only god

Chapter 494 Respect for History (Two in One)

The man was wearing a linen coat covered in patches.

He was not dissatisfied when he heard Wildo's words, but asked Wildo for advice.

"Please tell me, what is the right way to pray?"

Of course Wildo would not refuse, he immediately said:

"I've heard you're very knowledgeable, but it's clear that you've gotten it wrong with prayer, and you want to praise God's grace, but your words are so old-fashioned that none of us would say that, and we now Often say, 'God, you have shown the way', and I noticed that in your prayer, Solamus was not mentioned, that is the prophet who blew the trumpet, how can you not mention it! Please listen I said, I will teach you..."

So, Wildo began to teach the method of prayer in front of that person. He explained to the person what God did on the birthday of rebirth and the scriptures of the Millennium Prophets.

The man looked at Wildo patiently and quietly, relishing Wildo's narration, and nodded in response from time to time.

Seeing him like this, Wildo smiled. He felt a little proud, and his hands were sweating with excitement.

It seems that I learned well from my godfather, didn't I?
"Let me demonstrate, 'God, you have shown the way, and that will lead to bliss...'."

Virdo patiently taught the man how to pray, and the latter recited along with Virdo over and over again, correcting any mistakes on the spot, and the priest of the church at the side added a few words from time to time, and explained the connotation, and finally , They talked from early morning to noon, the sun was hanging high on the mountain, and people were sweating profusely. At this time, they had to stop.

"I have learned a lot from you."

The man bowed to them and thanked them sincerely.

"It's a job."

Wildo raised his voice a little excitedly.

He enjoys the sense of accomplishment from teaching others.

When noon came, the man wanted to entertain them, but both Wildo and the priest of the order declined. They wanted the midday prayer of the Islamic group, so the two parties parted here, they hugged each other, and then kissed the back of each other's hands.

Wildo left happily. He returned to the church, reminiscing about the feeling that the man listened to him enthusiastically and humbly. Even in the quiet atmosphere of prayer, he couldn't help stealing joy in his heart.

Tomorrow, the members of the congregation set off to leave this unremarkable town. The man came to see him off. He was dressed in a black robe. In order to thank Wildo and the priest for his teaching, he specially gave some gifts. The congregation did not refuse, praise After learning his character, he accepted it.

Wildo, who was in charge of the accounts, counted the gifts from the man. Those things were packed in a bamboo basket, which contained some eggs, a piece of cloth, and a book. Although there were few things, the gifts were light and affectionate. Picking up the book, looking at the cover, the title was written on it - "The Life of the Disciple Xilan".

"It seems that he has been to Aga King City, and this book is still very new."

Wildo held up the book and said.

"He's been there too? But yes, that town is not far from Wangcheng."

Gomo said in agreement.

This true believer is also a young man in the sect, and he has a good relationship with Wildo.

The religious group marched all the way to the border port of the Kingdom of Aga, stopping all the way as before, but not every day they could meet a small town where they could stay overnight. Sometimes, they could only stay in forests, wastelands, grasslands, etc. Camp in the wild, light a bonfire, and take a short rest.

Wildo recalled the experience of that day several times these days. Although the sense of accomplishment was small, it made people feel lingering joy. He thought of the plainly dressed man, and he lamented that he was able to help such a pious man. people.

Beside the bonfire, Wildo was flipping through the book that the man gave him, which was the book "The Life of the Disciples of Sealand". Flipping through it, it happened to be free now, so he started flipping through it.

The book first briefly describes the life of Xilan. In the first few pages, regarding the birth of Xilan, the author of the book claims that there were many visions on the earth on that day, for example, a cloud suddenly stayed on Above the kingdom, nine days do not move...

And at the end of this description, Wildo saw a series of words, he looked carefully, it turned out that it was a series of notes, which should be left by that person.

I saw it said: [I have never heard of it. 】

Wildo couldn't help but feel that the man was a little critical.

He continued to read, and the book mentioned the first ecumenical meeting. At that time, Sealand suppressed the noise with absolute authority and enough courage. He never took sides, and was like a just balance from beginning to end.

Next to this description, there is also a string of notes: [Maybe not so impartial...]

Wildo frowned.

In the latter part of the book, the book says that Sealand was skeptical at first, but God has shown His miracles many times, but Sealand still has doubts.

And after this long paragraph of text, the man also left notes.

[No, there is only one miracle, and one is enough. 】

Wildo finally couldn't help shaking his head, he felt that the man's thoughts were inappropriate.

"Lord, I'm going to tell him well if I ever see him again."

"I have to tell him that he must have enough respect for those great figures in history."

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Belvan had an adventure.

He didn't know how long he had spent in that sea of ​​souls. When he returned from the promotion ceremony, he found that the time had hardly passed.

When he returned, he suddenly felt that his consciousness had returned to his body, and his perception of the surroundings had undergone extraordinary changes.

Bellevin became, more aware of the minutiae.

The fine dust on the wall, the two ants whispering on the edge of the table, the dripping but not yet dripping water droplets on the leaves outside the window... He felt that the surrounding things became much clearer than before, And also aware of the relationship and nature between things and things.

"How wonderful..."

Belvan murmured.

"Teacher! What's wrong with you!"

Prince Mulla shouted.

Belvan turned around and asked aloud:
"How long has passed, since the soul of the ego has left the body?"

Prince Mulla was stunned for a moment,
"Get out of the body, do you mean rolling your eyes? It didn't take long, it seemed less than a minute..."

less than 1 minutes...

"Mula, you don't know how long I stayed there. I stayed there for more than a minute, maybe a few hours, but the real time didn't even last a minute."

Belvan was a little stunned at first, and then recovered his composure. He kept this time firmly in his mind, turned and walked to the desk. This is important research data.

"Teacher, how are you, what have you been through?"

Prince Mulla asked anxiously.

Belvan took a deep breath,

"Sorry to scare you, Mulla.

If you haven't experienced it, you wouldn't think what I saw.

There, I saw an ocean that reflects the soul, what you are thinking, it will emerge, it leads me to the depths, leads me to see who, and finally I found that it is me..."

Belvan tried his best to describe what he saw in the sea of ​​souls. Similar to the previous experience of Kagu, Belvan saw an existence like another self in the deepest part, and merged with it, instead of Blending together, there is also the old saying of the class of the scholar's road.

"I am now... I have stepped into the Tao, and in our classification... it is the first level."

Saying that, Belvan tried to use this power.

He concentrated his attention bit by bit, concentrating on a blank manuscript, and slowly, the other irrelevant voices in his ears gradually became smaller, until they were like flies whispering.

"I'm angry with Laosu."

Belfan recited the old saying in a low voice, and for a moment, illusory fonts appeared on the manuscript out of thin air. He was agitated and shouted fiercely:
"Look, Mulla, look!"

Mu La was bewildered.
"Look at what?"

Belvan was slightly taken aback, and then understood that Mulla hadn't performed the promotion ceremony, so he couldn't see what he saw.

"He can't see what I see, which means that he doesn't know what I know... This may be one of the mysteries of the scholar's path, seeing what others can't see, and knowing what others don't know."

Talking to himself, Belvan looked at the floating handwriting.

The handwriting was hazy and illusory, and it said: [This is a blank manuscript with nothing on it, maybe Belvan will leave his handwriting later. 】

Belvan was taken aback, he really wanted to write on it later.

"Maybe Belvan will leave his handwriting later... Is this sentence a prophecy? Is the path of a scholar related to the God of Prophecy?"

While thinking in his heart, Belvan quickly left handwriting on the manuscript.

The manuscript in front of him, as well as the mountains of manuscripts, both large and small, will be bound into a book by him in the future, and his name will be signed on the title page. In the end, of course, the title of the book will be written on the cover— - "Road".

Belvan knew that it would be the knowledge he had condensed for a lifetime.

"Thank the gods, praise the gods, ah, the great Heris, and his father."

After quickly writing all the notes on the blank manuscript, Belvan put down the quill and sighed excitedly.

The same is true for Mu La beside him. He stepped forward and gave the teacher a big hug.

"Teacher, I didn't expect you to thank Herris."

After the hug, Mulla joked,

"I thought the way of creation had locked your heart with His Father."

Belvan smiled, shook his head and said:

"I am a dwarf, not a three-eyed ape, not a human, and not even an elf.

Even though I went to Deschanel to study, I always remember that I am a dwarf. "

As he spoke, Belvan was reminded of distant and happy memories, and he said:
"I have met many people in the human empire. I have seen some bad priests who corrupted the law and betrayed the believers, but most of them I have seen are good. When I just arrived in Deschanel At that time, I was worried that I would be excluded because of my belief in Heris, but the priest in class told me a word, which I remembered for a long time."

Prince Mulla asked curiously:
"What?"

Belvan said softly:

"Not everyone has to be a true believer."

Prince Mulla suddenly felt incredible, and murmured:

"That priest is too enlightened. I have never seen such an enlightened person, whether in the true religion or in our temple."

Belvan nodded and said:

"Maybe it's because there are many people like me in that academy."

After chatting, Belvan tried various ancient sayings of the first level of the scholar's path one after another. He recorded every situation, and sighed at the same time.

Originally, it took a very long time to comprehend the ancient sayings. Even the prophet Norn, who brought the ancient sayings, is said to have only mastered three in nine years, but now I can master several ancient sayings. The language is used flexibly and integrated.

The only fly in the ointment is that the path of a scholar does not seem to have any ancient sayings for combat or self-defense, but the various wonderful abilities it provides have already made Belvan feel very satisfied.

But Belvan didn't know that along with his mastery of the ancient sayings, on the other side, Laren, the god of dreams, also started his actions.

In the temple dedicated to the God of Dreams, priests in cassocks come and go, waiting for the altars and statues of the Dream God.

A priest knelt on the ground, reciting various scriptures about the God of Dreams as usual.

Many people hope that they have a good dream, so unlike the taboo God of Death, Laren, the God of Dreams, does not receive many worships on the ground, but it is not too little.

The priest kneeling on the ground was about to get up in front of the statue after reciting the lengthy scriptures.

Suddenly, he felt a huge force from his shoulders, as if something was pressing on him, preventing him from leaving.

In an instant, the priest felt an uncontrollable drowsiness. When he closed his eyes and fell into a dream, a solemn voice rang in his ears.

"Sit on your knees, I have an order."

The priest was shocked, and in his sleep, the glorious temple of the God of Dreams in the Kingdom of the Gods was unreservedly outlined in front of him.

"Laren, god of endless dreams, your humble servant is always ready to accept your will."

The glorious scene shocked the spirit of the priest in an instant, and the faith accumulated over the years made him unable to help shouting.

Oneiroi Laren carefully looked at the priest.

The priest came from a humble background, but he was a fallen nobleman. He was neither excluded nor valued in this temple. It stands to reason that he would perform sacrifices day after day until he died of old age and was sent to the underworld. .

But Laron saw the aptitude in him, which was far better than his other priests.

"Leon, I will grant you the grace of dreams, and you will do for me what I ask.

You will make your tracks go to Karrond, the kingdom of the dwarves, where the great enemy of the gods will be slain. "

(End of this chapter)