That night, Chu Dazhuang sat inside the church, his gaze fixed intently on the Seven Holy Women.
Teresa had sent the other nuns to rest. At first, she had suggested that Chu Dazhuang rest, with someone to watch over him, but he had refused.
In the church, only Chu Dazhuang and Nun Teresa remained. At the very front, there was the statue of the crucifixion of Jesus, and ahead of it stood the seven statues of the Seven Holy Women, three on the left, four on the right, each with a different expression. On every sculpture, glassy lights of various oddities were swirling, like rainbows, unspeakably beautiful.
Chu Dazhuang sat in a chair, staring at the statues in front of him, his mind devoid of other thoughts.
He remembered what he had said to the celestial maidens in heaven: as long as the incense offerings were sufficient, they would surely be resurrected.
Chu Dazhuang had always kept this in mind, but he hadn't expected the celestial maidens to manifest so swiftly.