There is a group of children playing at the entrance of the town. The oldest is only six or seven years old, and the youngest cannot speak yet. The biggest feature of these children is that they are thin. Under the white sun, their skinny skin gives off an unhealthy luster.
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A little girl saw someone passing by at the entrance of the town and timidly approached her. There was a longing in her big eyes. Chen Yunsheng had seen many children, but none of them touched his heart like this child. Unconsciously, he had many children.
After a quick look, a group of children swarmed up. Some were holding the cow, some were getting on the bus, and one even sat on the cow.
Chen Yunsheng didn't feel dissatisfied either. Liu Xiaoshan squinted at the group of children with a cunning look in his eyes. The children came and went quickly. I don't know who left first, and then they disappeared one by one.
On the empty street.
"While you and that little girl were looking at each other, our luggage was stolen. It contained a thousand taels of silver that you exchanged for a medium-grade spiritual stone." Liu Xiaoshan said in a low voice.
Chen Yunsheng nodded and said: "The child who stole the money has now entered a mottled door in the third alley at the end of the street. I am wondering whether to go back now or wait until night."
Liu Xiaoshan just likes the tacit understanding between her and Chen Yunsheng. This feeling makes her feel that this man is custom-made for him by God.
"I suggest going at night. It's not a big deal for a group of children. Maybe it's relatively poor here, or maybe his family has experienced great changes. No matter what the reason is, we can't do anything to a child." Liu Xiaoshan leaned on Chen Yunsheng's shoulder.
Chen Yunsheng pulled the reins, and the cow walked forward slowly. He decided to go see the kid who stole his money again at night. What he wanted to do at this time was basically the same as what he did in every small town he passed.
The only other option is to visit your local church.
The so-called church is generally the best building in a place, used to worship the God of Light. Along the way, Chen Yunsheng has seen many churches, some are bright, some are magnificent, some are tall, some are solemn, but
No room is dark. Perhaps the God of Light doesn’t like darkness at all, so most churches use huge colored glass as their roofs. It seems that this way they can receive the supreme glory favored by the God of Light without any obstacles. At night, they must light up
Light candles until it gets dark.
The town's church is in a wide small square. The blue stone ground is very smooth, which is much better than the road in the town. There are gradually more people in front of the church, but these people are all talented.
It seemed that he had been hungry for a long time. Chen Yunsheng randomly asked a local old man about the situation. As he expected, the place was hit by drought. There was no harvest in the past two years and many people starved to death.
Chen Yunsheng casually took out some spiritual millet and distributed it to everyone. These extremely precious foods in the eyes of practitioners were like ordinary millet in his hands, and he did not feel distressed at all. The afternoon light shone through the tall spire of the church.
Chen Yunsheng's back is a bit dazzling.
Liu Xiaoshan stared at Chen Yunsheng's back. She had a vague feeling that the man in front of her was the real god, the messenger sent by God to the world to save all living things. Of course, the first person to save was herself. Walking in side by side with Chen Yunsheng
Holy church.
Familiar murals appeared all around. Chen Yunsheng had seen these murals in many underground tunnels in Qingdao. At the time, he thought they were very strange. Now all the problems have been solved. The content of the murals is nothing more than how great the God of Light is.
, guiding a huge light to break all the darkness of time.
The God of Light is an abstract existence. In the small church, there is no statue of the God of Light, only a few less neat murals. In the paintings, the Lord of God wears a mask, and there is a fireball with infinite light above his head.
The logo of the Guangming Sect is the somewhat strange mask on the face of the God of Light. This white mask has appeared in Chen Yunsheng's dreams several times. Even he himself had a hard time telling whether those were dreams or illusions.
Dreams and illusions may be indistinguishable in the first place. Who can say that the current world is not a bubble?
A middle-aged monk stood up from a corner of the holy church. Chen Yunsheng could see clearly at a glance that his cultivation level was only in the middle stage of foundation building. The middle-aged monk came to Chen Yunsheng and performed a ritual unique to the star palace monks.
He said with a kind face: "The light is with you. You two must not be locals?"
Chen Yunsheng and Liu Xiaoshan each had their own methods of hiding spiritual energy, so the other party could not understand their specific cultivation levels. However, their different temperaments from ordinary people still made the monk recognize them as monks. After getting to know them in different places over the past few days,
Chen Yunsheng probably knew that this person's identity was an ordinary star disciple. According to the strict hierarchy of the star palace, there was a layer of star envoys above the star disciples, and then there was the star officer.
"We are from northern Mongolia, and this time we plan to go to Shenlin City to worship."
People in Southern Mongolia call the northern border of Southern Mongolia Continent Mengbei, and Shenlin City is the largest city-state in Southern Mongolia Continent. This city does not belong to any country. It is the closest to Wanxing Valley and is the place where all Southern Mongolian people belong.
.In their hearts, this place is the closest place to the God of Light besides Ten Thousand Stars Valley. Therefore, Chen Yunsheng’s lie was quite complete.
The star disciple nodded and said: "You are doing a supremely glorious thing, and the God of Light will bless you."
Chen Yunsheng had already learned about this extremely dirty thing - making offerings - during previous interactions with the locals. There is an exquisite small box in the center of each temple, and everyone who worships the temple must make a so-called donation.
Put a certain amount of wealth into the merit box, whether it is gold, silver or spiritual stones, the God of Light seems to be willing to accept it. Chen Yunsheng often wonders, the Star Palace in the Southern Mongolia Continent can be said to be windy and rainy.
, a large amount of spiritual stones and property pour into the Star Palace every year, why do you still care about this small amount of money?
He later gradually understood this matter. Xing Gong did not care about such small interests. What they cared about was the authority of Xing Gong. In other words, the authority of Xing Gong should always be reflected in people's daily lives.
It is reflected in their minds, and the merit box in the temple is a good touchstone.
After putting in a middle-grade spiritual stone, the star disciple became more and more polite to Chen Yunsheng. Chen Yunsheng asked: "I saw that most of the local people were skinny people along the way. I heard that there was a drought. Could it be that
Isn’t the local church doing something?”
The star disciple curled his lips and said in a low voice: "The God of Light will not abandon everyone, but they must first realize their own enlightenment. This merit box is filled every three months, which is too slow. These people are usually neglectful.
Faith, so there should be such a disaster. Besides, starving to death of a few ordinary people is not necessarily a big deal. In the face of divinity, what is humanity?"
Hearing such bastard words, Chen Yunsheng just wanted to chop this man in half with a knife. From this subtlety, he could see clearly the so-called decent face of Xing Gong. I am afraid that this so-called decent is just not as good as Black Wind Valley and
The Shura Sect generally regards other living beings as nothing more than trivial things. But in terms of the negative impact on the world, Star Palace is especially better than the Black Wind Valley and the Shura Sect. At least these two sects will not touch people's thoughts, and at most they will take their
It's just life. From what he saw and felt along the way, Chen Yunsheng clearly felt that what Xinggong wanted was absolute control, and what they wanted to control was the most difficult thing to control in the world - people's thoughts.
Seeing Chen Yunsheng's expressionless face, the star disciple just regarded him as an ignorant person and didn't bother to say anything. Anyway, the merits had been donated. He lazily walked back to his place and continued to curl up, as if
A flower at night. In the place closest to the light, there is a flower curled up due to lack of sunlight. How out of place.
Chen Yunsheng and Liu Xiaoshan left the church and came to the street. The smell of hunger was everywhere here. In addition to the incomparable piety to the God of Light, the only thing in people's eyes was hunger. Chen Yunsheng and Liu Xiaoshan came to this town.
The only restaurant open, there is no menu here, and food is very scarce, so there is no need to choose. The waiter brought two small black steamed buns, a plate of pickles, and two bowls of clear soup. This meal actually cost Chen Yunsheng a whole life.
Two pieces of silver. This is the only thing in the local area, and it is also the best thing you can have when famine and plunder occur.
Liu Xiaoshan stared at the high roof of the church outside the window and said coldly: "Although the Star Palace is dedicated to the God of Light, it is a cold place."
Chen Yunsheng said silently: "I feel pity for the people here, but I don't see any resentment towards Xinggong from their eyes. Although this drought has nothing to do with Xinggong, their cold attitude is definitely not worthy of people's worship.
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Liu Xiaoshan looked at it and smiled, "Do you have a feeling now?"
"Are you talking about the feeling of powerlessness?" Chen Yunsheng stared at the other party's starry eyes.
Liu Xiaoshan nodded and said: "Facing a behemoth like the Star Palace, I feel powerless. I hope to gain the strength to change the situation here so that everyone can have dignity instead of crawling at the feet of the God of Light."
This is what Chen Yunsheng thinks, but even if they can kill the star disciple in the local temple, another star disciple will definitely come tomorrow to take over the temple. Even if they cause heavy damage to the star palace, this place
However, the people still regard them as gods, and they will definitely resurrect in time. This soil has created abnormal beliefs. The people living here regard this kind of life as ordinary air and water. This is probably the biggest problem in Chen Yunsheng's heart.
of despair.
The two people were watching the flow of people passing by on the street. Suddenly, a sharp whistling sounded over the town, like the sound of a flying sword cutting through the air. Everyone raised their heads and stared blankly in one direction. They
They were crowding around and running in that direction.