"Aunt Luo, do you want to burn the incense pillar?" the thin old man surnamed Ye asked cautiously.

Aunt Luo's expression was solemn, and she pondered for a moment: "The Lord God has not forgiven us yet, don't disturb the peace of his old man's house, bow down and pray for atonement." ”

"Did the Lord God forgive us for not partaking of us as a sacrifice? Someone said with hope.

Aunt Luo shook her head with a bitter face.

Jian Ning listened silently, complained silently, or maybe he disliked you, don't you know that human flesh is sour? Enjoy the wonderful use of this word, God doesn't eat people, it's the devil who devours people, so is the one on the throne a god or a demon?

Old man Ye's head drooped: "But we held such a sacrificial ceremony, and the main god refused to enjoy the sacrifice, how can his old family forgive us!"

Jian Ning suddenly realized, you have already held ten and eight sacrifices in the past half a day.

Let's just say, everyone sacrifices boys and girls, delicious and high-quality meat, but they sacrifice the dry old man and aunt, it turns out that all kinds of sacrifices have been tried to no avail, so the old man and the old lady are pulled out to fill the number.

What is this called, cornered, dead horse as a live horse doctor?

Aunt Luo frowned: "Second Uncle Ye is cautious!"

Old Man Ye noticed that he was speechless for a moment, and hurriedly threw himself on the ground, praying for a lot of forgiveness from Lord God.

Jian Ning complained silently, the god you believe in is so stingy?

She looks too harmless, petite, non-aggressive, innocent in her laughter, kind-hearted and offers precious food for free, and a little silly, certainly not a bad person.

Yes, Aunt Luo did not shy away from her at all when they held a discussion.

Someone worried: "If you don't burn the incense stick, can his old man hear our confession?"

The harmless Jian Ning continued to complain silently, yes, the communication is not in place, what if God can't receive your message, can't you communicate with the medium, hurry up and burn incense, come to a magical communication of human and divine understanding, and the sympathetic communication between the upper and lower levels will open my eyes.

Aunt Luo: "Just be sincere." God knows everything, and His old man must have seen our piety. ”

Jian Ning pricked up her ears to listen to their discussion, and slowly moved to the side of the idol, quietly stretching out her claws to cut off a piece of gold leaf from the idol.

Gold!

Inside is solid gold!!

Eleven or twelve meters high, three or four meters five wide Jin Tuo Tuo!!

For a while, I couldn't calmly calculate how much it weighed and how much it was worth.

Anyway, it's enough to get rich.

Jin Tuotuo moved home, probably the height of the richest man in the first party.

To steal or to steal?

It doesn't seem like a hard choice.

"Little sister, little sister," after a few calls, Jian Ning came back to his senses from the huge surprise.

"Aunt Luo, what's the matter?" Jian Ning restrained the greed in her eyes, and smiled innocently and harmlessly in the blink of an eye.

Aunt Luo pointed to where she was standing: "You're too close." "Offended their God.

"Oh oh, I'm sorry. Jian Ning pinched the gold leaf in his pocket: "Why don't I help you burn the pillar incense?" Seeing that you have been discussing for a long time, you can't make up your mind, and you are anxious for you.

Aunt Luo disagreed: "The gods are not non-class, and the people are not non-clans." ”

Well, indeed, he is your God, not my God, and I don't believe in God, I believe in myself.

Eventually, they decided to try again.

Burn incense and sacrifice to the gods.

Jian Ning stepped aside, her lowered gaze frequently tilting towards the idol.

She wanted to restrain herself, but she couldn't,

How to restrain your natural yearning!

A poor ghost who has been down for eight lifetimes, put a few golden dolls under his nose, if he can restrain himself, he is not a human being.

After looking at it for a long time, my eyes twitched.

My mind is full of conversion questions, how much grain can be exchanged for thousands of catties of gold

Just when Jian Ning was thinking about how to transport the idol away without realizing it, suddenly, a loud "boom" almost overturned the main hall.

The heat was enveloped in a monstrous red light, and a hot hurricane blew away the burning incense pillars.

The vibration pierces the eardrum.

The catastrophe from the sky frightened Jian Ning, felt the heat and pain of the high temperature, quickly took out a sheet, wrapped his body, jumped to the door of the hall without thinking, and rushed out of the hall at the speed of a meteor.

The posture is very fart and flowing.

The fog grass scared people to death, there was no warning at all, what kind of fame?

Almost got hit in the fish pond.

Seek good fortune and avoid evil, seek blessing and avoid evil, Jian Ning wants to pull out his legs and leave the land of right and wrong, and it takes his life to save people?

What a broken mission!

I'll you!

I'm gone!

The system jumped out again and gave up the task, trapped and trapped

Die to your uncle, my sister was almost killed just now!

Dressed in a bed sheet with pitted holes burned by the high temperature, Jian Ning was mummified, standing at the door of the main hall with his arms crossed and expressionless, waiting for the hall to be quiet, and the heat wave to discharge out of the hall, the probe probed into the brain and held a transparent anti-poison and heat-insulating shield into the main hall.

The tragedy presented in the Fog Grass Hall made people tremble, and Jian Ning gasped,

The white floor was littered with stumps and small pieces, the walls were smeared with blood, the blood was splattered everywhere, and the strong smell of rust was striking the senses.

She smelled a scorching scent, and Janine bent down

"Vomit"

The huge main hall has only the statues of the gods, and the surroundings are clean.

The rest is like the abyss of death.

The uncles and aunts, who were missing arms and legs, seemed to feel no pain, and their bodies trembled and lay on the ground, their heads slamming on the ground, muttering something in awe and reverence, repenting and begging the gods for forgiveness.

This faith is poisonous!

Save them.

Kill them.

Jian Ning: "Get out!"

It suddenly became clear that whatever was on the throne, it was real, and it was angry.

Isn't it just on the pillar incense, I don't like to blow it out, why do you make it earth-shattering, blood foam sprays everywhere, as for it?!

I don't love cleanliness too much.

And whether these people are missing a thread in their brains, the gods they believe in regard their lives as if they were mustard, and they actually have no mustard, prostrate their bodies and kneel down to worship and pray to the gods.

Isn't that cheap?

I'm sorry, it's not her poisonous mouth, I really can't understand this kind of selfless and humble faith.

Faith should be something that gives people self-confidence, courage, hope, strength, clarity of heart, indestructibility, and so on.

Instead, abandon the original and chase the end, seek fish from the wood, lose the reason and have no bottom line of stubborn ignorance.

Their heart's desire is good, but they end up with an absurd and sad end, which makes people feel compassionate.

Jian Ning personally thinks that the best belief should be a kind of enlightenment from the depths of the soul that a person has obtained after reading through thousands of books, or passing through a catastrophe of life.

This belief was not imposed on him by the outside world, but was born in his bones after reading all the scriptures and going through hardships.

With such a belief, he walks in the world, no matter what thorns he encounters in front of him, or the predictable sea of swords and fires

Those so-called things that make others frightened will be regarded as nothing by him, and he can easily resolve all this with the state of mind of "everything is not a thing", and calmly walk out of his own brilliant tomorrow.