Faith is a sacred word, a vain word to many, but it is also an unusually true and appropriate word.

Faith is an idea, a specific thing, or even a person that everyone believes in and lives on in the depths of their hearts.

Only when anyone has faith can a person have faith and live with peace of mind.

In Kurasheng's words, faith is like the world in which he once lived, the God who every believer prays for help in the face of irresistible dangers or enemies, or the bodhisattva who speaks eloquently.

It is just like the glory and glory that a person pursues in his struggle and on the road of hard work.

For a child who has not yet reached a mother, faith may be their parents.

For a businessman who has succeeded or is on the way to success, faith may be profit.

For a scholar who is not tainted by the world and only reads the books of the sages, faith may be the morality and truth they believe in.

For a politician who is in charge of the lives of people in the world, faith may be the power in them.

And for the vast majority of people in the true realm, faith is the book of heaven.

Even if it is Xia Zhenren, the Golden Ancestor, and the Buddha Daozi who are already high above the world and overlooking the world, their beliefs are also books from heaven.

The Book of Heaven came to the world 10,000 years ago, inspiring mankind with wisdom and strength.

For the vast majority of people in the True Realm, the Book of Heaven cannot be replaced by its words, but by him or her.

She is not just a book, she is also an irreversible and unbreakable concept, she is a ubiquitous person, she uses her wisdom to protect mankind for thousands of years.

She taught mankind how to make fire, to create tools, to invent language and writing, and how to practice to enrich and strengthen humanity itself.

She taught people to see the beauty of words and patterns, the beauty of rhythm and rhyme.

She taught humanity everything.

For human beings, what she says is the supreme truth.

There are tens of thousands of people in the true realm, and there are very few who do not believe in the Book of Heaven.

On the mountain of Guilin, there are only fifteen people.

But at the foot of Guilin Mountain, there are now thousands of them, and they are shouting the name of the emperor of Guilin.

Thousands of people, a lot, but in the vast world of the true realm, there are very few.

Twenty Luo is one of them very ordinary, with a very ordinary appearance, a very ordinary dress, and a very ordinary temperament. She was inconspicuous among thousands of people, like a village girl or a woman she had seen nowhere.

But in the big world of the True Realm, she is very unusual, because she does not believe in the Book of Heaven.

And among the tens of millions of people who shouted the emperor of Guilin, she was very unusual, because she believed in the Book of Heaven.

In her own words, she was once a slave of someone, or rather, a slave of the Book of Heaven.

The Book of Heaven once made her understand truth, glory and morality, but it used truth, glory and morality to bind her for hundreds of years.

Until now, she has turned her back on the Book of Heaven, but she still remembers what the Book of Heaven said.

...

It is said in the Book of Heaven that as a slave, the duty and glory of his life is to shed his blood on his head for his master, and to give orders to his master. A slave is destined to live and die for his master, and it is a great sin to have his own desires.

She still remembered that the shackles of the Book of Heaven had once locked her firmly. The shackles seem to tell themselves all the time that the Book of Heaven says that a slave must not do anything contrary to this rule unless his master has abandoned it: that is, he must not do anything that harms his master's life, health, interests, or property.

A slave may not renounce this norm if the master has not waived it: the slave shall have the master's command, which is the greatest command.

The child born of a slave will also be a slave of the master and will serve the master for the rest of his life.

A slave is not allowed to interfere with any other person without the master's command.

...

It wasn't until her master died and she regained her free body that she picked up the memories before her freedom, which contained sunshine, flowers, parents, family, and love.

She suddenly realized that what the book of heaven said was just false.

It turned out that what was said in the Book of Heaven only left her with indelible painful memories and scars.

Her previous master never treated her as a human being, she was just a tool.

She had a scar on her forehead, a flower to be exact. It was her master who ordered her to carve the flowers herself with a cold sharp knife for fun.

Her hands were once stained with the blood of countless people. There was the blood of acquaintances, the blood of strangers, the blood of babies and old women, and the blood of her parents.

She was in pain when she carved a flower into her forehead with a sharp knife. When she stabbed her parents with a sharp knife, she still remembered the knife falling from her hand, watching her parents die in despair and pain, only indifference.

She didn't have strong nerves to suppress the pain of a sharp knife entering her body, nor did she kill her parents with ruthless blood.

It's just that once upon a time, after being a slave, she no longer had any memory of her relatives, and she only had her master in her eyes.

Therefore she willingly obeyed all the orders of her master.

Even if the owner asks her to harm herself, ask her to please the master's friend, or even please the owner's dog, kill her own parents.

She still remembers the inexplicable suffocating guilt and shame that rose in her heart whenever she rebelled against her master's will.

Yes, she would feel guilty for disobeying the orders of a so-called master who was supposed to be a stranger, so she killed her own parents.

When you make a mistake, you will feel guilty and ashamed.

But the inexplicable sense of guilt and shame when she was a slave made her make a heinous mistake.

But what exactly is guilt and shame?

Where is the source of guilt and shame?

...

Now, years after her master's death, she has regained her freedom and is fortunate enough to escape to Guilin, where she has been sheltered from being enslaved again.

She regained her memories.

But she didn't dare to remember it anymore.

She felt dirty and cheap.

She was physically and mentally exhausted, and she was burdened with guilt.

She is bound to break the lies of the Book of Heaven and break the shackles that the Book of Heaven has given to mankind.

She could still remember the rotting stench of the shackles.

Guilin Mountain, prohibiting anyone from sacrificing slaves in Guilin, guarding the weak in Guilin for many years, she believes that there is a group of people like her on Guilin Mountain.

She could smell the smell of Guilin Mountain, which did not carry any rotten breath of the shackles of the Heavenly Book, it was very pure and clean.

Therefore, when Guilin announced the establishment of Guilin, she rushed to Guilin Mountain day and night.

She was relieved that at the foot of the mountain, thousands of people were now gathered trying to break the slavery.

Thousands, put into the big world, very few, but at least she is not alone.

Even if she's lonely, she'll come here anyway.

"Emperor Guilin!"

"We crave your lead!"

Waving her thin arms, she joined the crowd in shouting the name of Guilin and the emperor.

Like this group of passionate people, she came with the great ideal of breaking slavery.

It is bound to live with Guilin and then die together.

Even if she can't live and die together, she will die before Guilin.

The first half of her life had been sacrificed to sin and vanity.

And in the second half of his life, when he didn't dare to recall his previous life, in addition to sacrificing himself even a little bit of strength, it was also the greatest significance.

And the only meaning.

Her left hand let go of her previous life.

The right hand will use the only strength left to grasp this life.