The end of the church
I returned back again, the Spain old church. The leader of the robber group spoke to me, ‘you’ll live, and you’ll learn that a man shouldn’t be so stupid. Two years ago, I had a recurrent dream that I should dug at the root of the sacristy, and I would find a hidden treasure.’ (P 162-163)The sentences he told me once I was stood, the ruined church. The church was still here. The sycamore’s leaves were shook seemed like welcome me. My heart was flowed as the wind. It was a beautiful spot. The old church was surrounded by trees and the sycamore was the leader of trees as the chief. And I already knew the treasure was slept under the sycamore, the light was shined me couldn’t open my eyes. I was so happy that there was no world could describe it. As the English man said ‘when you want something with all your heart, that’s when you are closest to the Soul of the World. It’s always a positive force.’(P 78)