Chapter 4: Into the big era

In the middle of the night, the wind suddenly rose from the sea, and the dark clouds covered the moonlight. It was dark and dark everywhere. From afar, it stood on the top of Cuiling Mountain, and the monastery of San Sebaron stood towering like a giant beast in the dark. Fearful.
The cold wind from the sea blew from the sea and penetrated into the cracks of the reefs on the shore. The whistling of the waves was high and low, and the sound of the waves hitting the reefs made the originally inaccessible coast even more eerie.
This is a coast on the edge of Cui Ling. Straight cliffs like a long sword inserted straight into the sea of ​​Südler. The back wall of the Monastery of St. Seblon follows the mountain, and is made of huge stone walls. The wall and the rugged cliffs are integrated, which has kept the monastery well protected since it was built.
But tonight, it was destined to happen. Several figures appeared on the edge of the cliff where no one should come. In the cold wind and the sound of the waves, one person dragged the other person walking on the cliff. .
Behind him, there was a person stumbling along behind him, whispering from time to time as he tripped over a raised reef.
Suddenly, the person dragged in front of him began to struggle, and at the same time a vague yell was made in his mouth. This yell was very loud, and even even on such a stormy night, it spread far away.
"For God's sake, let him shut up!" The person who followed followed yelled in horror. He ran two steps to help his companion to grab the fat figure. "He will call everyone of."
"Not anymore!"
The man in front of him suddenly picked up a sharp stone from the ground. In the dark night with almost no fingers, he could vaguely see that his hands holding the stone were raised high, and then slammed down the head of the man in front of him!
a bit! Again! Raise your arms non-stop, and fall!
The dark night obscured the face of the murderer, and the roaring wind and waves also covered the victim's painful struggle.
There was only a vague figure slipping on the ground with the hands of the stone holding up and down constantly, twisting and struggling, and finally there was no movement.
The murderer still kept lifting high sharp stones and slammed the man until he was stopped by his companion.
"He's dead," the companion pulled the crazy murderer hard, but because of the tension, the stone in the murderer's hand slammed his arm so painfully that he couldn't help but cursed "You murderer, see what you do, you will Hell. "
The murderer finally stopped, his eyes bright in the dark night.
"If you go to in the future, I think we are both together, are we accomplices?" He threatened, staring at his companion. "Are you going to be right, what should you do next? You should be clear . "
"Of course I know what to do," the companion whispered under the scratched arm, seemingly looking for excuses, and could not help distinguishing "Only by doing so, we have no other way."
"My lord, you know what to do," the murderer grasped his companion's shoulder with irony. "Don't make mistakes by then, don't forget that you haven't retreated, now come to help me, this fool can be really heavy . "
Two vague silhouettes began to hustle and bustle beside the cliff, when a long thing wrapped tightly in sackcloth rolled over from the cliff into the rolling sea, and then was swallowed by the rising wave, the two people on the cliff seemed They were all relieved.
"It's over, the sea will help us erase everything. Next, as long as we do what we said before, there will be no more problems."
"I hope as you said ..."
The two murderers whispered, and then, under the cover of the night and the wind, as they had come, quietly disappeared into the darkness.
Only one wave after another swelled high, and fell heavily on the reef hitting the shore, splashing thousands of snow and white water, and then vented to the sea.
Suddenly, a large mass of water rose from the water under the cliff. With a black shadow slamming out of the bottom of the water, a tightly wrapped long burlap bag was pulled from the water!
"Let's see what this is," the man who drilled out of the water pulled the cloth bag onto a recessed beach beneath the cliff, and then cut through the tightly tied rope with his pocket knife.
At this moment, just a touch of moonlight fell through the dark clouds.
The silver moonlight illuminates a vaguely flesh and another unexpectedly horrified face at the same time.
"My God, Deacon Moro!"
Jonini whispered silently.
With the foot of "Boom" stepped on, the wood that was originally rotten could not bear the strength, and it broke off.
Jonini looked at the two-piece paddle on the ground, and his already gloomy face was even darker.
Jonini felt too unlucky recently, or since he saved the Greek kid more than half a month ago, good luck and said goodbye.
First, the terminal tax collector asked him for trouble, and then his fishing boat was damaged in the storm a few days ago and had to be overhauled.
Because of this he owed not a small debt, he had to send a buddy.
What's worse is that the owners of several good fishing shops have declared that they have to deal with other fishing boats because he has been unable to deliver.
This made Jonini feel that all bad luck was brought by that Greek kid.
To make matters worse, the incident he encountered the night before made Giannini feel that he might have been cursed. As soon as he thought of Modillo's almost unrecognizable fat face, he was more determined that the Greek kid was a harm. The idea of ​​being fine.
"Look, this is the end of being a good person," Giorini grabbed the bottle and poured it into his mouth, shouting angrily. "I should let him die in the sea, see what I have encountered now." Something bad happened. "
"Daddy," although the remaining man hesitated, he still made up his mind, "I can't come tomorrow, and the Vantone brothers asked me to be a helper yesterday, so ..."
"Van Tony Brothers?" Giannini was furious. "It was the two brothers who robbed me of business, the brothers who were ungrateful. They forgot who helped them."
He said, slamming the broken paddle on the ground again a few times, and then he waved his hands helplessly: "Forget you to go, I'm bankrupt, I have no money to hire you, no one takes old Jonini anymore. The personalities, the Kalibo are ungrateful demons. "
What the guy wanted to say, finally shook his head or turned around and left. He walked a long way and heard Giannini complaining loudly: "Hey, this is the end of being a good person."
Joniini kept complaining in front of the half-stretched fishing boat on the shore until he saw someone walking towards him along the shore.
The man was wearing a very fat gray robe and wrapped himself tightly. A travel cloth hat with a very low edge blocked most of his face. Such a dress is very ordinary, even in a small one like Kalibo. The place will not attract attention.
When he approached, Giannini saw that the man was about forty years old. The strands of hair emerging from the cracks in the brim had been slightly gray. The perennial running left many wrinkles on his face, which made him that Zhang's slightly tough face looked softer.
"Do you have any friends?" Jonini looked at the man. No one was nearby. Naturally, he came to him. "First of all, my ship has been overhauled. Now it is the same as when it was first built. It ’s sturdy, so if you want to buy my fish, do n’t expect a price reduction. "
"It can be seen that this is a good boat," the man reached out and patted the boat gang, while turning a blind eye to the torn rod on the ground. "If I hire your boat to go to sea, what price?"
"Are you going out to sea?" Giannini squinted and seemed to smell an unusual smell. The weather is not good in this season. It is not necessary that people prefer to stay on the shore rather than go to the sea full of dangerous changes. See what your price is, you can rest assured that my mouth is very strict. "
The man nodded indifferently, took out a small purse from his robe and threw it over: "I believe this, so I found you, and your boat should not leave. Just wait for the news. Maybe we will soon go to sea."
Pulling away the slightly squeezed purse cloth rope, I saw a few small objects with golden light inside, and Jonini's mouth cracked to reveal two yellow yellow front teeth, and finally a smile appeared on the gloomy face for several days: "Listen to your orders, lord."
The middle-aged man turned around and left after a few more words.
Behind him, Giannini's smile slowly faded, looking at the back, revealing a puzzled look.
When he walked into the dean's room with a plate, Ding Mu saw the dean praying in front of the cross kneeling on the wall with his back to the door. The afternoon sun shone through the tall window, which was projected on the dean's hair. The top of his head looked like a halo.
Although I have heard too many legends about the church's luxuries and luxuries in this era, Ding Mu cannot but admit that the experience of these days, the Monastery of San Sebaron was not contaminated with that kind of depraved habits.
The entire monastery always regarded Benedict's canon of observing strictness and poverty as the highest rule, and even the monastery was happy. As a young man, he became an idiot Modillo because of a stroke. Seriously speaking and Not a monk in the monastery.
Although like many monks here, he was sent to San Seballon from an early age, but Modillo did not become a monk, but became a deacon of the monastery, which not only did he not have to follow the boring and strict requirements of other monks. Admonishment, but can also go out at will through such common duties as levying tithes for the monastery and purchasing various required goods.
It's just that Modillo is crazy. No one goes to the city anymore, and the life of the monastery is even more bitter.
As usual, putting the plate with food on a small table by the door just about to leave, the monastery unexpectedly said: "Alexander."
Ding Mu froze for a moment before remembering that this was calling him.
"Adult Dean," learning the habits of this era, Ding Mu tried to make himself as complimentary as possible. There was no way to warn the monk that the whip was not a vegetarian. "What do you command."
Looking at the plate in the distance, the monastery said slightly tiredly, "Bring the plate to my child."
Ding Mu obeyed his orders. When he put the plate in front of the dean, he noticed that the dean's arm seemed inconvenient when he reached for the glass.
"How long have you been in San Sebastian," the Dean asked suddenly.
"Twenty-three days later, Dean Master."
Ding Mu blurted out, and then saw the chief looking at him a little playful.
"Remember very clearly," the dean said slowly. "The desire to leave here is so strong that makes me a little unhappy."
Ding Mu opened his mouth, but could not think of any explanation.
At the same time, the dean's keenness also made him a little uneasy.
People in this era may not be as good as him, but they are not stupid.
This is a lesson for Ding Mu. He reminded himself that he must be cautious in the future, and must not be forgotten because he thinks he has common sense over a few hundred years.
Perhaps the next carelessness, waiting for him may be a sudden danger.
"Boy, I know that you have suffered a lot before. It must be very difficult for you to escape from the East. You must have seen too much misfortune. But everything has passed and you are safe here." The dean looked at Ding Mu. "What I asked is what do you think you should do in the future?"
Ding Mu was stunned. Of course, he had considered what he should do in the future, and he had been thinking about how to return to his own time.
It was just that the Abbey suddenly asked him this question, which made him instinctively alert.
Here, you must always remember that you are a "foreigner".
"I want to find my family."
Ding Mu said cautiously that when he first arrived in Saint-Sabaron, in order not to make people suspicious, Ding Mu got inspiration from the Gila, who also came from the east, and compiled a set of life that is not easy to be seen.
According to his statement, he was to avoid the war and the pagans and their parents fled from Crete to the Eastern Romans in Europe, and they were separated from their loved ones because they were in Shanghai.
In fact, there are many East Roman refugees as described by Ding Mu in this era. As early as more than half a century ago, as the Ottoman Empire ’s iron rides swept through the last few strongholds of the East Roman Empire, they even approached Constantine. Since that time, many Romans who realized that the empire was about to usher in the end began to flee to the European continent opposite the Mediterranean.
This wave of escape has continued for many years, so Ding Mu has no difficulty in describing himself as such a fugitive.
What's more, it is not easy to figure out the origin of a person in this era. The whole of Europe is like a huge turbulent turbulence at this time. War and turmoil will sweep every inch of land anytime and anywhere, and Italy is almost the center of this vortex .
So Ding Mu believes that as long as he is careful, he will not be exposed.
Ding Mu's answer did not seem to be beyond the expectation of the dean. He nodded: "It is of course to find my parents. I believe God will guide you." Having said this, the monastery looked at Ding Mu seriously. "Speaking of this, I Think someone can help you, remember the person you met in the yard before? "
Seeing Ding Mu nodded, the dean said again: "That man is a businessman, a devout believer, and has seen many people in many places. If he is willing to help you, maybe he will let you see your parents again."
Ding Mu was secretly stunned. He didn't understand why the abbey suddenly became enthusiastic. Although accepted, Ding Mu did not think that the dean was a generous and kind person.
Thinking about the dispute between the two people who happened to be heard before, Ding Mu felt that things might not be as simple as what the dean said.
"You can serve him as a servant, he will be a generous and impartial master," the dean still tried to impress Ding Mu. "If you are willing to follow him, there are things that I need you to do."
"Listen to you, the dean." Ding Mu replied carefully. Before he knew the purpose of the dean, he decided to adapt.
"A letter," the monastery picked up a tight seal from the table, which was covered with a complex heraldic envelope. "I sent this letter to the Bishop of Palermo for me, although this matter Modillo should be allowed to do it, but the poor child can't take care of himself now, and God bless him. "
Looking at the monastery's habit of making a cross on his chest, Ding Mu hesitated before reluctantly following the gesture.
"I'm willing to send you a letter, dean lord."
Ding Mu finally made up his mind that as long as he can leave this place like a cage, Ding Mu is still willing to take a risk.
"Oh," the abbey shook his hand holding the envelope slightly, as if hearing some good news, but handed it over and stopped again. "But one thing might be a trouble. This is for Palermo. The bishop ’s Jin letter must be served by even the personnel according to the teaching method. "
Although it ’s not clear what the teaching method is, but just listen to the name to know that it is very tall, Ding Mu could n’t help but stunned, he even flashed in his mind:
Does this old monk want to deceive himself to be a monk with him
thought .
But immediately he realized that this idea was ridiculous, after all, he was also important to make a monastery so painstaking.
"You can borrow the name of the Modillo brothers. I believe that if he knows, he will be willing to help you," the monastery finally said his long-awaited purpose. "You do n’t have to worry about being punished, because you can use it. To travel in your own name, as long as you arrive in Palermo, as the deacon of the San Sebalon church, send this letter to the Bishop.
"After that, sir, UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Ding Mu seemed a little bit tempted. "Can I travel with that businessman to find my parents?"
"Of course, you can make your own decision by then, and this is the reward for sending you a letter."
Dean took two Florin from the desk drawer with slightly mixed colors and handed it to Ding Mu.
During receiving the gold coins, Ding Mu was sure to hear the monk murmur in a language he didn't understand: "Come in the dust, return to the dust."
"Go find your parents and family, I believe God will guide you the way you should go," Ding Mu waved his hand at the door, when the door was closed, the monastery slowly raised his sleeves, revealing a cut by a sharp weapon , Arms that have become red and swollen.
In the early morning of March 13, 1496, Ding Mu walked out of the Monastery of Saint Seballon.
Looking at the middle-aged man standing far from the door of the monastery, Ding Mu raised a lingering suspicion in his heart.
He didn't believe that the person named Kunto was really a businessman, and even he doubted the authenticity of Kunto's name.
But now he wants to travel with this person.
In the name of not allowing personal belongings in the monastery, the dean ordered the confiscation of the pitiful things on Ding Mu's body. He could only leave in the original modal monk's robe.
When Ding Mu and Kun Tuo's figures completely disappeared in the morning mist, they stood in front of the window and watched their distant monastery open a thick log, writing a few words quoted by countless people after many years:
"On March 13, 1496, one of our brothers, Joel Modillo, followed God ’s revelation to him, leaving the high wall that had nurtured him and protected him since birth, and his destination was Paler Mo ’s Bishop ’s Palace, but I know that is by no means his end. "