Blackstone Code Chapter 315: Talking and being led to run
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In the evening, after the afternoon break, everyone became refreshed. The representatives of these prestigious families, wealthy businessmen, and celebrities also generously expressed their awe and devotion to the gods.
A gold-encrusted gold vessel was sent to the temple in the eyes of some believers who held divine tokens and participated in the celebrations at close range. Of course, some people donated money directly. The gods like gold so much, but also You must love money, right? !
Surely, from the smile on the high priest's face, it can be seen that the gods love money, not only money, but also checks.
"Tell the High Priest, this is my respect for the gods!" Lynch, wearing a bone and gold thread, put a check in a wooden box that could be opened and closed and handed it to a priest personnel.
Whether it is money or checks, they will be put into wooden boxes by the donors, which is also to prevent others from knowing how much money they have donated to each other and protect the privacy of the donors.
A lot of times donors are faced with the somewhat embarrassing question of how much to give.
Donating more may not necessarily lead to some good returns. People will discuss the source of the money and why someone would donate so much money, which complicates a very simple thing.
With less donations, people are more talkative, especially those of status, who are labeled things like "stingy" if they donate less than others donate.
In order to take care of people's privacy and not let some donations have embarrassing moments, the temple has adopted a very interesting method to avoid these embarrassments, and that is the wooden box.
The advantage of this is that no one except the officiant knows how much the donors have donated. Without comparisons and judgments, people will maintain a respectful attitude towards the donors.
The clergyman holding the wooden box quickly walked up to the high priest, he said something in the high priest's ear, and then the high priest lifted the wooden box and glanced.
When he saw Lynch's signed cheque, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. In Nagalil, foreign exchange from any country is more valuable and more useful than Nagalil's own galil.
Looking at the zeros, the high priest was in a very happy mood. He thought that his youngest son was making some preparations for studying abroad, and these federal Thors could be used by his youngest son.
As for the money being donated to the gods?
Gods don't care about these vulgar things, they care about piety and respect, understand?
After closing the wooden box, the high priest looked at Lynch. The eyes of the two met at a long distance. The high priest nodded slightly to show that he felt Lynch's belief in them, and his enthusiasm for the gods and gods. Respect, and also feel the return he gave to Lynch's Bone Gold Thread God Token.
After the donation, the high priest made his final speech for today's festival and disappeared into the temple.
Some clerics, including priests and priests, began to dance around the fire in the temple. They were dressed in strange costumes, and their skin was covered with various patterns, some of which were disgusting and some were tingling. , Everyone's body is stiff like a puppet!
Yes, they are puppets at this moment. They are all marionettes in the hands of the gods, singing and dancing according to the will of the gods.
The low-status servants began to bring exquisite food to the participants, all kinds of barbecued meat, all kinds of melons and fruits, and some low-level sour fruit wine. People watched the dance while eating the food. , while singing a vernacular song praising the gods.
"The High Priest wants to talk to you about..."
A priest came beside Lynch who was enjoying the food. Lynch looked at him, then adjusted his clothes and followed him to the back of the temple.
At this time, the high priest had presided over a whole day of activities, and there were no heavyweight activities to come, 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 and is rectangular. There is a high platform in the center of the room. On the high platform is a stone seat on which the high priest sits.
The room is a bit stuffy, probably due to the problem of keeping warm in winter, there is no obvious airflow surging, and many braziers are placed here for lighting, the fire illuminates the place, but also makes the temperature here significantly higher than outside the house.
"Mr. Lynch...", the smile on the high priest's face increased naturally, "I have heard other people's comments on you, and they also brought your views on our beliefs."
"I have to say that you are a different foreigner, at least when it comes to beliefs, you are different from everyone else!"
In this turbulent and ever-changing era, the ever-advancing technology is breaking the ignorance of the past, but it is this fierce confrontation and conflict between science and superstition that naturally divides believers and nonbelievers completely separate. txt novel
Faithful people have become more devoted and pious than ever before, never doubting what they believe in, and rejecting other kinds of beliefs.
Unbelievers, no matter what you say, they don't believe that there is anything strange in this world, they can always explain some mysterious phenomena through various scientific methods.
But Lynch is different. Those words he said are ambiguous and seem to be unflattering on both sides, but in fact, both believers and non-believers can accept his words.
Needless to say the former, they will tell Lynch that all the miracles that are manifested in the outside world are caused by the gods they believe in or something, and they are the root and only of their beliefs.
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 and see through all superstitions key.
It's a nice saying, and even if it doesn't please everyone, it doesn't offend anyone.
This is completely different from other foreigners. Many foreigners, such as Mr. Simon who Lynch knew, have only two attitudes towards local religious beliefs.
The first type is atheists, unbelievers, who firmly believe that there is no God, and their beliefs are reduced to ignorance and superstition.
The second type of people believe that local beliefs are evil gods and heresies, and only those they believe in are righteous gods.
Whether or not any of these people later changed their attitudes and stances, they had only these two attitudes when they first came, and Lynch was very different, and that made him special all of a sudden.
Lynch bowed slightly, and the high priest thought of the patriarch of a parish, whose identity was unusual, "I am from the Baylor Federation, a country that advocates freedom, and our laws promote 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, political system, culture, folklore or anything else, we respect all of them and embrace all , accept everything."
The high priest's eyes moved slightly, "It sounds interesting..."
The corner of Lynch's mouth twitched slightly, "In the Federation, as long as you have registered religious information with the Religious Administration, anyone can start preaching. As long as the teachings are not illegal or anti-social, no one will impose any restrictions."
"Agent of God, do you know the Church of Mother Earth?"
"God...the agent?", the high priest was a little confused, "Is this talking about me?"
Lynch nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, High Priest, you are the incarnation of the gods walking in the world, so you are the agent of the gods. Obligation, am I wrong?"
Looking at Lynch's somewhat surprised face, the high priest smiled and showed his yellow teeth, but he quickly closed his mouth. As the agent of God, he was not suitable for showing too much emotion. But he still nodded, "No, you're right, the word is right, the agent of God..."
He paused, seeming to reminisce about the enjoyment this new word brought him, before realizing it after a while, "What did you just say, go on!"
Lynch bowed slightly and continued, "The seat of the Mother Earth, a religion you haven't heard of, they advocate eating hot horse dung to cure diseases..."
It may be that the two had a good conversation and the atmosphere was just right, or that there were more zeros on Lynch's cheque donated to the gods than the high priest imagined. He is in a good mood and cooperates well.
He even laughed exaggeratedly, "Eating hot horse **** can cure diseases?"
Lynch's face was serious, "Yes, it's better if the horse just pulled it out, steaming shit!"
The high priest laughed again for a while, maybe because he felt a little weird and couldn't help asking a question, "I'm curious, does anyone believe in this religion and what they say?" The priest's laughter gradually stopped, and he wrinkled, "Eating horse **** can cure diseases."
"Why not ~IndoMTL.com~ Lynch asked rhetorically, "In the Commonwealth, we advocate freedom of belief, eating horse **** sounds ridiculous, but it's not anti-social, and secondly, it doesn't make people do bad things, Just eat some unhealthy, not deadly horse shit. "
"And there are people who really believe that they are said to have tens of thousands of believers at most..."
The high priest burst into laughter after hearing this, "This is really stupid and stupid. I thought foreigners were all smart people..."
He suddenly became silent as he spoke, and even a religion that eats horse **** can survive in the Baylor Federation. Suddenly he thought of a question, that is, if this religion of his moved to the Federation, would it also be possible? To survive, are there people who are willing to believe in his gods?
When thinking of this, the high priest's heartbeat suddenly began to increase. It was the Bale Federation, a wealthy country far beyond Nagalil. Everyone was well-off, and everyone was very rich. Just like this Mr. Lynch in front of him.
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