Cowtongue - Stan rolls on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The guards and mud-legged scattered in fright like hornets that had blown up their nests.

After a long moment, Stan stood up and looked at his palms blankly, as if he didn't know who he was.

He turned to the crowd and swept over a person, his eyes turning from blank to clear, and then he burst into tears.

It hurts......

Stan remembers when he was six or seven years old, he couldn't sleep at night because he was so hungry. His father slapped him so much that his eyes were full of stars, and his face hurt at that time, and his heart hurt even more. Later, his father beat him, and his body hurt, but his heart no longer hurts.

Stan remembers when he was a teenager and went to his neighbor's field to steal potatoes to eat, and was hung up by his neighbor and scolded and beaten. The guy's scolding was more powerful than a whip, and he was bloodied in his heart, and he angrily replied: "You are a cockroach! I will never eat cockroaches again even if I die!"

Later, he was able to eat stolen sweet potatoes while being whipped.

Stan remembered that after his sister died of illness, his parents threw his little body into the river. He secretly rejoiced that there was a lack of food at home, but when he saw the little head that he occasionally liked to caress rise and fall in the water, his heart throbbed for no reason.

Later, when his brother died, he threw himself into the river with his own hands, and he felt nothing but relief.

Stan remembered the death of his parents one after another, and at that time he was overjoyed during the day because there were finally fewer people in the family who beat and scolded him, but at night he felt as uncomfortable as a pinprick because the grass shed was cold and unfamiliar.

Later, he stood in front of his peers who still had his parents, and he was always happy. The straw shed belonged to him alone, and no one beat and scolded him anymore.

Stan remembered that he met the Viscount on the mountain road a few years ago, and because he didn't dodge in time, he was kicked by the guards, and his waist hurt so much, and his heart seemed to be poured with a scoop of boiling water, which burned painfully.

Just now, the guard hit him on the head with the hilt of his sword, and he didn't feel it at all, and he was very glad that he didn't get his head broken.

When will he no longer feel pain in his heart?

"Stan, what do you feel? Is it pain?"

The words of the new viscount sounded behind him, and at first it was very ethereal, but when he said "pain", his soul that seemed to emerge from the top of his head returned to his body.

Stan turned and looked at the Viscount, who was about the same age as himself, "Yes...... Yes, sir, it hurts......"

The viscount asked again: "Aside from the pain, what do you think is different from before?"

Yes, there is a big difference!

Stan frowned, but couldn't think of what to say.

The viscount looked at his chin and said, "Is it the feeling after shaving with a hatchet?"

Last night, everyone said that they had to clean up and shave when they came to see the Holy Maiden.

His wood knife is very blunt, and it will be cool and comfortable when it is just scraped, as if it has taken off a thick shell, but when the wind blows, it hurts.

"So ......"

The Viscount looked him straight in the eye: "Don't you think you were sick before?"

The gray pupils were clear and focused, high in the clouds, as omniscient and omnipotent as a god, and Stan felt as if his bowels had been seen through.

"Yes, my lord is right, I was sick before!"

Stan felt that he was so real now, everything around him was so real, and even the feeling of an empty stomach was not as numb as before. Compared with before, the current self seems to be himself, and when I think about it, it was indeed abnormal before.

He asked eagerly, "Master, what kind of disease is that?"

The viscount squinted his eyes and said, "That disease, it's called ...... Numbness. Your soul is wrapped in a thick layer of dirt, and you can no longer feel the truth, and naturally you can't feel the pain. ”

Stan looked at the holy woman, and the petite and weak girl was looking at him with pity, her eyes flashing with faint tears, and she drew out the heartache he had just caused.

He resisted the urge to kneel and asked, "Am I all right now?

"It's the saint who touches your soul and makes you feel real, but it's not ...... Not permanent. ”

The Viscount rolled his eyes, as if in thought.

He went on to say, "Only by following the true faith can one always cleanse one's soul and not allow oneself to be blinded by dirt." ”

"True faith?"

Stan pouted and knelt down: "What is that? Can people like me believe me?"

The viscount smiled gently: "The crimson light shines in all directions, regardless of whether you are high or low, regardless of your origin. But you have to take it one step at a time, and you have to start by keeping yourself awake and realizing. ”

"Crimson...... Awake...... Real ......"

Stan muttered, a longing glint rising in his eyes.

Behind him, the mud-legged men finally broke the silence and gathered around to pray for the Holy Maiden to heal them as well. Even the guards forgot their duties, and Sardar was so angry that he scolded them and drove them back to their posts.

Old man Tarence stood behind Finney, observing this oxtongue plant-Stan, and he wanted to see how this "test subject" was different from himself.

Seeing that Stan's eyes had precipitated a trace of determined heat after clearing, Tarrens trembled in his heart, judging by his decades of church experience, this Stan had touched a corner of the doctrine, at least he could be regarded as a pan-believer. If you can continue to study the doctrine and enrich your faith, you will have a good chance of becoming a clergyman.

This made Tarens very puzzled, such a mud leg casually rolled on the ground and woke up, and he, a former high-ranking priest, has never been able to bathe in the glory of the goddess, it is really ......

At that moment, Tarence's eyes were a little red when he looked at Stan, why!

A great sense of crisis followed by jealousy, and Richie gave him the title of priesthood, which he would preside over when the temple was completed. If he doesn't awaken, the title won't be realized.

Seeing that Finney was preparing to come one by one, Tarence also wanted to try it, and suggested: "Lord Viscount, you can try to make Finney reveal her holy form and use the thorns of the heart for everyone." ”

Richie praised: "Great idea!"

The clergy can only use the "encapsulated" divine arts, but unlike Fini, who is actually a goddess, she can freely use her divine powers. Let Finney upgrade the single skill of Mind Thorn to an AOE skill, and there will be a qualitative improvement in efficiency.

As soon as she talked to Finney, the little girl understood what to do, originally she was just crying, but now she wants to make everyone sober when she is crying.

Her tears had long been held back, and when Stan burst into tears, she had a deep resonance. It's just that when she was crying, she was slightly worried in her heart: "I have to use up a lot of milk today, I don't know if I can make it up." ”

The wings of light stretched, and the praise of angels faintly sounded in the air.

Unlike simply revealing the form of a saint, tears slowly slipped from the corners of Finney's eyes, and the ends of the light wings extended faint shadows into people's bodies.

Except for Li Qi, everyone knelt down with their hearts covered.

A transparent light screen unfolded in Rich's eyes, showing the number of pan-believers. The initial number was 1/100, which kept going up, and finally stopped at 37/100, and he smiled with satisfaction.

The first promotion had such a result, which is good. And looking at that Stan's expression, there is a little more determination to seek than before, and the indicator of a devout believer should not be able to run away.

Looking at Tarence again, the confusion and entanglement on the old man's face surprised Li Qi, or did he not wake up?

"Perhaps...... The goddess does not want to accept someone like me, after all, I have gone down the wrong path. ”

Noticing Richie's gaze, Tarence said bitterly.

Nothing like that!

Richie had high hopes for Tarrens, and if the old man could not become the priest of the goddess, he would not be able to take over the temple and manage the church.

Li Qi has no clue in this regard, in the world of Fein, he is bound to the goddess, and the profession of priest is only a derivative of the status of the pope. How others would become priests of the goddess, he had no idea at all.

But he can be sure of two things, one is that the goddess has a great cause, even if she is a devil, as long as she has revolutionary consciousness, she will be pulled into the revolutionary ranks, and Tarrens's identity will never be rejected. The second is that if Tarence wants to become the priest of the goddess, he should start with the priesthood of pain on Finney.

Thinking back to that Stan situation, Richie asked, "Do you really feel pain? I mean soul." ”

Tarence nodded reservedly: "Of course, with my experience, isn't it as good as those mud legs?"

He used to be a high-ranking priest, and neither his life experience nor his contact with the gods could be compared to those mud legs.

"Maybe the goddess didn't care about the pain, she cared about the pain of mortals, not the pain of the high priests. ”

Richie vaguely realized that Tarrens was too experienced, and the focus must be on his once lofty status.

"Mortal Pain ......"

Tarence groaned, he had eaten a lot of thorns in his heart before, his mind was extremely clear, and the scenes of his life were extremely clear.

Thoughts continue to penetrate into the soil of memory, and the deeply buried life experiences of the past are constantly excavated. As if he had suddenly dug something, Tarence's cheeks twisted and his body trembled slightly.

Is that...... At least fifty years ago, young Taryns was just a junior apprentice in a branch temple. On a dark and windy night, he was called by the priest and said that he was tutoring in his homework.

That night, my heart hurt so much, and my ass hurt too......

Forty years ago, when I ventured abroad, I thought that the experience of birth and death was enough to exchange for trust, but I didn't expect to be ruthlessly betrayed. When he kills his former teammates, his heart must have broken into several pieces.

Thirty years ago, he betrayed someone because of unavoidable reasons, and at that time his heart was so painful that he couldn't wait to throw himself into the fire.

Tarence hugged the pillar of the castle gate, and slammed his head against the pillar with a muffled thud.

Li Qi opened his mouth and glared, and before he could stop him, the old man twitched his mouth again, and spat as if he had just had something disgusting in his mouth.

Fini's "promotion" has come to an end, and she has withdrawn from her holy form, and everyone is looking at the old man with awe, and what is going on.

After hitting the wall, slapping, kowtowing, and rolling, the old man jumped to his feet, and took off his clothes as if he was on fire, revealing his lean but not aging body, and Li Qi quickly covered Finney's eyes with his hands.

"Ahhh——!h

The old man hammered his chest and roared to the sky. Under the gaze of everyone, a soft white stream of light poured out of his body, turning into a circle of light, rotating from his feet to his head, dissipating into a halo, the color and aura of light were no different from the divine power revealed by Finney.

Tarens, awakened.

The light screen popped up, and looking at the sentence "Unexpected joy, clergy +1", Li Qi's jaw almost dropped.

That's okay!?