Chapter 316
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In the evening, after the afternoon break, everyone became refreshed. These distinguished family representatives, tycoons and celebrities in politics also generously expressed their reverence and piety for the gods.
A gold wrapped gold ware was sent to the temple in the eyes of some believers who hold divine cards and participate in activities and celebrations closely. Of course, some people donate money directly. If gods like gold so much, they will like money?!
It must be. From the smile on the high priest's face, we can see that the gods like money very much, not only money, but also checks.
"Tell the high priest that this is my respect for the gods!" Lynch, wearing a bone gold medal, handed a check to a clergyman in a wooden box that can be opened and closed.
Whether it's money or checks, they will be put into the wooden box by the donor, which is also to prevent others from knowing how much money they have donated to each other and protect the privacy of the donor.
Many times, donors will face such an embarrassing problem, that is, how much they should donate.
If you donate more, you may not get some good returns. People will explore the source of the money and why someone will donate so much money, which complicates a very simple thing.
If they donate less, people will talk more, especially those with status. If they donate less money than others, they will be labeled as "stingy".
In order to take care of people's privacy and avoid embarrassing moments for some donations, the temple adopted a very interesting way to avoid these embarrassments, that is, wooden boxes.
The advantage of this is that no one knows how much money donors have donated except the chief priests. Without comparison and criticism, people will maintain a respectful attitude towards donors.
The clergy holding the wooden box soon came to the high priest. He said something in the high priest's ear. Then the high priest opened the wooden box and glanced at it.
When he saw Lynch's signed check, the corner of his mouth picked up slightly. In nagary, no matter what country's foreign exchange is, it is more valuable and useful than nagary's own Galilee.
Looking at the zeros, the high priest was very happy. He thought that his youngest son was preparing for studying abroad. These federal sols could be used for his youngest son.
As for the money donated to the gods?
Gods don't care about these vulgar things. They care about piety and respect, okay?
After closing the wooden box, the high priest looked at Lynch. Their eyes met at a long distance. The high priest nodded slightly to show that he felt Lynch's faith in them, his enthusiasm and respect for the gods, and the reward he gave Lynch's bone gold medal.
At the end of the donation, the high priest made a final speech for today's festival, and then disappeared into the temple.
Some clergy, including clergy and priests, began to dance around the fire in the temple. They wore strange clothes and painted all kinds of patterns on their skin. Some made people feel sick and some made their scalp numb. Everyone's body was stiff like a puppet!
Yes, they are puppets at this moment. They are all string puppets in the hands of the gods, singing and dancing according to the will of the gods.
The God servants with low status began to send exquisite food, all kinds of barbecues, all kinds of melons and fruits, and some low-grade and sour fruit wine to the people participating in the celebration. While eating the food, people watched the dance and sang local language songs praising the gods.
"The high priest wants to talk to you..."
A priest came to Lynch, who was enjoying delicious food. Lynch looked at him, sorted out his clothes, and followed him to the back of the temple.
At this time, the high priest had presided over the activities all day, and there were no heavy activities next, so he returned to the back of the temple early to rest.
In a very empty room, Lynch met the high priest.
The room is about three or four hundred square meters, rectangular. There is a high platform in the middle of the room. There is a stone seat on the high platform, on which the high priest sits.
The room is a little stuffy. Maybe considering the problem of keeping warm in winter, there is no obvious airflow surge here. At the same time, many fire pots are arranged here for lighting. The fire light illuminates here, but also makes the temperature here significantly higher than that outside.
"Mr. Lynch..." the smile on the high priest's face naturally increased. "I heard other people's comments on you, and they also brought your views on our faith."
"I have to say that you are a different foreigner. At least in terms of faith, you are different from others!"
In this surging and changing era, the continuous progress of science and technology is breaking the ignorance of the past, but it is this fierce confrontation and conflict between science and superstition that naturally completely distinguish people with faith from those without faith.
People with faith have become more loyal and pious than ever before. They never doubt what they believe, but also exclude other different kinds of beliefs.
People without faith, no matter what you say, they will not believe that there are any strange things in the world. They can always explain some mysterious phenomena through various scientific ways.
But Lynch is different. His words are ambiguous and seem to be thankless on both sides, but in fact, both believers and unbelievers can accept his words.
The former needless to say, they will tell Lynch that all the miracles displayed outside are caused by the gods or something they believe in. They are the root and only of their faith.
Unbelievers will feel that Lynch looks at these things in a relatively scientific and rational way. What he lacks is an opportunity to see through, so they don't mind having an in-depth talk with Lynch to let him master the key to see through all superstitions.
This is a very flattering statement. Even if it can't please everyone, it won't offend anyone.
This is completely different from other foreigners. Many foreigners, such as Mr. Simon, whom Lynch knows, have only two attitudes towards local religious beliefs.
The first is atheists, unbelievers, who firmly believe that there is no God, and sum up their faith in ignorance and superstition.
The second kind of people believe that local beliefs are evil gods and heresies, and only they believe in positive gods.
Whether or not any of these people changed their attitudes and positions later, they had only these two attitudes when they first came. Lynch was very different, which made him special all of a sudden.
Lynch bowed slightly. The high priest thought of his unusual status with the head of a parish. "I come from the Bailey Federation, which is a country that advocates freedom. Our laws advocate religious freedom and protect religious freedom."
"Each of us has a tolerant attitude and a broader perspective to look at everything that happens around us, whether it's religion, regime, culture, folk customs or anything else. We respect all this, tolerate everything and accept everything."
The high priest's eyes moved slightly, "it seems very interesting..."
Lynch's mouth slightly √, "in the Federation, as long as you register religious information in the religious administration, anyone can start preaching. As long as the doctrine is not illegal and antisocial, no one will make any restrictions."
"Do you know the Church of the seat of God, mother earth?"
"God... Substitute?" the high priest was confused. "Is this talking about me?"
Lynch naturally nodded, "of course, high priest, you are the embodiment of the gods walking in the world, so you are the representative of God. You exercise the power given to you by the gods and bear the obligation of the gods to guide the people to good. Am I wrong?"
Looking at Lynch's surprised face, the high priest smiled and showed his yellow teeth, but he soon closed his mouth. As a substitute of God, he was not suitable to show too much emotion, but he still nodded his head, "no, you're right, the word is right, substitute of God..."
He paused, as if he was remembering the enjoyment brought to him by the new word. After a while, he woke up, "what did you just say, go on!"
Lynch leaned slightly and continued, "the seat of the Earth Mother God, a religion you haven't heard of, they advocate eating hot horse dung to treat diseases..."
Maybe they talked well and the atmosphere was just right, or Lynch donated more zeros to the gods than the high priest thought. He is in a good mood and cooperates very well.
He even laughed a little exaggerated, "can eating hot horse shit cure diseases?"
Lynch looked serious, "yes, it's best that the horse just pulled it out, risking hot shit!"
The high priest laughed again and smiled for a long time. Maybe he felt a little incredible and couldn't help asking a question, "I'm curious. Does anyone believe this religion and what they said?", the high priest's laughter gradually stopped, and he wrinkled, "eating horse shit can cure diseases."
"Why not?", Lynch asked, "in the Federation, we advocate freedom of belief. Eating horse shit sounds ridiculous, but it is not antisocial. Secondly, it doesn't let people do bad things. It's just eating some unhealthy and non fatal horse shit."
"And some people really believe that they are said to have tens of thousands of believers at most..."
After hearing this, the high priest laughed, "it's stupid and foolish. I thought foreigners were smart people..."
As he spoke, he suddenly became silent. Even the religion that eats horse shit can survive in the Baylor Federation. Suddenly, he thought of a question, that is, can his religion survive when it moves to the Federation, and is there anyone willing to believe in his gods?
When I thought of this, the high priest's heartbeat suddenly began to increase. It was the Baile Federation, a rich country far beyond nagariel. Everyone had no worries about food and clothing, and everyone was very rich, just like Mr. Lynch in front of us.
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In the evening, after the afternoon break, everyone became refreshed. These distinguished family representatives, tycoons and celebrities in politics also generously expressed their reverence and piety for the gods.
A gold wrapped gold ware was sent to the temple in the eyes of some believers who hold divine cards and participate in activities and celebrations closely. Of course, some people donate money directly. If gods like gold so much, they will like money?!
It must be. From the smile on the high priest's face, we can see that the gods like money very much, not only money, but also checks.
"Tell the high priest that this is my respect for the gods!" Lynch, wearing a bone gold medal, handed a check to a clergyman in a wooden box that can be opened and closed.
Whether it's money or checks, they will be put into the wooden box by the donor, which is also to prevent others from knowing how much money they have donated to each other and protect the privacy of the donor.
Many times, donors will face such an embarrassing problem, that is, how much they should donate.
If you donate more, you may not get some good returns. People will explore the source of the money and why someone will donate so much money, which complicates a very simple thing.
If they donate less, people will talk more, especially those with status. If they donate less money than others, they will be labeled as "stingy".
In order to take care of people's privacy and avoid embarrassing moments for some donations, the temple adopted a very interesting way to avoid these embarrassments, that is, wooden boxes.
The advantage of this is that no one knows how much money donors have donated except the chief priests. Without comparison and criticism, people will maintain a respectful attitude towards donors.
The clergy holding the wooden box soon came to the high priest. He said something in the high priest's ear. Then the high priest opened the wooden box and glanced at it.
When he saw Lynch's signed check, the corner of his mouth picked up slightly. In nagary, no matter what country's foreign exchange is, it is more valuable and useful than nagary's own Galilee.
Looking at the zeros, the high priest was very happy. He thought that his youngest son was preparing for studying abroad. These federal sols could be used for his youngest son.
As for the money donated to the gods?
Gods don't care about these vulgar things. They care about piety and respect, okay?
After closing the wooden box, the high priest looked at Lynch. Their eyes met at a long distance. The high priest nodded slightly to show that he felt Lynch's faith in them, his enthusiasm and respect for the gods, and the reward he gave Lynch's bone gold medal.
At the end of the donation, the high priest made a final speech for today's festival, and then disappeared into the temple.
Some clergy, including clergy and priests, began to dance around the fire in the temple. They wore strange clothes and painted all kinds of patterns on their skin. Some made people feel sick and some made their scalp numb. Everyone's body was stiff like a puppet!
Yes, they are puppets at this moment. They are all string puppets in the hands of the gods, singing and dancing according to the will of the gods.
The God servants with low status began to send exquisite food, all kinds of barbecues, all kinds of melons and fruits, and some low-grade and sour fruit wine to the people participating in the celebration. While eating the food, people watched the dance and sang local language songs praising the gods.
"The high priest wants to talk to you..."
A priest came to Lynch, who was enjoying delicious food. Lynch looked at him, sorted out his clothes, and followed him to the back of the temple.
At this time, the high priest had presided over the activities all day, and there were no heavy activities next, so he returned to the back of the temple early to rest.
In a very empty room, Lynch met the high priest.
The room is about three or four hundred square meters, rectangular. There is a high platform in the middle of the room. There is a stone seat on the high platform, on which the high priest sits.
The room is a little stuffy. Maybe considering the problem of keeping warm in winter, there is no obvious airflow surge here. At the same time, many fire pots are arranged here for lighting. The fire light illuminates here, but also makes the temperature here significantly higher than that outside.
"Mr. Lynch..." the smile on the high priest's face naturally increased. "I heard other people's comments on you, and they also brought your views on our faith."
"I have to say that you are a different foreigner. At least in terms of faith, you are different from others!"
In this surging and changing era, the continuous progress of science and technology is breaking the ignorance of the past, but it is this fierce confrontation and conflict between science and superstition that naturally completely distinguish people with faith from those without faith.
People with faith have become more loyal and pious than ever before. They never doubt what they believe, but also exclude other different kinds of beliefs.
People without faith, no matter what you say, they will not believe that there are any strange things in the world. They can always explain some mysterious phenomena through various scientific ways.
But Lynch is different. His words are ambiguous and seem to be thankless on both sides, but in fact, both believers and unbelievers can accept his words.
The former needless to say, they will tell Lynch that all the miracles displayed outside are caused by the gods or something they believe in. They are the root and only of their faith.
Unbelievers will feel that Lynch looks at these things in a relatively scientific and rational way. What he lacks is an opportunity to see through, so they don't mind having an in-depth talk with Lynch to let him master the key to see through all superstitions.
This is a very flattering statement. Even if it can't please everyone, it won't offend anyone.
This is completely different from other foreigners. Many foreigners, such as Mr. Simon, whom Lynch knows, have only two attitudes towards local religious beliefs.
The first is atheists, unbelievers, who firmly believe that there is no God, and sum up their faith in ignorance and superstition.
The second kind of people believe that local beliefs are evil gods and heresies, and only they believe in positive gods.
Whether or not any of these people changed their attitudes and positions later, they had only these two attitudes when they first came. Lynch was very different, which made him special all of a sudden.
Lynch bowed slightly. The high priest thought of his unusual status with the head of a parish. "I come from the Bailey Federation, which is a country that advocates freedom. Our laws advocate religious freedom and protect religious freedom."
"Each of us has a tolerant attitude and a broader perspective to look at everything that happens around us, whether it's religion, regime, culture, folk customs or anything else. We respect all this, tolerate everything and accept everything."
The high priest's eyes moved slightly, "it seems very interesting..."
Lynch's mouth slightly √, "in the Federation, as long as you register religious information in the religious administration, anyone can start preaching. As long as the doctrine is not illegal and antisocial, no one will make any restrictions."
"Do you know the Church of the seat of God, mother earth?"
"God... Substitute?" the high priest was confused. "Is this talking about me?"
Lynch naturally nodded, "of course, high priest, you are the embodiment of the gods walking in the world, so you are the representative of God. You exercise the power given to you by the gods and bear the obligation of the gods to guide the people to good. Am I wrong?"
Looking at Lynch's surprised face, the high priest smiled and showed his yellow teeth, but he soon closed his mouth. As a substitute of God, he was not suitable to show too much emotion, but he still nodded his head, "no, you're right, the word is right, substitute of God..."
He paused, as if he was remembering the enjoyment brought to him by the new word. After a while, he woke up, "what did you just say, go on!"
Lynch leaned slightly and continued, "the seat of the Earth Mother God, a religion you haven't heard of, they advocate eating hot horse dung to treat diseases..."
Maybe they talked well and the atmosphere was just right, or Lynch donated more zeros to the gods than the high priest thought. He is in a good mood and cooperates very well.
He even laughed a little exaggerated, "can eating hot horse shit cure diseases?"
Lynch looked serious, "yes, it's best that the horse just pulled it out, risking hot shit!"
The high priest laughed again and smiled for a long time. Maybe he felt a little incredible and couldn't help asking a question, "I'm curious. Does anyone believe this religion and what they said?", the high priest's laughter gradually stopped, and he wrinkled, "eating horse shit can cure diseases."
"Why not?", Lynch asked, "in the Federation, we advocate freedom of belief. Eating horse shit sounds ridiculous, but it is not antisocial. Secondly, it doesn't let people do bad things. It's just eating some unhealthy and non fatal horse shit."
"And some people really believe that they are said to have tens of thousands of believers at most..."
After hearing this, the high priest laughed, "it's stupid and foolish. I thought foreigners were smart people..."
As he spoke, he suddenly became silent. Even the religion that eats horse shit can survive in the Baylor Federation. Suddenly, he thought of a question, that is, can his religion survive when it moves to the Federation, and is there anyone willing to believe in his gods?
When I thought of this, the high priest's heartbeat suddenly began to increase. It was the Baile Federation, a rich country far beyond nagariel. Everyone had no worries about food and clothing, and everyone was very rich, just like Mr. Lynch in front of us.
In the evening, after the afternoon break, everyone became refreshed. These distinguished family representatives, tycoons and celebrities in politics also generously expressed their reverence and piety for the gods.A gold wrapped gold ware was sent to the temple in the eyes of some believers who hold divine cards and participate in activities and celebrations closely. Of course, some people donate money directly. If gods like gold so much, they will like money?!It must be. From the smile on the high priest's face, we can see that the gods like money very much, not only money, but also checks."Tell the high priest that this is my respect for the gods!" Lynch, wearing a bone gold medal, handed a check to a clergyman in a wooden box that can be opened and closed.Whether it's money or checks, they will be put into the wooden box by the donor, which is also to prevent others from knowing how much money they have donated to each other and protect the privacy of the donor.Many times, donors will face such an embarrassing problem, that is, how much they should donate.If you donate more, you may not get some good returns. People will explore the source of the money and why someone will donate so much money, which complicates a very simple thing.If they donate less, people will talk more, especially those with status. If they donate less money than others, they will be labeled as "stingy".In order to take care of people's privacy and avoid embarrassing moments for some donations, the temple adopted a very interesting way to avoid these embarrassments, that is, wooden boxes.The advantage of this is that no one knows how much money donors have donated except the chief priests. Without comparison and criticism, people will maintain a respectful attitude towards donors.The clergy holding the wooden box soon came to the high priest. He said something in the high priest's ear. Then the high priest opened the wooden box and glanced at it.When he saw Lynch's signed check, the corner of his mouth picked up slightly. In nagary, no matter what country's foreign exchange is, it is more valuable and useful than nagary's own Galilee.Looking at the zeros, the high priest was very happy. He thought that his youngest son was preparing for studying abroad. These federal sols could be used for his youngest son.As for the money donated to the gods?Gods don't care about these vulgar things. They care about piety and respect, okay?After closing the wooden box, the high priest looked at Lynch. Their eyes met at a long distance. The high priest nodded slightly to show that he felt Lynch's faith in them, his enthusiasm and respect for the gods, and the reward he gave Lynch's bone gold medal.At the end of the donation, the high priest made a final speech for today's festival, and then disappeared into the temple.Some clergy, including clergy and priests, began to dance around the fire in the temple. They wore strange clothes and painted all kinds of patterns on their skin. Some made people feel sick and some made their scalp numb. Everyone's body was stiff like a puppet!Yes, they are puppets at this moment. They are all string puppets in the hands of the gods, singing and dancing according to the will of the gods.The God servants with low status began to send exquisite food, all kinds of barbecues, all kinds of melons and fruits, and some low-grade and sour fruit wine to the people participating in the celebration. While eating the food, people watched the dance and sang local language songs praising the gods."The high priest wants to talk to you..."A priest came to Lynch, who was enjoying delicious food. Lynch looked at him, sorted out his clothes, and followed him to the back of the temple.At this time, the high priest had presided over the activities all day, and there were no heavy activities next, so he returned to the back of the temple early to rest.In a very empty room, Lynch met the high priest.The room is about three or four hundred square meters, rectangular. There is a high platform in the middle of the room. There is a stone seat on the high platform, on which the high priest sits.The room is a little stuffy. Maybe considering the problem of keeping warm in winter, there is no obvious airflow surge here. At the same time, many fire pots are arranged here for lighting. The fire light illuminates here, but also makes the temperature here significantly higher than that outside."Mr. Lynch..." the smile on the high priest's face naturally increased. "I heard other people's comments on you, and they also brought your views on our faith.""I have to say that you are a different foreigner. At least in terms of faith, you are different from others!"In this surging and changing era, the continuous progress of science and technology is breaking the ignorance of the past, but it is this fierce confrontation and conflict between science and superstition that naturally completely distinguish people with faith from those without faith.People with faith have become more loyal and pious than ever before. They never doubt what they believe, but also exclude other different kinds of beliefs.People without faith, no matter what you say, they will not believe that there are any strange things in the world. They can always explain some mysterious phenomena through various scientific ways.But Lynch is different. His words are ambiguous and seem to be thankless on both sides, but in fact, both believers and unbelievers can accept his words.The former needless to say, they will tell Lynch that all the miracles displayed outside are caused by the gods or something they believe in. They are the root and only of their faith.Unbelievers will feel that Lynch looks at these things in a relatively scientific and rational way. What he lacks is an opportunity to see through, so they don't mind having an in-depth talk with Lynch to let him master the key to see through all superstitions.This is a very flattering statement. Even if it can't please everyone, it won't offend anyone.This is completely different from other foreigners. Many foreigners, such as Mr. Simon, whom Lynch knows, have only two attitudes towards local religious beliefs.The first is atheists, unbelievers, who firmly believe that there is no God, and sum up their faith in ignorance and superstition.The second kind of people believe that local beliefs are evil gods and heresies, and only they believe in positive gods.Whether or not any of these people changed their attitudes and positions later, they had only these two attitudes when they first came. Lynch was very different, which made him special all of a sudden.Lynch bowed slightly. The high priest thought of his unusual status with the head of a parish. "I come from the Bailey Federation, which is a country that advocates freedom. Our laws advocate religious freedom and protect religious freedom.""Each of us has a tolerant attitude and a broader perspective to look at everything that happens around us, whether it's religion, regime, culture, folk customs or anything else. We respect all this, tolerate everything and accept everything."The high priest's eyes moved slightly, "it seems very interesting..."Lynch's mouth slightly , "in the Federation, as long as you register religious information in the religious administration, anyone can start preaching. As long as the doctrine is not illegal and antisocial, no one will make any restrictions.""Do you know the Church of the seat of God, mother earth?""God... Substitute?" the high priest was confused. "Is this talking about me?"Lynch naturally nodded, "of course, high priest, you are the embodiment of the gods walking in the world, so you are the representative of God. You exercise the power given to you by the gods and bear the obligation of the gods to guide the people to good. Am I wrong?"Looking at Lynch's surprised face, the high priest smiled and showed his yellow teeth, but he soon closed his mouth. As a substitute of God, he was not suitable to show too much emotion, but he still nodded his head, "no, you're right, the word is right, substitute of God..."He paused, as if he was remembering the enjoyment brought to him by the new word. After a while, he woke up, "what did you just say, go on!"Lynch leaned slightly and continued, "the seat of the Earth Mother God, a religion you haven't heard of, they advocate eating hot horse dung to treat diseases..."Maybe they talked well and the atmosphere was just right, or Lynch donated more zeros to the gods than the high priest thought. He is in a good mood and cooperates very well.He even laughed a little exaggerated, "can eating hot horse shit cure diseases?"Lynch looked serious, "yes, it's best that the horse just pulled it out, risking hot shit!"The high priest laughed again and smiled for a long time. Maybe he felt a little incredible and couldn't help asking a question, "I'm curious. Does anyone believe this religion and what they said?", the high priest's laughter gradually stopped, and he wrinkled, "eating horse shit can cure diseases.""Why not?", Lynch asked, "in the Federation, we advocate freedom of belief. Eating horse shit sounds ridiculous, but it is not antisocial. Secondly, it doesn't let people do bad things. It's just eating some unhealthy and non fatal horse shit.""And some people really believe that they are said to have tens of thousands of believers at most..."After hearing this, the high priest laughed, "it's stupid and foolish. I thought foreigners were smart people..."As he spoke, he suddenly became silent. Even the religion that eats horse shit can survive in the Baylor Federation. Suddenly, he thought of a question, that is, can his religion survive when it moves to the Federation, and is there anyone willing to believe in his gods?When I thought of this, the high priest's heartbeat suddenly began to increase. It was the Baile Federation, a rich country far beyond nagariel. Everyone had no worries about food and clothing, and everyone was very rich, just like Mr. Lynch in front of us.
