'Knowledge?'
Inside the side chamber of the underground tomb, Vanya, the last survivor of the entire Holy Relic Recovery Squad, looked at the word printed on the *Shining Light Holy Canon* in her hand with some astonishment. In her memory, she had never written such a word on her own Holy Canon.
The *Shining Light Holy Canon* is a classic text that every Shining Light Church clergy member possesses and even carries with them. Many devout believers keep a copy at home. Both clergy and believers often read and contemplate it. Such an important religious text is naturally not allowed to be written or drawn on privately. Vanya was no exception; she had never written such a word on her Holy Canon.
So... how did this word suddenly appear?
'Could it be... this is the enlightenment God gave me?'
This was the first thought that arose in Vanya's mind. The reason she had this thought was simple: before opening the book, she had already prayed for God to give her a way to escape, and then shortly after opening the Holy Canon, she saw this word.
'Could this be what the senior monks spoke of, 'Can devout people find enlightenment in the Holy Canon?' So... so the method of enlightenment is this direct? I originally thought it was all about pondering the holy will within the lines of the scripture...'
Looking at the word that suddenly appeared on the Holy Canon, Vanya thought this way. She had never imagined that the so-called "enlightenment" would appear in this form.
After receiving the enlightenment, Vanya was first excited, then became confused. While receiving enlightenment was good, Vanya at this moment did not understand the meaning of this enlightenment.
'Knowledge? God's enlightenment for me to save myself is knowledge? What... what exactly does this mean? Saint Child, Holy Mother, Saint Father, Save the World... whoever among you is giving me this enlightenment, can You... please make it clearer...'
Vanya thought confusedly, and at this moment, a voice of complaint came from outside the side chamber again.
"Damn it... there's so little stuff in this room? There are so many bottles and jars, it's troublesome to go through them one by one."
"Then don't go through them slowly, just smash them all. Don't waste time, let's finish quickly!"
"Okay..."
While saying this, a crashing sound of breaking could be heard from outside the wall. Hearing this sound, Vanya couldn't help but feel both panicked and angry.
'Don't smash them, those are relics! Damn it... if this continues, they'll come over! God, how can knowledge save me? Can Your enlightenment be clearer? What is the use of this knowledge?'
Gazing at the sudden word on the Holy Canon, Vanya questioned in her heart. The more she focused on that word, the more she felt a peculiar sensation.
This sensation suddenly gave Vanya a strange idea: to write a response with a pen.
'Write a response with a pen...'
Murmuring... the desperate Vanya decided to follow that inexplicably born idea. She took out a fountain pen she carried with her and wrote a sentence under that word.
"Lord, please enlighten me, what is the use of knowledge?"
Vanya's words were written on the Holy Canon, and then she immediately saw a strange scene. The words she had written, like water droplets falling onto soil, actually penetrated directly into the page and completely disappeared, while the word that remained on the Holy Canon page emitted a strange purple light.
...
At night, in the apartment building near Nanyang Flower Road, Igwinte.
Dorothy, having finished dinner, was sitting in front of her desk, looking at the form in her hand by the light of the lamp on the desk, wanting to choose her social practice project.
After choosing for a while, Dorothy had basically decided on the project and put a checkmark under the project she had chosen.
The name of the project was: Orphanage Tutor.
'Hmm... thinking it over, this is the only one. Dorothy used to be a private tutor and has some experience, so there should be no problem, right?'
Looking at the form in her hand, Dorothy thought this way. In her memory, Dorothy, who had learned to read early and excelled in school, often used her knowledge to earn a little money. Her main methods were helping in the village by reading and writing letters and going to town to be a private tutor, helping the children of wealthy families with their studies. She was once a small teacher. Because she had experience as a private tutor, Dorothy chose this orphanage tutor social practice project.
"Hmm~ Finally decided. I'll go check it out on the weekend. I hope I don't encounter any troublesome kids then."
Dorothy thought this way, then put away the form, stretched, and prepared to go out for a walk.
However, at this moment, the system in her mind suddenly spoke up again unexpectedly.
'Detected a prayer guided by a medium. Please check the medium to determine the prayer content.'
'Prayer guided by a medium? What the hell is that?' Hearing the system's voice, Dorothy's expression froze. She sat up straight in her chair and asked the system, and the system immediately responded.
'There is a prayer sent through a medium.'
'Medium... what medium?'
'Locating the medium.'
Along with the system's response, she immediately sensed something spiritually. It was the briefcase she kept in her closet, usually used to hold cult items.
Dorothy immediately walked to the closet, opened it, and took out the briefcase from deep inside. She placed it on the ground, entered the password, and unlocked it with the key. After opening the briefcase, she rummaged through it for a while and then found the item the system had precisely located for her.
It was a book with a bronze embroidered cover, which was the "wen hai hang zhi".
'It's this thing...'
Picking up the book, Dorothy placed it on her desk and flipped through it page by page, finally stopping after flipping to one page.
On this page, a handwriting that did not belong to Dorothy suddenly appeared.
"Lord, please enlighten me, what is the use of knowledge?"
'This... is a prayer? Why would a prayer suddenly appear in this book? What happened?'
Looking at the text that appeared on the page, Dorothy couldn't help but think, and then suddenly she recalled the words she had written in the book a few days ago.
"Knowledge."
Combining this with the content that appeared in the book this time, an idea suddenly emerged in her mind.
'Could it be that the word that swam out was seen by someone in another text, and they wrote me a reply? Is that the meaning of the so-called connection between text and books? Will messages written by others towards that text be fed back into this book? But the appraisal didn't mention these functions before?'
Thinking this, Dorothy opened the appraisal technique again and looked at the book before her. She found that the previous appraisal result was obtained when the book had not been injected with "enlightenment". After injecting "enlightenment" Spirituality, the book's functions should increase. Opening the appraisal technique now should show different results.
Indeed, this time, Dorothy saw a more detailed appraisal result for the "wen hai hang zhi".
"wen hai hang zhi"
"A harbor for text, a book that allows text to sail towards the book-sea. Text sails in the book-sea powered by 'enlightenment'. After the 'enlightenment' is consumed, it will remain on the current text and establish a connection between that text and the navigation record, allowing for communication through writing. The text staying on the text has an enlightening effect, allowing the viewer to understand the text's usage."
"The more 'enlightenment' is injected, the farther the text can sail. After mastering 'book-sea navigation', the user can control the text's direction, allowing it to accurately enter the specified text."