After becoming a disciple of the Pope

After the sun rose and the moon set alternately, the sky was completely brightened.

After accepting the worship of the believers, the two stepped into the temple along the long road paved with red carpets under countless ceremonies. Along the way, bright petals continuously floated into the air from both sides of the road. The believers believed that Dedicate flowers that symbolize vitality and beauty to the gods, and you can get the gifts and blessings of gods.

Ye Shaoqing followed Ye Zheng, different from Ye Zheng who was calm and calm, and kept smiling to the cheering believers along the road. Although there is no real creator in the world, the smile of the Holy Son can give the pious People with visible comfort give them great spiritual satisfaction.

In the temple, apart from the dignitaries of the Central Holy See, almost all the celebrities and dignitaries in the upper class of the imperial capital were included, and even His Royal Highness Feng Yu, the deity, was present in person to congratulate the emperor who was lingering in bed.

Amidst the melodious music of praise, Ye Shaoqing and Ye Zheng stood on a high jade platform and received the distinguished guests in the front row one by one. At this time, the audience list would be overcrowded, not only to meet the Pope up close Your Majesty and His Royal Highness the Holy Son want to receive His Majesty's personal blessing and personally experience the baptism of the Holy Light. Many people may not be able to encounter such a god-sent opportunity in their lifetime.

The most important thing is that this kind of celebration specifically stipulates that children under the age of ten can be brought along. If your children can hit the big luck and awaken the holy light after blessing and baptism, the future will naturally be limitless. No matter how high the price is, it is worth paying for a grand event that spreads all over the imperial capital in an instant.

Mrs. Ye, who was almost at the end of the VIP list, was very anxious. Originally, according to General Ye's status, their family could be ranked in the top ten no matter what, not to mention that she was the adoptive mother of His Royal Highness, so she specially brought along I took care of my little niece who just turned ten years old.

But when he arrived at the scene, he realized that he was actually at the bottom of the line. Looking at the darkness in front of him, it might be over before he was here.

"Ye Ke, how long is your father going to stay in the Temple of Light?" Mrs. Ye quietly grabbed the eldest son's arm and asked anxiously, "Is it your third brother... he blamed your father?"

Ye Ke lowered his voice with some embarrassment, "Stop thinking about it, father will be back in a few days."

Madam Ye bit her lip, glanced at the high platform with dark eyes, and said, "Why don't you go talk to him, if it's you, maybe he will listen to you."

"...Mother." Ye Ke smiled wryly and shook his head. Now Shaoqing looks at herself as if she were a stranger, so how could she still listen to him?

Ye Lang snorted coldly: "At any rate, our Ye family has raised him for so many years. If his father hadn't brought him back, he might have died outside. Now he's actually ungrateful..."

"Ye Lang!" Ye Ke reprimanded with a serious face, "Shut up!"

Ye Lang wriggled his lips indignantly, after all he didn't dare to contradict his elder brother.

Under the jade steps not far away, the second prince Feng Gan half-kneeled on the ground to salute the two as the archbishop. His calm eyes looked up at the position that should belong to him, and at the Pope who should be close to him and teach him. Standing next to another man, looking at the person who should have bowed his head to him, looking down on him from above.

All the eyes around him looked at him as if they were looking at a complete loser. Every second was a torment. At the moment when they lowered their eyes, all the emotions in Feng Gan's eyes surged wildly, and when they looked up again, everything was silent go down.

Prince Fengyu was sitting in the VIP seat not far from him, watching him silently with indifferent eyes, and at the moment he passed him, he smiled and asked in a low voice: "Fenggan, when you stubbornly chose to enter Holy See, have you ever regretted it now?"

Feng Gan glanced at his elder brother and said with a sneer, "You should be glad that I entered the Holy See, otherwise, where would there be a place for mediocre you to sit here?"

"You have liked to fight for victory since you were a child." Feng Yu was not angry, but just smiled: "However, what is terrible is not mediocrity, but the fact that you are obviously mediocre but refuse to admit it. Is it someone else?"

After a moment of indeterminate silence, Feng Gan suddenly laughed: "It's just because of that person's favor and protection. It may not be his own ability to get lucky. The person who laughs last is often not the first to laugh." People, but unscrupulous people." After speaking, he took a deep look at the high platform for the last time, and left without looking back.

The anxious Mrs. Ye did not wait for the Pope's blessing after all. Apart from cursing in her heart, she could only watch helplessly as Ye Zheng led Ye Shaoqing surrounded by the archbishop of the temple and a group of knights, and continued the process of the ceremony. Go in the direction of the beast palace.

The believers along the way naturally separated to the two sides to make way for the Holy See's team. From the Temple of Light to the Palace of the Holy Beast, the continuous flow of people was like a long river flowing continuously.

This is the last important ceremony of the ceremony. Under the guidance of the holy beast, His Royal Highness needs to enter the holy altar alone, and swear an oath to the great god through the holy scepter, to protect the Holy See, the believers, and the human race forever.

After being baptized in the Holy Pool, the ceremony that lasted for a whole day was considered completely complete.

Entering the Holy Beast Palace again, the quiet meadow and green lake are blown by the breeze, like flowing waves, Bai Ze's real body appears in Ye Shaoqing for the second time, and its pair of long horns can no longer tell which one is newborn.

Ye Shaoqing's eyes lingered on its long horns wrapped in electric light for a while, and then touched its head. The warm feeling under the palm conveyed the meaning of intimacy and love.

Even Yezheng was astonished, when he entered the Holy Beast Palace, he didn't see Bai Ze treating him like this.

Could it be that his disciple has the physique of attracting strange beasts?

As the golden light between Bai Ze's brows lit up, a huge vortex suddenly rolled up in the center of the lake. Bai Ze carried Ye Shaoqing on the turbulent water surface, as if walking on flat ground, the figures of a person and a beast slowly sank into the vortex and disappeared. .

The Holy Altar is a huge underground palace built under the Palace of the Holy Beast. The towering bluestone walls and carved totems of different styles are everywhere in the underground palace. The clear murals on both sides of the corridor bear the silent imprint of the years, and they have not decayed after thousands of years of vicissitudes. This place seems to be cut off from time and space, forming a quiet world on the other side.

Bai Ze called out to Ye Shaoqing at the entrance, and slowly disappeared into the air.

Occupational disease broke out, Ye Shaoqing's eyes were already glued to countless murals, and he couldn't move away at all. The paintings on them were the history of the struggle between human race and alien beasts, as well as the process of establishing the Holy See. At the end of the murals, he finally got his wish I saw awn.

Ye Zheng had never described Mang's appearance, but Ye Shaoqing knew it the first time he saw it, it must be the leader of the legendary alien beast group, the king of kings.

It was a dragon hovering between heaven and earth.

With golden scales and long beard, its long figure appears on the top of the snow mountain at one end, but its tail can sink into the river thousands of miles away.

Ye Shaoqing stood in front of the mural and stared at this lifelike golden dragon. For some reason, he was a little fascinated. It was so beautiful, as if it was the most elegant and domineering existence among all things in the world.

Further on, in the last painting, after a fierce battle, Mang was defeated by the gods and roared unwillingly.

"Unexpectedly, there are dragons in this world." Ye Shaoqing muttered to himself, so fascinated by the sight that he almost forgot the business.

Before he knew it, the corridor had come to an end. Ye Shaoqing pushed open a door in front of him, his field of vision suddenly widened, and a circular altar as big as half a football field suddenly appeared in front of him.

A huge golden scepter in the center, bound by countless black chains, stands quietly on the altar like a lighthouse that will never collapse. The magnificent brilliance radiates continuously, almost blinding people The sun, the moon and the stars hovered in the dark dome, quietly watching the strange visitors below.

"This is the sacred scepter..." Ye Shaoqing narrowed his eyes, feeling the extremely pure and vast aura of holy light, as if the whole person had settled down from the restlessness, and the depth of his heart was unprecedentedly stable and peaceful.

Invisibly, there seemed to be a strong attraction, pulling him involuntarily towards the center of the altar. It was a fetter and call from the depths of the soul, which he could not resist and could only obey.

Ye Shaoqing's sea of ​​consciousness suddenly vibrated the moment he stepped on the altar, and waves of dizziness swept over him. Infinite staggered pictures appeared in front of his eyes. Many of the pictures contained a giant dragon, either still or moving. The scene he had never experienced flashed like a revolving lantern, and it seemed to fly by for a thousand years in a short period of time.

The phantom of the scepter kept trembling over the sea of ​​consciousness, and finally shot out from between his eyebrows, like a wanderer who left home and couldn't wait to return to his homeland. It had completed its mission, cheered excitedly, and threw itself into the scepter body embrace, and become one with it!

Ye Shaoqing was shocked to witness all this happening. He had never seen it before, but he felt familiar for no reason.

"Kakaka——" The sacred scepter trembled in the altar, or the entire altar trembled, as if it was about to break free from the chains and soar into the air. Ye Shaoqing stretched out his hand miraculously, and pressed his palm against the pillar of the scepter On his body, something that surprised him happened again - all the shocks stopped abruptly at this moment, even time stood still at this moment, and the world returned to calm again, it seemed that everything just now did not exist, it was just his fantasy.

After a long while, Ye Shaoqing regained consciousness from the trance, and felt himself. The holy light in his body was still there, and it was even more vigorous and powerful. All the magical arts taught by Yezheng have now undergone a qualitative leap.

It's just that he has new doubts in his heart. Why do he see so many fragments, most of which have awns, but he has never seen the appearance of a god?

A clear and distant call brought him back to his thoughts, and Bai Ze's figure appeared again, signaling Ye Shaoqing to leave with it.

"Hey, is this the end? I still want to study it carefully..."

Ye Shaoqing looked back three times at every step, reluctantly followed Bai Ze's buttocks, reluctantly bid farewell to this altar full of mystery like a ruin, and didn't know when the next time he would come in again.

The exit and the way of arrival seem to be different. Ye Shaoqing looked at the steaming water curtains in front of him in surprise, completely defying the gravity of the earth, flowing from bottom to top, like upside-down waterfalls. I don’t know where the source comes from. I don't know where it will go.

He even suspected that it was himself who was really upside down.

After crossing the last water curtain barrier, the misty holy pool is close in front of you. Ye Shaoqing's luxurious sacrificial robe has been completely soaked by water, and it hangs heavily on his body, with layers of blue neckline decorated with tassels Dragged by the weight of the water, it slid away to the sides of the shoulders, revealing an almost transparent white lining, like a Chinese cabbage that has absorbed water.

Throw it into the holy pool and cook it until it is cooked.

Just when Ye Shaoqing was thinking about whether to take off this burden, there seemed to be a figure standing beside the watery holy pool, waiting for him.

The author has something to say: Ye: I’m so excited that I don’t have to keep pure at last