Walking into the cave, the torches on both sides became the main light source, and the beeping sound filled the entire cave with a strong smell of pine oil.

The cave has turned several bends, and there are dedicated people guarding each bend, as well as firepower strongholds. Fang Dang even found several hidden firepower points, and even gunpowder burial points used to blow up the cave.

From this perspective, it is indeed armed here, and it is indeed a pity to use the terrain perfectly, and it is indeed a pity to discard it.

After walking in the narrow cave for about five minutes, the space in front of Fang Dang suddenly became spacious and bright.

There are actually LED lights in the cave.

With a lamp, it means there is electricity. Sure enough, Fang Dang heard a buzzing sound, which should be the sound of the generator.

The space is also wider, and various modern equipment appears in Fang Dang's vision.

Continue moving forward, the space above my head also became widened. Fang Dang discovered that the Holy Light Sect had actually hollowed out the mountain and laid out many stone buildings inside. It looked like a huge cave, with windows of all sizes densely embedded on the huge stones.

I don’t know how much time it took to have more resources. If it were someone else, I would never be willing to give up easily.

People can be seen at every window, and many people are busy. The cave is even introduced by skylight, and bright lights are cast down from unknown equipment on the top and shine on the vegetables planted in various corners.

A stream was also introduced and gathered into a small deep pond with extremely clear water quality and plump swimming fish rising and floating inside.

Apart from the poor air and always buzzing noise, this cave can almost be said to have no major shortcomings. It is completely free to accommodate thousands of people. It has to be said that this is another outdoor paradise constructed by humans.

After the destruction of the human civilization world, people from all over the world used their wisdom to create survival homes.

If the earth will not be destroyed, these will be all the seeds of civilization. After a thousand years, who can be sure that these seeds will not bloom with new life and continue human civilization again?

Qin walked forward without going straight into the cave, but walked along a small path around the cave and came to an altar. In the middle of the altar was a statue of the Holy Lord. A ray of sky light hung down and landed on the statue of the Holy Lord, which was nearly three meters high, separated by his hands, like a cross.

The statue of the Holy Lord looked sad, and looked down with mercy.

It seems that we are watching the suffering of sentient beings and thinking hard about ways to solve the suffering.

Fang Dang saw the statue of the Holy Lord. The statue of the Holy Lord moved slightly in Fang Dang's eyes and also looked at Fang Dang, and the two looked at each other.

This is just a trance that others cannot feel. The statue has never been moved, and he has never seen Fang Dang.

Only Fang Dang knew that the Holy Lord crossed the unknown distance of the star field just now and glanced at him.

At this time, hundreds of children were already here. I don’t know if they were here usually, or if they were waiting here in advance today. Each of these children had a stool, and a teacher was teaching them to read and pronounce.

Hearing Fang Dang and Qin's footsteps, the children turned their heads and looked over.

Their eyes were clear, and their big eyes looked innocent. After seeing their guardian Qin and Fang Dang, all of these children laughed and greeted Qin and Fang Dang.

Obviously, they like Fang Dang very much. After all, Fang Dang saved them twice, and there was no reason why these children didn't like Fang Dang.

The originally serious atmosphere in the classroom was destroyed in an instant. The middle-aged nanny in black robe sighed, shook her head slightly, and closed the book in her hand. Obviously, today's course could no longer continue.

Then the nanny nodded to Fang Dang and left silently.

"When does it begin?"

Fang Dang asked.

Qin patted the children who gathered here, looked at them lovingly and said, "You can start anytime."

"I think you have a pretty good defense here. Even if the Black Crusaders attack again, you should be able to deal with it."

Fang Dang walked along the way, and the mountain was as solid as it was. Unless the entire mountain was blown up, it would be almost impossible to attack here. Even those who projected the skylight were some unknown machine, not just making holes in the mountain.

At this time, ten jihadists gathered, including men and women. Except for the four middle-aged people, they were basically strong young people.

These jihadists were dressed in different clothes and had different skin colors. The only thing they were similar was that they all wore silver-white crosses.

The leader was Deacon Martha. At this time, she was wearing shiny steel armor and carrying two long swords on her back, showing a heroic look.

This is not the first time Fang Dang has seen Martha, although they haven't greeted each other much.

Martha said, "Mr. Fang, it's great that you can come. We are really not afraid of attacks from outside. The buildings in the mountains have strong enough defense capabilities. What we are afraid of is that when the real demon Satan senses the praise of the choir, the soldiers who directly projected the Black Crusade came here. If there are too many Black Crusade warriors, we may not be able to deal with it. We are not willing to die, and these saints must not make any mistakes."

Fang Dang couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this. What is the magical power of space?

After crossing the distant interstellar world, he can still use his magical powers in space? This true demon Satan is too strong.

Fang Dang didn't say much, nor did he ask why the true demon Satan could sense the praises of these saints. The reason was obvious. These saints had fallen into the hands of the Black Crusaders. The Black Crusaders would definitely attack one or even a few of them and do some means to make their position and even their behavior constantly perceived by the Black Crusaders.

This method must be very secretive, and even those saints who have been tampered with will not know.

Fang Dang said directly: "You guys are ready! When will I start notifying me?"

Fang Dang looked for a stone and sat down, closed his eyes and rested. No accident, there should be a fierce battle in a while.

It is really difficult to fight in this mountain belly, not only to protect the children, but also to find ways to protect the buildings here.

Fang Dang must deal with it with the fullest spirit and state.

Martha and Qin looked at each other, then looked at the children.

"Ring the holy bell, call people over and prepare to start the mass!"

Deacon Martha ordered.

The bell rang, and the people in the entire cave stopped their work, walked out of the cave, and slowly gathered next to the altar.

The people here also have different skin colors, obviously from all regions, and people come to the altar with pious hearts.

And the saints stood on the altar and under the statue of the Holy Lord.

All this was carried out in an orderly manner, and it was obviously not the first time that Mass was held here.

But it can be seen that these devout believers are all very excited. It is not their first time to have Mass, but it is the first time that a saint child has participated in.

When everyone stood around the altar, the saints were also ready in their own position.

A bishop in a white robe and a white hat walked out and stood on the altar.

The bishop looked over sixty years old, with a sallow face and a little haggard. It was obvious that he had some patients in his body, and he was suffering from hard work.

However, although he was haggard, his mental state was very good at this time, and his eyes looked bright and energetic.

With the arrival of the bishop, everyone shut their mouths, and the entire altar, nearly two thousand people, were silent, staring at their most respected bishop.

The bishop looked around everyone and slowly spoke, "The Holy Lord knows our suffering, and he empathizes it. Two thousand years ago, he sent his son to us and dedicated his precious life for our welfare. Two thousand years later, we are still grateful for the kindness of the Holy Lord and the Son. We are willing to risk our lives and contribute everything to the Holy Lord and the Son."

The bishop said, and the believers below repeated the sentence, each of whom closed his eyes, clasped his hands and placed his fists on his forehead, pious and focused.

In Fang Dang's eyes, strands of faith power flew out from the foreheads of these believers, floating towards the statue of the Holy Lord.

Fang Dang has done a lot of such things, but after seeing the power of faith of these people, Fang Dang realized why the Holy Lord did not want to give up this temple.

The people here are so devout, and everyone's faith is very thick and bright.

This kind of faith that is completely from the heart, without any interference, and has been passed down for many years is quite powerful. Fang Dang also created statues to accommodate believers, but those believers provide no more than one tenth of these believers.

The main thing is to pass on time. When a belief is passed down through bloodlines from generation to generation, it will slowly be integrated into the bones and blood. These believers have been the most devout believers since they were born, and they contribute their faith to the Holy Lord throughout their lives.

The Holy Lord provides support to their souls, allowing them to have a firm New Year and a spiritual will that is not easily defeated.

It can be said that this is an equivalent exchange. For ordinary people, having a belief is not a bad thing. At least when you are the most lonely and helpless, there is a god willing to accompany you.

But for a cultivator, this belief is a huge obstacle to the road ahead.

What cultivators pursue is a free soul, and faith imprisons the soul.

At this time, the singing of the saints' children sounded, and began to praise the Holy Lord, and the void began to shake accordingly.

"Our Father, today, your child is silent and praying here, with a heart of gratitude and praise. You must count the rich anointing you poured from your throne of heaven in the year..."

Fang Dang narrowed his eyes slightly, and he knew that if the Black Crusaders were coming, it would be almost the present.

The voices of the saints are tender and ethereal, and the songs are also skillful and melodious, echoing in this grotto for a long time.

The statue of the Holy Lord began to gradually shine and warm light projected out. Everyone was bathed in this light and felt extremely comfortable. They seemed to be soaked in warm water. Even the buoyancy of the earth seemed to be minimal, and they were about to float up.

Many believers who have illnesses or are injured are constantly recovering and repairing under this light.
Chapter completed!