The first thousand one hundred and fifty-three chapters are not good for the long night
It was getting late, and the Temple of War was closed for rest, so Shandora and I, led by Mr. Lei, prepared to leave the temple (which can also be called a church). Before leaving, we said goodbye to Eva: the latter would not
After leaving, she lived in the church. It was not because the maids of the God of War must strictly abide by the rules and regulations and could not leave the temple due to their holy status. It was just because the rent in the capital was too expensive, and Eva happened to be the mayor of the temple area since she was a child.
So she simply lived in the church...
As for Mr. Lei, the high priest of the God of War, whose status is second only to the Pope, he lives in a dormitory: both his father and grandson are outsiders.
The above is the reason why two of the most distinguished religious and spiritual leaders of Azure Star choose to live in the mission area all year round.
I always feel that the above situation should not appear in such a holy paragraph, let alone anything related to any of the above words such as "god, saint, priest, church", etc. Why should it be quite obvious?
The serious background sounds to me like it happened in a staff dormitory of a small garment factory thirty miles away from the city?
I'm also a little curious about why religious leaders like Lei and Eva, who can be said to be less than one person than tens of thousands of people, would choose to live in a dormitory in the mission district because of such nonsense as "the rent in the capital is too expensive" before leaving the church.
After that, I couldn't help but asked out of curiosity, but I didn't expect that Mr. Lei just said it matter-of-factly: "Because we have no money."
Seeing that Shandora and I both looked surprised, this old man who was always a little serious repeated in all seriousness: "If you don't have money, most of God's servants will choose to live in the mission area. That's why
The church district provides free housing and daily necessities for missionaries. This is the only benefit we can seek for ourselves in the name of God. Apart from that, any supplies beyond what is necessary for survival must be solved by ourselves. Is it possible that we have to find ways to solve it ourselves?
Is this incredible?"
"Well, that's true in a way," I smiled and shrugged. "When I saw your Temple of War, my first impression was that the church should be the richest group in the world. I didn't expect that it would still be like this."
"Of course the church has wealth," Lei spread his hands, as if holding up the whole world. "Because we manage this planet for God. As God's stewards, we hold the key to the master's treasure house, and the church as a whole is the establishment of
On the basis of all the wealth that the gods have given to mankind, so temples and statues should be resplendent. This is the gratitude that mortals must give back to God: in order to thank him for giving us this world. But missionaries must isolate themselves from these wealth
, we must clearly realize that we are only managing it and have no right to enjoy it. Compared with material wealth, we are already extremely rich in spirit and soul: because we stand closest to God. What’s more, compared with those
People who need to work day and night to survive, we only need to pray and preach to have food and clothing, which is already a great blessing."
When Lei said these words, it was completely natural. There was no pretense at all, nor did he use an exaggerated tone to show how pious he was. However, just like this, I was even more shocked by how much spirituality faith can bring.
Power: It can completely sublimate a person - as long as this belief is sincere enough, it can even make a mortal transcend the shackles of the material world. Perhaps on the Blue Star, those ordinary believers who have such devout beliefs as Lei actually do not
Maybe most of the mortal believers cannot escape the temptation of the secular world after all, but Lei’s living example let me know that those "promoted" people who can be selected to enter the star realm and live with the real gods
How did "the" come about?
Perhaps after the old man in front of me is summoned by the Lord, he will be like the servants of God who are promoted from mortal believers in the Star Realm God Realm. He will become a slave god beside Ilson, and together with the master he follows loyally...
...It's a pity that I couldn't think about it anymore as soon as I thought about 123. The exclamation accumulated in more than a hundred words collapsed in an instant. Mr. Lei, are you really willing to be summoned by that cheating master?
?
Your summons from Dingdang are stronger than those from 123! At least the Goddess of Life has more cute girls! It is said that the servants of that guy 123 are all macho men with waist sizes starting at 3 feet 3! Old man, your body can handle it...
...Sorry, it seems that Ilson does have the aura of being a long-range cheater. Even though he is thousands of miles away, just the thought of his name in my mind instantly made me think...
I couldn't help but think of the five protoss gang who spent the whole day eating and drinking at home and helped me spend money. I didn't think anything of it before, but now an old man with an almost glorious image suddenly appeared in front of me.
, I realized in an instant how lazy, idle, trouble-making, absurd and unjust a group of gods the gods at home are. Seeing that a mortal believer is more model-spirited for the new era than those gods, as a charterer, I
I feel so sad, why is that fellow 123 not as enlightened as one of my men? Compared with those five, the only distance between the old man in front of me and becoming a Buddha is that the back of his head cannot shine...
"Arjun, I really think you sigh too much," Sandora suddenly poked my arm, "And to be honest, when the five of them started making noise, when did you calm down more than they did?"
I:"……"
By the way, I still have the reputation of being a holy father, but I don’t seem to be doing anything that a holy father should do: except taking care of the children.
This is already inside the church district, the most sacred place in the entire Blue Star. Walking on the quiet streets here with Sandora, I feel that those "curious little eyes" in the distance have been reduced a lot. Even if there are still, they can only
Looking at it from a distance. Maybe the authorities of Blue Star and the group of scientists (including Mr. Qiao, who was never seen again as soon as he left the church) are still discussing the matter of extraterrestrial visitors enthusiastically, but for Sandora and I now
For me, those are all trivial details that don’t need to be paid attention to. After knowing that this world turned out to be the territory of 123, the value of attention to the actions of the local indigenous people to me and Sandora instantly dropped by several percentage points. Because we knew that they
No matter how hard you try, it won't cause much water splash.
I just need to think carefully about what the sudden intrusion of the Fifth Fleet will have on the world: maybe it will change the course of their entire civilization. But then again... well, there are 123 anyway.
The sufferer has a headache, why should I think so much, right?
"I don't care where I sleep today, I just want to know when I can have dinner..."
When I was in a trance, Sandora suddenly pinched my arm again. She whispered aggrievedly, "Ajun, I said I was hungry half a century ago..."
I sweated profusely: How far have we just walked after coming out of the church? Sandora is like this, she really deserves to be eaten. So I quickly raised my hand to greet Mr. Lei: "What, don't waste time. It looks like
My girlfriend is really hungry - have you prepared some food?"
Mr. Lei was stunned for a moment. He was probably still not used to such a distinctive way of speaking from an extraterrestrial visitor. Then he saw Sandora grinding her teeth and nodded hurriedly: "Oh, oh, of course, there is a special person to arrange it, but please understand, it's expensive."
After all, Fang is a bit... special. Our expert team seems to have a headache as to what food should be used to entertain you. Joe believes that alien creatures should have a completely different digestion method from humans on Azur Star. Maybe the food on our planet may not be suitable for you.
Appetite, but because I didn’t have the opportunity to ask this detailed question before... In short, the expert team is collecting food samples that can be found around the world, maybe..."
"No need to go to such trouble at all," I patted Shandora's waist proudly, "My girlfriend eats everything. I'm taking Master Kong with me myself - and you are right, the expert team is not thorough in their work.
Since you don’t understand, why don’t you just ask me directly?”
Mr. Lei glanced at me: "Please understand that until five o'clock in the afternoon, no one in the expert group thought that the first problem to be solved after contact with aliens was how to cook. This topic was still in the academy.
A cook thought of it..." Speaking of this, Lei spread his hands in embarrassment: "There are specialties in the art, and normal scientists are busy studying how your spacecraft can jump outside the star system in an instant."
When I heard it, it was indeed true. There are many aliens in Hollywood blockbusters, but have you seen how many countries’ governments could think of what to cook tonight when they first came into contact with aliens?
I glanced at Shandora beside me, who looked expectant, and thought to myself, I'm afraid that the experts and scholars at Blue Star have to consider more than just frying "a few" dishes...
After hearing Shandora and I's request, Mr. Lei of course did not waste any time. He immediately took out a small oval-shaped object and pressed it to his ear - this thing might be a phone - and began to order the relevant personnel to prepare for the reception.
Regarding the meals for the alien guests, I kept reminding them: "Be more prepared, prepare more, and just ask them to come according to the standards of a state banquet..."
I heard Shandora twisting my arm desperately from behind, which was so embarrassing. This is true. I guess that if my current performance is raised to a political perspective, it will basically discredit the people of the empire - but what can I do?
It doesn't matter if I risk my life, I can't let Sandora starve anyway.
So Mr. Lei asked the staff with a subtle expression to take out all the prepared things, and then led us to the large canteen set up inside the church area.
Well, to be polite, this is called the "Holy Communion Chapel".
"This is the place where Holy Communion is held on the rest days blessed by the God of War." After leading us to the domed building, Mr. Lei proudly pointed to the circular dining room, where sumptuous meals had been prepared -
—Although I didn’t recognize anyone on the table except for the plates—and there were a few familiar faces present to accompany me. And many junior priests in monastic robes were continuing to put various kinds of strange tableware on them.
The colorful food was brought to the table. Mr. Qiao, who had disappeared as soon as he left the church, suddenly stood at the table and waved to Sandora and I enthusiastically: "Oh, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you must try me.
It's something I personally prepared, and I spent many years researching it to confirm the perfect universal flavor scrambled eggs..."
"If he hadn't made outstanding contributions in researching anti-gravity equalizers, he would definitely be the first senior clergyman to be expelled from the General Administration of Space Exploration." Lei whispered in my ear.
I finally know how that weird old man who was able to study alien dandruff as a subject for more than half a year stayed in the scientific research team.
At this time, Shandora had already expressed her complete indifference to Mr. Lei's words. The scale of the world in her eyes was rapidly shrinking. It was eventually limited to the size of the dining table, and then the world rapidly expanded, gradually covering the entire cafeteria...
Holy Communion Chapel. This is a process of changing the world view. Within half a minute, Sandora successfully applied her view of the world to all the materials in front of her: edible.
I suddenly felt that I should go up first and hang some inedible signs on the serious-looking receptionist to prevent Sandora, who was dizzy from hunger, from causing a disaster in the world...
But even with an unprecedentedly strong appetite, Sandora still maintained a decent demeanor and sat in the upper seat with a noble demeanor. Then she used her eyes to indicate that others could sit down: usually she is not like this, eating with strangers.
She was usually very approachable, but the "rigid spirit" of the experts and scholars in front of her clearly made Her Majesty a little dissatisfied. So she chose an attitude that was commensurate with the other party. After sitting down, everyone present, whether wearing divine robes or not, was a little dissatisfied.
I folded my hands on my chest and began to pray with my head down and my eyes closed. Lei and Qiao sat relatively close, and their prayers came to my ears: "...Thank you, Lord, for giving me peace and enjoying the rich food given by God.
…”
I silently glanced at the two old men and thought to myself that your master should be sitting at someone else’s table at this time, eating someone else’s meal, watching someone else’s TV, amusing someone else’s baby, and talking to someone else’s family.
Play with pets... Oh, the pets may not be completely considered someone else's, but the first three items are correct. But you are praying at this time, thanking your Lord for giving you food: according to this logic, 123 should thank the charterer.
How many things have been given to him...
"Okay, the prayer is over. Now please let us enjoy the Holy Communion with the visitors from outer space... shall we?"
After finishing his prayer, Mr. Lei was the first to open his eyes. He habitually said the first half of the sentence, and then stared at the empty table in a daze: From a sociological perspective, he probably did not understand that "the Eucharist is praying"
What kind of incident is "disappearing in the sound"? Sandora smacked her lips and commented: "Praying too slowly."
I looked at my girlfriend in horror: This girl definitely doesn’t eat so fast at home! So now is her true strength. Does Her Majesty the Queen always control herself at home?
"Holy... the Holy Communion is missing!" A middle-aged woman who looked like a senior priest blinked, suddenly raised her hands to the sky and shouted, "Oh God! The Lord must have come to share the Holy Communion with us!"
No, your master doesn’t have such a big appetite, and don’t you think it would be embarrassing to tell the truth that the first thing God did after coming was to steal all the food from the believers? Although it’s okay to do this with 123 integrity.
It's more in line with the setting.
Finally, Lei noticed the movement in Sandora's mouth. Looking here with surprise, I smiled and patted Sandora's hair: "She has a big appetite - please prepare another table. Well,
It would be best to prepare another table if possible."
Sandora ate very happily that day. According to her standards, it seemed that the food on Blue Star was quite to her liking. Because the meals were well prepared (the staff had collected almost all kinds of edible or edible food on the entire planet).
This meal was made with food suspected to be edible or rumored to be edible). The table and tableware in the Holy Communion Chapel were spared. However, since I was not very used to local food, I decided to eat Master Kong for this meal: I would have known better before setting off.
She asked Anweina to make a bunch of lunch boxes and take them with her. Other people present, including Ray and Joe, were deeply impressed by this holy meal: this was the only time in their memory that they had food that could kill three elephants in front of them.
The experience of leaving the table hungry.
Because Sandora's meal was so spectacular, everyone was dumbfounded. By the time Lei and the others came to their senses, the people in the kitchen were already eager to use their brooms to make soup.
Shandora expressed an appropriate degree of apology, and regretted that ordinary people could not digest forks and glasses, otherwise others present would not have to go hungry.
I have to say that although the group of alien enthusiasts and somewhat neurotic leaders make people laugh or cry at times, they are at least better than many guys who take the conspiracy route without saying a word after seeing aliens (that kind of guy)
The situation really exists, and it is quite common) much better. This may be the reason why 123 has been using faith guidance for many years to let its believers establish the correct three views. Therefore, although Azure Star is a planet that has just been able to move freely within its own star system,
"initial civilized civilization", but many of their views are very forward-thinking in my opinion: they can correctly understand the various potential dangers of rashly contacting extraterrestrial names, and understand the challenges they will face after leaving the cradle planet.
The universe may not be kind to this fact, but under such a premise, they still actively took the first step, and quickly calmed down after the appearance of the Fifth Fleet, taking a lot of measures that although childish, did help avoid "
The means of communication when the first conflict occurred. After Shandora and I finally had enough to eat and drink and settled down in the room provided by the church, the latter began to analyze the ""
Value", and finally came to the conclusion: Although 123 is a trap, Azur Star is surprisingly not too trap.
Sometimes I think Shandora has a bit of an occupational disease: even when she travels, and occasionally encounters an indigenous civilization, she will concentrate on analyzing it for a long time, and in the end she has to calculate the normal development and acceleration of the local indigenous civilization.
How many years of development will it take to become worthy of becoming a vassal of the empire, study how long the natives can support the abyss after it invades the local world, and calculate what benefits it can bring to the empire after completely dominating the target civilization... These sound somewhat cold-blooded.
Calculation is Sandora's favorite thing to do. Although she doesn't mean anything malicious, this habit really makes me want to knock Her Majesty the Queen on the head every now and then - do you think it's hard for the two of us to be alone together, or on a honeymoon trip?
), and more importantly, that little troublemaker Ding Dong is not around yet. What should you do in this long night? You can use a data terminal to calculate the life expectancy of other people's civilization...