Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 245: Despair creates piety, suffering creates faith (5100, ask for a monthly ticket!)

When I was young, because my parents disappeared, I lived in my grandparents' house.

There are a few moonshine osmanthus at the door of the house, which were planted by grandma and grandpa when they got married. Every autumn, there will be a faint fragrance, and the leaves will turn blue and white like the moon.

Grandpa used to be a meritorious veteran of the Southern Legion. He had a pension and his life was quite affluent, but after his death, his life became more difficult.

Grandma is a weaver. When she was young, the cloth she wove was durable and beautiful, but she hadn’t done it for a long time after she married her grandfather. Grandpa also passed away, and she recovered from extreme grief.

For me, grandma picked up the dusty loom again. The cloth she wove is still strong and durable, but she can’t sell much money. Things to subsidize the family, and I also learned how to make wreaths from the flowers of the rose tree in autumn, but I still couldn’t make ends meet.

I found out later that it was because a weaving factory opened in Naumann. Since then, it has been difficult to sell the cloth woven by individuals.

I hate loom mills. The cloth woven by grandma is obviously so beautiful, but it is difficult to sell.

Life is simple and poor, but occasionally, grandma will give me one or two eggs.

She said that if a boy wants to grow up well, he must eat something nutritious.

She said she was sorry, grandpa and grandma didn't protect anything, neither my parents nor me.

She said, Loren, you have to grow up quickly, grandma can't take care of you for long.

Grandma has nothing to say sorry to me.

I want to grow up quickly.

The flowers of the moonlight osmanthus bloomed for two rounds. I gradually grew up and could go to the town to do some odd jobs. The uncle carpenter next door was willing to accept me as an apprentice. The jewelry left by my grandfather when I got married is a teacher's gift.

In the autumn of the second year of apprenticeship, when the moonlight osmanthus was blooming, I found out the cause of my parents' death.

They are merchants who are affiliated with the Great Chamber of Commerce around the Agate Stone Plain. This occupation is indeed dangerous in Nanling, but as long as they don't go south of Indigo Mountain, Nanling is not so dangerous.

They disappeared not because of monsters, nor because of robbers, but because a noble who believed in a cult wanted to resurrect his own child.

My parents...my parents...became his guinea pigs.

The Huaiguang Church and a young white knight discovered the Lord's evil deeds, and the evil Lord died on a rainy summer night.

The Knight of the White People seems to be a very powerful person. He replaced the evil lord. My grandma also wiped her tears and said to me that she finally understood where her children were buried and they could finally go home. up.

They were buried next to Grandpa.

Everything is going well, there is no need for grandma to save money to buy eggs, and the master will give me eggs occasionally. It is said that this is because a chicken farm opened next to Nauman City. Eggs have been cheap since then.

I like chicken farms. But I vaguely feel that the chicken farm and the weaving factory are the same thing, and I can afford cheap cloth.

I'm at a loss

For better or worse, Grandma can finally rest.

But not long after, the food disaster came.

Grandma also fell ill.

It is said that this is a bad thing done by an alliance called "Flying Land". They spread diseases on our land, ruined the crops, and they drove wild beasts, making many people unable to afford food.

Originally, this kind of disease is difficult to take effect on people, but grandma is too weak.

Firelands... This is the first time I know the name of another country, and this is the first time I hate a name so much.

I can't afford medicine, and I can't afford food... Even the master's family is starting to worry, and I have to go back home.

Although the governor has guaranteed the stability of food prices, they are still much higher than usual.

I sold all the furniture left in my house to catch the cicada chrysalis dormant under the trees, and I went outside the town to look for wild vegetables and fruit that didn't rot... But don't talk about buying medicine, even the porridge is about to run out Can't afford to cook.

Grandma is getting weaker and weaker, and there is nothing I can do about it. It's not just a disease, it's the result of years of heartbreak and malnutrition.

Grandma is dying. I can only sit dry. I didn't even have tears, I didn't have time to cry, I tried my best to find a way.

I can't find it.

I hate myself for being like this.

But maybe it's a miracle.

Accompanied by a huge convoy that stretched for more than ten miles into the southern border, the price of food dropped rapidly.

Even, they brought cheap medicines, and doctors in the convoy would give free consultations along the way.

They claim to be hired by a white knight named Yin En.

The big farmer in the town said sourly that this knight is just for fame, and of course he wants to gain a good reputation for himself when he becomes a nobleman.

Another big household said that this knight had just wiped out all the knights in other territories around his territory. He was trying to buy people's hearts and try to attract some poor ghosts to work in his territory.

Who the **** cares about that. If someone can cure grandma, I will be a cow and a horse for him for the rest of his life!

I ran as fast as I could to the big town where they had a free clinic, and begged them to treat grandma.

The doctor looked at me seriously, he and his colleagues made a coo, and then nodded in agreement.

I will engrave his face deeply in my heart. He is my benefactor.

When the doctor came to my house, he frowned and seemed to be having a hard time.

He stabilized grandma's condition, and then told me that the medicine he prescribed could only cure for a while. Grandma's body was already weak to the extreme, and her vitality was as weak as a candle. Even if she was cured this time, it would be impossible live a year.

One year seems very short.

One year seems like a long time.

I have no other choice.

When grandma woke up, sometimes she was sober, and sometimes she didn't know who I was. The doctor couldn't do anything about it either. He said it might be Alzheimer's, or it might be a fever that damaged the head. He told me that there is no cure for this disease. Although he sympathized with me, there was nothing he could do.

I really don't blame the doctor, I am very grateful to him, but the family has no money, so I can only weave a moonflower crown for him.

Grandma has dementia, and I can't do my best to take care of her.

As the doctor said, this is a terminal illness and I cannot reverse it. This is something that hard work, prayer and pleading cannot do.

No one will sneak me an egg again, no one will give me a hug when I come home, no one will hold me and gently fix my hair.

I want to cheer up and try to spend the last year with my grandma with a cheerful and optimistic attitude.

Can't do it...

It really can't be done.

Looking at how my grandma couldn't recognize me, and even stopped walking, and then looked around in a daze, no matter how I suppressed myself, I would also wonder whether it was right for me to do so.

All of this, for grandma, is it salvation, or is it cruel to linger?

I can't tell...

Maybe it's just fate.

Or in other words, in this world, there really are gods, and there really are great beings watching the world, so that everything still has a little life in despair.

In the first spring after grandma suffered from dementia, the doctor who treated grandma found me.

He said, seeing that I didn't yell at my grandma when I learned that there was no cure for her condition, and I held back my tears to weave a wreath for him, he specially inquired about one for me. information.

He said that there is a very confidential medical experiment in the old Lai'an collar, where my parents died, and the current territory of the white knight who hired him to treat along the way.

He said that this experiment urgently needs the elderly, dementia patients, people with mental deterioration such as those who are born stupid, or patients who are dying.

In other words, they need experimenters.

My parents died in that land because of the experiments of the evil nobles.

And now, a benefactor told me that a kind lord came to that land, and he also needs a test object to verify a certain technology.

Sarcasm?

Or is it the last hope?

The doctor told me that ordinary people are not allowed to participate in this experiment. It is best to have a grudge against Fei Yandi, and to prove that you have lived in Nanling for several generations, and that someone in your family has served in the army... All in all, it is a very confidential request , must not be leaked.

Because grandpa once served in the army, grandma just met the requirements.

I raised my head and looked at the moonlight osmanthus outside the door.

The bluish-white leaves exude a faint fragrance, just like back then.

Even after he passed away, is grandpa still guarding us?

I choose to believe.

I followed the doctor and took my grandma to Xiahuiling.

It is a beautiful place, very different from the gloomy castle of the evil lord I imagined, and the mountain people who come and go are also very different from the barbaric and rude people in the town. They look like us and speak the same language , except that it is a little stronger and the skin is a little rougher, there is no difference.

Grandma was sent to the laboratory, and I stayed in a newly built orphanage in Xiahuiling... Indeed, if grandma passed away, wouldn't I be an orphan?

Although grandma is not dead yet, after entering that laboratory, maybe she is no different from death.

I can only believe and wait.

The orphanage led by Xiahui is different from what I know. The orphans here don’t need paper boxes or weave baskets. What we need to do is actually read books.

In addition to ordinary reading and writing, we also have to learn a subject called mathematics. The teacher will tell us stories and play games with us.

The teacher said, I am very smart. I am the fastest learner of words and mathematics among my peers. Not the one running around and jumping around.

Maybe. The master also said that I learned carpentry very quickly. In fact, it is more than that. I can vaguely see that the games that the teacher took us to play are actually training our ability to obey orders and cultivating our ability to work together as a team. All of these are It's a game my grandfather used to play with me.

The teachers and the dean like me very much, and the doctor will visit me occasionally. My intelligence seems to exceed their imagination, and I can easily follow those courses that are theoretically difficult for adults.

As time went by, I also gradually realized that the orphanage I was in, including the doctor, were members of a sect, and this sect was the local lord, the messenger of the Dragon God, the leader of the Mountain People A new faith established by the Lord.

He is the core of the sect's belief called "Chong Ling Sect". Almost most of the followers of the empire believe in the leader himself, not the "spirit of heaven and earth" or "spirit of all living beings".

I can vaguely understand that although the empire and the mountain people are integrated on the surface, they still have conflicts in terms of beliefs. The dragon **** and the leader are not always one, and this is where their differences lie.

And the orphanage I live in is the one that tends to worship the leader.

I see, they just want my faith.

It's so weird.

Although I have never seen it before, such a person as the lord, the leader...he who has saved me from despair several times...is the **** in my heart.

Although I still don't know the news about my grandma, and I don't know the progress of the experiment, but I know that in this world, except for the leader of Xiahui, except for the Lord of Silver Peak, no one will do it again and again Help me, help me. Whether it's the truth about my parents, or the food, or the doctor and the hope of saving my grandma, all of them are given to me by him.

When I told the doctor everything I was thinking, he looked at me not only in shock but also in pure surprise.

I'm smart.

That's why I understand...My lord is worthy of my worship.

At the summer festival, under the guidance of the doctor's godfather, I officially entered the religion, and prayed for the perfect portrait of the adult like a god.

At that moment, I seemed to see the light.

The light is so real, it shakes my soul.

During this time, the lord was not in the territory, he went to a distant place to participate in a grand operation. Everyone didn't know what the action was, but everyone firmly believed that the adults would definitely return successfully.

The fact is indeed the case, and it didn't take long for the news of your lord to reach Xiahui.

Everyone was either surprised, stunned, or even told others about the 'prophet' with such a face.

My lord is a prophet.

Sure enough. I am no exception to think of.

Perhaps the lord came to save me because he foresaw my pain and despair? I think so once in a while, but soon shake my head in shame. The idea is so arrogant, self-righteous, and pretentious.

Up to now, I have made up my mind to stay in Xiahui for the rest of my life and dedicate my life to Chongling Sect and adults.

Just...if I can.

I still want to see grandma again.

I don't know if my wish will be granted...but if it does, it can only mean one thing.

My lord, he is the true God walking in the world.

July 26, 774 Terra.

The lord who returned from Nauman City is about to return to his territory.

The chief political officer, the alchemist supervisor, the captain of the personal guard, and many other important officials went to greet him. Not only that, although there was no order, more than half of the people in the entire territory stopped their work and went to the intersection to wait.

The midsummer sun was extremely dazzling, I raised my hand to block the too strong sunlight, the breeze blew, the sea of ​​trees in the Baisen Mountains swayed slightly, and there were continuous noises.

Under the bright sky, the dark asphalt road stretches all the way to the depths of the forest, and the towering and solid light-prismatic defense towers on the edge of the city reflect the sunlight and look shining brightly. The soldiers swayed behind them.

Behind the people who came spontaneously was the newly built urban area and streets of Xiahuiling. None of the people who came here looked disheveled, everyone was full of expectations, and looked to the other end of the avenue with longing.

He showed up.

Surrounded by people, the white-haired lord returned to his territory. He was wearing a white robe, a blue scarf on his head, long hair hanging down his shoulders, and his eyes seemed to be brighter than the sun.

He is more perfect than the picture depicts, more sublime than I imagined.

He smiled and waved to the crowd, and the crowd cheered in response. He rode forward slowly, and the crowd followed him.

And I walked forward unconsciously.

Passing through the crowd and guarding soldiers, he walked towards him.

"Huh?"

My lord noticed me. He turned his head and raised his hand, as if signaling to the soldiers behind him not to move. He stared at me with great interest, pure brilliance flowing in his water-blue eyes.

"A ten-year-old child has extraordinary potential." He got off his horse and came to me: "Your name?"

"I am Loren from White Grass Town."

I slowly knelt down on one knee, put my right hand in front of my chest, and lowered my head deeply: "My lord, although my life has just begun, you have saved me from despair several times. I can be sure that you It is the only light that can shine on us in this world.”

"My lord, I swear to you at this moment, I am willing to dedicate my life and soul to you. So far, I will run for you, pray for you, and fight for you."

——You are my god, my faith.

No one asked me to do this.

Although I know that the godfather and the dean want me to do this, they really haven't had time to ask me to do it.

I just understand that only in this way can the impulse in my heart disappear and I can express the surging emotions in my heart.

Only so...only so.

I can find peace.

I can't see your expression.

But after a few seconds, he held out his hand.

The cold palm caressed my cheek, and a soft force was exerted on me. My heartbeat, my breathing, and my thinking seemed to be seen through in an instant. But I'm not afraid, because I really think and act like this from the bottom of my heart.

I sensed white light again, bluish white light. The light is right in front of my eyes, right in front of me, so close to me.

I smelled the scent of osmanthus flowers, not from reality, but from the depths of the soul, that is the only thing I know, called a beautiful smell.

"Despair creates piety, suffering creates faith."

The soft voice said softly, the adult helped me up, and said softly: "I don't really understand you, unless I really become you... But your pain, despair and the joy of being redeemed are indeed true." It also passed into my heart."

"So that's it, so there is also a psionic ability called 'Faith'..."

"Loren, Loren of White Grass Town...you are indeed beyond my expectations."

"I remember you."