Chapter 1833: Four hundred and eleven

Chapter 1833 411: The mountain is not high
If the mountain is not high, there is a fairy; if the water is not deep, there is a dragon.
What is the most important carrier of faith?
Some people say it is a temple.
This kind of argument has become more and more popular in recent years, but in many cases, the answer that everyone blindly follows is not a correct answer, but a self-righteous result that is the cause.
As long as you think deeply, you can understand that these magnificent temples in Central Continent were all "newly built" in the millennium. For believers now, the habit of believing in temples is born, but this does not mean it should be the case.
Human beings' short life and shallow cognition will always unconsciously expand their perspective to the entire world, and constantly look for evidence.
But if you think deeply, you can understand that if the temple is really the foundation of faith, how can a priest wearing plain clothes and barefoot walking on the earth when the ancient Central Continent was still a wild place, how can one make people believe that there is nothing at all?
Thinking of this, the answer should be obvious. The most important carrier of faith is the story of word of mouth.
For the first priests, it is more appropriate to call them storytellers or bards than they were priests.
Through their feet and mouths, these people traveled and sang all over the Central Continent, telling the people here that the monster race and darkness had dispersed, and then they would be happy if they followed the guidance of God.
Some people believe in this process, while others sneer.
But it's not important, because the strong is omnipotent, it is never the approval of others, but the tenacity and determination, and only walk along the way of me.
Those who run wild can only hear the sound of the wind, and those who have followed are like clouds when looking back.
The stories spread by the gods in ancient times can last forever and be respected by the world, because every story has a real protagonist.
This protagonist is called the Divine Mansion in Zhongzhou. For example, in Luanzhou, the most worshipped mansion is Wuhao.
But if you go further south and reach Bazhou, the one with the most believers will become the of Zixiao.
So when Lingxiao Sect Master Ji Shang and Tang Luo arrived in Luanzhou City, the city had already changed a lot.
Living in the magnificent temple in Midtown, there was purple clouds soaring into the sky like a pillar of light. The believers in the city knelt down and praised the name of the of the purple sky. This kind of scene almost made them think that with Wu Hao ascending to Luanzhou, Luanzhou The faith in the city has changed dramatically, and even the owner of the temple has been replaced.
This kind of magpie nests and doves are everywhere in the countryside. Can't you think of the gods reputed as the top of the holy land?
Although Ji Shang's disdainful smile disappeared in a flash, Cang Lan, who had been standing by, couldn't catch it.
Just as people from outside the continent think that the An's Divine Court are all liars, the An family also thinks that all the people from outside the continent are fools.
Although Ji Shang’s smile was very restrained, Cang Lan still couldn’t bear this misunderstanding and presumptuousness. He explained in a stiff tone:
The of Zixiao is a good friend with the seat. Luanzhou and Bazhou are close to Gorgon, so they are often caught by gods and gangs. The wind is invaded and the natural disasters are everywhere. It was the cooperation of the two gods that made the two states become a land of fish and rice with a suitable climate. Although the two gods have different preaching beliefs, the believers are like brothers under the rule!"
After Ji Shang laughed, he didn't say anything. He just pointed to the sky of glow in the city and said to Tang Luo: "Please, please, don't let the gods wait!"
"Sect Master Ji is extremely true."
After responding to the draw, Tang Luo smiled and nodded towards the unkind Cang Lan: "After attending the invitation of the gods, this court will come to discuss supplies with the big priests."
"Thanks to the dean, Cang Lan waited in the Pinglan Hall for a ride."
Cang Lan was still very polite to the people whom God Lord Wu Hao indicated to respect, and after doing enough courtesy, watched the two disappear before slowly walking towards the temple.
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Birds of a feather flock together.
You want to see where a person's level is. You only need to look at the friends and opponents with him to know one or two.
In addition to the relationship between God Lord Zixiao and God Lord Wuhao, it just shows that they are at the same level.
Coupled with thirty-one heart-shattering fluctuations outside the sky, Tang Luo had no doubt that although the invitation of the of the purple sky this time was a private invitation, there was no lack of the attitude of the gods towards the king of the outer continent.
Sure enough, just from the meeting place, you can feel one or two.
The Lord Zixiao did not receive them in the temple, but arranged to meet on Zixia overlooking Luanzhou.
Shenxiao has always been violent and swift. What mortals see in the eyes is often only a flash of light in the rainy night. Even practitioners regard thunder as the most untamable aura in the world.
But on the Zixia Tianzhu, Ji Shang and Tang Luo saw one, like a throne made of thunder.
The gods, which should flow violently, were as quiet as water and frozen like ice crystals, standing squarely there.
The back of the sword-shaped chair is extremely high, and the tip of the sword breaks through the clouds and reaches outside the sky, which is the dance of Nine Heavens Thunder.
If a strand of this falls into Luanzhou City, it will be a tragic killing.
But after a thin layer of cloud and mist, I couldn't feel it at all.
Under the astonishing curtain of the heavenly clouds, the host, the Lord Zixiao, looked at the two people with interest in his eyes.
He said he was looking, but his gaze was mainly focused on Tang Luo, his purple pupils shining strangely.
Such gaze might make the woman blush ashamed, but Tang Luo didn't mind, he didn't mean to evade, he also looked back intently, watching carefully.
The other party is wearing a robe of Xuanxiao that is enveloping like a nebula. The king's body cast by the source of the gods is strong and tough. The body is painted with some purple patterns. It is vague and mysterious. The black hair is flying and scattered on the back, following the flow of the robe nebula. Dancing.
Unlike the other kings who have five or six pairs of spirit wings at every turn, the back of the of purple sky only has one pair of spirit wings, but this pair of spirit wings is really exaggerated.
Compared with the other gods who seemed to have to give place to other sources, the wing root of the purple sky simply took up the entire back.
If the spirit wings of the other kings of the gods are like the wings of an eagle, then the spirit wings of the of purple sky are closer to the shape of a butterfly.
It's so big, gorgeous, and arrogant!
The colorful thunder marks made people thrilled. Xihe practitioners all regarded thunderfa as the number one in killing and robbery. In the past, Tang Luo didn't care at all, and felt that all the inferences about quality and type were foolish.
But today when I saw Zixiao, I began to involuntarily recognize this statement.
Being able to bring a kind of origin to this point, in addition to the awe-inspiring talent of God Monarch Zixiao himself, it also shows the depth of Lei Fa itself.
No wonder the practitioners who can make one or two thunder curses are so popular in Nishiga.
Tang Luo exclaimed in his heart, but Ji Shang didn't care.
(End of this chapter)