Chapter 467
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In the gloomy room, the high priest sat cross legged on the bed, and the smoke from the incense stove beside the bed filled the air, which gave the air a mysterious smell.
There is a kind of calming magic in this incense, which makes people feel a little... Elated. Especially when they close their eyes and hear the hum of the priests, their souls seem to come out of their bodies!
Whenever it comes to religious activity day, these incense can be of great use. Those believers who see "reincarnation", "afterlife" and "disillusionment" in a trance will become more fanatical, and will also drive the overall religious atmosphere and atmosphere to fanaticism.
People think they have seen the truth of the world and the truth of the rotation of the world, and they believe more and more what the priests say.
This kind of incense is the unique skill of the high priest. The high priest in each place has his own secret of mixing incense. This secret can only be known by the high priest himself and passed on from generation to generation, and only to the next high priest.
Ordinary incense makes people fail to see what God talks about, and the prestige of sacrifice will decline.
This is why theocracy, like secular power, can be inherited from generation to generation and is difficult to shake. There are too many things monopolized in the hands of rulers. Ordinary people don't have a chance to understand it through any way.
In the room, in addition to the high priest, there were his children. These people gathered together. They knelt on the ground and had not only respect for their father, but also deep fear of the high priest.
It sounds very... Incredible. This is also their most real attitude. Their father with all kinds of unpredictable divine power is their pride and the source of their fear.
People yearn for everything of the gods and fear to be watched by the gods.
When the high priest woke up from thinking, he exhaled a turbid breath, followed his breathing, and the children kneeling on the ground seemed to relax.
The straight smoke in the incense burner had more folds, but soon there were no waves.
"The God has brought a new will, and the great destruction is coming, but the God has kindly given me a way to avoid disaster..." he looked at the children whose foreheads were close to the ground and held their breath again and whispered, "Federation, go to Baylor Federation."
"Only by going to the Baylor Federation, where the gods can't see, can we escape the disaster of destruction!"
The high priest's children did not show joy or distress, but listened carefully to the high priest's words.
"I am the representative of the gods. I was born in creation and will inevitably usher in destruction in destruction. Therefore, I will not pass, only you will go."
"Poloreka..." he looked at his youngest and favorite child.
Having fully integrated into the federal society and with a slightly neutral name, "RickA" turned his hands on the ground, palm down and back up, turning them into back down and palm up.
In local religious ceremonies, this represents preparation for the will and gifts of the gods.
"You've been to the land outside God. You have a broader insight than them. You should take good care of them."
"When I am away, you are the messenger who guides them. You have the obligation to exhort them and the power to punish them."
The two oldest children of the high priest moved. They wanted to oppose it, but in the end they didn't say anything. The high priest was different from the governor.
The authority of the governor comes from the power of life and death in his hands, and the authority of the high priest comes from the gods.
Governors may sometimes make wrong decisions, but the gods will never.
RickA turned her hands over again to show that she had obeyed the high priest, and the high priest turned his eyes to others.
He looked at the children. After being silent for a while, he sighed and didn't want to talk. "Go out, poloreka, stay. You go and prepare. You'll leave here in the near future."
The other children stood up, bowed their waist, bowed their heads, and left backward with their hands naturally stretched on both sides, so as to express their piety and magnanimity.
When the others left, there were only RickA and his father, the high priest with tattoos all over his face.
"Are you really not going to leave with me?", at this time, RickA still couldn't help saying this. He thought he wouldn't say it.
In fact, no matter how the status of the two sides changes, the father is the father and the child is the child. The blood relationship between them makes them have feelings beyond ordinary people. Rika hopes the high priest can leave together, but it is doomed to fail to get a satisfactory answer.
Maybe there were only two of them left in the room. The high priest seemed relaxed. He patted himself on the leg. "Look at me, where else can I go?"
"Poloreka, I have devoted my whole life to the gods. I know some people say that these are superstitious and false. God does not exist..."
He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone was full of a very special flavor, "but I know that as long as I believe, it is true."
"I can't go to the federation or anywhere else. What supports me is the God in my heart. If I leave here, I will no longer be me, so I won't go anywhere, not because of power and status, but because of faith. I hope you can understand."
RickA was destined not to understand this, but the high priest didn't expect him to understand, "talk about the union. How are you doing there? Up to now, I don't have time to ask."
"Those young people are so troublesome that they delay our communication."
The "young people" in the words of the high priest actually refer to those young people of the Al Shabaab of nagalil. These young people are not only actively campaigning against foreigners, but also fighting against theocracy and faith.
During this time, they smashed the temple in a town, smashed the statues that had existed there for hundreds of years, expelled the priests and saints, and said that these were superstitions. It was these things that made the society of nagaril almost no development in recent years.
People fucking believe that they can have a good baby after death. How can they strive to develop this society? No matter how hard they try, they can't get rid of their identity as a lower class and Dalit, but if they can, they'd better eat and wait for death.
In order to let these fools know that the gods are kind to people and can generate anger, the high priest arranged some people to punish on behalf of the gods.
Until now, he has time to talk with his youngest, most like himself and his favorite child.
RickA thought for a moment and described what he had seen and heard in the Federation. "That business is a society that worships money everywhere. In our country, power is absolute, but in the Federation, as long as there is money, people can buy everything, including power!"
RickA's feeling was really deep. After Lynch's "warning", he began to develop in the right direction. He also became a priest. He began to understand the federal society and began to sigh.
"As long as people are willing to spend money to let others know themselves, they can participate in the city's election and have the opportunity to become mayor. Including their president, they are elected through elections, and all this has something to do with money..."
"I'm also preaching now. I'm going to buy some cheap TV stations where I live for a period of time and teach on TV, which can attract more people's attention, which can't be seen here..."
Work, study and life, RickA spoke very carefully, and the high priest listened very carefully. From time to time, he would put forward some opinions, such as - "I heard that the federates are stupid. They believe what you say, don't they?"
RickA nodded. "I have more than a dozen followers, father. They are more convinced than I that our gods exist and the world will be destroyed..."
"This is the guidance of God!" the high priest corrected RickA's words. "Your ideas are dangerous. You should pay attention to these!" he said, pausing and saying, "listen to you, it really looks like a good place. You will be very comfortable."
RickA shook her head. "Not exactly, father. The Federation is a society with legal system. Their laws are more perfect than ours. Even the theocracy can't interfere with the ruling of the law. Many normal things on our side may mean crime on the other side."
"I'm worried that my brothers can't adapt to the rule of law society over there. They may bring trouble to themselves, even to me and us."
The high priest nodded as he thought, "so I let you supervise them instead of me and punish them when necessary."
RickA hesitated a little, but he still said what he thought. "It's not enough, father. They are all my brothers. They are older than me. I can't restrain them, even what you say."
"I must have something that can restrict their ability, otherwise they can leave..."
The high priest frowned slightly. "What do you want?"
RickA stopped for about half a minute before spitting out a word, "money!"
"I'll manage our common account. Only in this way can I restrict their behavior..." he said. RickA lowered his head. He knew his words were a little childish and believed that his father could guess his mind.
However, he said that the high priest did not want to go to the Federation, which also meant that this might be the last meeting between them. No matter what he said or asked, he would not feel too much.
The high priest was silent for a moment and nodded slowly. "I will seriously consider this matter, perhaps through other ways, such as... Fund."
Although the high priest is not sure whether those children are all his children - because of the saint's tradition, anyone can give them some genetic fragments before the saint's pregnancy, and the boys born after their pregnancy will be claimed by the priests in the temple.
The children claimed by the high priest are not necessarily his flesh and blood, but they are not necessarily not. Even if the youngest son is more like himself, he will not completely favor poloreka.
When he said the word "fund", RickA was still a little shocked. He didn't show it. He well controlled his emotions and agreed and accepted the choice of the high priest, which is the only thing he can do now.
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In the gloomy room, the high priest sat cross legged on the bed, and the smoke from the incense stove beside the bed filled the air, which gave the air a mysterious smell.
There is a kind of calming magic in this incense, which makes people feel a little... Elated. Especially when they close their eyes and hear the hum of the priests, their souls seem to come out of their bodies!
Whenever it comes to religious activity day, these incense can be of great use. Those believers who see "reincarnation", "afterlife" and "disillusionment" in a trance will become more fanatical, and will also drive the overall religious atmosphere and atmosphere to fanaticism.
People think they have seen the truth of the world and the truth of the rotation of the world, and they believe more and more what the priests say.
This kind of incense is the unique skill of the high priest. The high priest in each place has his own secret of mixing incense. This secret can only be known by the high priest himself and passed on from generation to generation, and only to the next high priest.
Ordinary incense makes people fail to see what God talks about, and the prestige of sacrifice will decline.
This is why theocracy, like secular power, can be inherited from generation to generation and is difficult to shake. There are too many things monopolized in the hands of rulers. Ordinary people don't have a chance to understand it through any way.
In the room, in addition to the high priest, there were his children. These people gathered together. They knelt on the ground and had not only respect for their father, but also deep fear of the high priest.
It sounds very... Incredible. This is also their most real attitude. Their father with all kinds of unpredictable divine power is their pride and the source of their fear.
People yearn for everything of the gods and fear to be watched by the gods.
When the high priest woke up from thinking, he exhaled a turbid breath, followed his breathing, and the children kneeling on the ground seemed to relax.
The straight smoke in the incense burner had more folds, but soon there were no waves.
"The God has brought a new will, and the great destruction is coming, but the God has kindly given me a way to avoid disaster..." he looked at the children whose foreheads were close to the ground and held their breath again and whispered, "Federation, go to Baylor Federation."
"Only by going to the Baylor Federation, where the gods can't see, can we escape the disaster of destruction!"
The high priest's children did not show joy or distress, but listened carefully to the high priest's words.
"I am the representative of the gods. I was born in creation and will inevitably usher in destruction in destruction. Therefore, I will not pass, only you will go."
"Poloreka..." he looked at his youngest and favorite child.
Having fully integrated into the federal society and with a slightly neutral name, "RickA" turned his hands on the ground, palm down and back up, turning them into back down and palm up.
In local religious ceremonies, this represents preparation for the will and gifts of the gods.
"You've been to the land outside God. You have a broader insight than them. You should take good care of them."
"When I am away, you are the messenger who guides them. You have the obligation to exhort them and the power to punish them."
The two oldest children of the high priest moved. They wanted to oppose it, but in the end they didn't say anything. The high priest was different from the governor.
The authority of the governor comes from the power of life and death in his hands, and the authority of the high priest comes from the gods.
Governors may sometimes make wrong decisions, but the gods will never.
RickA turned her hands over again to show that she had obeyed the high priest, and the high priest turned his eyes to others.
He looked at the children. After being silent for a while, he sighed and didn't want to talk. "Go out, poloreka, stay. You go and prepare. You'll leave here in the near future."
The other children stood up, bowed their waist, bowed their heads, and left backward with their hands naturally stretched on both sides, so as to express their piety and magnanimity.
When the others left, there were only RickA and his father, the high priest with tattoos all over his face.
"Are you really not going to leave with me?", at this time, RickA still couldn't help saying this. He thought he wouldn't say it.
In fact, no matter how the status of the two sides changes, the father is the father and the child is the child. The blood relationship between them makes them have feelings beyond ordinary people. Rika hopes the high priest can leave together, but it is doomed to fail to get a satisfactory answer.
Maybe there were only two of them left in the room. The high priest seemed relaxed. He patted himself on the leg. "Look at me, where else can I go?"
"Poloreka, I have devoted my whole life to the gods. I know some people say that these are superstitious and false. God does not exist..."
He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone was full of a very special flavor, "but I know that as long as I believe, it is true."
"I can't go to the federation or anywhere else. What supports me is the God in my heart. If I leave here, I will no longer be me, so I won't go anywhere, not because of power and status, but because of faith. I hope you can understand."
RickA was destined not to understand this, but the high priest didn't expect him to understand, "talk about the union. How are you doing there? Up to now, I don't have time to ask."
"Those young people are so troublesome that they delay our communication."
The "young people" in the words of the high priest actually refer to those young people of the Al Shabaab of nagalil. These young people are not only actively campaigning against foreigners, but also fighting against theocracy and faith.
During this time, they smashed the temple in a town, smashed the statues that had existed there for hundreds of years, expelled the priests and saints, and said that these were superstitions. It was these things that made the society of nagaril almost no development in recent years.
People fucking believe that they can have a good baby after death. How can they strive to develop this society? No matter how hard they try, they can't get rid of their identity as a lower class and Dalit, but if they can, they'd better eat and wait for death.
In order to let these fools know that the gods are kind to people and can generate anger, the high priest arranged some people to punish on behalf of the gods.
Until now, he has time to talk with his youngest, most like himself and his favorite child.
RickA thought for a moment and described what he had seen and heard in the Federation. "That business is a society that worships money everywhere. In our country, power is absolute, but in the Federation, as long as there is money, people can buy everything, including power!"
RickA's feeling was really deep. After Lynch's "warning", he began to develop in the right direction. He also became a priest. He began to understand the federal society and began to sigh.
"As long as people are willing to spend money to let others know themselves, they can participate in the city's election and have the opportunity to become mayor. Including their president, they are elected through elections, and all this has something to do with money..."
"I'm also preaching now. I'm going to buy some cheap TV stations where I live for a period of time and teach on TV, which can attract more people's attention, which can't be seen here..."
Work, study and life, RickA spoke very carefully, and the high priest listened very carefully. From time to time, he would put forward some opinions, such as - "I heard that the federates are stupid. They believe what you say, don't they?"
RickA nodded. "I have more than a dozen followers, father. They are more convinced than I that our gods exist and the world will be destroyed..."
"This is the guidance of God!" the high priest corrected RickA's words. "Your ideas are dangerous. You should pay attention to these!" he said, pausing and saying, "listen to you, it really looks like a good place. You will be very comfortable."
RickA shook her head. "Not exactly, father. The Federation is a society with legal system. Their laws are more perfect than ours. Even the theocracy can't interfere with the ruling of the law. Many normal things on our side may mean crime on the other side."
"I'm worried that my brothers can't adapt to the rule of law society over there. They may bring trouble to themselves, even to me and us."
The high priest nodded as he thought, "so I let you supervise them instead of me and punish them when necessary."
RickA hesitated a little, but he still said what he thought. "It's not enough, father. They are all my brothers. They are older than me. I can't restrain them, even what you say."
"I must have something that can restrict their ability, otherwise they can leave..."
The high priest frowned slightly. "What do you want?"
RickA stopped for about half a minute before spitting out a word, "money!"
"I'll manage our common account. Only in this way can I restrict their behavior..." he said. RickA lowered his head. He knew his words were a little childish and believed that his father could guess his mind.
However, he said that the high priest did not want to go to the Federation, which also meant that this might be the last meeting between them. No matter what he said or asked, he would not feel too much.
The high priest was silent for a moment and nodded slowly. "I will seriously consider this matter, perhaps through other ways, such as... Fund."
Although the high priest is not sure whether those children are all his children - because of the saint's tradition, anyone can give them some genetic fragments before the saint's pregnancy, and the boys born after their pregnancy will be claimed by the priests in the temple.
The children claimed by the high priest are not necessarily his flesh and blood, but they are not necessarily not. Even if the youngest son is more like himself, he will not completely favor poloreka.
When he said the word "fund", RickA was still a little shocked. He didn't show it. He well controlled his emotions and agreed and accepted the choice of the high priest, which is the only thing he can do now.
In the gloomy room, the high priest sat cross legged on the bed, and the smoke from the incense stove beside the bed filled the air, which gave the air a mysterious smell.There is a kind of calming magic in this incense, which makes people feel a little... Elated. Especially when they close their eyes and hear the hum of the priests, their souls seem to come out of their bodies!Whenever it comes to religious activity day, these incense can be of great use. Those believers who see "reincarnation", "afterlife" and "disillusionment" in a trance will become more fanatical, and will also drive the overall religious atmosphere and atmosphere to fanaticism.People think they have seen the truth of the world and the truth of the rotation of the world, and they believe more and more what the priests say.This kind of incense is the unique skill of the high priest. The high priest in each place has his own secret of mixing incense. This secret can only be known by the high priest himself and passed on from generation to generation, and only to the next high priest.Ordinary incense makes people fail to see what God talks about, and the prestige of sacrifice will decline.This is why theocracy, like secular power, can be inherited from generation to generation and is difficult to shake. There are too many things monopolized in the hands of rulers. Ordinary people don't have a chance to understand it through any way.In the room, in addition to the high priest, there were his children. These people gathered together. They knelt on the ground and had not only respect for their father, but also deep fear of the high priest.It sounds very... Incredible. This is also their most real attitude. Their father with all kinds of unpredictable divine power is their pride and the source of their fear.People yearn for everything of the gods and fear to be watched by the gods.When the high priest woke up from thinking, he exhaled a turbid breath, followed his breathing, and the children kneeling on the ground seemed to relax.The straight smoke in the incense burner had more folds, but soon there were no waves."The God has brought a new will, and the great destruction is coming, but the God has kindly given me a way to avoid disaster..." he looked at the children whose foreheads were close to the ground and held their breath again and whispered, "Federation, go to Baylor Federation.""Only by going to the Baylor Federation, where the gods can't see, can we escape the disaster of destruction!"The high priest's children did not show joy or distress, but listened carefully to the high priest's words."I am the representative of the gods. I was born in creation and will inevitably usher in destruction in destruction. Therefore, I will not pass, only you will go.""Poloreka..." he looked at his youngest and favorite child.Having fully integrated into the federal society and with a slightly neutral name, "RickA" turned his hands on the ground, palm down and back up, turning them into back down and palm up.In local religious ceremonies, this represents preparation for the will and gifts of the gods."You've been to the land outside God. You have a broader insight than them. You should take good care of them.""When I am away, you are the messenger who guides them. You have the obligation to exhort them and the power to punish them."The two oldest children of the high priest moved. They wanted to oppose it, but in the end they didn't say anything. The high priest was different from the governor.The authority of the governor comes from the power of life and death in his hands, and the authority of the high priest comes from the gods.Governors may sometimes make wrong decisions, but the gods will never.RickA turned her hands over again to show that she had obeyed the high priest, and the high priest turned his eyes to others.He looked at the children. After being silent for a while, he sighed and didn't want to talk. "Go out, poloreka, stay. You go and prepare. You'll leave here in the near future."The other children stood up, bowed their waist, bowed their heads, and left backward with their hands naturally stretched on both sides, so as to express their piety and magnanimity.When the others left, there were only RickA and his father, the high priest with tattoos all over his face."Are you really not going to leave with me?", at this time, RickA still couldn't help saying this. He thought he wouldn't say it.In fact, no matter how the status of the two sides changes, the father is the father and the child is the child. The blood relationship between them makes them have feelings beyond ordinary people. Rika hopes the high priest can leave together, but it is doomed to fail to get a satisfactory answer.Maybe there were only two of them left in the room. The high priest seemed relaxed. He patted himself on the leg. "Look at me, where else can I go?""Poloreka, I have devoted my whole life to the gods. I know some people say that these are superstitious and false. God does not exist..."He was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, his tone was full of a very special flavor, "but I know that as long as I believe, it is true.""I can't go to the federation or anywhere else. What supports me is the God in my heart. If I leave here, I will no longer be me, so I won't go anywhere, not because of power and status, but because of faith. I hope you can understand."RickA was destined not to understand this, but the high priest didn't expect him to understand, "talk about the union. How are you doing there? Up to now, I don't have time to ask.""Those young people are so troublesome that they delay our communication."The "young people" in the words of the high priest actually refer to those young people of the Al Shabaab of nagalil. These young people are not only actively campaigning against foreigners, but also fighting against theocracy and faith.During this time, they smashed the temple in a town, smashed the statues that had existed there for hundreds of years, expelled the priests and saints, and said that these were superstitions. It was these things that made the society of nagaril almost no development in recent years.People fucking believe that they can have a good baby after death. How can they strive to develop this society? No matter how hard they try, they can't get rid of their identity as a lower class and Dalit, but if they can, they'd better eat and wait for death.In order to let these fools know that the gods are kind to people and can generate anger, the high priest arranged some people to punish on behalf of the gods.Until now, he has time to talk with his youngest, most like himself and his favorite child.RickA thought for a moment and described what he had seen and heard in the Federation. "That business is a society that worships money everywhere. In our country, power is absolute, but in the Federation, as long as there is money, people can buy everything, including power!"RickA's feeling was really deep. After Lynch's "warning", he began to develop in the right direction. He also became a priest. He began to understand the federal society and began to sigh."As long as people are willing to spend money to let others know themselves, they can participate in the city's election and have the opportunity to become mayor. Including their president, they are elected through elections, and all this has something to do with money...""I'm also preaching now. I'm going to buy some cheap TV stations where I live for a period of time and teach on TV, which can attract more people's attention, which can't be seen here..."Work, study and life, RickA spoke very carefully, and the high priest listened very carefully. From time to time, he would put forward some opinions, such as - "I heard that the federates are stupid. They believe what you say, don't they?"RickA nodded. "I have more than a dozen followers, father. They are more convinced than I that our gods exist and the world will be destroyed...""This is the guidance of God!" the high priest corrected RickA's words. "Your ideas are dangerous. You should pay attention to these!" he said, pausing and saying, "listen to you, it really looks like a good place. You will be very comfortable."RickA shook her head. "Not exactly, father. The Federation is a society with legal system. Their laws are more perfect than ours. Even the theocracy can't interfere with the ruling of the law. Many normal things on our side may mean crime on the other side.""I'm worried that my brothers can't adapt to the rule of law society over there. They may bring trouble to themselves, even to me and us."The high priest nodded as he thought, "so I let you supervise them instead of me and punish them when necessary."RickA hesitated a little, but he still said what he thought. "It's not enough, father. They are all my brothers. They are older than me. I can't restrain them, even what you say.""I must have something that can restrict their ability, otherwise they can leave..."The high priest frowned slightly. "What do you want?"RickA stopped for about half a minute before spitting out a word, "money!""I'll manage our common account. Only in this way can I restrict their behavior..." he said. RickA lowered his head. He knew his words were a little childish and believed that his father could guess his mind.However, he said that the high priest did not want to go to the Federation, which also meant that this might be the last meeting between them. No matter what he said or asked, he would not feel too much.The high priest was silent for a moment and nodded slowly. "I will seriously consider this matter, perhaps through other ways, such as... Fund."Although the high priest is not sure whether those children are all his children - because of the saint's tradition, anyone can give them some genetic fragments before the saint's pregnancy, and the boys born after their pregnancy will be claimed by the priests in the temple.The children claimed by the high priest are not necessarily his flesh and blood, but they are not necessarily not. Even if the youngest son is more like himself, he will not completely favor poloreka.When he said the word "fund", RickA was still a little shocked. He didn't show it. He well controlled his emotions and agreed and accepted the choice of the high priest, which is the only thing he can do now.
