The next day, the villagers reluctantly said goodbye - especially all the children in the village, including the twin sisters, who followed me silently for several miles until I persuaded them to leave with a straight face.

Don't give up until you go back.

"Hey, what a headache!"

I shook my head and looked at the dirty priest's white robe with a wry smile. There were a lot of snot and tears on it. These were almost all the work of the little boy with a snotty nose. Even if I kept a straight face, he was extremely stubborn.

He grabbed my clothes and refused to let go until his parents came over and took him away.

"How is it? The priest is very interesting, isn't he?" the little ghost asked softly.

"Yeah." I nodded seriously.

The simple faces and sincere eyes were something I would never have seen in the vain world. I finally understood that what purifies my soul is not the salvation of countless lives I have saved.

, it is not affected by the sacred skills that can make people reveal the holy temperament of God, but seeing the smiling faces and simple enthusiasm that come from the heart, the coldness in the heart melts involuntarily.

Putting aside those annoying angels, for the first time I truly believed from the bottom of my heart that being a pastor is indeed a great profession.

"Where to go next?" the little ghost asked, tilting his head.
Chapter completed!