A golden stone exuding a sacred aura floats quietly over the fountain pool in the center of the greenhouse garden. It looks like a man-made stone, because nature cannot breed such a strange stone. It looks like two triangular pyramids spliced together.
It has the shape of a six-pointed star; but it also has the most natural characteristics endowed by the Creator, because no matter how exquisite the hand of a craftsman is, it is impossible to carve out such a perfect arc proportion that conforms to mathematical laws without receiving revelation.
The straight and interlaced lines sparkle with the brilliance of reason that far exceeds that of human beings. It is simply an invisible existence that wants to tell mortals through its hands: There are still many secrets that you have not understood, but to me it is just a casual creation.<
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With this holy stone as the center, Quanling believers spread out, either kneeling on the floor or immersed in the water, with their hands clasped together and their heads slightly bowed, offering the most devout prayers for the god who summoned them to come here.
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What should prayer be like? No matter how you listen to it, it is just the same old thing over and over again: praising the magnificence and enormity of the gods, describing the suffering and sorrow of the world, asking for confession and comfort of the soul, and longing for righteous judgment and judgment.
Listen, the words of praise are "The spirit in the spring gave birth to my heart; all spiritual beings come from this". This sentence means that believers of the spring spirit still believe that water and rivers are the mother of all things and dominate the world.
Tifu, the spring spirit that connects water and rivers, is naturally the creator of all things. He kindly shares his spirituality with all living beings, thus creating such a beautiful and vibrant world.
Listen, the words narrated are "creatures sweep across, torrents and waves; dust rises and falls, muddy marshes". This prayer also reveals a sense of compassion and helplessness. The sacred water source has been polluted and has become a
The filthy swamp that breeds original sin, in which all earthly creatures are floating and sinking, longing for the gift of saving their mother.
Listen, the words requested are "Those who are in ignorance cannot wake up; those who walk on the shore cannot stop." They will admit their weakness and humbleness in front of the throne of God, just like those who walk in the dark night even if they open their eyes
Even if you open your eyes, you will be as ignorant and stupid as if you haven't opened your eyes. People walking on the bank of the river can only watch the turbulent river rising turbulently, gradually submerging their ankles, but they can't stop moving forward, because
This is their weakness and fate.
Listen, the words I long for are "O Spiritual One, please purify my heart; Creator of Spirits, please purify my world." This desire sprouts from the heart: O God who gave me spirituality, please also purify me.
Purify my heart when I fall! God who created spirituality, please also purify all the filth and evil we see when this world is falling into filth!
As a result, the prayer sounds gathered together to form a pious wish, washing and shaking every stone brick on the floor and wall, making the roots of the ivy and marigold branches climbing in the rock gaps tremble, as if trapped in
She was in great shock. If the voice was a tangible power, Rochelle believed that this burst of prayer would definitely lift the remaining half of the dome, so that the greenhouse garden that Queen Redis was proud of in the past could also be lifted.
Filled with the cold wind of the icy moon.
However, the god is more rational and hard-hearted than her believers, so he can face such piety without being moved. The holy stone floats in the sky, silent and gloomy.
Rochelle watched this scene silently and suddenly shook her head: "That's not the case."
His deep and deep voice spread throughout the greenhouse garden, and then bounced back after hitting the wall, hidden among the wildly growing grass blades and vines. Some people stopped praying, raised their heads, and looked at them with blank and doubtful eyes.
Look at him.
Rochelle stood on the steps, in a position overlooking everyone, and said in a deep voice: "The prayers God wants to hear are not prayers like yours."
The prayers were extinguished like candles submerged in water. One after another, some people raised their heads and laid their eyes on him. The eyes were surprisingly confused. They didn't understand what Rochelle wanted to express.
Because this prayer comes from the same origin and is rooted in their memories. In the past hundreds of thousands of years, when the Holy Spring Monks still stood at the end of Mount Secher, those lush ivy trees and summer cherry trees, those gurgling springs and rivers,
Those frost, snow and ice flowers that have withered in winter... what they see, hear and feel are exactly the same prayers as at this moment.
Therefore, in terms of status, the believers of the Spring Spirit who are now homeless and have nowhere to rely on may be on the same status as Her Majesty Besia, who wrote letters and stated their interests to the city government in the past to save Sullivan's ancient spring.
Their prayers transcended the boundaries of time and space, echoing in each other's ears, refining the same pious belief.
Does Rochelle want to deny it? This is impossible.
"But," the Wotu Sect's gaze was dull, and his rough and stubborn face showed a kind of rock-like tenacity and toughness: "Your voices are too hollow. God does not want to hear such prayers. She is
It was born to grant your wishes, to respond to your calls, to give you your faith, but it cannot hear your sincerity, so it does not know what you really want. Isn't this a very ridiculous thing? p>
"Don't let those futile, solemn and empty prayers blind your piety. What is the purest and most flawless spirituality that is the most respected among all living things? What is it saying? Have you ever listened?" He slowly said
He clenched his fists and put them on his chest, as if recalling something, his eyes were deep and he said in a low voice: "Have you lost something that you want to get back? Are you longing for something that you want to get? Are you regretting something that you want to make up for?
Put that kind of wish into words, it is better than thousands of holy words and instructions."
However, if we do that, isn’t it equivalent to us asking for the gods? Strength, wealth, power... It is not because of greed that mortals have reduced the world into a filthy quagmire, and they have also sunk into it and cannot extricate themselves. They need to be freed.
Do gods come to purify, save, and guide?
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How can you be so greedy and stubborn?
Everyone looked at the traveler blankly. These remarks were fundamentally different from the religious theories they knew in the past, and these poor people who had lost their gods for too long could no longer distinguish between right and wrong.
"It doesn't matter." Rochelle said seriously, word by word: "What you ask from God and what God promises you... is the true meaning of faith."
The scene fell into a strange and lifeless silence, as if everyone was trapped in a world where sound did not exist, so even breathing was extinguished, even the heartbeat was strangled, and there was an extreme emptiness. I don’t know how long it had been before someone spoke with a trembling voice.
In a tone of uneasiness, he said: "So... Lord Rochelle... I think, I want to pray to the spirit in the spring, Lord Tifu, to bless my mother to recover as soon as possible... Is that okay?"
All things have animism, and the symbol of spirit is God. Such spiritual gods are called great beings; and the great source where the spirits of all things gather, the source of all great beings, is called the Supreme, that is, the Holy Spirit.
The Spiritual God of Water, Lord Tifu.
"That's very reasonable." Rochelle nodded gently to the pale and uneasy young man: "It is natural for a man to worry about his parents. Even Lord Tifu would not be unwilling to promise you this.
Reason."
As if to confirm his words, a dazzling silver-blue light suddenly flashed out from the young man's body, and merged into the strange holy stone floating in the sky like a river flowing into the sea. The latter seemed to be awakened from his deep sleep.
, gradually emitted sacred light, and the mist dispersed.
This scene is the best proof, far better than Rochelle's words. After a moment of silence in the greenhouse garden, a huge noise suddenly broke out, which was more exciting than the most surging wave, and instantly flooded the room.
All the running water and every grass stem and every green leaf, I am afraid that the movement at the opening ceremony of the World Exposition will not be louder than this. But please don't be bored by such noise, listen carefully, that is the true meaning in their hearts
The voice——
"Master Tifu, please bless me that I can reach my destination smoothly every time I go on business trips, and that my goods can be sold out of stock in time!"
"Master Tifu, please bless me and make me lucky! I am so unlucky that I never want to encounter those nightmare things again!"
"I, I am very poor! So, please give me money, Master Tifu! This is a very simple request. I don't want anything else, only wealth! I will become a rich man in the city.
Build many shrines and churches, and plate every statue of your gods with gold foil. I will do it, so..."
"Master Tifu, I don't want anything. I have nothing and have lost the hope of living in this world. The only thing I ask you is to let the woman who betrayed me be punished! Let her fall into the worst possible situation.
In the dirty mud pit, let her parents get sick, let her husband go bankrupt, let her son die, let it all happen in front of her eyes, let her be as painful and powerless as me! Please!" "I need power! Without power, you will only be bullied. Even beggars would dare to step on your head! You will give me power, right, Lord Tifu? Because you also need me, you need me to be so pure
Immaculate faith. I dedicate everything to you. I will dedicate all my life from the past to the future to you. As long as I have ten years, no, one year to reach the pinnacle of power, it is enough!"
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The scene was chaotic, like a ridiculous farce.
However, it doesn’t matter, because after peeling off the sacred skin, faith is what it is: desire, greed, request, commitment, revenge... The purest desire is the purest faith.
Rochelle was in the midst of a noisy and harsh torrent. She slowly raised her head and saw the deserted and monotonous sky through the broken hole in the dome. Dark clouds gradually gathered, bringing a terrifying shadow that shrouded the sky over the city. It's getting dark, he thought.
The biggest and coldest snowfall in Nimschel this century is coming soon.