Chapter 774: ?prophet

Khan wiped the dust off his body, trying to make himself look less embarrassed.
Hey--
This is a brand new body. Although it looks like an ordinary old man, he can feel the power of roaring inside. It is a pity that this force cannot be used in combat, otherwise it will not be beaten like this.
To reach this point, we must start with the oracle.
If possible, Khan would rather continue his life after death than reincarnation, because everything is really comfortable after death. In the garden, the brilliance of the gods shines on the body to bring a different kind of warmth, which makes people feel at ease and full. And he only needs to remain religious as always, without paying more.
This is the real life, calm, comfortable, and full of happiness. I really hope it can continue, but it's a pity that the dark night has arrived. It is easy to say that the leisure time is over, and a new life journey is waiting for them. Just go out for a walk and just chat with people you meet.
Chat?
No one believed it from the beginning, and he would never believe it.
With such a daughter, how could he take this oracle seriously? If you take it seriously, then Nicole won't be the bishop of today, so the more indifferent the deity's attitude, the more careful.
Although the oracle does not specify what to talk about, how can you be unclear as a sacrifice?
Faith can only be faith.
He knows that these people are different, because they are the only group of sacrifices that maintain their original beliefs. Light, dark night, and even the gods in Double Wing City are objects of worship.
Hey--
I used to enjoy the radiance of the divine light in Shuangyi City day after day, but never made any achievements. It is not that they are incompetent, but that the gods did not give the opportunity. Now the opportunity finally came, when they lost all their ambitions. They are dead after all, and most of the things in their lives have nothing to do with them. Who would have thought that there would be opportunities to go out and "walk".
Of course, you can't just go out like this, everyone has given out a brand new dress, or body. Unfortunately, although the number of clothes is large, there is no Mozu style.
Needless to say, they had already guessed the meaning, and the dark night did not say anything. In this way, they had a completely new appearance before leaving Netherworld.
By the way, there is identity. They are no longer the elementary small sacrifices, but advanced to a higher level-the wise and the prophet. Although the two belong to the same rank, they are slightly different. It's a pity that it is still a word that has never been elaborated. No need to ask, I still want them to understand and choose for themselves...
Hey--
It's not that I don't want to ask, but I was thrown out of Nether before I spoke. When I passed the gods, I realized that I was standing alone on the bleak forest path.
The scenery in the woods is not beautiful, the sounds of the birds are not unclear, but the mundane beauty only reminds him that this is the world.
Not far away, there is a small town at the end of the road. Perhaps this is what the deity is suggesting, and perhaps a clue to move forward can be found from it.
The thought very well, and he understood those unfamiliar words in his ears; similarly, the other party could understand what he was saying. This is good, as long as there are no barriers to communication, then the next thing is much easier.
Unfortunately, things did not develop as expected...
Some habits cannot be changed. After entering the town, he subconsciously walked to the temple, thinking that it would provide him with shelter and help. But after I arrived, I realized that the world had changed. Unfamiliar deities are enshrined in unfamiliar temples, he has never seen, let alone heard of. If it weren't for the familiar texture on the face of the idol, he would really suspect that he had gone wrong.
Perhaps, I just went to the wrong place.
The one who received him was an alien sacrifice and did not belong to any race in his hometown. I didn't think much about it at the time, but after this beating, he couldn't help but not think about it...
Sacrifices are supposed to be a group of people who fear the gods the most. Who would have thought that such a scum would appear. Except for what they believe in, other gods are not in the category of awe.
Bastard!
Just a subconscious rebuke, unexpectedly evoked a severe beating. It’s not that I don’t want to fight back, but I started to realize the meaning of "chat"...
If you have to describe it, it's that this dress is a little tight, which restrains him.
...
The attack did not continue, or was frightened by Khan's performance at this time.
I dared to do it just now because it was confirmed after some exchanges that this is a liar. If it were just a liar, the sacrifices in the temple wouldn't be a big fight, after all, the other party's conversation was not ordinary, and the words were full of respect to the gods. Who would have thought that daring to scold a priest in a temple, what is the difference between scolding him in front of the god?
You bad old man, dare to claim that you are a sacrificial sacrificial robe? At such a big life, he had never seen a sacrificial priest without sacrificial robes. This was simply unfaithful to faith and blasphemy to gods.
You say not to hit you, who?
It is very unwise to provoke sacrifices in the temple, because he is not alone in the temple, and those guards and believers will not allow the sacrifices to be humiliated. And someone killed...
A good meal, a bad old man, then the result can be imagined. The crowd dispersed, just to make sure it was dead.
Who would have thought that the bad old man on the ground actually got up. I saw him finishing his clothes. Although he didn't change his embarrassed appearance, there were no obvious scars on his body.
Ah--
Kehan ​​let out a wry smile, "I forgot the deity's instructions. I am no longer a priest, so there is no need to put on a sacrificial robe.
I am a name now—"
After a brief pause, Khan emphasized his tone: "Prophet."
Hey--
After finishing speaking, I couldn’t help but sigh,
I originally wanted to be a wise man. I hoped to make things go smoothly through wisdom and make life easier. Obviously, I overestimated myself because I’m here, in this temple. Among them, I-received humiliation that I shouldn't have. This made me realize that my wisdom is not enough to bear the name of a wise man.
No hurry, you will know the meaning of the prophet sooner or later.
As a prophet, I have an obligation to tell you-you need to be in awe of the gods. I don't know if you will pay for your mistakes today, but I know that losing awe of the gods will be punished.
Without you who are in awe, nothing is..."
Seeing someone approaching himself again with irritation, Khan sneered: "This is the temple, and I am the prophet protected by the gods. The gods above the altar are watching, and the gods outside the altar are also there. Look. Now that I have made my identity clear, you can give it a try and humiliate a prophet in the place where God resides."
The effect of these remarks was good, and the trend of getting around was calming down, and the priest also hesitated a little and made a gesture of please, leading Khan to the depths of the temple...