blogombal Chapter 157 Pazuzu
Chapter 157 Pazuzu
Chapter 157 Pazuzu
The following morning.
Washington Parish Library.
This is an old building with gray-white stone walls, dark green windows, and several Latin characters engraved above the door.
Two stone lions stand at the entrance, their faces somewhat mottled from the rain.
Father Iller completed the registration process, received two temporary reading passes, and then led Chen Yuan inside.
He looked around as he walked, his head turning like a rattle-drum, his gaze sweeping from the bookshelf to the ceiling, from the ceiling to the window, and from the window to the end of the corridor.
Chen Yuan followed behind him, speechless.
"Hey, Iller, can you stop looking like a thief?"
He lowered his voice and gestured forward with his lips.
"Didn't you notice the way the administrators were looking at us?"
The receptionist, who wore reading glasses, was indeed staring at them. His gaze swept over Father Iller twice, then looked at Chen Yuan, before he lowered his head and wrote something down in his notebook.
Father Iller followed his gaze and became even more nervous.
"Performing exorcism rituals without authorization is a violation of religious rules."
He defended himself in a low voice.
"You've made me an accomplice too, so it's normal for me to be careful."
As he spoke, he continued to look around, as if afraid that someone might suddenly appear from nowhere and question him about whether he was preparing to secretly perform an exorcism.
Chen Yuan: (Asian Worker)
"Then you continue to observe, I'll go find the book first."
He turned and walked deeper into the bookshelves.
After half an hour.
A hand was placed on Father Iller's shoulder from behind.
"ah--!
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Father Iller nearly jumped up, then lurched backward and bumped into the bookshelf.
Several books slid off the shelf and landed on the floor with a "thud, thud, thud".
He clutched his heart, gasping for breath, his face deathly pale.
Turning around, I found it was Chen Yuan.
"You...you..."
Father Iller pointed at him, his fingers trembling.
"Can't you have any sense of propriety?!"
Chen Yuan blinked innocently.
"I've been looking for you for ages."
Father Iller took a few deep breaths and finally recovered.
He stood up, leaning on the bookshelf, and glared at Chen Yuan.
"Have you gained anything?"
"certainly."
Chen Yuan shook the notebook in his hand.
He copied it from an old book he found on the bookshelf; it was densely written on several pages.
"Then let's leave quickly."
Father Iller felt that if he stayed any longer, he would have a serious heart problem.
Having been a priest for so many years, I have always been conscientious and diligent, never late or leaving early, and never violating church rules.
He was about to retire when Chen Yuan led him to do this kind of thing.
Sneaking into the parish library to look up exorcism information felt like being a thief.
Where does he put his old face?
Chen Yuan looked at his guilty expression and was speechless.
The two left the library and walked towards St. George's Church.
Father Iller walked along the road like a startled rabbit.
Upon seeing an acquaintance walking towards him, he quickly turned his head away, pretending to admire the scenery along the roadside.
The man greeted him, but he pretended not to hear and quickened his pace.
Chen Yuan followed behind him, silently watching this scene.
Finally, the moment Father Iller stepped into the George Street, he completely relaxed.
He let out a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Then he remembered his business and turned to ask.
"What did you find out?"
Chen Yuan looked at his surviving appearance and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"The demon possessing Regan is named Pazuzu."
"Pazuzu?"
Father Iller pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
"Never heard of it."
"Pazuzu originates from Sumerian mythology and is the god of the southeast wind, who brings high temperatures and locust plagues."
Chen Yuan spoke slowly, as if reciting an ancient scripture.
"Although he was an evil god, the Sumerians used his statues as amulets to drive away other weaker demons."
"so what?"
Father Iller listened, still stunned.
"This means Pazuzu is a coward."
Chen Yuan smiled slightly.
He only dares to appear before demons weaker than himself.
"He gets scared when he encounters someone stronger than him."
Father Iller:
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What is this?
A bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong?
"After checking the information, I discovered something else."
Chen Yuan's smile deepened.
"It was once sealed away by Saint Joseph."
"Saint Joseph?"
Father Iller paused for a moment.
"Is it that statue in the church?"
"Of course not."
Chen Yuan looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"It's the real Saint Joseph!"
Father Iller:
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What does this mean?
Father Iller didn't react.
"What does that mean?"
"This means it's time to need you, Iller."
Chen Yuan patted him on the shoulder earnestly.
"Does our church have any items related to St. Joseph?"
"Yes, I have."
Father Iller nodded.
"Didn't I just say that there's a statue of Saint Joseph inside the church?"
Chen Yuan:
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He stared at Father Iller and remained silent for two seconds.
"Would you let me take it to an exorcism?"
"Of course not!"
Father Iller immediately shook his head, shaking it like a rattle-drum.
The statue of the Virgin Mary has been desecrated and is still in Morgana.
The statue of St. Joseph is the only intact statue in the church; we absolutely cannot allow any more damage to it.
Chen Yuan: (Asia-Asia)
"Can you borrow it?"
"Borrow what?"
"Those things of Saint Joseph."
Chen Yuan patiently explained.
"Statues won't do, but anything else will do—badges, portraits, holy tablets, anything."
Father Iller thought for a moment.
Will you return it?
"certainly."
Chen Yuan looked righteous.
"I understand the principle of returning borrowed items."
"Then I can borrow it."
Chen Yuan:
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When Father Iller returned to the church, panting, and arrived at Chen Yuan's dormitory, Chen Yuan had already packed all his belongings.
The dormitory room wasn't big; it contained a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.
The desk was covered with various items, and a pile of things lay on the bed.
Father Iller stood at the door, glanced inside, and froze.
Several white candles, some thick and some thin, looked like they had been taken from the church storeroom.
A large, copper-framed mirror, as tall as a person, with intricate patterns carved into its frame, casts an image that appears somewhat antique.
The image of Saint Joseph on the banknote is somewhat damaged, but the image itself is still relatively clear.
Saint Joseph in the box holds lilies, looking ahead with kind eyes.
A Bible, leather-bound, with yellowed pages and some wear on the edges.
There is also a cross.
No, this is not an ordinary cross.
Father Iller's gaze fell on the thing, and his lips twitched.
The cross was about the size of a palm, its entire surface shimmering silver, and its facet inlaid with colorful gemstones.
Red, blue, green, and purple, sparkling under the lights.
pompous.
That's fucking over the top.
And that copper basin.
Father Iller stared at the copper basin, feeling it looked familiar.