Chapter 330: Religious Beliefs

"Since I contacted you and explained it frankly, it happened to solve a few things by the way. To read the latest chapters, please lock in the Aishang Novel Network biquge.infobiquge.info" After satisfactorily answering Wang Zongchao's questions, Du Moskang got up and took out a few things to give to Wang Zongchao, which was an old **, as well as five silver nails and a glass bottle filled with golden sè liquid.

"Please give these three things to Zhan Lan. This volume** was written by ascetics close to saints, and it recorded a lot of white magic, and it also contained powerful holy power and the divine and biblical teachings closest to the Lord, which could be copied and studied by Zhan Lan. The other two are improved versions of 'Angel Dust', which are more effective than Lùxi's one, and the sequelae are relatively light.

When using it, you must first drink the transformation solution, and then nail four silver nails into your left and right palms and left and right soles, until the silver nails are all integrated into your blood, and the wound healing is considered to be complete. During the whole process, the reformed person will endure great pain for a long time, but he must always recite the Bible with clarity, which is also a process of penance. Only when Zhan Lan's white magic has been cultivated to the point where he can bless people with the 'Iron Will' can he accept this transformation.

After the transformation is completed, the physique, willpower, and holy power of the transformed person will be greatly improved, and the blood can kill and injure dark lives, and in battle, they can burn their lives and turn them into huge power with their will and faith."

Hearing the last sentence, Wang Zongchao couldn't help frowning a little, but Du Moskang immediately said again: "I think you should transfer Jiāo to Zhan Lan first, as for whether to choose to accept this transformation, it should be up to her to decide, not for you to decide for her."

In fact, this kind of transformation I invented also includes Chu Xuan's opinion. Chu Xuan believed that since the main god space provided the function of repairing a qiē damage, there was no need to worry too much about the sequelae when choosing the transformation technology. As long as people can return to the main god space alive, there will be no problem."

"Okay, then I'll take it for Zhan Lan" Wang Zongchao nodded, took these three things and put them in the space bag, and asked casually: "But why did you give me five silver nails?"

"Keep the fifth one for later, anyway, Zhan Lan himself will know how to use it. Du Moskang was a little vague, didn't explain it clearly, and changed the topic and said: "Although this human body transformation technology is mainly based on alchemy and divine arts, it also involves some biotechnology left to me by Chu Xuan, which has been continuously improved, if there are any new results, I will give it to you immediately." ”

The other party made a promise, and Wang Zongchao also agreed in a timely manner: "Okay, the main god space is not a problem with property, if you need money, just ask." In addition, we have also developed some biotechnology-based modification technologies, and I will give you some relevant information for your reference. But please study it with a thousand hearts, because those technologies involve a terrible virus that could destroy the world. ”

Wang Zongchao knows very well that since Du Moskang has not really joined the Zhongzhou team, the Zhongzhou team does not have much binding force on him. Then it is best to maintain a good relationship of interest with each other. As long as Dumoscone helped, then he deserved to give it back.

"Hehe, it's very good that with more advanced biotechnology, I can definitely research more perfect transformation technology. Sure enough, as soon as Du Moskang heard about Wang Zongchao's Jiāo flow technique, he was overjoyed for a while, and added: "Don't worry, after all, there are gods in this world, and I will never dare to do things that threaten the safety of the world."

"I'm also interested in learning about the gods of this world. Wang Zongchao smiled: "Then again, if God has been watching this world, you, the vampire's internal response, should not be able to become a bishop."

Dumoscone opened his mouth and let out a rough and wise smile: "In the 8th century A.D., a man forged a decree of the Sacrifice of Constantine the Great to deceive European countries into giving him land on a regular or irregular basis, and the fraud lasted for more than 700 years before it was exposed by the Neapolitan historian Valla.

More than 100 years ago, the church sold a large number of 'exoneration charms' to the people, that is, those who bought the exoneration charm, the soul could go straight to heaven. It was not enough to deceive the people, but at that time there were some miscellaneous things in the Holy See that made the saints they revealed inappropriate: they took a torn blanket and said that it was used by Christ, they found a torn turban and said that it was worn by the Virgin Mary, and the most shameless thing was to use the bones of pigs, sheep and other animals to pass off as the bones of St. Peter, and sell them for 5 gold coins. As for selling a bunch of jīmáo feathers posing as angels, it's even less difficult for them to make.

In the past 1,000 years, 20 popes have died unexpectedly, and the cause of death of 10 popes is still unknown...... According to your logic, do you think God will sit idly by and watch this happen?"

"Do you mean that although God exists, he will not care about you?" Wang Zongchao asked in surprise, Du Moscone said that it was not strange to happen in the godless real world, but he did not expect that these things would still happen in this world where there are real ghosts and gods.

Dumoscone shook his head: "It can't be said that it doesn't matter at all, but we can't guess about God's perspective and intentions. Perhaps in God's eyes, the pope and an ordinary peasant are nothing more than a multitude of beings, without discrimination.

And, according to my research. The period of God's greatest intervention in the human world was 300 years before and after the birth of Jesus, a period of saints and miracles. It was not until 313 AD, when the Roman Emperor Constantine I issued the 'Edict of Milan' in Milan, that the papacy began to rise. In fact, however, the Holy See has been weakening since the sixth century. This is a sign that God is paying less and less attention to us and giving us less and less power.

Under these circumstances, the Holy See was corrupted by the worldly power at a faster and faster rate, and gradually became a place to hide filth and filth, and even the dignified Pope was doing the work of fraudsters, but the Holy See at that time relied on God's legacy, and its power had not yet declined as much as it does now. The combination of power and divine power allowed the power of the Holy See to continue to expand and reach an unparalleled height around the 8th century AD. At that time, the monarchs of the European countries and foreign countries had to call the pope "Daddy" in a friendly colloquial language.

By 1054, however, the Eastern and Western Christian churches were divided. The Eastern Church calls itself Orthodox, and the Western Church calls itself Catholic. 400 years ago, Protestantism split from Rome, and the Reformation movement formed three main Protestant denominations: Lutheranism, Calvinism, and Anglicanism, and later developed Congregationalists, Baptists, Wesleyans, and numerous tribes and independent orders...... This series of events marked the continuous division of the faith in the Holy See, and it also seemed to indicate that God no longer cares about his followers. ”

"Why is this happening? What's wrong with God?"

Dumoscone shrugged his shoulders and replied helplessly: "How can I possibly understand the state and thoughts of God? However, according to my research, the mainstream religions and myths in the world will inevitably go through: the birth of faith, the frequent miracles, the flourishing of faith, the union with secular powers, the division and decline or complete secularization, these four stages, ancient Egyptian gods, Greco-Roman gods, and Buddhism, but I mean Buddhism in the religious sense and not in the philosophical sense. Islam and Judaism, on the other hand, have a general indication that they believe in the same God as the Holy See, but in different secular forms, and they also go through these four stages.

Oh, by the way, and your belief in Eastern Taoism and Heavenly Court. According to my research, your Eastern beliefs should have reached their peak in ancient times, and even the rulers of the Yellow Emperor and Yao Shunyu at that time were half-human and half-gods or finally ascended to gods, and the gods even directly participated in secular wars. But after the Zhou Dynasty, your gods became less and less involved in the world, but only maintained a transcendent position, and the emperors of all dynasties had to worship the heavens and pray for blessings. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, there was even a saying that a high priest of the dynasty cut off the path of immortals, isn't that so?"

"You're right, as far as I know. When the faith of the worshipper is not religious, but contains many worldly hopes and distractions, the faith received by God will not be pure. Just like harvesting rice mixed with sand, it must be filtered before it can be eaten. "As for the study of faith, Wang Zongchao is by no means a layman.

Dumoscon nodded repeatedly: "You just said the biggest possibility I speculated. In fact, with the development of human society, especially after the cultural revival of industry**, the human heart is no longer pure, and there are few people who believe in God without reservation. The last group of devout believers were probably only the lowest strata of society, without any culture. But it is a pity that the unscrupulous deception and exploitation of the Holy See have squandered this last position of faith.

If the harvested rice is half mixed with sand, but if most of the rice is sand, but there are only a few grains of rice, then it is not collected or the most ideal human beings loved by God in the Bible are Adam and Eve before eating the fruit of wisdom. ”

"The information you provided has been very helpful to us. Wang Zongchao once again agreed and affirmed this, and asked in particular: "What research have you found about the ancient Egyptian god system, especially the sun god and Anubis?"

Both he and Saito have been remembered by Anubis, which is not a good thing. When he first arrived in Europe, he had been shielding his qi machine to hide his Cunzài, but when he fought against the Blood Clan Elders, he had already done his best, and he didn't care about this, and he didn't know if the other party would be aware of his Cunzài and whether he would take any action.

"The ancient Egyptian god system has long since declined, and the peoples who live in that area today have little to do with the ancient Egyptians. As far as I know, there is a people in the desert in that area who worship the sun god, and the number is only a few hundred thousand, that is, the guardian people you have come into contact with.

As for Anubis, it can be said that there are no longer zài believers, and even in later Egyptian mythology, his status has fallen to the position of "keeper of the underworld" rather than "the main god of the underworld".

However, Anubis is different from God in that he does not fade out of his own accord, nor is he willing to lose his followers, but has been trying to restore his faith.

If you are interested in this, all the information and research results I have collected over the past few decades can be taken with you. ”

Wang Zongchao thanked him again, and he planned to transfer the information to Saitoichi, an expert, to see if he could produce any results based on the information he had already obtained.

This world is a world of legends, religions, ghosts and gods, and if you can figure out the inside story of these general directions, it will be of great significance to the Middle-earth team. From this, we can also see the importance of the role played by Du Moscon, this dark chess that Chu Xuan laid out back then, which they had almost forgotten, has finally begun to come in handy in a big way. The foresight of a wise man is breathtaking.

Wang Zongchao suddenly remembered something again, took out the ring that he had dropped after killing the Blood Clan Elder before, and asked, "By the way, with your profound knowledge, can you tell me the origin of this ring?"

"Well, this ......" Dumoscone opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment, his eyes completely attracted by the unpredictable beauty of the jewel set in the ring, as if it were an unfathomable lake, which attracted him to immerse himself in it with all his heart.

Noticing his strange appearance, Wang Zongchao frowned, and held the ring back in his palm, obscuring Dumoskang's vision. At the same time, Dumoscone also bit the tip of his tongue so hard that blood splashed out of his mouth, and it was only through the severe pain that he came back to his senses.

"It's ...... Soul Ring ......" Although he came back to his senses, Dumoscone was still a little depressed, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Cain's grandson, that is, the third generation of the blood clan, has established thirteen great clans, and the thirteen holy weapons of the blood clan are the sacred relics of these thirteen clans. This soul ring is also one of the thirteen holy weapons, which can control the minds of people, and is equally effective against members of the blood clan, and can also trigger evil desires of people or blood clans, and only those with the most firm and pure faith can resist its yòuhuò...... It turns out that this ring is in your hands. ”

"Thirteen Sacred Vessels, but I've heard of the Four Great Sacred Artifacts before......"

"The four holy weapons were created by Judas himself, and they are the holy weapons of the new generation of blood clans, while the thirteen holy weapons are held by the thirteen clan founders, namely the murder key, the corpse hand, the rotten bracelet, the magic puppet, the bone harp, the blood cup, the spirit staff, the soul ring, the butcher's knife, the torture axe, the magic mirror, the ghost lamp, and the poison bottle are even older, and most of them have not reappeared with the fall and eternal sleep of the clan prince. The power of the old thirteen holy weapons is not necessarily terrifying compared to the new four holy weapons, but they are often more unpredictable. Legend has it that the Black Death, which ravaged Europe for decades and killed 200 million people, was associated with rotten bracelets. Dumoscone sighed, "It seems that you once resisted the power of the Soul Ring head-on, so now its brilliance cannot be used against you, but I definitely dare not face it."

In addition, I would like to congratulate you, if you are going to London, England to meet my master, the soul ring will be the most suitable gift, after all, the soul ring is only suitable for the blood clan. ”

"Okay, then I'll go to London, England right away. Wang Zongchao nodded, it may be a little troublesome for ordinary people to travel from France to England, but for him, it is only a road of less than half a time.

Before leaving, he reminded Dumoscone again: "Lùsi is a poor NV child, and I don't want any more misfortune to happen to her." ”

"As you wish. Dumoscone shrugged: "Don't worry, at least I won't deliberately go against her again." ”

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Half an hour later, Wang Zongchao was already strolling through the London neighborhood of the dense fog.

It was past one o'clock in the morning. Scattered along the streets were a few staggering drunks, tugging at Jinv's placket before disappearing into the dark Xiǎo Alley. There were whispered curses and laughter in the distance, as well as the tearing of clothes, and the various sounds like the xiǎo animals in Kusama.

Discerning all kinds of breaths, Wang Zongchao continued to stroll, the pedestrians around him became fewer and fewer, more and more silent, the fog around became thicker and thicker, gradually turning into a white expanse, the dim light of the street lamps made the fog more hazy, and the outlines of the old houses on both sides could be vaguely distinguished.

"Where did the hillbilly come from, he dared to go to Kenxington alone in the middle of the night......" Suddenly, two Britons who looked like húnhún passed by, gloating behind Wang Zongchao's back.

Wang Zongchao heard it clearly, but he didn't care. A cold, wet mist of cháo was blown by the wind, mixed with a slight drizzle, and hit his face.

Gradually, not a single pedestrian could be seen around, and there was a dead silence all around, only the lonely footsteps of Wang Zongchao remained. The fog in London is so thick that it seems to cover everything in heaven and earth.

The groans that began to come from the depths of the fog were vague at first, and then slowly became clear, as if in great pain, and the voice was crying, wailing—no, not a voice, hundreds of voices, hundreds of lives, they wept and wailed in grief, and the wind sent a thick smell of blood.

The cold rain caressed Wang Zongchao's face. Like a hand, countless wet and sticky tentacles like impermeable seaweed under the water, scrambling to surround him, tugging at the placket of his clothes.

The wet and sticky mist enveloped Wang Zongchao, and the wails in his ears became even more poignant. Then he saw the twisted faces of those broken struggles in the mist.

It wasn't fog at all, it was a myriad of grievances, thousands of ghosts—it wasn't the undead of humans, it was the resentment that condensed after the death of a vampire. Hundreds of vampires, young and old, some were just children, their mouths wide open and their snow-white fangs were squeezed together, their bodies were deformed, and blood was still gushing from the countless blood holes on them.

"It seems that the recent battle, or massacre, here is more intense than I imagined," Wang muttered.

Faintly, there was an intoxicating aroma wafting from the thick fog, as cold and sweet as honey in the snow, which was the taste of love, and ...... The taste of blood.

"You're finally ...... Ken is coming for me......" A coquettish voice came into his ears, and then a silky arm slid into his neckline like a snake. The cold, soft and elastic delicate body is pasted up from behind, bringing **-style throbbing. The other hand wrapped around his neck. The icy and fragrant breath blew into the back of his neck, and the NV bit his ear.

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