On a precious camel hair carpet, a pot of copper aromatherapy burners is placed in the center of the room.

The curling light smoke slowly drifted through the air, transforming into various forms.

Saladin, dressed in plain clothes, was sitting in the center of the room and said to the full class of students: "Allah is both one and diverse; both visible and invisible." He is omnipotent, but he is humble and courteous. ”

Someone said: "Caliph, Aden the Great warned us that it is a great sin to say that Allah is disrespectful." ”

Saladin laughed: "Truth is not made false by sophistry, nor is the true God made false by talk. Those who forbid others to talk about Allah themselves have wavering faith in Allah. If you are really a believer of Allah, why fear the mouth of Youyou?"

"What we should really be careful about are those wicked who do profit-seeking in the name of Allah. Saladin said slowly: "Those who preach in the tower are supposed to preach the truth and educate the people. However, they deliberately misinterpret the scriptures and use those difficult and incomprehensible answers to improve their status and block the hearing and hearing of believers. ”

"Whether he is a pawn of a merchant or a royal nobleman, everyone should have the opportunity to get close to Allah. Remember my words, when you confront those who are illiterate, then teach them the greatness of Allah with simple and easy-to-understand allusions and stories, and if they are knowledgeable, communicate with them with the Scriptures. ”

Another asked: "Caliphs, believers often worry that their voice will not reach Allah's ears and complain why Allah has not answered their requests." ”

Saladin said, "Allah does not respond to every believer...... The past, present, and future of each of us are like a long silk thread. When the threads are wound together, it becomes a mess, and all Allah has to do is to tidy up and open all the knots, making sure that each thread goes in the direction it goes to the end......"

"So, the silk thread of mortals is controlled by Allah, but what about the silk thread of Allah?

As soon as the words came out, the whole house was shocked.

Everyone looked at the speaker, a young man who had covered his entire body under a black cloak, revealing only a pale face.

"Shut up, you blasphemous Allah!"

"We should go to the guards and throw him in jail!"

"These vicious words are the greatest sin in the world!"

In the face of these reproaches, the young man stood up unhurriedly and continued to ask: "Who gave Allah the work of sorting out the threads of fate? Who made these threads? Who determined their direction?"

Saladin looked at the young man and said helplessly, "Laryngeal bone, sit down." ”

Laryngeal smiled softly and did not speak again.

Saladin continued to preach as if what had just happened had never happened.

Half an hour later, the lecture ended.

Saladin assigned the title for the next lecture and immediately announced the end of the class.

Soon, only Saladin and Larynx were left in the huge classroom.

Saladin waved away the guards who walked through the door, and motioned for the throat bones to sit in front.

Seeing the laryngeal lama sitting in front of him, Saladin spoke, "How do you feel after listening to my seven-day class?"

In a mocking tone, Larynx said to Saladin, "For seven days in a row, preaching to a herd of pigs, I really admire you for your patience. ”

Saladin said softly, "You have been silent for the past six days, why did you suddenly ask each other today?"

"After listening to it for six days, I know that it is no longer possible to get the answer I want from your lectures. The throat bone stared into Saladin's eyes: "I must ask you face to face." ”

"If it's the question you just asked, then I can't answer you, because the answer is ...... I don't know. ”

Larynx stood up: "Don't worry, you will definitely be able to answer the question I asked." ”

"What?"

Laryngeal asked word by word, "Have you seen Absolute Will?"

Saladin's figure shuddered, and he did not answer.

Perhaps he did not claim absolute will, but something else. But it resembles an inverted triangle that floats in the air. It invites you to participate in a contest called the "War of the Chosen One", and if you win, you can become the god of the new world. ”

The laryngeal bone observed Saladin's every move: "I know you are also invited. ”

Saladin closed his eyes and sighed, "Do you really believe that the 'Chosen War' can make people gods?"

"Why don't you believe it? All the prophecies of the Absolute Will have been fulfilled, and you and I can see it. ”

"Prophecy is but a dream of illusions, and reality is always hidden behind the fog. ”

Throat squinted and asked, "Tell me, why did you betray the Abbasid Empire in the first place?"

Saladin was silent for a moment, then replied, "That is forced by the situation. ”

"You suppressed and outlawed multiple sects, advocated doctrinal unity, and even went so far as to be hostile to your clan. ”

"It was a conflict between religion and the state. ”

Laryngeal shook his head: "You are lying, you got a vision of the future from the Absolute Will. The great Southern Empire has collapsed in the midst of war and civil strife, and your people have gone from being sons of heaven to dogs hiding in the ruins. ”

Saladin closed his eyes in pain.

Larynx continued, "The only way you want to change all this is to win the Chosen War. ”

Saladin said softly: "All this is blasphemy against Allah. ”

Throat Bone said funny: "You and I both know that the gods in the world are just virtual sculptures, and only the absolute will is truly in control of everything." ”

Saladin looked at the larynx, "What about you, and what do you want?"

"After the Absolute Will invited me to participate in the Battle of the Chosen One, I had only one goal, which was revenge. But soon, before I even won, I had achieved my goal. At that moment, I suddenly lost the direction I was heading. ”

Larynx slowly sat down and let out a long breath: "For a long time, I have been thinking, what is the meaning of this Chosen War to me?"

"I was looking for answers until that conversation with you. ”

Saladin looked puzzled.

"The so-called Father and the so-called Allah, although they are called gods by mortals, are just fighting ants in the hands of absolute will. The eyes of the laryngeal bone shone with a strange light: "These fighting ants have been beautiful for a while, but after thousands of years, who can remember their existence?"

Saladin frowned, "What do you want to say?"

The laryngeal bone took his hand out of his sleeve and reached out in front of Saladin.

On it, there was no skin or flesh to be seen, only the white bones of Sensen glowing with a strange pale blue light.

"I just don't want to be an ant. ”