only god

Chapter 17 God is pleased with us

Al has two children.

The eldest son has already grown up, while the second son is only three or four years old.

Yar returned home, which was a spacious wooden longhouse hollowed out of a giant log in the forest.

His wife saw Yaer from a distance, and went out to greet Yaer with her second son in her arms.

"Dertullian, Tertullian."

Al softly called his second son's name, and took the second son from his wife.

Tertullian stretched out his hands towards Yar, hugging his father's shoulders with a smile.

Yar hugged Tertullian, feeling the weight of the child. The second son was healthy, healthier than the average child. Yar thought that he would become the most famous hunter in the kingdom in the future, second only to King Sabor.

"Yal, I heard you put out the fire?"

The wife asked hesitantly, she couldn't believe it.

"Yes, the fire must be extinguished."

Al spoke softly to his wife.

When they were apes, they were husband and wife, and Al had only one wife.

Among the Logos, only the king can have several wives, which is a custom left over from the age of apes.

The wife couldn't believe Al's words, and said in amazement:
"But this...but this, how can you..."

Yar sighed. He was really tired after spending a lot of effort to persuade the priests today, so he shouted behind him:
"Alesto, come and explain to your mother."

Alesto stood out, shorter and thinner than his father, who had been frail as a baby, the exact opposite of Tertullian.

Yaar went into the house with Tertullian in his arms, leaving the eldest son outside to tell his wife what had happened today.

"Daddy, Daddy, story, story!"

Back in the warm home, Tertullian patted his father on the shoulder and called out urgently.

"well."

Yar sat on the ground and put his second son on the soft animal hide.

In this prehistoric age, the Logos were the only race that could tell stories.

No one knows how and when the first story came about. Perhaps it was just a certain hunter who exaggerated a thrilling hunt, and then the story was born naturally under false rumors.

Yar often thinks that one of the biggest differences between Logosians and ape-men is that Logosians can invent stories, and Logosians have the ability to invent stories.

"Dertullian, I want to tell you a story that you have heard so often."

Al patted the second son's calf, and the latter sat upright in no time.

The Logos people are long-lived and full of rationality. Over the centuries of development, many stories have been born.

They have no paintings, and it is even more impossible to acquire words. These stories are passed on by word of mouth and are popular among every Logos.

Tertullian's favorite was a story about a hero hunter.

The story of this era is too simple, and only the story of this hero hunter can be regarded as ups and downs.

"Hundreds of years ago, a vigorous hunter strayed into the jungle while hunting, where weeds were overgrown and mist shrouded..."

Tertullian pricked up his sharp ears, listening to his father tell the whole story slowly.

"The hunter saw the falcon in the mist. He summoned up his courage and vowed to hunt the falcon. He never thought that as soon as this idea appeared, he became a hare with a broken leg, and he became a hare with a broken leg when he breathed out. Shout out."

Tertullian was now the first to say:

"I know that when he turned into a rabbit, the falcon came and wanted to eat him."

Yar watched his child show off tenderly, and continued to narrate:

"At once he stopped thinking about hunting a Maga, and thought instead: 'I don't want to be eaten by a falcon.' And then he became a fish. You know, Tertullian, that if a man kills indiscriminately, the more If you don't want something, you will become something.

The falcon was getting closer and closer, and death was close at hand. He despaired, but thought to himself: "I and the falcon are as close as brothers, and I want to love my brother." '

At this moment, the falcon suddenly turned into an elegant swan. The hunter looked at all this in amazement. He tried to open his hand and found that he stretched out his wings, which were the wings of a swan.

Tertullian, this is the story of the swan hunter. "

At the end, Tertullian showed a satisfied smile.

At this moment, Jalesto and his mother walked in after explaining what happened today.

He heard his father's words, and knew what story his father was telling, and Jalesto had already memorized it by heart.

Alesto walked up to his father, he skillfully picked up his younger brother Tertullian, and said to his father:
"My mother is still not happy. She thinks the same as me: Even if the fire is not the image of a god, it should be kept."

"Take my word for it. You are the eldest son of the priest."

Yar said to Jalesto seriously.

Jalesto felt dissatisfied, hugged his brother and walked away.

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Time passed quickly, and all of a sudden, night enveloped the Kingdom of Logos.

Yaer was also about to fall asleep. With this thought, drowsiness quickly swept over his body. He was surprised. Was he so tired today?
The surrounding world fell into silence. His body was lying on the ground covered with two layers of animal skins. When he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep instantly.

Yar slept deeply, and he had a dream. In the dream, the surrounding world was cold and silent, and it was so dark that even bats would panic.

In this boundless chaotic darkness, Yar could not see the existence of life.

The sudden fear immediately overwhelmed Yar's body and mind.

Yar struggled subconsciously, trying to get out of the darkness, but at this moment, the darkness surged over and held Yar firmly.With cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he shouted subconsciously, but found that his voice quickly fell into the boundless darkness after leaving his lips.

This darkness is cold and inescapable.

Just when Yar fell into despair, light emerged from the darkness.

The scene of the beginning of heaven and earth appeared in Yaer's eyes, and he was shocked and froze in place.

Then, subconsciously, he raised his head and looked around, his eyes fell on the high mountain, and he saw a figure coming down from the top of the mountain, bringing the underwater life to the ground.

Yar witnessed this scene with his own eyes, and the indescribable heaviness crowded every inch of his skin, making him tremble.

That figure is the authority of life.

is his god.

I saw the scene stop there, and then slowly fade away, as if slowly melting, falling into the surroundings.

Yar didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing something.

In a blink of an eye, he came to the top of the mountain.

God stood there, looking at him.

"Aar, you are the chosen one."

"Lord, what are you going to reveal to me?"

Yar fell to his knees in panic and reverence, his faith quivering with excitement.

Chen Yi's eyes were gentle.

"Yar, you write down what you see, and tell others, and tell everyone."

God said so.

Yar closed his eyes, remembering every word in his head.

After a while, Yar opened his eyes and said softly:
"I wrote it down."

God's gaze made Yar feel an indescribable warmth, and gave him the feeling of blurting out what was in his heart.

Al looked at God, opened his mouth, hesitated to speak.

"Say whatever you want."

"Lord, those priests would not put out the fire. I put out the fire, because the fire is not in your image."

"I saw it."

"Lord, those people call me a prophet because I came from the high mountain."

"I see, you deserve it."

God's words made Yar proud, and he knew that God had recognized him.

So, with joy, Al told many things about the past.

God listened to them one by one, until Al narrated almost everything, and He listened patiently from beginning to end.

After saying this, Al had nothing to say, and he received great relief and joy from God.

This mood is like a child showing off his deeds to his father.

Finally, Yar took up the duties of the priest and asked:
"God, what kind of animal sacrifices will we have in the future, and which animals will be sacrificed to you?"

"The sacrifices you make do me no good."

Chen Yi shook her head and laughed.

Yar was stunned for a moment, and said quickly:
"God, is there no beast that pleases you? Don't we need sacrifices?"

From the beginning of worshiping fire, the Logos people have never stopped offering sacrifices. It is a natural custom for them to slaughter the best prey and offer it to the gods. Let the blood of animals soak the altar.

Instead of answering, God asked back:

"You worship me with blood, do you want me to repay you with blood? You worship me with disaster, do you want me to repay you with disaster?"

Al heard it in his ears, trembling all over belatedly.

"Lord, from now on there will be no more bloody sacrifices."

Yar said excitedly, paused, and asked again:

"Then God, what pleases you?"

God smiled and looked down the mountain.

Yar followed the gaze of God, and it was the city of the Logos people.

In an instant, he recalled the experience of an entire civilization.

At the very beginning, the apes acquired language, shed their fur, and were later named Logosians. They divided their own hunting grounds, dried food, cut down towering giant trees, and built an early city with giant trees and rocks on the ground. prototype.

Then faced with the problem of death and the crisis of rationality, now that they have settled down after getting the answer, the Logos people are bustling on the ground, living and working in peace and contentment, building the world's first civilization, and exploring the mysteries of the world with reason.

Yar, known as the prophet, understood something, and suddenly the corners of his eyes became sour, and tears filled his eyes.

God is pleased with us.

For in this wild age,
We alone can be called "the world".

Tears streamed down his cheeks, and Yaar laughed, joyful and relieved from the bottom of his heart, and an unspeakable pride welled up in the Prophet's chest.

The only God in the world, pleases us.

"God, I often have to go up the mountain to see you."

Al said with tears in his eyes.

"Whatever you want, do it."

Yar got a response and nodded solemnly.

He warned himself in his heart, never forget the words he had spoken with God.

"Now, then, go back, Yar,"

God said to him,

"I have witnessed your past, present, and future."

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The next day.

When the east was about to dawn, Yaer walked into the palace, and King Sabo was greatly surprised by this.

Immediately afterwards, Yar asked him to call everyone to the palace and tell the original dream of last night.

King Sabo was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He obeyed Yard's order and summoned the people of the kingdom to the square in front of the palace.

The king's call could not be evaded, and after a while, the Logos people rushed to the front of the palace from all directions, and saw King Sabo and the prophet Al standing on the long steps, looking down at everything.

All eyes were on the king and the prophet.

"My people, the prophet has heard the oracle!"

Before Yaer could speak out, King Sabo couldn't wait to announce loudly.

oracle…

The voice fell to the ears, and everyone's eyes could not help trembling slightly, their breathing suddenly became heavier, and they looked at the king and the prophet in disbelief.

"God let me see darkness and chaos, and then the sky and the earth opened up, and the light came in,"

"Let me see life from the water to the ground, and our ancestors have grown up to this day."

Al spoke word by word, his voice was full of shocking power, he declared God's revelation magnificently and solemnly,

"God said, He chose me to give the revelation of God to the Logosians."

Ar declared the word of God in its original form, including God's selection, going up to the mountain to see God in the future, and no more animal sacrifices.

As soon as the prophet's words fell, King Sabo raised his hands high and declared with absolute majesty:
"We shall write it down and pass it on to our descendants, generation after generation, for our children to hear, for the children of the Logos to hear,"

"We must not forget that even if we rule over all peoples in the future and establish a great country on earth!"

The king's solemn announcement made every Logosian present excited, and the entire Logos kingdom was shouting the oracle and the declaration of the king and the prophet.

In the crowd, some covered their mouths, some let out deafening cries, some had tears in their eyes, and even those young people who had never experienced the age of ape-men trembled all over and shouted for God. of greatness.

God has given us the oracle!
In the eyes of the Logos, this means,

We have God's approval, we please God.

"O Logosians! At last we can say loudly,"

King Sabor faced the crowd,
To the kingdom and to himself the glory,
"We are God's chosen people! Our country is a country bestowed by God!"

cheer…

Trembling cheers surged from all directions, resounding in every corner of the kingdom.

The entire Logos civilization shouted the words of King Sabor, God and King Sabor.

The prophet heard the king's excited announcement, but unlike the others, he remained calm.

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The oracle came to the kingdom through the mouth of the prophet.

The Logos people passed it on orally, as King Sabo said, they passed it on to their descendants, and passed it on to their descendants.

However, the rumors always started for no reason and intensified for no reason.

Many plots made out of thin air suddenly appeared.

On the first day, someone asked Al how God had revealed him, and Al told the truth.

On the second day, Arles heard from the mouth of his eldest son, Jalesto, that the god walked out of the altar, knocked on the door of Arles' house, and then delivered the oracle himself.

This situation intensified, and the story continued to change on the third and fourth days.

But a month later, a qualitative change took place.

Jalesto told his father that it was rumored that God first revealed the king, then the prophets, and finally a vision was born, and invisible snow fell on the entire kingdom to cleanse the earth.Everyone has to offer an offering to the god at the end of the month.

"What, the gods clearly told us not to sacrifice animals, but they want to violate the oracle instead?!"

It was hard for Yar to imagine. He originally thought that no one would dare to fool the oracle even if there were misinformation and rumors. Unexpectedly, in just one month, the Logos people would misinterpret the original meaning of the oracle.

"Father, what should we do?"

As a member of the priesthood, Alestos was also extremely impatient.

And his younger brother, the carefree Tertullian, rolled in the long house, rolling at the feet of Alesto for a while, and for a while at the feet of Arles, his young body was covered with dust and dirty. Xixi, ugly as hell.

After hearing Jalesto's words, Yar lowered his head, raised his chin with one hand, and paced the longhouse involuntarily, thinking about how to pass on the oracle accurately.

Tertullian, tired of tossing and turning, crawled to the edge of the hide, his hands full of dust, which he wiped off without hesitation.

Jalesto saw it, and subconsciously said:
"Dertullian, don't spoil the hide!"

"Don't disturb me, Alesto!" Tertullian yelled, angrily dusting his hand with dust.

The conversation between the two brothers interrupted the father's thoughts. Ar turned his head and was about to reprimand the eldest son when he accidentally saw the dust that Tertullian had wiped on the hide.

The originally clean hide was smeared with dust, giving it a strange color, as if expressing Tertullian's angry mood.

Yar stared at this strange color, and the originally blocked thoughts instantly became clear, and the extremely groundbreaking ideas rushed out of his brain.

dust…

With...dust, with...leaves, with the ashes of the flames...

Use anything that can leave a trace to express God's revelation!

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Tens of thousands of years later, when the mystics of the Golden Age discovered the remains of the ancient kingdom of Logos,

What surprised them the most was the exquisite murals that can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

All kinds of murals record the life of the Logos people, hidden in the mountains and dense forests, until they are excavated from history, vividly telling people the birth, rise and fall, and collapse of the ancient kingdom.

Among the oldest murals,

It is recorded that the prophet stood before the crowd and announced the oracle on the mountain.

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