It took a lot of effort for Yue Jinghua to hear clearly the childlike words of the snake-haired little Gore.
Belief?
This word is extremely unfamiliar to both Yue Jinghua and Yue Xiaoqi.
In the twenty-third century, human research on life sciences has reached an incredible level. Whether it is the emergence of in vitro reproduction, the secrets of distant stars, or the existence of aliens, they have largely negated the belief in and gods.
exist.
It was an era called disillusionment.
In Canglong Continent, it is just the opposite. This is an era of rampant faith.
Although the laws of heaven and earth, or the God of Creation, are the only two beliefs, this is not comprehensive. The mystics in the mainland only truly believe in power, while ordinary people believe in power based on the region and even local folk customs.
Beliefs vary.
As far as the fishermen living on the coast are concerned, they believe in the God of the Sea, while the ice and snow people living in the remote polar continent believe in the Goddess of Ice and Snow, and the farmers who make a living by planting believe in the God of Fertility.
Therefore, such a seemingly sacred word as faith, in Canglong Continent, is like a piece of cake that has been cut into pieces and has long lost its embryonic form.
So when he first heard the word snake-haired little Gore say, Yue Jinghua thought he heard it wrong.
The snake-haired little Gore blinked. Her vocabulary was limited, and it was really difficult to explain the role of the power of faith to Yue Jinghua.
She thought for a moment, then wrapped her arms around Yue Jinghua's wrist and motioned for her to take her away from the Sea of Star Consciousness.
Glancing at Xiao Qingpu who was absorbing the power of the book in the Mo Xi Book, Yue Jinghua had no choice but to follow the snake girl Little Gore and leave the Star Consciousness Sea.
Just as Yue Jinghua turned around, a green light flashed across the body of the man-eating little Qingpu, and the blurry figure of Qingpu seemed to flash through the green light.
After night falls, the village is quiet, and you can only hear the occasional squeaking of small insects, flying out from the grass and flying towards the houses with blue snow candles.
Little Gore, the snake girl, led Yue Jinghua until they walked outside one of the houses with the lights turned off. The spring sky was getting warmer, and most of the people in the village were already sleeping with their windows propped up. They stood in the corner outside the window and could clearly see
to see the situation inside the house.
A child's cry was heard inside, and a woman turned over to get up, then the candle was lit.
The woman coaxed and teased the baby who was crying at night, but the child seemed to be frightened and refused to calm down.
"Don't cry, my son, don't cry. God of Beasts, Gor, bless you. My son must be frightened," the woman said, touching the bedside and taking out a wooden statue.
"That's that?" Yue Jinghua saw clearly the wood carving in the woman's hand. Although the carving was very poor, she could roughly tell that it was a statue of a snake girl.
Combined with the words from the woman's mouth, it is not difficult to guess that it is a statue of Al Gore.
Perhaps because he was tired of crying, or because he was amused by the wooden sculpture of Gore, the child grabbed the statue with his fleshy hands and grinned.
When the woman saw him, she kept saying: "Blessed by the beast god, it is really the blessing of the beast god Gore, bless my son's life without disaster and long life."
After Yue Jinghua heard this, she lowered her head and looked at the Gore in her hand. Her golden eyes suddenly brightened, and the tiny snake scales under her body seemed to have been injected with something, which made them brighter.
"Could it be that?" Yue Jinghua couldn't help but be speechless.
Little Gore, the Snake Girl, pointed towards another private house. Yue Jinghua looked inside the house again and saw that where the ancestral tablets were originally placed, in addition to the ancestral tablets, there was also a Snake Girl Gore.
Clay statue of Er.
That night, Yue Jinghua visited several houses in the village. Almost without exception, they all enshrined the statue of the snake girl Gore.
Those from better-off families made clay carvings, while those from worse-off families carved wood carvings just like the women earlier.
When did this happen? Gore the Snakehead actually became a god believed by the people of Fontaine County.
Yue Jinghua recalled the mantra that the villagers often remembered in the village. Could this be the power of belief?
Yue Jinghua was so lost in thought that she actually forgot that she was standing outside a villager's house. She accidentally stepped on a mud tire in the corner of the wall.
The mud tire had been left outside for several days and had been dried by the wind and sun. When it was stepped on, it made a snapping sound.
This noise was especially loud at night, and immediately alarmed the sleeping villagers inside.
Yue Jinghua looked at the ground and saw that the clay tire on the ground looked like an offering to the beast god, but the appearance was not very clear.
She was wondering in her heart when she heard a "squeak" sound from the house, and the sleepy woman walked out.
Seeing that it was the lord, the middle-aged woman in her forties breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Lord, it's late at night, why are you still wandering out alone?"
Since Yue Jinghua came to Fontaine County, the life of the villagers has been getting better day by day, especially after the beast god appeared. The villagers have subconsciously regarded Yue Jinghua as a half-god-like figure.
She was also polite to her. If anyone had something delicious, they would send a portion to the lord's mansion.
I heard from the village chief earlier that the enthusiastic villagers also proposed to rebuild the Lord's Mansion.
Yue Jinghua recognized this lady as the well-known and enthusiastic Qin Sansao in the village. From her words, she might be able to ask something: "Sister-in-law, I see that there is a statue of a beast god on your incense table. The incense table looks old.
The clay statue is new. Could it be that there were other gods believed in in the village before?"
"Lord, you are asking about the mud tire on the ground. It is the statue of the beast god from earlier. Before Lord Lord came, the people in the village believed in the beast god of the mountains. During the holidays, the village chief would also give some as gifts.
Live pigs and ducks were brought up to the mountain to worship, but the harvest in the village had been poor in the past few years and they could not raise the sacrifices. As time went by, the beast god not only failed to protect the village, but also suffered snow disasters year after year.
Chao. In anger, the villagers smashed the statue of the beast god and abandoned their original beliefs. Everyone said that now that the beast god Gore is here, the original black-hearted beast god is no longer needed," Qin Sansao said, facing
She bowed to the statue of the beast god Gore. It was dark outside the house, and she couldn't see clearly the little Gore wrapped around Yue Jinghua's hand, happily shaking his head.
After worshiping the new beast god statue, she took a sip in the corner of the wall and kicked the original beast god statue away with her feet, seeming to despise the original beast god.
Could it be that the worship of the beast gods, or the devout faith of these people, made the snake-haired little Gore's cultivation improve greatly.
But what does this have to do with Xiao Qingpu's recovery? Yue Jinghua's heart moved. She seemed to understand something. She thanked Qin Sansao and walked back.