Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 177:

This story is certainly not original by Sui Xiong. He is an artist, not a philosopher, and he cannot write such a deep story.

As for the original source of the story, he naturally doesn’t know it—he can be drowsy even when he reads art history. If you ask him to watch "Zhuangzi", he does not fall asleep within ten minutes of picking up the book, even if he is It's a miracle.

The reason why he knew this story came from a teacher's teaching during school.

At that time, his academic performance was relatively poor, and the probability of entering a key high school was about zero. His parents were very worried, and he was also very distressed. Then a teacher who had a good relationship with him persuaded him to give full play to the advantages of his love for art and a certain talent, and to work hard to practice painting from now on, and then forget to take the art school in the future.

"Is this method reliable? Can I really support myself in the future by painting?" My parents were a little worried.

"The situation in our country will get better and better, the economy will become more and more developed, and the demand for art will also increase. As long as you paint well, you should not worry about income." The teacher analyzed Say.

So Sui Xiong went to learn painting, but it was not easy to learn painting. After half a semester, he felt that his progress was limited, but he spent a lot of time. It felt very hard and had no rewards, so that he was a little skeptical. life.

"Am I not talented in drawing?" he asked.

"Most artists actually don't have much talent." The teacher who taught him painting said, "In this society, the most talented people generally become scientists. The artist's profession first depends on love and persistence. Especially painters. , Talent is not as important as you think."

"But...what if you don't learn well?"

"I have never seen a person who studies painting seriously will not learn well. It is nothing more than a problem of learning speed." The painting teacher said, "The master of Chinese painting, Qi Baishi, did not become famous until his later years."

Sui Xiong thought about it, but he still felt that "I didn't become famous until his later years" seemed a bit problematic, so he doubted life even more.

Because he was in a trance and frown all day, the teacher told him this story.

At the end of the story, the teacher said: "A person's life is very short. A person with good luck can live to hundreds of years old, and a person with bad luck may die in their early thirties. So the consideration is far away. In fact, it doesn’t make much sense. After all, none of us knows whether we will be short-lived bugs? Or long-lived turtles."

"So what? What should I do?" Sui Xiong asked.

"First make sure that you can support yourself, and then do what you want to do." The teacher said with a smile, "Life is so short, no one knows how long you can live. So instead of worrying about whether you can live or not. To make achievements, it is better to do the things in front of you. Whether it is a small bug or a **** tortoise or a **** tree, as long as you live earnestly, there is no difference in life."

Strictly speaking, this is a pot of chicken soup for the soul. If Sui Xiong was twenty-five years old, he would definitely not be overwhelmed by this pot of chicken soup, but when he was fifteen years old, he was still very innocent, so he believed it and continued to work hard to learn painting.

Later, he was admitted to the art school; later, he became an amateur illustrator; and later... he went through.

But in any case, what the teacher said to him that "As long as you live seriously, there is no difference in life", it is indeed very inspiring. Sui Xiong used this to encourage him to worry that he would never be able to chase him. The previous generation of Sun God, Wo La, who could never take revenge, now Wo La uses these words to inspire the confused Owen who doesn't know where to go, and the effect is good.

Owen was originally distressed-as the saint son of the **** of scholars, he doesn't matter whether he believes or not. Belief or unbelief does not affect the coming of the **** of scholars when necessary. However, now the **** of scholars has fallen, and his priesthood has been inherited by the **** of knowledge and culture. The existence value of his own saint child has disappeared. The life of the past ten years seems to have been denied, and the existence of the whole person seems to have no meaning. Up...

No matter how honest he is, his heart is full of complaints. I feel like I am a toy, or maybe my life is just a joke. I just fiddled with it by the high gods, and then it turns around.

What is the meaning of such a life?

At this moment, he heard Wo La's teachings, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Mortals are indeed insignificant compared to gods, but the value of life lies only in oneself, what does it have to do with others?

No matter how long the tortoises or the sacred trees are, does it have anything to do with short-lived bugs?

Even if the bug will be eaten by the bird immediately, at least it will live it seriously and have its own life.

Small as yourself, as long as you live earnestly, this life is valuable, not an empty toy!

So his heart suddenly became clear, and he was full of respect for this **** of knowledge and culture.

Different from the unreachable scholar god, this majesty is the great existence he really wants to follow!

Not only that, this majesty showed him a magnificent world beyond imagination, making him full of yearning.

As long as you follow behind this majesty, maybe even if you are as small as yourself, you can really see a broader and magnificent world, and live a more exciting life!

"Great Majesty, please let me follow in your footsteps!" He said sincerely, "I have understood the value of my life, but I still want to see a more magnificent scene, to see more distant Future!"

Walker smiled and helped him up.

"From today, you will be my pastor." He said, "I give you a promise that if you can reach the high-level pinnacle, I will help you step into the realm of legend and promote you as a voter. To grant you an immortal body~IndoMTL.com~ This commitment is extremely heavy, and it has moved the elders of the Hart family and the senior officials of the Church of the Scholars.

Promoting voters is to grant a touch of divinity. This is not a small loss for the gods, so most gods are reluctant to promote the elect.

For example, the **** of scholars, for so many years, he has never promoted even a single elector.

In contrast, the promotion of one voter just now when he was entrusted with the gods, and now he promises to promote another voter's fertility, it feels a bit strange.

But this does not affect the faith and reverence of those new believers. On the contrary, their faith becomes stronger.

Although belief is based on ideas rather than benefits, a generous and generous deity is certainly more likely to be loved by people than a stingy deity.

In life, interest is also a must.

When Woll left, the people in Grey Tower City who originally believed in the **** of scholars had all converted their beliefs and became his devout followers.