Would your cross answer if you called it? (Seeking guaranteed monthly votes)

A faint white glow lit up from the organ keys.

On the enormous pipe organ, five manuals rose and fell in succession. Countless keys pressed themselves down, then sprang back up on their own. Solemn music resounded through the church:

"Silent night, holy night—"

Bishop Marshall was in tears. Five years. Five whole years. This was the first time he had heard music so grand, so rich and full.

The tone was even more resonant than it had been five years ago, before that great fire. The entire pipe organ seemed to have been completely reborn, playing a solemn and beautiful piece with renewed vigor.

More importantly, the keys, the pipes, every part of the organ exposed outside the wall—even the section of wall concealing the organ's body—were all giving off a faint glow.

That was holy light. That was a miracle. That was the gaze of the Lord cast down upon them!

"Lord, oh Lord—"

He murmured a few words, then lowered his voice and began singing the hymn along with the music.

At the same time, clergy members in robes of different ranks emerged from all corners of the church. Gazing at the white light rippling over the pipe organ from afar, they joined the chorus with excited expressions. Even Shen Le sang along. This song was simply too famous and too widely known; even Chinese people were familiar with it, and everyone could sing a few lines.

Bishop Marshall might have been singing in Latin, or perhaps French. Shen Le and the two cultural relic experts sang in Chinese, yet it did not sound out of place at all:

"Shepherds in the wilderness, suddenly beheld the radiance in the heavens, and heard the heavenly host sing Hallelujah."

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