Jiutian slowly closed his eyes, feeling the huge power that permeated all around.
Naturally, such a huge power cannot come from a single individual, but is an aggregation formed by the collective efforts of countless people. As long as you feel it carefully, you can distinguish the various minds from different lives.
Those mental powers clearly contain the selfish desires of many people, such as: seeking survival, praying, healing, obtaining wealth, avoiding disasters... But at this time, they condensed with each other in a mutually embedded way, and finally enveloped the entire city.
"It's amazing."
Even though Jiutian had already witnessed the battle at Qingteng Juedian, he was still shocked by this scene at this moment, because this is a kind of "collective" power and belief. When the individual power is integrated together, it is like an ocean.
The sense of majesty will make people feel insignificant.
Even Mi Tian, who was constantly eroding his own body, seemed less active under the pressure of such mental strength.
Jerusalem has a population of only more than 800,000, most of whom are devout believers. From a scientific point of view, there is no essential difference between this city and other places on the earth, but it has become unique because of people's beliefs and ideas.
different.
Sometimes the so-called "godhead" is actually given by people. As the old saying goes, "If the mountain is not high, there will be immortals." The same applies to the relationship between humans and gods. The reason why gods are worshiped as gods is just because people
It’s just trust and reverence for Him. If a God loses people’s admiration and is gradually forgotten, then God is no longer God.
It is never Buddha who saves people, but people who save Buddhas all over the sky.
At this moment, the sky in Jerusalem has turned into a colorful dome in Jiutian's eyes, which is filled with all kinds of desires and wishes, and also contains the deepest piety in people's hearts.
Jiutian tried not to fight against the ocean-like mental energy. If possible, he would also like to devote some of his mental energy to integrate into it, but unfortunately at present, he had to use all his strength to fight against Mitian and Wen Yunyun's consciousness fragments.
The ancient ruins of the wall lay in front of Jiutian's eyes. With his eyesight, he could even see the cracks on the masonry several kilometers away. The famous Wailing Wall was not far from where Jiutian was at this moment, and occasionally he could even hear some crying.
The sound came mixed with the sound of chanting sutras.
Humans are such magical animals. When you tell another person that you have to go to a wall to cry, that person will probably think you are sick. But as long as you add a religious factor to it, everything becomes even more complicated.
Nothing but reasonable.
Perhaps this is the meaning of religion: it can provide a reasonable explanation for all unreasonable behaviors.
When Jiutian came here with Flavacchi this time, his original intention was to see what the "Holy Lord" wanted to do, but he didn't expect that he would be given such a big surprise here.
Seeing Jiutian standing on the stairs and looking into the distance, Flavage probably guessed something.
He walked to Jiutian's side, looked at the sky as well, and asked:
"How's it going? Isn't it shocking?"
Jiutian came back to his senses, then nodded and said: "Indeed."
This time he didn't say anything harsh. This was the first time he saw a city like Jerusalem that could gather people's hearts and minds.
"Morosa's inheritance space can simulate the secret power and everyone's body, but it cannot simulate the mental power. So when I end the inheritance and return to reality, I feel the same as you do now." Flavage said.
"It is precisely because of this that I know that there is such a power that shakes people's hearts in this world. After serving the gods for half my life, I saw a miracle for the first time, so I became more determined to live the rest of my life.
Let’s also dedicate ourselves to the determination of God.”
Jiutian looked at him. Flavacchi was already good-looking, but with the pious look on his face now, he really looked like the legendary angel.
He did not put away his black wings, but just walked on the street in a swaggering manner. The strange thing was that no one around him was surprised by his appearance. It seemed that this guy was already used to wandering around the city.
Everyone knows him.
On the contrary, it was Jiutian. His crescent moon mask and dark blue robe also looked like a believer of a certain religion. Many residents who were not familiar with external affairs were wondering who this guy was a believer.
"Let's go." Jiutian raised his legs and walked forward, "It's time to go see your Holy Lord."
Seeing that Jiutian had finally had enough shopping, Flavacchi smiled slightly, then bowed and saluted.
"As you wish."
The entire Jerusalem is divided into four areas, namely the Christian Quarter, the Jewish Quarter, the Muslim Quarter and the Armenian Quarter.
The Christian District is located in the northwest of the old city, where the famous Church of the Martyrdom of Jesus is located. It is also the largest area among the four areas.
The Jewish Quarter is located in the south of the old city, where the Wailing Wall is located. It is also the holiest place in Judaism. At this time, Jiutian and Flavach were walking here.
The Muslim Quarter is located in the east of the old city and includes the famous Round Stone Mosque (where Muhammad is said to have ascended to the sky at night). The Round Stone Mosque is adjacent to the Wailing Wall and was built on the site of the Jewish Temple, so it has become a site of religious conflict between Jews and Muslims.
The most intense areas.
As for the Armenian District, it is located in the southwest corner of the old city and is the smallest district.
Jiutian and Flavach then gradually moved away from the Wailing Wall and headed west, their destination being the Armenian District.
The Armenian District is where Armenians live, and the number of Armenians is very small, so there are far more people coming from there than going there, so Jiutian and his wife are almost walking against the flow of people.
The further away from the Jewish Quarter, the surrounding buildings became more and more cramped and narrow. When they finally entered the smallest area, Jiutian and Flavage almost kept wandering in various narrow alleys, and kept crossing various
Various churches.
When the surrounding area began to change from cramped to dilapidated, Flavage's footsteps stopped in front of a certain upward staircase, and then said to Jiutian: "We are here."
Jiutian raised his head and looked up. This place was almost a ruin, but the steps were quite wide, somewhat like the grand marble steps in front of a large bank, but the material had to be replaced by worthless broken yellow bricks.
The stairs soared up and extended forward. It seemed that the highest point was more than 300 meters. A square for rest was built about 100 meters in the middle. At this time, the other three and Flavage were dressed in the same white as the monks.
The person who obeyed was standing there.
Looking at the high steps, Jiutian asked: "Can I fly up?"
Flavacchi thought for a moment and replied: "It's best not."
Jiutian sighed and could only take one step forward.
These religious people are really stubborn. Maybe they can find something in common with that guy Wu Jian?
They were all on someone else's territory, and Jiutian didn't want to break the rules. After all, guests followed the host's will, so he walked up step by step like an ordinary person.
But fortunately, considering his physical condition, climbing this small step will not cause much burden. At most, it will only take a while.
In this way, Jiutian climbed up the steps and gradually approached the three people wearing monastic uniforms standing in the square.
Flavage followed behind him, keeping the same pace as Jiutian until he stepped onto the square with the latter.
"Uriel, Gibrel, Michael."
Flavage greeted them and nodded.
The three names he mentioned are angels in Judaism, Islam and Christianity. In mythology, Uriel is the archangel who leads the celestial bodies and stars and guards the underworld; Jibreel is responsible for transmitting the words of God to the prophet.
Angel; Michael is the guardian of the Garden of Eden and the archangel.
These three names all have great backgrounds, and at this moment they have been given to three evolvers, who seem to be the same so-called "Guardians of the Holy City" as Flavage.
And the three middle-stage White Bud evolvers that Jiutian had discovered before were also the three in front of him.
"Flavage." The tallest and most powerful of the three nodded in return, "Welcome back."
"We already know the specific matters from the Holy Lord, and I will lead him to the Holy Lord's shrine later." The only woman among the four said, "Get ready, the Holy Lord has been waiting for you for a long time."
"You still need to change people?" Jiutian couldn't help but complained, "Don't bother, I already know where your holy master is, I can just go there myself."
In fact, after Jiutian's mental power spread out, he had already discovered something was wrong here. In addition to the extremely strong mental power here, he also discovered that there were some similarities between this place and the Star Raider's spaceship, such as "impeding mental power."
penetration.
If Jiutian's guess is correct, there should be some "forbidden" materials mixed in here.
However, when Jiutian said these words, there was a moment of silence on the spot.
The tallest man's eyes were slightly raised, and then he said in a low and condescending voice: "Do you know where this place is? How can you mess up etiquette! You are already late, why are you so rude?"
Flavaqi pulled Jiutian quietly from behind and said, "Sir, please bear with me a little longer."
Through this short period of getting along, Flavaqi already knew that Jiutian was... an eclectic person. With his temperament, it was already very honorable for him to be willing to walk through him step by step.
But the three companions in front of him are even more stubborn than Flavage. They are all fanatical believers in their respective religions and attach great importance to rules.
But there was one thing that Flavacchi didn't take into account, and that was that Jiutian had always been soft-spoken rather than tough-minded.
If those three people were coaxing Jiutian like Flavage, then he might still follow them in a good manner, but at this moment, the tall man dared to shout at him?
Jiutian narrowed his eyes, suddenly grinned, and asked:
"Who do you think you are?"
It's over.
As soon as these words came out, Flavage's eyes suddenly darkened.
He knew that these three companions had more or less the same thoughts as he had before, which was, "Two years have passed and we are all white buds. No matter how strong you are, how can you be better than me?"
Besides, there are four of them here. Even if one of them can't defeat you, will the four of them together still be afraid of you?
However, after Flavaqi saw Jiutian's speed, he completely gave up this idea. With this flying speed, Jiutian could easily kill him before his nerves could react.
Now that the speed of light is almost like this, what about attacks? What about illusions? Don’t forget that this person is a master of illusion control!
It's a pity that Flavaqi knew it, but the other three didn't. They didn't communicate with each other often. At this moment, Jiutian's words popped out, and Uriel, the tallest man, suddenly widened his eyes. Mi, who had been silent until now,