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Chapter 27 This is the holy light of a miracle!
"When I learned of this outcome, I felt like I had lost my soul. I even considered suicide, but Sister Hind wanted me to live."

“A year later, I returned to the small town in South America and was sent to a monastery to serve as a guardian for abandoned children for the first time. I was 27 years old at the time.”

“Every day is still like being a walking corpse, just mechanically fulfilling the obligation of baking bread and preparing hot water for the children.”

"There weren't many children, only about twenty, but I didn't even remember their names."

"Until one day, a boy tugged at my sleeve and timidly asked me, 'Can I call you Mom?'"

At this point, Sister Zoe's eyes, filled with tears, revealed compassion.

"He was timid and afraid, afraid that my cold rejection would pierce his empty soul with something unseen."

“Memories from long, long ago flooded back. When Sister Hind brought me to the church, I also tugged at her sleeve and asked her the same question.”

"At that moment, I understood what Sister Hind felt for me back then. I couldn't hold back my tears and hugged the boy, crying very sadly."

"I went back to my room and read Sister Hind's letters one by one. Each letter was filled with her deep love for me and her high expectations for me."

"She didn't want me to be sad and in pain because of her; she wanted me to live happily."

“In the days that followed, I carefully wrote down the name of each child. They were all abandoned children, just like I had been. I wanted to love them as Sister Hind loved me.”

"However, the number of children in the church is increasing, and although the money allocated by the main church has not decreased, it is no longer enough."

“Watching the children’s bread dwindle every day, I’m so anxious I can hardly breathe. It’s not just here; it’s the same in other churches. The main church has run out of money to distribute.”

"In the end, I had another evil thought." She lowered her head deeply as she said this.

Los Saint sighed, knelt down, and gently placed the Bible on her head. This signified that God was listening to the believer's confession; do not be afraid, He will forgive you.

In South America, and even back then, two or three decades ago, gangs, rebels, and local armed forces were in complete chaos, and countless children lost their parents or were abandoned.

No matter how much money the Vatican provides, it's not enough.

Since the end of World War I, Catholicism has undergone changes. Although various problems still exist internally, it has generally become more like a public welfare organization.

The funding mostly comes from voluntary donations from two billion believers worldwide and government spending in European countries. After all, churches bear the responsibility of adopting abandoned children, and national parliaments have to contribute to the cause.

The remaining funding source is the ticket revenue from opening the Vatican to tourists.

“Looking at the children who were growing, I broke my vow of poverty for the second time and started learning to knit sweaters, which I then secretly took out to sell for money.”

"Lord...please forgive me, every time I see the children's hunger, it feels like countless knives are cutting into my flesh." Sister Zoe wept bitterly. If it were Sister Hind, she would have done the same.

"Even if I do my best, I can only add one more egg for the children each week. I feel sorry for the children."

Los Saint's eyes shone with a golden light, and his intense emotions caused Sister Zoe's brainwaves to become very active, allowing him to see a large number of memories.

In a small, simple room in the monastery, a nun was clumsily knitting a sweater by candlelight. Her hands were already marked with many pricks from the wooden knitting needles. By the time she had finished knitting a little, it was already bright outside the window.

She carefully put down the ball of yarn and came to the statue of the Virgin Mary, clutching the cross necklace and repenting painfully, but when she saw her sleeping children, she was filled with maternal love.

"Zoe's mom..." a little girl murmured in her sleep.

"Mommy's here," the nun said softly, gently stroking the little girl's head.

"Six years later, the cathedral finally discovered that I was knitting sweaters to sell for money and ordered me to leave the church and return to the Vatican to face divine judgment." "I couldn't bear to leave the children. I knew that this parting might be forever, and that I would be stripped of my nun status and perhaps end up on the streets like Sister Hind."

"So I lied. I told them that I was fed up with them, that I hated children, and that I was going to leave them behind and go home."

“It hurts my heart to say those words to them; it feels like I’m going to faint from the pain.”

“When I returned to the Vatican, I thought I would be put on trial, but the Pope pardoned me and only allowed me to repent daily in the monastery.”

“During the seven years I spent in the monastery in penance, I missed them constantly, wanted to write to them, and wanted to know if they were doing well.”

"At that time I understood how much Sister Hind missed me after we were separated."

"Because I had two stains on my record, I was sent here by the church as an unclean nun to cleanse myself of these stains."

“I thought I would spend the rest of my life alone in this church, but ten years ago the Anglican Church (the British Religious Authority) sent a child to me and asked me to raise him.”

“She is Eleanor, who guided you, Father. I have once again taken on the responsibility of adopting children.”

"Her appearance brought light into my dark world."

"Later, more and more children joined the church, and now there are eleven children."

"It seems to be a test from God. The number of children is increasing. Although the church is providing more money and food, as the children grow up, bread and milk alone are no longer enough to provide them with adequate nutrition."

"In order to add meat to my children's diet, I broke my vow of poverty once again and started weaving clothes to sell for money."

"Lord, I am truly unforgivable, but if I had to do it again, I would do it even if it meant going straight to hell."

Sister Zoe straightened up, holding the crucifix in her hands, and pleaded.

"Young priest, I am terminally ill and about to face God's judgment."

“But I still can’t let go of the children, especially Eleanor.”

“She is an adult, and according to the Vatican’s doctrine, adult children should leave the church.”

“But Eleanor cannot survive properly in this world on her own. If she leaves the church and loses her job, she will definitely end up on the streets.”

"I beg you, young priest, please allow her to stay in the church."

Looking at the pleading old woman, Luo Sheng said gently, "But they still can't live without you."

“I don’t want to leave them either, but my life has come to an end and I can no longer love them.” Sister Zoe’s face was full of love and reluctance.

“You can still continue to love them. Great love should not end in tragedy, Sister Zoe. If there is a God in this world, He will never let this love leave so easily.”

Looking at the old nun before him, Luo Sheng stretched out his hand, his eyes already radiating golden light as he activated his source potential. The Eye of God at his waist emitted a blue light, and the symbolic pattern of the water element appeared.

A golden and aquamarine light appeared in his hand; this was the special energy light emitted by the fusion of his bioelectricity and water element.

The body uses bioelectricity to stimulate cell regeneration and eliminate abnormal cells, and then uses water elements to heal and relieve pain.

Sister Zoe's expression was blank, her moist eyes reflecting the miraculous figure radiating holy light; those golden eyes were filled with divinity.

(End of this chapter)