The Former Wife Came to the Door

A group of people hurried back to the church. The garden at night was still peaceful and peaceful, and the gate of time and space shone with golden light.

Everyone sat in front of the door, frowning.

Hua Lan asked curiously, "Husband, why didn't the door close after it was opened? It's standing here like this, it's not right."

"Yeah!" Xi Siyu also said: "It's so weird, we used to travel through time and space, and we used to come back, all of which were spells activated by the monster fog, but why did we open such a strange door this time, which connects the two sides? The world seems to be implying something to us."

Li Hui looked at the statue next to him with a smile, then looked at Joan of Arc who was confused and still not quite clear about the situation, and said with a smile: "Actually, the answer is very simple, this door was opened by Joan of Arc." , and only Joan of Arc can close it, and to solve the key problem of this door, it must also fall on Joan of Arc."

"Me?" Jeanne wondered, "I have to close this door?"

"Yes!"

"But why did I close the gate of heaven? Since I opened the gate of heaven with great difficulty, of course I took all the devout believers in. The life here looks great, it's like heaven, oh, No, it should be said that it is simply heaven.”

Everyone sweated profusely.

"No, no, it has to be closed." Li Hui spread his hands and said nonsense solemnly: "It's wrong for you to open the gate of heaven indiscriminately like this. Look, two hundred British guys came here and killed them. Don't you think there's something wrong with the door being opened for one of your French compatriots?"

"This...you're so reasonable, I'm speechless." Joan of Arc sweated profusely, "But I don't know how to close it."

"Actually, it's not difficult to close this door." Li Hui showed a gentle smile on his face: "Based on the rich experience I have gained from traveling around and training in various time and space in the past when I have nothing to do, the meeting between you and I is Because you have a deep regret in your heart, yes, it is the kind of person who is not reconciled even if you die, wants to defend yourself, wants to clear your name, and wants to slap those who have hurt you. This kind of mood is the kind of regret that made you open the door and find me, and, until that regret is lifted, this door will not be closed!"

After saying this, Li Hui turned his head to face the statue of Joan of Arc, and stroked the row of French words under the statue with his fingers: "Your regret is written in these words... ..."

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11 o'clock in the morning, the second update of today

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Li Hui's fingers gently caressed the text under the statue, the movement was very gentle, using Wenqingwen's writing method, as if the years stretched out his wrinkled hands, caressing the vicissitudes of history, but the father-in-law was never Wenqing, the father-in-law is Xiaobai, I don't know how to write that kind of literary stuff. The sentence you saw just now is an illusion.

Li Hui murmured: "These words narrate your story, recount your vicissitudes of life, and are full of your regrets. They are the testimony of your existence. As long as we understand them deeply, we will know how to close this door. It’s time and space.”

Joan of Arc was caught by Li Hui's pretentious tone and movements, and suddenly she didn't understand it. She also turned to look at the statue, looked at it carefully for a while, and suddenly realized: "This is my statue? The engraved words below are Tell me the story of my time?"

Li Hui nodded seriously: "Exactly! Come on, let's interpret it together."

"But I can't read." Jeanne said awkwardly, "I was born in a small village in France, and I never learned to read or write."

Li Hui turned to Xi Siyu, put on a very graceful look and said: "Now invite the girl out of the scabbard......"

Joan also turned around quickly, and looked at Si Siyu with a very expectant look.

However, the beautiful Xi Siyu is rolling her eyes now, not at all as beautiful as one of the four beauties of classical China, she said in a dumbfounding tone: "I said, Mr. Li, do you really want me to translate that passage? I must remind you, pretend to be struck by lightning."

"Nonsense, how can I pretend?" Li Hui said with a calm and tall face, "I have seen through the past and the future, and grasped the truth of the world. Come, come, translate, and I will interpret it from it." Joan of Arc's regret."

"That's what you said, I don't care if you lose someone." Sisiyu read the line of French solemnly: "This statue was built by the Internet caring person 'Orthopedic Patient' and donated to the Church of St. Ellen." .

After the translation, Si Siyu spread her hands towards Li Hui, her beautiful face was full of sympathy for the failure of the pretender to pretend to be a criminal: "Come on, read it! Find out the regret of Joan of Arc."

Li Hui: "..."

Jeanne: "..."

Hualan next to her spit out a mouthful of old blood with a "poof", then fell on her back and rolled all over the floor: "Hahahaha, I can't do it, I'm dying from laughing, I can't do it, I can't catch my breath from laughing, help me, help me!" Will I just die laughing like this... Oops, my stomach hurts... Hahahaha..."

"I wipe!" Li Hui jumped up: "What's the situation? Why is this written on the statue?"

"Isn't it common sense to write this on the statue?" Xi Siyu laughed and said, "Look at the statues and big bells in the temples in China, all of which have the names of meritorious people written on them."

"Ahhh!" Li Hui screamed twice, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up.

"Look, I told you that you're going to be struck by lightning for pretending to be aggressive. Why do you insist on going your own way?" Xi Siyu shook her head.

Li Hui buried his face on the ground, unable to raise himself up to meet people, he turned his back and waved to the priest next to him: "Pierre Cochon, come here!"

The priest came over quickly: "What are your orders, sir?"

"Go and bring over the materials of Joan of Arc." Li Hui said angrily, "Is it impossible that there are no materials in the Catholic Church?"

"Yes! Of course there are!" The priest rushed into the study in three steps at a time, and came over with a lot of books after a while: "This is all the books about Mademoiselle Joan that exist in our church. Look, this one It is "Joan of Arc" written by French female writer Christine de Bizan, "Chronicle" written by Bersval de Cagne, "Annual History of King Charles VII" written by John Chatier, British University The playwright Shakespeare's "Henry VI", the French poet Chapron's "France Unchained"..."

A thick stack of books was piled up in front of him, but Li Hui still buried his face on the ground and didn't move. Anyway, he couldn't understand French and English.

However, Xi Siyu picked up these books and looked them up quickly.Although she flips the pages quickly, there are too many books, how will she finish them in a while?Moreover, French is not her mother tongue, and French history is not her major course. There are many things that she may not understand after reading, so she reads more slowly.

Time passed little by little, and everyone was waiting for the answer from Sisiyu's research, but unexpectedly, the black-hearted priest Pierre Cochon said: "Actually, I have read those broken books countless times. Yes, this is a compulsory course for every priest. Joan of Arc, as a saint promoted by Catholicism, is something that every priest must study, let me tell you what is written in these books."

Pierre Cochon said seriously: "Actually, Joan of Arc was not immediately rehabilitated after being burned to death. In the following hundreds of years, what she did was ignored, belittled, and even distorted...No one Face up to her contribution to the country and the nation... For example, in the "Chronicle" of Cagnes, there are only a few words that mention Joan of Arc, and in that brief outline, Joan of Arc is portrayed as a person with supernatural abilities. A person whose behavior is colored by the Acts of the Saints makes him and his deeds have no authenticity."

Everyone said "Yeah".

Pierre Cochon continued: "In his historical play "Henry VI", the great British playwright Shakespeare described Joan of Arc as a witch with the ability to exorcise ghosts. Shakespeare followed the view of Joan of Arc as a religious heresy, which is not unrelated to his British identity. After all, it was the British who colluded with the church and sent Joan to the stake of."

Sisi Yuhan said, "Is this too much?"

Pierre Cochon smiled wryly and said: "It's okay for the British to be too much, even the French themselves are too much. Our famous French writer Voltaire once wrote a lyric poem "Girl". In the poem, the Enlightenment master, with his usual witty and humorous style, adds various romances to Joan of Arc (such as the ambiguous relationship between a certain marshal and Joan of Arc that everyone mentioned), and portrays Joan of Arc as the ambiguous girlfriend of a certain marshal It is not at all conceivable that this is the saint who was feared by the enemy and was chosen by Saint Denis to endow the virtue of chastity. Therefore, for a long time, this long poem of Voltaire left people with a frivolous impression of Joan of Arc. , even when many aristocrats mentioned the nickname of Joan of Arc—the word "girl", they immediately thought of the obscene and obscene meaning of this word."

He sighed: "This situation was not changed until Napoleon came to power!"