Luo Tong didn't know much about European history, only the common sense of middle school history. He couldn't remember the age clearly and often confused several major events. As for Joan of Arc, his impression was very simple. A French woman in the Hundred Years War in Britain and France was framed by the French nobles themselves and was eventually burned to death on the stolen rack.

As for what happened to Joan of Arc and what happened to Britain and France for a hundred years, this is absolutely confused for Luo Tong.

I suddenly heard Father Dartmon talking about Joan of Arc's relics, which might be full of novelty for others, but for Luo Tong, who was full of demonic things, it had no influence.

He just nodded slightly, "Oh" and said no more. Instead, Du Xiaoxiao beside him widened her eyes and asked in surprise: "Are you talking about Joan of Arc just now? Joan of Arc in France?"

Datmon nodded slightly and said in Chinese: "Yes, Joan of Arc of France. We have her relics here."

Du Xiaoxiao gently pulled Luo Tong's arm and said, "That person, that Joan of Arc is very powerful. However, the heresy court said she was a witch and said she was possessed by a devil."

Luo Tong felt a little moved in his heart and realized that in such a evacuated church, the relics of Joan of Arc seemed very unusual. After all, Joan of Arc was sacred in the 20th century. Before that, her influence on Germany was not too great, and she was more limited to the British and French world. And this monastery far away from the British and French battlefields actually returned to preserve Joan of Arc's relics, and obviously found something from it.

Father Dartmon walked into the back porch of the convent through the side door and introduced: "Joan of Arc was burned twice. The first time, the people in the Inquisition opened the dust and made people sure that she was dead. Then they burned again to make sure that people could not collect her ashes."

He paused. He continued, "But we all know that ordinary flames are difficult to completely ablate human bones. In the east, things like glass beads will appear. What are their names?"

"Relics."

Luo Tong replied that the so-called relics are not necessarily the product of great monks and great masters, and this has been scientifically proven. However, real relics beads are extremely rare and rare. They are the products of surplus at higher temperatures. The beads in Du Xiaoxiao's hand are examples.

Father Datmon nodded and said, "Yes. It's that, at Joan of Arc, there were rumors that the executioner poured all the ashes into the Seine. But the truth is that in her ashes, there were seventeen relics like relics in total. They called them the 'Holy Crystals', and in the end, the Church of Saramen got four of them."

Luotong was not sure what the result would be of such a burn, nor did he know how the Salamen Church obtained the four holy crystals from the British, but now Father Datmon mentioned this. It obviously had a special purpose.

The Salamen Church looked empty and quiet. Several people walked in the corridor for a long time, but did not see any other priests. According to Father Dartmon, as monks, most of the clergy in the church sat upright in their huts and recited scriptures. This process lasted for several hours a day.

As a church that was rebuilt after the war, there should be one or more financial supporters behind the Sarahmen Church. Father Dartmon does not hide this. Several consortiums in the United States have rebuilt this church without caring about it.

However, this one is full of tempered glass, which covers the entire corridor and hall in a blurred light, like a church walking between machinery and history, with little difference in overall layout from other churches. The place where the corpse is parked is right below the church, and there are special people guarding it.

"Here, don't use what you call soul energy."

Father Datmon reminded: "There is a very strong power below, and we have quite a few monks who end up parking below. They even walk down and then go on a hunger strike and slowly die. In fact, their eyes still have luster, and we cannot make an assertion. Whether they are really dead."

Luo Tong nodded slightly, becoming more and more curious about the monastery.

Father Datmon gently knocked on the door of the wooden house guarding beside the cave, and spoke a few words of German to it. He took the key from a thin hand, drew a cross on his chest, and said, "Let's go down now."

He did not take the initiative to ask Luo Tong to see the dean of the monastery, but this was normal. There was nothing to do with Luo Tong and the dean. The matter about the demons was handled specifically by Father Datmon.

As soon as he opened the door to the underground space, Luo Tong felt a very clear directional spiritual energy coming from his face. This spiritual energy was not sharp, but was passed by with Luo Tong and others, but had an irresistible core power.

After a moment of quietness, Luo Tong turned his head to look at Xu Shanshan on the other side. Just now, before the door was opened, Xu Shanshan suddenly held Luo Tong's hand. This shows that she had an early sense of the spiritual energy.

Realizing that Luo Tong looked at him, Xu Shanshan smiled, and sweat oozed in her hands. I don’t know if it was because of fear or something else.

Following Father Datmon, who seemed to be unaware of this, several people walked into the corridor together. There were electric lights in the underground passage, so they were not dark, and vaguely felt a gust of wind flowing in this underground space, which means that the underground was not blocked.

After a corridor that was circling hundreds of meters, there were a series of stairs extending toward the ground. There were a lot of words on the walls on both sides of the corridor and the stairs. It looked like a graffiti wall, where tourists left their names to prove that they had been here.

The difference is that most of the words on these walls have a faint glow. To be precise, they are the wills or instructions of the monks when they bid farewell to the world. To be more precise, this is the "dead document".

Thinking about Father Datmon's words, those ascetic monks felt that there was not much time left, so they washed them clean and walked into the corridor without food and water. Then, while walking, praying, and writing their thoughts on the wall. They walked all the way, all the way to the depths of this underground space.

Xu Shanshan felt a little nervous. Although she couldn't understand these words, she vaguely felt that these words seemed to gather into low whispers, echoing in her ears. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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