Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 416 412. The Birth of Faith

  The plan of pretending to be gods and ghosts was much smoother than Lao Jiang had imagined.

  He dressed up, appeared from the darkness, without even saying a word, the disabled man in front of him took the initiative to kneel.

   Under the reprimand of the old man, the young disabled people behind him also knelt on the ground with fear and excitement one by one, and the women did not even dare to look up at Lao Jiang.

  It seems that even looking directly at the "god" is a sin.

  The children were even scared by the scene before them and dare not speak.

  One by one under the protection of his mother, he also bowed to the legendary gods in homage.

  Boss Jiang’s chip has downloaded the parsed language data package belonging to the disabled. He can understand the call of the old man, but he doesn't like the way in front of him.

  He never asked his subordinates to express his feelings or loyalty in this way.

  This is meaningless except to satisfy some individual desires for power.

   So in the next instant, Lao Jiang waved the whisk without expression. He said to these people in front of him in the eloquent language of the disabled people:

   "I'm equal to the meeting after a thousand years, it shouldn't be. How proud of your ancestors, why are future generations so weak? Get up! Don't bow down."

   This humming vibrated with aura, like a war drum beat in the ear.

  Let the disabled people stare one by one, and turn with aura, drag their bodies to stand.

   To them, such a method is no different from magic or divine power. Including the old man, it seems that everyone feels the "majesty" of the gods.

  They all got up again, bowed their heads, maintaining the meaning of respect. The thoughts of these disabled people who have survived thousands of years of suffering in their faith are actually well understood.

  All their ideas stem from a basic cognition.

  That is the supremacy of gods.

  If the gods do not allow them to bow down, then they will not bow down to anyone in the future.

  "唰"

  Lao Jiang, who was suspended in the air, used the supernatural powers of space, and his figure appeared in the containment room of the glass cabin in the flashing room. This scene also caused several mutilated people to whisper.

  They saw the god’s “power” once again with their own eyes.

  The excitement and respect in the eyes are almost overflowing, and the knees are also a little shaken, but you can't kneel!

  God said, no.

   "Everyone else is going to do their own thing, you, stay here, I want to ask you a few questions."

  Lao Jiang hung in the air, flicking the whisk, and commanding a few words to the person in front of him. The male and female immediately dispersed, although they didn't know what they had to do.

  But I was still obedient and dispersed according to the previous activity. The men went on patrols, and the women took care of the children. The "relaxation and enjoyment" that should have been continued.

  Watching a man and a woman walk into the next cubicle, and close the door knowingly, making Lao Jiang’s eyes twitch, these guys are really upright.

  The four children also returned to the sofa and continued to watch the animation in front of them, but they were children, and their thinking was not as rigid as their parents.

  So when watching an animation, a few children always look towards the "god" with their heads.

  They saw the **** take a beautiful orb from his waist.

  In the next instant, clouds and mists rose, covering them like a hood, but in the blink of an eye, this large glass room was turned into a jungle of birds and flowers as the children watched in astonishment.

  There were beautiful butterflies they had never seen before, flying around the four children, and immediately attracted their attention. The children chuckled and chased the butterflies.

  The disabled men and women looked at the miracle of “changing the world” with a dull expression, looking at the bright sky and the earth, as well as the extremely real forest and lake.

  They praised the power of the gods in their hearts.

  But this is just a small fantasy that Lao Jiang used to make with the beads. If Shi Yan was here, she would definitely disdain that this fantasy was too bad, but it couldn't be better to use it to pretend to be gods and ghosts.

   Above the clouds in the illusion, Lao Jiang sculpted out two chairs made of clouds, sat on them, and pointed to the other handicapped old man holding the slate respectfully in front of him.

  The latter, with a touch of excitement, sat on it half butt, waiting for questions from the gods at any time.

  "I am not your god, I am just a descendant of the power that descended from the stars to aid your ancestors in the war of destruction. I ask you, in your history, when did the gods twilight happen?"

  Lao Jiang didn't waste any time, and asked questions straight to the subject.

  The old man touched the stone slab in his arms, and then said in a tone of shame:

  "Honorable deity, I can’t answer the exact time. My grandfather once experienced the Twilight of the Gods. He survived the monsters’ malice in destroying the world.

  He told my father that those monsters not only destroyed the world, but also destroyed time. It is difficult for us to record accurate days.

  But according to the slab left by my father, that terrible war should have occurred a thousand years ago, maybe 1,500 years, or 1,300 years

  As for your identity, when I saw your attire, I already knew that my grandfather left behind advice that must be passed down. He said that the gods outside the territory are also gods.

  We must respect you as if we respect our own gods.

  He also said that in the doomsday of the gods’ twilight, he had personally seen the gods outside the territories driving the beasts, descending from the stars, and they came with redemption.

  When our world was about to collapse, it was them who extended a helping hand to our gods.

  In that terrible war of destruction, the gods outside the territory opened the light door to their kingdom.

  They cannot save our world.

  But they can maintain the heritage of our civilization. "

  In Lao Jiang’s listening, he hardly needed to ask too much. The old man in front of him said everything he knew exactly.

  There must be an exaggeration when mortals tell stories about gods.

   But according to his statement, after the end, they only passed on for two generations, so these statements should not be too ridiculous in general.

  He stroked the stone slab handed down by his grandfather in his hand, and said to Lao Jiang with great respect:

  "The gods among the stars outside the territory are benevolent. They send powerful gods and warriors on the front lines, in the sky, and in **** to help our warriors defend against the fallen demons.

  In the grandest temple built by our ancestors for our gods, they will send every mortal or descendant who can get there to the end.

  But not everyone can get salvation under the apocalypse.

  Only those who have respect for our gods, who are pure in heart and who have not done evil, are qualified to set foot on our sacred mountain and be qualified to be saved.

  The gods are merciful.

  They hope to save everyone in the disaster, but the fallen demons are too powerful. They tore the sky, destroyed the earth, and trapped many evacuated innocent people on the battlefield.

  Even if it is a god, there is no way to save everyone.

  But the compassionate gods also promised that after the dusk of the gods is over, our world will usher in the era of mortals, and my grandfather has seen the last war. "

  The old man took a deep breath. He recalled the memory passed down from his father and said in a solemn and low tone:

  "The good people are allowed to enter the kingdom of God outside the territory and enjoy the wealth forever. The brave people follow the gods into the battlefield, their bodies are destroyed, but their souls are sublimated and become one with the gods.

  The gods, with pure bodies, blocked the last mortals who were not kind enough or brave enough. Even under the end of the day, they did not abandon us.

  They used the mighty power of Genesis to turn into the divine power to destroy the darkness, and at the cost of the magical power of the entire world, they exiled those demons that rushed out of the abyss to the sun-scorching judgment.

  They sacrificed themselves and brought us a mortal era.

  But we are guilty. "

  The old man sighed. He stroked his chest and felt the beating of his heart. He said:

  "We are not kind enough, we lack courage, and less have the wisdom to be enlightened by God. In the years since the deities and demons have died together, we have also ushered in our own judgment.

  Under the guidance of the first prophets, only those who sincerely repent of their original sin can survive the fourfold judgment.

  At first it was a famine, and the world became barren. The fertile land was unwilling to grant us any more gifts. Many people died of food.

   Then there was war, and the tortured arrogants rushed on the red soil.

  They are unwilling to admit their original sin, and even curse the gods. They destroyed the temple, and driven by desire, they killed each other with the weapons left by their ancestors.

  So, the death of the third judgment also came.

  It was an era of chaos, which lasted for hundreds of years.

  And the last trial.

   is ignorance."

  Under Lao Jiang’s gaze, the disabled old man cried out. He stroked the stone slab in his hand and sobbed and said:

  "The chaos of war made us forget the nobility of our ancestors, and the brutal habits made us give up our only wisdom. All the temples were destroyed and used as a fortress of war.

  The prophets who passed on wisdom died in the war of the arrogant. When we wake up in the ruins, we no longer know these words.

  While disasters torment our bodies, darkness also envelopes our hearts.

  History has also become a myth passed down by word of mouth, wisdom has become a rare thing, and we are as beautiful as our ancestors, but our hearts are overgrown with weeds.

  We can only pick up some bricks and tiles from the remnants of the past, and soothe the soul with the remnants of the past civilization.

   is like an idiot running on a dark beach, taking every shell washed from the ocean of history as a trivial memorial of the sacred past.

  We are guilty.

  The benevolent **** forgave us.

  But the sin is with us. My grandfather’s generation told us that as long as our original sin is paid for, there will be a return of the gods.

   just as you appear.

  The new gods born after the end of the gods’ twilight will guide us who are abandoned in the darkness to find our promised land.

   and guide us to re-enter the kingdom of God reserved for us. "

  He lowered his head and finished his story.

  But Lao Jiang squinted his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him. His language was very sincere, but he always felt that something was missing, like a repetitive machine without feelings.

  So a few seconds later, Lao Jiang said:

   "But you don't believe in this legend, you don't believe that you will get the so-called redemption, right?"

"I"

  The old man's instinct is to refute.

  But under Lao Jiang’s sharp eyes, he tremblingly hugged the slate in his arms, even if he didn’t know much about the writing on it.

  He finally lowered his head and said in shame:

"Yes.

I don’t believe in the legend left by my grandfather. It’s more like self-deception in despair. I don’t even believe in the existence of the Twilight of the Gods. I have lived for too long. I have seen too many terrible things on my people. happen.

  We may really have the original sin, but this sin will never be paid.

  But as a descendant of a prophet.

  I must tell every tribe I meet, tell my children, I must tell them to persevere in that desperate world.

do not give up.

  I know this is just an illusory hope.

   But if even this hope disappears, we are really over. Too many compatriots have chosen to end themselves in despair.

  We have lost everything, we only have this fictitious hope. "

  Lao Jiang nodded, he changed to a more comfortable sitting position, leaning on the cloud chair, he didn't even play the role of the pretending **** any more, he popped a cigarette at random and stuck it in his mouth.

  In the light of the fire, the first wisp of smoke rose.

  Boss Jiang looked at the old prophet in front of him, and he said softly and meaningfully:

   "Then, do you believe it now?"

"I believe!"

  The old prophet held the slate in his arms tightly. He looked at Jiang Xia and said solemnly:

  "I have seen it with my own eyes, I have experienced it with my own eyes, and I no longer doubt my faith and the hope I proclaim in my heart. I will tell this story and your kindness to every compatriot I meet.

  If they don’t believe it

  I will strangle them myself!

  In your name."

  He raised the stone slabs in his hands, and dedicated them to Jiang Xia, who was swallowing clouds and mists before him, without a trace of divine temperament. He pleaded:

  "My people and I are willing to dedicate everything to the gods. We only have the most humble request. Please save our civilization that no longer exists, just like saving us.

   Just as the gods' twilight foretold a thousand years ago.

  Please bring down grace.

  Let the mortal era predicted by our ancestors truly come. "

  (End of this chapter)