"What confession have you come to make?"

Fan Ning was still sitting in front of the wide long table, looking at the slender figure on the screen.

"Father...Bishop...I don't know if it can be done."

Opposite was the clear and soft voice of a girl, the girl who was brought to the front of the line by the clergy because the lantern shone brighter.

"Because I don't seem to be here to confess, and I'm not sure if it counts as distress or doubt. I'm afraid I'm here to pray. There seems to be no prayer content in the sacrament of confession..."

"Then first tell me what you are looking forward to?" Fan Ning asked.

"Singing." The girl lowered her head and replied, "The priest in the town said that my voice is good, but... I can't sing very accurately and my rhythm is not very good. Although they considered it, they still accepted it. I joined the choir and they encouraged me to practice more, but now I am afraid every day, fearing that my mistakes will destroy the harmony of the hymns. If only I had spent more time on this... "

"Can you... give me some pointers on vocal techniques? Of course! If I am rude on such an occasion, I will regret it immediately!"

Fan Ning left the table for a moment and made a gesture of pushing open the partition with both hands, as if there was a non-existent window on it.

"boom!

——”

Behind the window is the same pale golden mist as Qiming Church. There seems to be no wind at the end of the mist. The smoke is blown fiercely and "centrifuged" out in a whirlpool, but there are one after another surrounding " "Silhouette" remains motionless——

The silhouette of Zuo playing passionately in front of the piano, the silhouette of holding a trumpet and blowing, the silhouette of meditating under the desk lamp, the silhouette of arms spread out and singing loudly... Big and small, magnificent, A full thousand.

These are all "styles" that were inspired by Fan Ning and sublimated at critical moments in his artistic career!

With accumulated experience, after passing through the "Gate of Enlightenment" without any suspense, he can directly feel the connection with these "lattice", which is a connection that is more transcendent than spiritual induction.

Fan Ning can use this invisible force to obscure and dull the inspiration of others, or to highlight the inspiration of others.

They can even pierce the numerous and detailed rays of their inspiration into the opponent's consciousness, creating a highly offensive "soul blast"!

Now, he grabbed the appropriate amount of brilliance, showed it to the girl opposite, and threw it away.

Qiming's efficiency is better than that of the most brilliant music teacher in the world - at least, in terms of "musical techniques" and "basic concepts", this is true for the seekers under the "Blade Bearer".

"Your business is done."

"Me?..." The weak girl spread her palms and looked left and right.

She couldn't help but "demonstrate" some memorized song fragments in her mind.

I just feel that every interval, mode and rhythm pattern that was originally difficult to grasp has become smooth and smooth.

There is even a strange confidence that even if I have just received a brand new four-part chorus, I can still join the team rehearsing at full speed without any preparation for practice!

The girl was both surprised and worried: "Father, I didn't think of any regrets before I came here. What I asked for was to learn vocal music by myself. Really, I really didn't think of it..."

"What you are asking for is not selfish wealth, but a seat in pious hymns." Fan Ning said, "The rhythm of the singing voice is not harmonious, so you are timid, fearing that you will blaspheme the Holy Spirit in the hymns, so you blame yourself. In this way, you can be justified.

, come to me to reflect and repent, I will perform the sacrament of confession.”

The girl wanted to bow down and thank her, but her sixth sense detected the priest's intention to "ask her out."

"I have not confessed your sins to the Holy Spirit for you, so you do not need to thank me. If you come to the scene of the Feast of Baptism that day, the "Mass in B minor" will be made for you. Now that you come to me for confession, I will still do it for you.

It’s done. Does this count as your vow and prayer? Doesn’t it mean that I am making amends for myself?”

Fan Ning explained the truth carefully and took another slow sip of water.

"Ding Dong——" the bell rang.

Another middle-aged farmer came in, his clothes washed white and partly earthy.

Although he couldn't see his physical appearance, and the man had been cleansed as much as possible before entering the church, Fan Ning could still smell the smell of low-quality tobacco and mud in the confessional.

"Your Majesty, I have broken a commandment."

"What precept have you committed?"

"When I see those rich masters, I feel jealous every day, even when I'm working." The middle-aged farmer said bluntly.

"This is not a precept." Fan Ning smiled gently.

"This doesn't count?" The other party stared in surprise.

"These are two." Fan Ning leaned on the backrest, "Isn't it a violation of the precepts to be jealous? Isn't it a violation of the precepts to be greedy for treasure? Then, you must tell how these thoughts arise."

"Our squire is richer than me and lives a comfortable life. This is okay, but what is really intolerable is..." The farmer tried his best to organize his words, "The young masters mocked our morals and our rude behavior.

I also don’t give alms to others. Because of this, wealth cannot come to me, so I can only work as a laborer and farmer..."

"So, do you think this makes sense?" Fan Ning asked.

"I thought about it, and what they said is right." The other party said in a dull voice, and his mood was quite dejected, "Because they used money to help the poor, and occasionally invited us workers to eat and drink, and they also let young masters and young ladies study

Art and etiquette... I thought about it, but I really couldn't afford the money and food, and I really couldn't teach my son and daughter well. I didn't know how to strike a balance, so I felt jealous day and night, and I broke the precept.

, feeling ashamed and hesitant in my heart, I could only confess it in front of the priest..."

Finally, I met a "normal person" who was confused by the market... Fan Ning let out a breath, leaned his forehead on his fist, and told this honest and frank farmer simple and easy-to-understand principles:

“In the past, St. Lenia gave two parables to those who relied on their own righteousness and despised others.”

"And he said, Two men went up to the temple to pray. One was a man from Nileru, and the other was a tax collector."

"The man of Nileru stood and prayed to himself, saying, God, I thank you that I am not like other people, extortioners, unjust, swindlers, or like this tax collector. I fast twice a week.

.I give a tenth of everything I get.”

“But the tax collector stood at a distance, not even daring to lift his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast and said, O God, be merciful to me, a sinner.”

"I tell you, the man behind him will go home righteous than the man before him. For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted."

"And some came to the One who brought light with their babies in their arms, asking him to touch them. When the disciples saw this, they rebuked those people. But Saint Lenias called them to him, saying, Let the children come to me, and do not forbid them.

For it is this kind of spirit that sits in the house of residence, and truly I say to you, whoever ascends to the house of residence is like a child, and he will not be able to enter it."

"If you understand this truth, your troubles will go away."

When Fan Ning explained this, he felt deep in his heart.

If there must be a seventh movement in "Summer Noonday Dream", after "Love Tells Me", it must be "Children Tell Me", telling the listeners what they were born to know before the first movement.

Some kind of extremely profound occult closed loop that has even gone beyond the mysterious scope of the unit’s witness.

However, since the "door to the dome" cannot be opened, this movement, which is a metaphor for the seventh height, actually goes beyond the structure of the tower. It is not something that Fan Ning's humanity can handle when placed in the final chapter of "Summer Noon Dream".

.

Maybe, I can have a chance to try it in a future symphony.

"Oh, I'll try to understand. Thank you, dear priest."

The farmer crossed himself repeatedly, thanked him and left.

Fan Ning glanced at the vault of the church in surprise.

As he explained the scriptures clearly, he felt an extremely comfortable sense of spiritual transparency, which not only continued to consolidate his rise to the height of the second door, but he also intuitively felt that some strange light and shadow seemed to appear in the sky.

It's like there's some kind of high-level reverberation overflowing from the migration?

Another young and beautiful woman with a sad look on her eyebrows came in.

"Father, I take good care of my husband, but sometimes my husband treats me coldly. I discipline my son, but sometimes my son treats me harshly. My parents, brothers and sisters, neighbors, friends... I always take care of myself.

I care about the people around me, but from time to time some people think I am neglecting them. You say that I have violated the precept by holding a grudge against them in my heart, but should I not?"

Emotional issues are not what I am good at as a single person... Fan Ning recovered from the abnormality above and felt a slight headache.

But this problem is not unsolvable for "Father Lavoisier".

He took another sip of water, smiled and said metaphorically, "Let me tell you two things."

“At that time, the king of the city of Tunguska, southwest of Hofmann, prepared a wedding banquet for his son. He sent his servants to find those who had been called, saying that my banquet has been prepared, and the oxen and fattened animals have been prepared.

It has been slaughtered and everything is ready. Please come to the banquet."

"But the men ignored him and went away, one to his fields and the other to his business."

"The rest took the servants, insulted them, and killed them."

"Then the king became furious and sent out troops to destroy the murderers and burn their city."

"And he said to his servants, "The banquet is ready, but those who are called are not worthy. Go up to the fork in the road and call everyone you find to the banquet."

"Then the servants went out into the highways and gathered together everyone they met, both good and evil. The banquet was filled with guests."

"The king came in to look at the guests and saw many people who were not wearing formal clothes. He said to one of them, 'Friend, why are you here without wearing formal clothes?' The man had no answer."

"Then the king said to his messenger, "Tie him hand and foot, take the gift that was given to him, and then leave him outside in the darkness."

"He will be there with weeping and gnashing of teeth. It will not be pleasant for a king to sit on a throne."

"For many are called, but few are chosen. This is the first truth."

...This is a metaphor that God gives every believer the same opportunity, but not many will be chosen in the end? Is it God or the believers that I am being compared to? With

The sad-looking woman listened blankly.

Fan Ning talked about the second metaphor again:

“Once upon a time, when the Lord was walking in the city of King Noah, some of his disciples who knew it, sent some righteous men who were traders to sell a few pieces of ointment and give to the poor.”
To be continued...