After awakening the evil god, it was marked

The temperament of the shopkeeper is completely different from before, full of arrogance and disdain.

Shen Zhiyu quickly realized and asked, "Are your two sects hostile?"

"Hostile?" The shopkeeper smiled slightly. "No, only a close match can be called a hostility. They are just a group of rats running around."

Shen Zhiyu asked: "Do you mean...they are as shameless as rats, or do you mean that they are weak and can't make a difference?"

"They are all," said the shopkeeper domineeringly. "It is because they are as vile and dirty as rats that they have to hide."

"It seems that you have a lot of complaints against them..."

Yan Zhijin's cold voice interrupted their conversation abruptly: "Is it your teachings that make you reject them, or do you do this behavior spontaneously?"

The shopkeeper froze for a moment, then frowned and said, "It should be everyone's instinct to hate their existence."

He paused, and said, "However, you guessed right about one thing. The Lord did not explicitly tell us to oppose them. Even though they are so disrespectful to the Lord, the Lord still acquiesces in their existence."

"Why?" Shen Zhiyu tilted his head.

A mysterious and strange smile appeared on the lips of the owner: "Because the Lord said that even a mouse has a meaning of existence. Everything has formed a stable order, and even those dark existences are part of the order. With their existence, the universe forms a balance. So we have not expelled them until now."

"But they are always provocative." The shopkeeper's face suddenly became gloomy. "They say that the old order will only rot and become rigid, and no order can last forever. They want to destroy the balance established by the Lord. This is something we cannot tolerate. "

"However, probably this is exactly their position in the strict order. The Lord must have calculated their appearance long ago." He shrugged, "Unfortunately, the Lord doesn't care. The house smelled like smoke. They were told to move but they were unwilling to move, saying they could do whatever they wanted.”

When he said these things, Yan Zhijin always had a strange sense of familiarity.It seems that he has known these teachings from a long time ago, but they were buried deep in the depths of memory and only surfaced at this time.

He pressed his thumb on his temple, rubbed it vigorously, and said, "Can you tell us more about your religion?"

"Are you interested in joining us?" The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows gently and said, "Actually, we welcome newcomers to join us—the premise is that we truly believe in our Lord."

He took out an untitled book that had been turned over many times from the counter, opened a few pages, and showed Yan Zhijin a complicated pattern: "This is the mark of the Lord, and it is the Lord's enlightenment to us." and gifts."

Yan Zhijin's headache suddenly intensified.

Only complex imprints remained in front of his eyes, and everything else turned into blurred blocks of color. The lines that originally belonged to the plane were suspended in the air, emitting a silver-white holy light.

These lines flew towards his eyes, drilled into his eyeballs.

He closed his eyes.

It's hard to tell what kind of feeling it is, it's not a serious pain, but the head is sore and swollen, as if something is rapidly expanding inside, almost squeezing the brain.

A pair of cold hands covered his eyelids, and the coolness spread into his brain one after another, freezing the rapidly expanding consciousness back to the depths of his mind.

The shopkeeper's voice came intermittently from a distance, gradually becoming clearer.

The surrounding scenery also returned to normal.

It was only then that Yan Zhijin realized that the book had already turned to another page, and the shopkeeper had already been introducing other things.

He whispered thanks.

Yan Hui lowered his arms, hugged him from behind, put half of his body weight on his shoulders, and said lazily, "We made a promise that you will become my believer."

"I'm just asking," Yan Zhijin pursed his lips, and said firmly, "I will not become anyone's believer."

Yan Hui wasn't unhappy at all, and when he laughed, the cold air brushed the hair on his cheeks: "It's okay, we still have a lot of time."

"The image of the Lord?" The shopkeeper turned his face away and smiled several times, his eyes full of obsession, "The Lord does not have a heavy body. The Lord exists around us, and the Lord is everywhere. No one can see His true face, but He is with us. He is all things, the order of all things, omniscient and omnipotent. We are all the smallest part of the Lord."

"This is really... so amazing." Shen Zhiyu said stupidly, "But how do I feel, where have I seen something similar?"

"What about Duke Douglas?" Yan Zhijin asked.

The shopkeeper showed disgust and said, "He? He is the broken screw on the handicraft. The complete structure collapsed because of his existence. No, that's not accurate. He is the desert wind, which instantly blows everyone away. Fortresses built with so much pain are destroyed. He is the bane of all misfortunes."

"Is it too serious when you say that?" Yan Zhijin faintly felt uncomfortable.

The shop owner asked in disbelief: "Are you speaking for him? Do you know how cruel they are, how many people were killed by them, and their families were destroyed?"

Yan Zhijin was silent for a moment, and said, "No, I mean, since the god you trust recognizes the existence of his believers, he should also recognize his existence. This shows that he himself is a part of the order."

"That's because the lord is generous," the shopkeeper smiled coldly, "the lord thinks that there is no need to argue with them. The fact is exactly the same. Rats can only live in the gutter forever. Even if they call themselves gods, they are not as good as the lord." one."

"No matter how precise a clock is, it will fail one day. The order is not permanent. Perhaps its existence is to stimulate the emergence of a new order." Yan Zhijin also knew that his words were untenable, but he still Argue hard.

Yan Hui suddenly laughed.

He was still lying on Yan Zhijin's shoulder, and when he laughed, it made Yan Zhijin's shoulder tremble.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Zhijin asked with a frown.

He was inexplicably flustered, as if a blunt knife had cut his heart, and he couldn't help but grasp Yan Hui's hand tightly.

"It's nothing, I think what you said is right." Yan Hui clasped Yan Zhijin's palm, raised the corner of his mouth, and said to the owner sincerely, "The mouse is so small, even if it dangles in front of the owner every day, it will bite the mouse and destroy it." The books he likes, make his servant cry, and the noble master will not look at him. Because to him, these things are not worth mentioning. He can restore the book and comfort the servant. He has many books, and many servants."

"Perhaps even if the mouse bites the master, the master will not panic, because he didn't even break the skin, but just added a shallow tooth mark." He lay on Yan Zhijin's shoulder limply, as if A once-abandoned giant snake entwines its owner, "He doesn't care about anything, and mice can't get into his sight at all."

Although he was smiling, the fingers interlocked with Yan Zhijin were exerting force, almost breaking Yan Zhijin's fingers.

Yan Zhijin pinched his index finger and said flatly, "Shut up."

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