"Father, brother. Although you didn't convince me, I thought about it myself and decided not to take revenge. I want to be reincarnated. After all, since I have been able to move, I should use this time to do things that are beneficial to me."

"Just be happy when you think about it." The priest clapped his hands happily, "Thank God, good boy, you are good boy!"

"But I hope my body will see the light of day again." said the female ghost.

"Beauty, don't worry." When I called the beauty, I always felt awkward with my mask. I took it off and said to her: "Tomorrow I will take my classmates to dig out your body, and then you don't have to take revenge together. You can be a normal ghost and be reborn with peace of mind. No, I will go and dig it out by myself in a while, so that others will know."

"Thank you, brother, you dug me out tomorrow, and I can go home the day after tomorrow. When I go home and see my parents, I will be at ease. Remember my parents' phones. When I am dug out, you send them a text message with a new card to tell them where my body is, and what the person who killed me looks like, I will try my best to draw a picture with my power, and send them to them with a multi-message to find the murderer for me."

I nodded: "I can do it, don't worry."

Do it as you say it, what are you waiting for tomorrow? I secretly took a shovel from the church warehouse and went with her to the place where she died to dig out her corpse. There was not much left of the corpse. After all, it has been nearly a year and it has almost been corrupt. She looked at her corpse with an extremely serious expression.

I persuaded her, for fear that she would have the intention of taking revenge.

But she said, "So what can you do if you take revenge? I can't survive. This is the case in this world. Doing bad things kills people. If a person dies, no matter how bad things are remedy, it will be useless. If you die, you will only add one more ghost. Besides, there are not many repentant people in this world, unless you threaten them with their lives."

I didn't say anything, and kept thinking about what she said, always feeling that what she said seemed to be very reasonable, but I couldn't fully agree with it in my heart.

When I dug out her body, I went to the phone booth to buy a phone card, which was a one-time card. While calling the police, I said that a corpse appeared in the park, and sent a message to the girl's parents and a picture of the murderer.

The girl looked at me gratefully and nodded at me. I took the phone card out of the phone and put it in her hand. "Beauty, do you have anything else that has not been done? I can help you."

She shook her head, "It's nothing, please thank the priest for helping me."

Well, if you don’t say I will go to him, I said goodbye to the girl and went to the priest in the church. The priest was also holding a Bible and sitting in the seat in the church. I saw that the seat he was sitting in was right next to the marble on the ground. I lowered my head and looked at the marble on the ground. The Chinese and English fonts on it were clearly visible.

It was written on it with the name "mark glory" and "Mark Glory". The position of this foreigner was bishop. During the Boxer Rebellion, he was killed by radical Boxer Rebellionists. Under the monument, there were more than 100 men and women in the church at that time, and none of them lived.

"Is this a tombstone?" I asked.

The priest looked up and saw that I was already sitting beside him. I held the mask in my hand, but I didn't want to see him looking like a knife.

"You see, this is my tombstone, and my body is buried underneath." said the priest, "and theirs."

I noticed that when talking about "them", the priest felt deeply regretful, "These people were innocent, and of course I was, just because we all believed in Christ."

"Yes." I think I sympathize with the poor Bishop Growey, but besides sympathy, I can't help but want to complain: "It's like the cross-holy war in Europe that killed so many people, just because they don't believe in Christianity. But whether it's Christianity or Buddhism, do gods and Buddhas really exist?"

"No." The priest replied affirmatively, "The gods and gods in any religion do not exist. They just gather the power of people's faith. This power is like a ghost, a spiritual force wandering in space, gathered by the power of devout believers. Only true believers can enrich it, and only true believers can use it, which is the so-called blessing of gods."

This is the first time I know the spiritual power of religion. No wonder there are always so many miracles, Buddhist traces, Lao Tzu's appearance, Guan Gong's appearance, etc., but the same spiritual power interacts with each other and gathers and diverges. It's really magical!

"She...you know who I'm talking about, she said let me thank you, Father."

"Oh, okay, good boy, you are all very good." said the priest. "If you have any questions in the future, you can come to me. I will appear here on the night of moonlight. As long as you come, I will open the door of the church for you."
Chapter completed!