501: JESUS

On the other side, Sui Yi stood alone beneath the wall, no matter when she came in, no matter how long she’d been inside, she always felt an overwhelming smell of dust in the air.

Dust was everywhere.

It was as if this place had been forgotten by history.

However, the layout of this rear castle appeared slightly different from the other three...

There was no differentiation between a grand hall and a small hall, nor were there the items typically favored by other noble residences; there was merely a spacious hall, at the center of which stood vertical square pillars. Between the pillars was an industrial fireplace, the wood and charcoal inside had been covered with a thick layer of grey dust over countless years.

There was only one similarity.

Murals, here the murals still dominated the color scheme, though they seemed a bit strange.

They were large-scale, interconnected strokes in their entirety, possessing an imposing, awe-inspiring presence.

Of course, the content of these murals differed significantly from those in ordinary homes.

They were murals from a Christian church: the Passion of Jesus, etc. Sui Yi wasn’t clear about the specifics, simply because she didn’t quite believe in Buddhism either, tending to view all faiths equally or with mere respect.

Especially these Western beliefs.

So she could only recognize "The Passion of Jesus" and the "Last Supper" beside it...

The cross and the figure on the cross were far too obvious.

This was an image she often saw while in the United Kingdom, even in China, she’d come across it often. For instance, the church she visited while handling the Rongwei Armor had such murals.

Yet, these murals were somewhat different.

There was fire, the wounds on Jesus nailed to the cross seemed scorched by flames, his expression was tortured, his eyes protruded, but they stared intensely forward... as if watching anyone who gazed at him.

Beside it was "The Last Supper."

Sui Yi’s gaze traveled inch by inch over these murals, as if she were scrutinizing them, completely absorbed...

"What do you see in these two images?" a voice spoke from behind.

It was Xiluo.

He walked to her side, his hands in his pockets, also observing the image with an expression as calm as Sui Yi’s.

"Faith, betrayal, fire, death..."

Sui Yi softly spoke, with little reservation.

Xiluo did not disagree, merely glanced at her and said, "And resurrection."

Resurrection?

Easter?

Sui Yi knew Westerners regarded Jesus almost equivalently to how Easterners viewed the Tathagata, both were the most sublime beliefs, in their eyes, Jesus or the Tathagata was immortal, capable of rebirth and resurrection.

Such abilities belonged only to gods.

But ultimately, it was just legend.

Does rebirth truly exist?

Sui Yi crossed her arms, murmuring, "Revenge?"

"Who knows, that’s Jesus’s business," Xiluo’s voice was equally light.

With that, he turned toward the people of the Duke’s Mansion.

Sui Yi remained in place.

And behind her, at the other end of the hall.

On the sofa, a few young girls sat together, the earlier fear had subsided, and instead resurfaced the curiosity and questions that had remained unsolved.

The focus of curiosity was naturally the person whose back was toward them...

About how her sword ignited, extinguished, and compelled those terrifying creatures to retreat obediently, they couldn’t explain it with any scientific means, despite each having considerable knowledge in science or biology.

Until they consulted an old Earl, who though not of noble birth like the Earl of Platinum, had achieved his standing through later accomplishments and erudition.

This man was an honorary professor at Harvard, an old noble, reputedly once served in the United Kingdom’s Military Intelligence Section 6, thus very knowledgeable.

"Magic? Children, that’s not magic."

He laid back, glanced at Sui Yi, and said, "Since you’ve already encountered such things tonight, it’s alright if I tell you what your parents never mentioned before."

"You all know Chinese Ancient Martial Arts, ah, the Bruce Lee type, martial arts, that’s kung fu! But Chinese Ancient Martial Arts divides into two types, one is martial, and the other is techniques! Martial in body, techniques in law."

Alright, these kids didn’t understand much about the Eastern, if you talked about eating, drinking, and having fun they were all ears, but mention Eastern techniques, martial arts, haha~

They didn’t understand~

The Old Earl wasn’t annoyed, just shook his head and smiled, "What you saw just now, that Eastern lady used martial and techniques, her techniques were formidable, that flame possibly related to her written characters, perhaps also to blood."