Chapter 1838: Four hundred and sixteen

Chapter 1838 Chapter 416: Victory or Defeat
When people are in a low position, they are more likely to be misunderstood.
Because looking down is the same as looking up, it is impossible to see the full picture of things, and people are the type who likes to be arbitrary, so Chongxiao's pain is interpreted as fear.
The betrayer was punished by the gods, so he was afraid of the gods and knelt down in front of the temple. This story is really gentle and reasonable.
Old people often say that silence is gold and eloquence is silver.
The world is silent but contains the most truth, and the true innocence does not need to be expressed in words.
At first, Chong Xiao believed it because he was ashamed of his heart.
Since serving as the herder of the South Territory, he has never done anything wrong with the herders. Even if some losses were caused by the herdsmen, he was too generous to pursue them.
In the years when he became the herder of the Southern Territory, all herdsmen squeezed their heads to join his pasture because of this kindness.
But as the rumors of his betrayers were confirmed in the crowd, everything changed.
He became a stingy, greedy, sinister, and despicable slave owner.
All the sufferings he suffered have become sins punished by God for unrighteousness.
Some believers whispered to their children to warn, taking Chongxiao as an example of sin, and warning that the sacred knows everything and don’t get lucky;
Merchants who have eyes of fox sorrow, almost treat Chongxiao as a fellow, their lips trembled but they didn't speak, they just raised a lot of money into the temple;
More, it refers to pointing, the initial guess is based on the rumors.
Silence is not exchanged for innocence, but the prevalence of lies.
No one would say a good thing to Chongxiao, if it weren't for the temple, those believers who came and went with the delight in their eyes would definitely not just pass the matter.
All of this made Chong Xiao grieve inexplicably.
It's like being sucked away.
After only three days of work, the herder of the Southern Territory, who originally had a straight rocker, lied into a pool of mud.
The physical and mental double blows made Chongxiao no longer have the meaning to live. A few days of dripping did not enter, causing him to curl up on the ground with his body curled up, his dry lips squirming, and he couldn't hear him. Statement.
If someone could get closer, he could probably catch a few gossamer-like sounds.
Muttering words such as "Holy", "Dear", and "Boss".
Apart from these words, more is the determination to leave.
This person doesn't want to live anymore, just hope that the divine can take him back.
Legend has it that only the most upright and sincere believers can ascend to the gods after death and enjoy eternal years with the sacred.
Therefore, the misunderstanding in the world is not important, he just wants to return to the sacred embrace.
"Please take me away."
The muttering between life and death is still the infinite respect and love for the sacred.
But this is not the answer that comers want to hear.
"The sacred leaves you with nothing, why do you still respect him."
Just when Chongxiao's spirit was drifting and he was about to reach the sky, a majestic voice that seemed to be a divine edict came into his ears.
This voice seemed to be the opposite of the sacred, containing infinite anger and power.
Just hearing it suddenly caused Chong Xiao's almost exhausted body to regenerate power, and his spirit was also refreshed.
Chong Xiao, who was awake, was a little confused, could this be the world after death?
Just when he was startled, the voice appeared again.
"Why, don't resist!"
If it was confuse last time, then this time is a lesson.
Chong Xiao remembered that he was literate in the temple when he was a teenager. Because he was naughty, the old priest asked him to stretch out his palm and was severely hit by the ruler three times.
Even if he later became a wealthy man in the southern realm, the palm of his hand would still ache in occasional dreams.
Chong Xiao didn't know why he would associate the voice in his mind with the old priest.
Maybe the indisputable feeling is too similar.
"You praise me?"
Chong Xiao did not answer the voice question, but only asked: "I have taken honesty and integrity as my work as you said, and I never slack in a day."
"Counsel, fool, the sacred ruined everything about you, but you dare not even be angry?"
Although he didn't see it, Chong Xiao felt that the owner of the voice in his mind must be furious.
"Chongxiao was originally from naked. The church brought me up and the sacred accompanied me. Zixiao will never do unrighteous things. If everything from Chongxiao was taken away by the sacred, then there must be something. significance."
Chongxiao, who is born with new power and can kneel down, said: "If you are angry, you will slander the gods, just like these strangers who don't understand; if you hate, you are destroying the most precious thing I have."
"What you have has been destroyed by the sacred."
With the roar in his mind, Chong Xiao saw a gathering of mysterious clouds and nine colored clouds on the southern grassland.
It seemed that the herds of cattle and sheep were beating uncomfortably, some of them were extraordinarily strong and intelligent, even knocking over the fence, trying to escape.
The herders rubbing their sleepy eyes were startled, and came out of the felt to check the situation, and the rain of thunder fell suddenly.
After the dazzling brilliance, the pasture became scorched earth running through thousands of miles.
Chong Xiao, tearful of his face, spoke again: "Thank you for allowing me to see this scene, but this is not what I have, but the sacred gift to me.
Whatever He gives can be taken back. The most precious thing I have is my faith in Him. This matter will not be changed by Chongxiao's wealth, poverty, happiness, pain, health, disease, intelligence, and dullness. "
The voice in his mind didn't appear again, the new force that Chong Xiao had produced was taken away again, and the whole person fell on the ground again.
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Luanzhou Temple, on the Zixia Tianzhu
"you lose."
On the seat, the Zixiao God Sovereign smiled, and said with a smile to the unkind Sect Master Lingxiao.
Ji Shang's face was ugly. This ugly appearance was not only because he lost the bet, but also because it was unbelievable. It only took An's 1,000 years to erase all the efforts of other human sages in Central Continent.
And let the people of Central Continent have such a degree of fanaticism.
Zi Xiao did not continue to attack Ji Shang, but turned to Tang Luo and said, "The dean does not go to the God's Court like the monarch to see the layout of the Wushuang Star Palace?"
"Don't worry about this. I have a question I want to ask two people to answer. Just because of a bet, this believer's family was destroyed and the southern border thousand-mile grassland became scorched earth. Don't you think it is too much?"
If it weren't for Bazhou, it was the territory of the Zixiao God Sovereign, and here was the territory of the An's God Court. What Tang Luo had to do was not just asking questions.
But obviously, Ji Shang didn't understand Tang Luo's doubts. Perhaps in the eyes of this god, Chongxiao and this Thousand Mile Ranch were part of the two kings' gambling agreement. It was a blessing to invite heaven.
So he just glanced at Tang Luo with an inexplicable look, and then went silent.
Perhaps in Ji Shang's heart, thinking about how to make believers abandon the sacredness is more important than the thousands of gods and thunders that guilt descended in the southern realm a few days ago.
Zi Xiao was smarter than Ji Shang, or more sensitive than Ji Shang, he heard the dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction in Tang Luo's question.
(End of this chapter)