Sky Temple, Sandian stood in front of the corridor connecting the side halls.
He stared blankly at the colorful pottery jar placed in front of the window. Painted on the wall of the jar were scenes of the pilgrimage of the first generation of saints.
The Sea of Sun Flowers, the Statue of King Lederiki, the Sacred Stairs, and the elf messengers who greeted him.
Of course, the person who painted it has never seen the scene hundreds of years ago with his own eyes, so such a sacred scene is just a fantasy.
The Sky Temple is completely different from before, from being simple and rough to being refined and luxurious.
Stained glass windows, snow-white curtains, and painted pottery sacrificial vessels decorate the temple.
The door of the temple is made of copper, and even the original pillars have been gilded and inlaid with silver. Some of the exquisite sacrificial utensils are enough to scare some small rural nobles out of their wits.
A group of priests who were passing by in a hurry, wearing the robes they wore during sacrifices, all bowed when they saw Sandian.
“The chief priest.”
But after the salute, they left in a hurry.
They did not dare to get too close to Sandian.
With the help of Sandian who brought ritual power to Xiinsai, he finally became the chief priest of the Sky Temple a few years later.
But his situation is not good. The various priest families inherited from the royal bloodline family are joining forces to offset Sandian's influence, and the major temples are weakening the power of the Sky Temple.
The blood descendants of the royal family seem to have disappeared, but the royal family still continues in another way.
They felt that it was an insult to the priest families and noble bloodlines for people like Sandian to become priests. The young priests of those priest families disdained to enter the Sky Temple and turned to other temples in large numbers.
Although Sandian became the chief priest of the Sky Temple, he could only control the Sky Temple, and even the Sky Temple could not fully control it.
As the titular chief priest of the Sky Temple, he is the head of all priests.
But in fact, with the gradual rise of temples in other places, the Sky Temple has gradually lost its original role and has become a symbolic existence.
There was also the tacit approval of King Henir.
He also noticed that King Henir was deliberately dividing the power of the priests, and his arrival and the establishment of nine ceremonial temples were the beginning.
But Sandian didn’t care about that.
Thander'an is concerned that the power of the priests has not changed much over the years.
The power of rituals is cherished by various temples. A large number of high-level priests still have not been able to become spiritual priests. They cannot learn the knowledge they brought back from the kingdom of gods.
In order to safeguard their own interests and power, each temple prohibits the priests of other temples from learning and using their own rituals, as if they regard the power of the ritual as their own property.
They have hoarded the power of rituals and shelved them in a shelf, allowing only their own people to learn them. They have no interest in teaching and developing the power of rituals on a large scale.
Even some temple priests believe that making miraculous objects something that ordinary people can use is a blasphemy against the power of the priests.
Sander'an certainly knew what these people were thinking, but he was still very disappointed.
“Why does this always happen!”
A young priest came out after hearing Sandian's words, bowed behind Sandian and said.
“Because people like you and the saints are very few.”
"but."
“Only people like the saints and you can change this world.”
The young priest was born into a small aristocratic family in the city. His family belonged to a branch of the Huosen family hundreds of years ago, and had lost its power at an unknown time.
In the past two hundred years, he was the only one in the family who suddenly awakened to wisdom and power, became a priest and entered the Sky Temple.
He is the glory of their family.
There are not a few people like him. There are also many children of businessmen or civilians who will awaken their powers at birth.
Since the inheritance of wisdom and power from King Leideliji, over the years, with the reproduction of generations of three-leaf people, the royal family has spread, the blood of myth has become more and more, and the people with hidden blood have also become more and more powerful.
becoming more and more widespread.
Therefore, more and more priests who are from the lower classes but possess wisdom and power are emerging.
Most families' priests rely on power and gifts to pass on their bloodline.
These priests from humble backgrounds basically rely on nature to awaken.
It stands to reason that these naturally awakened priests are more talented and should be more reused and cultivated.
However, the reality is that these priests who possess the natural awakening of their talents are being squeezed out. They are being vigorously suppressed and ostracized by the major priest families.
Sander'an shook his head and said the old saying.
“It is the saints who change the world, and the gods who give everything to the three-leaf people.”
“I am but the agent of the will of the saints.”
Sander'an turned around, pushed open the door of the corridor and walked towards the temple.
“I am the shadow of the saints and their ideal heir.”
The priest's eyes were shining. He admired Sandian very much. He thought he was a great priest.
Sandian brought light and hope to the world. Although he came from a humble background, he had a broad mind and ideals.
The priest chased after him and said to Sandian.
“Lord Sandian, I know what you are thinking.”
“You want to practice the ideals of the saints, you want more people to become the force that opens up a new era, and you want miracles to spread to every corner of the world.”
“You want”
“The civilization of the Sanye people has entered a new era.”
Sander'an turned around and looked at the other person carefully.
From his eyes, he could see that the other person was full of sincerity and enthusiasm.
just like.
Same as my former self.
The young priest continued: "Priests in my hometown and many cities also aspire to become priests in the spiritual world and become a member of the team that changes the world."
“They can become your followers and heirs to you and the ideals of the saints.”
"but me."
“I can recruit them for you.”
Sander's eyes gradually brightened, and his expression became completely different.
"Really?"
“They can come to the Sky Temple, anyone can.”
“I can teach them all the ritual formations, and I will not hesitate to give them all the knowledge I have.”
The young priest knelt on the ground and put his hands on his chest.
“Lord Sandian.”
“We will always be grateful for your great heart. You are a true evangelist.”
Sandian found his fellow travelers and followers, and the two began to plan their ideals and future.
Sanderan suddenly felt that his life was different.
He has something he wants to do, and at the same time he can vaguely see the way forward.
The priests left the Sky Temple with great ambition and went to recruit priests who were willing to serve Sanderan.
However, just as Sandian was waiting with great anticipation for the priest's return.
At ten o'clock in the dark dawn, the priest was carried up to the sky temple with his body covered with wounds and dying.
Sander'an put on a burqa embroidered with nine mysterious symbols and hurried to the side room of the temple.
The priest had only one breath left, and he tried his best to open his eyes and look at Sandian.
Sander's voice was a little hoarse: "Who did it?"
The priest smiled weakly: "It was just an accident."
Sander didn't believe it, he could guess who did it.
Those priest families who are hostile to him, those temple priests who do not allow the ritual magic circle to be spread.
The one who is most hostile to him is the Tito family.
But he also knew that even if he knew clearly that it was them who did it, there was no way he could do anything to them directly.
The people next to him cried and said: "It was a group of priests who attacked us, and they used the power of rituals."
Blood continued to pour out of the young priest's mouth, but Sandian was powerless.
In this era, crude medical skills can do nothing to treat such serious injuries.
“Lord Sandian!”
“I’m sorry, I haven’t accomplished anything for your ideal.”
Sander'an's eyes filled with tears for a moment, and he held the priest's hand tightly.
“You’ve done enough.”
The priest finally smiled and said: "I am honored to be your follower."
Sander'an asked the doctor to try every means to save the priest, but he died in the end.
He had the priest’s body carried down.
With his eyes red, he arrived at the highest point of the Sky Temple alone.
Here is a cliff overlooking the entire holy lake. It is so dangerous that it makes people dizzy.
But at the same time, standing here, you can feel that the sea of clouds and the holy lake are at your feet.
Some people even call this place the Seat of the Gods, because they feel that only gods are worthy of enjoying such a view.
No one is here, not even the priests can easily approach here.
At this moment, Sandian completely exploded, waving his arms wildly.
"Why."
“Why don’t you accept me even though I’m like this?”
“What do you want to do? That is the power of God, something that saints paid for with their lives.”
“Do you really regard it as your own?”
He roared loudly.
“Why do you think so?”
“Are you worthy?”
“You dirty and ugly things.”
Sander'an considers himself a fair priest who imparts knowledge to everyone without reservation. He only wants to fulfill the ideal of a saint.
He never thought about it for himself, everything he wanted to do was for everyone.
“You people, why are you people so ugly.”
“Three-leaf people!”
“You are really unimaginably ugly and disgustingly despicable!”
“Original sin!”
“You are the ones born with original sin, and you are the descendants who were driven out of the paradise promised by God.”
After venting his anger, Sandian sat helplessly on the ground and covered his face.
He was angry at the ugliness of those people, but at the same time he was also angry at his own incompetence and inaction.
He began to think carefully about himself in these years. In the years when he relied on Saint Stan's gift to become the controller of the Sky Temple, he seemed to have accomplished nothing at all.
It seems that he has many achievements, and it seems that Xiinsai’s country has brought about huge changes because of him.
But any one person can do this.
Any ordinary person can successfully complete this simple task.
“Since when did you become like this?”
"ah!"
“Sandian?”
“Is this the person chosen by the saints? Does the saint want to see people like you become the heirs of his ideals and will, and does he want to see people like you become the chief priest of the temple in the sky?”
He was confused and at a loss.
“What is the difference between me and those mediocre priests and greedy and extravagant nobles?”
Sanderan felt that this could not be done anymore.
The old-school calm scholars finally showed their anger——
The illusion of the Cup of the Sun.
Here is the library left by the great poet, as well as the sacred dream recorded by the second-generation saint Stan Tito. This is what Sandian cherishes most, even more than "The Last Chapter".
Sandian He once again came to the dreamland where Stan Tito dreamed of the messenger of God.
Whenever he is at a loss, whenever he can't find the answer, whenever he feels that he can't hold on.
He will all come here.
Even if he didn't get a response, as long as he saw Saint Stan and the Messenger of God, he felt that he had found the direction.
The quaint palace is filled with Stan Tito’s works.
Under the same "Couple on the Thread of Destiny", the craftsmen are meticulously carving their own works.
He came behind Saint Stan, and he knelt on the ground, clasping his hands and placing them on his forehead.
"Why?"
"Grandmaster!"
“Why did you choose me, an ordinary and mediocre person like me?”
“Choose anyone, choose anyone else, any one of them can do better than me!”
Sandian asked Stan Tito.
The character like a slave was sitting in the position of the priest of the Temple of the Sky. What the taste was only known to himself.
This time, something has changed.
The craftsman who was carving quietly in the corner of the palace suddenly stopped.
A familiar tone appeared in Sandian's ears, causing him to raise his head for a moment, open his eyes and look at Saint Stan's back.
“Sandian!”
“You were not born for a certain person or group of people. You are not a vassal of the king, nor a spokesperson for the nobles.”
“You are a great poet and the heir to my ideals, a person destined to change the world.”
Stan Tito, the second-generation saint, suddenly turned around and looked at Sandian with a smile.
"Do you forget it?"
“You are a preacher.”
Sander'an was stunned for a moment. He looked at Saint Stan with his mouth wide open.
"Grandmaster?"
However, as soon as the vision blurred, everything returned to its original state.
The craftsman is still carving the stone slab meticulously, as if everything just now was just Sandian's own imagination.
However, it gave Sandian infinite courage and strength.