I am God Chapter 127: : You are an evangelist!

Sky Temple, Sang De'an is standing in front of the corridor connecting the side halls.

He stared blankly at the high painted pottery jars placed in front of the window, on which were painted scenes of pilgrimage of the first generation of saints.

The sea of ​​sunflowers, the statue of King Laidlich, the holy staircase, and the elf messengers who greeted him.

Of course, the person who drew it has never seen the picture hundreds of years ago, and this sacred scene is just a fantasy.

The Sky Temple is also completely different from before, from simple and rough to exquisite and luxurious.

Stained glass windows, snow-white curtains, and painted pottery ritual vessels adorn the temple.

The gate of the temple is made of copper, and even the original pillars have been gilded and inlaid with silver. Some exquisite sacrificial utensils are enough to scare some small nobles in the countryside.

A group of priests hurried past, dressed in the burqas they wore when offering sacrifices, and saluted when they saw Sandean.

"Master High Priest."

But after saluting, they left in a hurry.

They dare not get too close to Sang Dean.

By relying on Sand'an, who brought ceremonial power to Xiyin Sai, he finally became the chief priest of the Sky Temple after a few years,

But his situation is not good. The various priest families inherited from the branch of the royal blood family are joining hands to counteract the influence of Sander'an, and the major temples are weakening the power of the Sky Temple.

The blood of royal power seems to have disappeared, but the royal family still continues in another way.

They feel that people like Sang De'an becoming a priest is an insult to the priest family and noble blood. The young priests of those priest families disdain to enter the Sky Temple and turn to other temples in large numbers.

Although Sang De'an became the chief priest of the Sky Temple, he can only control the Sky Temple, and even the Sky Temple cannot be completely controlled.

As the titular head priest of the Sky Temple, he is the head of all priests.

But in fact, with the gradual rise of temples in other places, the Sky Temple has gradually lost its original function and become a symbolic existence.

Among them, there is also the acquiescence of King Henir.

He also noticed that King Henir was intentionally dividing the power of the priests, and his arrival and the establishment of nine ritual temples were the beginning.

But Sanderan doesn't care about these.

Thunder'an is concerned that the power of the priests has not changed much over the years.

The power of the ritual is cherished by the temples. A large number of high-ranking priests still have not been able to become priests of the spirit world. They cannot learn the knowledge they brought back from the kingdom of gods.

In order to protect their own interests and power, each temple prohibits the priests of other temples from learning and using their own rituals, as if they regard the power of rituals as their own.

They put away the power of rituals and only allow their own people to learn. They have no interest in teaching and developing the power of rituals on a large scale.

Some temple priests even think that making miraculous things accessible to ordinary people is a kind of blasphemy against the power of priests.

Sang De'an certainly knew what these people were thinking, but he was still very disappointed.

"Why does this always happen!"

A young priest came out after hearing Sander's words, bowed behind Sander'an and said.

"Because people like you and the saints are very few."

"However."

"Only people like the saints and you can change the world."

The young priest was born in a small noble family in the city. His family belonged to a side branch of the Huo Sen family hundreds of years ago, and he had lost his authority long before he knew it.

In the two hundred years of the family, he was the only one who suddenly awakened his wisdom and power, became a priest and entered the Sky Temple.

He is the glory of their family.

There are not a few people like him. There are also many children of merchants or commoners who will awaken their powers when they are born.

Since the inheritance of wisdom and power from King Laidlich, over the years, with the multiplication of generations of Sanye people and the expansion of the royal family, the blood of myths has become more and more, and those with hidden blood People are also getting wider.

Therefore, more and more priests who came from the bottom but possessed wisdom and power emerged.

The priests of most families rely on the gift of power to inherit blood.

And these priests of humble origin basically rely on natural awakening.

It stands to reason that these naturally awakened priests are more talented and should be reused and cultivated more.

However, the reality is that these priests who have naturally awakened talents are squeezed out, and they are strongly suppressed and rejected by the major priest families.

Sang Dean shook his head and said the old saying.

"It is the saints who change the world, and the gods who give everything to the Sanye people."

"I am but the agent of the will of the saints."

Sang De'an turned around, pushed open the door of the corridor and walked towards the temple.

"I am the shadow of the saints, their ideal heir."

There was a light in the priest's eyes. He admired Sand'an very much, and he thought that the other party was a great priest.

Sang Dean brought light and hope to the world. Although he came from a humble background, he has a broad mind and ideals.

The priest chased after him and said to Sunderan.

"Sir Sanderan, I know what you think."

"You want to practice the ideals of saints, you want more people to become the power to open up a new era, and you want miracles to spread to every corner of the world."

"Would you like to—"

"The civilization of the Sanye people has entered a new era."

Sang De'an turned his head, and he looked at the other party carefully.

From the eyes, he could see that the other party was full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

It's like.

The same as I used to be.

The young priest continued: "In my hometown and the priests in many cities, they also aspire to become priests of the spirit world and become a member of changing the world."

"They can be your followers, ideal heirs to you and the saints."

"And me."

"Can recruit them for you."

Sang De'an's eyes gradually brightened, and his expression became completely different.

"Really?"

"They can come to the Sky Temple, anyone can."

"I can teach them all the ritual arrays, and I will spare all the knowledge I have."

The young priest fell to his knees, hands on his chest.

"Lord Sanderan."

"We will always be grateful for your great mind, you are a true preacher."

Sang Dean found his companions and followers, and the two began to plan their ideals and future.

Sudden suddenly felt that his life was different.

He has something he wants to do, and at the same time, he can vaguely see the way forward.

The priest left the Sky Temple with great ambition to recruit those priests who were willing to work for Sand'an.

However, just as Sunderan waited with great anticipation for the return of the priest.

At ten o'clock in the dark dawn, the priest was carried up to the sky temple with his body wounded and dying.

Sang De'an put on the burqa embroidered with nine mysterious symbols, and hurried to the side room of the temple.

The priest only breathed a sigh of relief, and tried his best to open his eyes and look at Sand'an.

Sang De'an's voice was a little hoarse: "Who did it?"

The priest smiled weakly: "It was just an accident."

Sang De'an didn't believe it, he could guess who did it.

Those priest families who are hostile to him, those temple priests who do not allow the ritual circle to spread outside.

The one who is most hostile to him is the Tito family.

But he also knows that even if he knows that they did it, he still has no way to deal with them directly.

The person beside him cried and said: "A group of priests attacked us, and they used the power of the ceremony."

Blood gushed out of the mouth of the young priest, but Sand'an was powerless.

In this era, crude medical skills can't do anything for such serious injuries.

"Master Sunderan!"

"Sorry, I didn't accomplish anything for your ideal."

Sang De'an burst into tears, and he held the priest's hand tightly.

"You've done enough."

The priest finally smiled and said, "I am honored to be your follower."

Sang De'an asked the doctor to try his best to save the priest, but he died in the end.

He had the priest's body carried down.

My eyes were red, and I came to the highest point of the Sky Temple alone.

This is a cliff overlooking the entire holy lake, which is so dangerous that it makes people dizzy.

But at the same time, standing here, you can feel that the sea of ​​clouds and the holy lake are at your feet.

Some people even call it the Seat of Gods, because they feel that only gods are worthy of enjoying such a view.

There is no one here, not even priests can easily approach here.

At this moment, Sang De'an completely broke out, and he frantically swung his arms.

"Why."

"Why do you still not accept me after I am already like this?"

"What do you want to do? That is the power of God, something the saints bought with their lives."

"Do you really treat it as your own?"

He growled loudly.

"Why are you?"

"Are you worthy?"

"You dirty and ugly things."

Sand'an considers himself a fair servant priest. He imparts knowledge to everyone without reservation, and he only wants to fulfill the saint's ideal.

He never thought about being for himself, everything he wanted to do was for everyone.

"You people, why are you people so ugly."

"Clover people!"

"You guys are so ugly you can't even imagine, you're disgustingly despicable!"

"Original sin!"

"You are people born with original sin, you are the descendants who were driven out of God's Paradise."

After venting his anger, Sang De'an sat helplessly on the ground and covered his face.

He was angry at the ugliness of those people, but at the same time he was angry at his own incompetence and inaction.

He began to think about himself in these years. During the years when he became the master of the Sky Temple relying on the gift of Saint Stan, he seemed to have accomplished nothing at all.

It seems that there are many achievements, and it seems that the country of Heinza has brought great changes because of him.

But these can be done by anyone.

Any ordinary person can successfully complete this simple task.

"Since when did you become like this?"

"Ah!"

"Sunderan?"

"Is this the person chosen by the saints? The saints just want to see people like you become the heirs of his ideals and will, and want to see people like you become the high priest of the Sky Temple? "

He was bewildered and bewildered.

"What is the difference between me and those mediocre priests, greedy and extravagant nobles?"

Sang Dean feels that this can no longer be done.

The old-school calm scholar finally showed his anger.

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The Vision of the Goblet of the Sun.

Here is the library left by the great poet, as well as the sacred dream recorded by the second-generation saint Santito, which is the most cherished thing in Sanderan, even more important than the last chapter.

Sang De'an, he once again came to the dream where Santito dreamed of the messenger of God.

Whenever he was at a loss, whenever he couldn't find an answer, whenever he felt that he couldn't hold on.

He will come here.

Even if he didn't get a response, as long as he saw Saint Stan and the messenger of God, he felt that he had found his way.

The quaint palace is full of Stantito's works.

Under the same fate, the craftsmen carve their works meticulously.

He came behind Saint Stan, who knelt on the ground and clasped his hands on his forehead.

"Why?"

"Master!"

"Why did you choose me, an ordinary and mediocre person like me."

"Choose anyone, choose others, any of them can do better than me!"

Sunderan asked Santito.

Only he knows what it feels like for a character of slave origin to sit in the position of the chief priest of the Sky Temple.

This time, something has changed.

In the corner of the palace, the quietly carving craftsman stopped suddenly.

The familiar tone appeared in Sander'an's ears, causing him to raise his head for a moment, and opened his eyes to look at Saint Stan's back.

"Sunderan!"

"You were not born for a certain person or a certain group of people. You are not a vassal of the king, let alone the spokesperson of the nobles."

"You are the great poet and my ideal heir, the one who is destined to change the world."

Stantito, the second-generation saint, suddenly turned around and looked at Sunderan with a smile.

"Have you forgotten?"

"You are an evangelist."

Sang De'an was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth and looked at Saint Stan.

"Master?"

However, as soon as the eyes blurred, everything returned to its original state.

The craftsmen were still carving the stone slabs meticulously, as if everything just now was just Sand'an's own imagination.

However, it gave Sang De'an infinite courage and strength.