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Chapter 204 The Evangelist

Outside the holy land, galleys came across the sea one after another, and countless people looked at the high mountains in the distance, the place where the gods once stopped.

When the elves set foot on the earth, they were so excited that they shed tears immediately. They hugged each other and kissed the earth or trees. Excited shouts and devout prayers sounded everywhere. People chanted the name of the prophet Norn and praised the greatness of God.

Countless elves looked up at the mountains, they sang songs of praise, and the priests covered the road leading to the holy place with flower petals and splashed clean water to welcome batch after batch of pilgrims.

In the pilgrimage team, the first and last are the ranks of the two kings of the kingdom, and the one at the front is one of the double kings of the Nus kingdom: Old King Triel, who holds the The one-horned scepter, the crown on the head, but the simple sackcloth on the body, which represents absolute humility to God.

Old King Cui Er walked towards the holy mountain step by step, and the high priest and Xi Lan greeted the aged king at the foot of the mountain.

When Cui Er came before the high priest and Xi Lan, he saluted.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at Xi Lan and said softly:

"Xilan, those who follow the Prophet, please come with me to sacrifice on the mountain."

Xi Lan nodded heavily, then subconsciously walked behind Old Wang Trier.

"No, please stand before me,
You are the one who follows the Prophet, you are the closest one to the Prophet.

You are far more qualified than me to sacrifice to the supreme god. "

Old Wang Cui Er said piously, took a step back, and handed the sacrifice in Xi Lan's hands.

Xi Lan was a little nervous. He let out a long breath, and without any excuses, he walked in the front and stepped on the first step of climbing.

The majestic and majestic mountains fell into his eyes, and the trembling of faith broke out at this moment, and the feeling of sacredness flowed in his blood.

Xi Lan climbed the mountain slowly, and Old Wang Cuier followed behind. They walked to the high place step by step, and the steps were covered with dewy flower petals.

They walked to the ancient altar on the high mountain, and the mural of the Prophet Yar was extremely simple, exuding solemn greatness.

Soon, there will be a new mural, juxtaposed with the mural of the Prophet Yar, which will be praised and admired by all people.

Xi Lan came to the ancient altar and offered sacrifices. After that, Old King Cui Er knelt down and recited a prayer in a low voice.

It seems that Old Wang Triel is not a king, but a servant of God.

Xi Lan also knelt down and prayed in a low voice.

Not long after, Old King Cui Er stood up, holding a scepter in his hand, looking at the stone tablets standing on both sides of the altar, and wishing Sealand his blessing:

"Zeeland,
You are one who follows the Prophet,

Just by witnessing the deeds of the Prophet, you are destined to live forever. "

Zealand said softly:
"My lord, I actually didn't do anything, I...maybe I can't afford such praise."

Old Wang Cui Er turned his head, and stared at the young man's eyes benevolently,

"No, Sealand,
Everything you have done is enough to bring glory to the whole kingdom. "

"O Zeilan, you who follow the Prophet,
Now, what reward do you want?Do you have any wish? "

The voice fell to the ear, and Xi Lan couldn't help murmuring in her heart:
"What kind of reward do I want, what wish do I have..."

Inexplicably, Zealand felt lost.

Witnessing the story of the Prophet, the greatest mission, the mission entrusted by the clansmen, has been completed. For a while, he couldn't find any rewards he wanted, and he didn't have any wishes in his heart.

"I...I don't know."

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The Kingdom of Nus held grand celebrations to celebrate the covenant between God and the world, and to celebrate the stories of the prophets.

The lights of the ten thousand houses were kept on all night, and the stories of the prophets were being told everywhere. People devoutly recited the words of the prophets recorded in Sealand, and compiled new epics and sang new songs for them.

However, Xi Lan couldn't immerse himself in this grand celebration, he saw his own confusion.

While chanting and praising the Prophet, the people also cheered the name of Sealand. They sang the Logos and glorified him for witnessing the deeds of the Prophet.

Xi Lan felt that she could not afford this honor.

The keen old Wang Trier noticed all this.

At night, he summoned Sealand before the throne and asked him why he was so miserable.

"Zilan, you are the witness of the prophet, why are you frowning?"

"My king, when I set out on my way home, I thought I would be excited beyond words, but now, I can't find any trace of excitement."

After hearing this, Old Wang Cui Er was very confused, he couldn't understand, so he said:

"You deserve it all, Sealand, and you deserve to be honored."

Sealand just shook her head.

There is no glory in the heart of an elf,

Only the emptiness after fulfilling the mission.

"So...how on earth will you be honored? What can I do for you?"

Old Wang Trier's voice was patient and sincere.

The tone of that voice is outside, and it will definitely shock other races.

Because this is not like the king in the eyes of other races.

The reason why the Logos people are like this is that after the innovation of King Tertullian thousands of years ago, the royal power has been greatly restricted, and they live in an independent place. From nobility, it is more like a responsibility.

Xi Lan sighed, he looked into the distance from the open gate of the palace.

His eyes seemed to pass through an extremely long distance, and fell on the new law garden established by the prophet.

Xi Lan was stunned for a moment. He thought of something. His confused heart seemed to have found a direction.

"king,

I wish I was back in the land of Agar.

People say I am a follower of the Prophet,

perhaps…

Following the Prophet is the mission of my life. "

His hands clenched slowly,
"I hope,

Can more people be able to follow the Prophet and be the ones who follow the Prophet,

I want them to know that the kingdom of God will come and our story, along with God's grace, will be remembered forever. "

Xi Lan turned around slowly,
"Until the day when I will take up that honor with a clear conscience.

When people mention me, they will remember that I followed the Prophets. "

Old Wang Cuier looked at the young man, the haze of confusion in his eyes was slowly dispelling.

Then the king said:

"Go, Sealand,

You are one who follows the Prophet,

Will always be one who follows the Prophet. "

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A few days later, Sealand left the Kingdom of Nus.

This time, no one knew about his departure except the stone slaves who accompanied him to the ancient kingdom and the twin kings of Nus.

He didn't want to disturb anyone, and set off at night.

Zealand will return to the garden of the new law to follow in the footsteps of the Prophet.

Compared to the prophet who practiced God's will on the earth and fulfilled the mission entrusted by God, Xi Lan felt that he could not be compared with the prophet.

But so what?

I can't create a path to God like a prophet, but I can lead more people on this path, rich or poor, high or low.

"I am a preacher."

In the desert, Xilan lay on the ground, looking up at the stars in the sky full of longing,
"I am the guiding light."

Then, he clasped his hands together and prayed silently in his heart.

God, have mercy on me.

Please give me a helping hand and lead me to lead more people.

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For about forty days and nights, Xilan and his party crossed the desert and returned to the city of King Aga.

Casas took over Sealand, and under the influence of Norn, the prime minister's son had already regarded Sealand as his friend.

Xi Lan was not immersed in the celebration that Kasas had prepared for him. On the second day after returning to Aga King City, he hurried to the New Law Garden.

In the past month or so, because of the loss of Nuoen, the New Law Garden has no leader for a while. People always need a leader, and Xilan, who follows the prophet day and night, has naturally become the object of worship of believers.

Xi Lan stood in the Garden of New Laws. He stroked three stone tablets. Two stone tablets were named "Book of Kings and Prophets" and "Book of Two Kings". The name taboo that came out of the discussion was "The Second Prophet".

Xi Lan stared at the inscriptions one by one, as if gaining spiritual support from them.

The above descriptions come from every word he wrote on the papyrus day and night.

It was originally a simple text, but because it described the deeds of the prophet Norn, it became a sacred classic that guides people to the city of heaven.

What a miracle!

Xi Lan turned around slowly, put one hand on the stone tablet, and announced to everyone:
"We are the followers of the Prophet, the ones who are going to the heavenly city,"

"Whoever wants to recite the three classics, whoever wants to be saved by this,

We cannot refuse, cannot shirk. "

"Because the Prophet did it, because the Prophet did it according to God's will!"

As the voice of the announcement fell, the eyes of the kneeling and praying believers revealed the brilliance of expectation. Each of them believed in the stories of the prophets, and even witnessed the deeds of the prophets.

They are eager to let the story of the Prophet, together with the myths and legends of the other two histories, spread throughout the land of Agar.

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Under the leadership of Xi Lan, the New Law Garden began to do its best to help others, help those in need, and lead those who were either poor or suffering to the front of the three steles.

In the past, except for the first few days when the Prophet spread the ancient words, the growth of believers was slow and continuous, and there would not be a large influx of people all at once.

But it's different now. With the spread of the prophet's story, the number of believers is growing at a speed beyond Sealand's expectations.

According to the records of the "Second Prophet", Xilan began to preach for the believers. In order to avoid mistakes, most of the time, Xilan copied the original words of the prophet and did not dare to say a word.

Compared with the Prophet Norn, Sealand is a stickler.

And as a evangelist who wants to follow a prophet, there is nothing wrong with being in a rut.

Xi Lan believes that the prophet's story itself already has enough weight, and adding or deleting at will would be a clever move.

And everything went very smoothly.

The ancient sayings, the stories of salvation and the prophets, these three things, as the sharp edge of the preaching in the New Law Garden, have brought about an impact beyond imagination.

At first, the converted believers were mainly stone slaves who were suffering.

The Prophet Norn himself was a lowly stone slave, but revered as such, proclaimed a new thought in that great story.

This kind of thinking became the core of the entire New Law Garden, and that attraction led the stone slaves to convert under the three stone tablets like moths to a flame.

It is:
Step on the path of the Prophet Norn and follow the trail of the Prophet, all people, regardless of origin, gender, rich or poor, can walk on the road to the Kingdom of God.

In the temples dedicated to Cargauth, the stone slaves were discriminated against as dirty three-eyed apes. They were not allowed to enter the temple alone, let alone touch the statues of the gods, even if they had become free people. .

But in the New Law Garden, there is no such constraint.

More and more stone slaves came to the New Law Garden to pray in their spare time, and the few nobles who converted to the Lord also treated the lowly stone slaves more equally because of the atmosphere of the New Law Garden. slave.

But beneath the surface of this prosperity.

Xilan, as the head of the new law garden, has caught hidden hidden dangers.

This is a hidden danger that did not exist in the age of the prophets. If we do not pay attention to it, it will destroy this place where beliefs gather.

　Tomorrow there will be tens of thousands of words, or more.

　　Now it seems that I still owe nearly twenty more (tears)

　　All I can say is, Gagen, I'm serious.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)