Chapter 12: The Prophet
After leaving the main hall, Chen Musu walked towards the place where he came, where the old man arranged for him, the place to live is not bad, and at the same time there are a few beautiful maids to serve, Chen Musu is also happy, but the mystery of this world has always shrouded his heart.
After calming down such a turmoil in the palace, it was not early, and Chen Musu, who was lying on the bed, couldn't rest for a long time, and many people and things appeared in his mind, as well as a mysterious existence like the Tongtian Tree.
"The Tower of Babel, the Tree of Babel, what is the connection between the two, and is the heaven that this tower leads to the true spiritual realm that I know?"
Chen Musu's heart was full of doubts, he knew that he would definitely not be able to draw conclusions based on his own conjectures alone, the most important thing at the moment was to rest well and wait for the old man to solve the doubts in his heart.
The night was getting deeper, maybe because Chen Musu was too tired from fighting during the day, maybe because he was thinking too much, in the second half of the night, Chen Musu fell into a deep sleep.
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"Shiva, Kuha, do you really go back to guard the soul land honestly, do you know how many lives our people have paid for the comfortable life of their soul clan?"
At night, in the faint light of the fire, the group was arguing fiercely, and the first to speak was Müller, his face extremely unwilling, but also with endless anger.
"Mueller, it's not our fault, you can also see it, that messenger can seize the token with a single move, in case even our token is taken away by him, without soul power, we can't be their opponent at all!"
It was Shiva who spoke, and he had completely lost the Sven look of the day, and he seemed a little irritable at this time.
"That's right, this guy just came out at this time, I think it should be the will of God, I said a long time ago, the soul clan can't move!" The person who spoke was also one of the patriarchs, his name was Wu Zhi, his words were a little retreating, and it could be seen that he didn't agree with Mueller's idea at first.
"What are you talking about, Wu Zhi? Are you watching these Soul Clan people live a comfortable life, while we have to fight to the death with those monsters?" Seeing that someone wanted to retreat, Muller was extremely excited, this time he was planted, but they were still alive, and they still had the capital to continue.
The attitude of these people determines whether he can accomplish what he wants to do next, and if these guys choose to back down, he can't do it alone.
"Wake up, Muller, we can't fight the Prophet. ”
"Yes, the Prophet was already the most powerful person in the soul land before I was born, and now there is another messenger, what are we going to fight them with?"
Not only Wu Zhi, but everyone else was thinking of retreating, they were really suppressed by Chen Musu's methods today.
"Don't worry, in fact, we don't need to fight them, you have also seen, this messenger does have some ability, but I don't know if he can fight those dead things, we don't have to do it ourselves. ”
Seeing that everyone was afraid of the prophet and Chen Musu, Mueller hurriedly said his thoughts, with a cunning look in his eyes, and he could see that he had already taken a countermeasure.
"You mean?" Shiva was a wise man, and immediately understood what he meant, and the other patriarchs were not stupid, and after thinking about it, they also understood what Mueller meant.
"You're crazy, we'll be implicated in doing this!"
"Indeed, but it is better than using the lives of the people to defend the soul race, which considers itself noble, how are they different from us? I will ask you one last time, do it or not!" Mueller gritted his teeth, regardless of the decision of these people, he was determined.
"Muller's approach is a good idea, not only can I knock the soul clan a bit, but I also want to see how far this emissary can go. Shiva continued to persuade him that he was on the same side as Müller, and that there was hope that their goals would be achieved if they were persuaded to do so.
"Fight, even if it fails, we can remedy it in time, in this case, it is better to give it a try!"
"Yes, then give it a try!"
Under the constant lobbying and instigation of the two, most of the people present agreed with Muller's opinion, and those who wavered had no choice, after all, they had to agree to go with the flow, otherwise they would be enemies of others, and in any case they were grasshoppers tied to a rope.
Chen Musu, who was asleep, didn't know that this turmoil seemed to have subsided, and there was already an undercurrent surging behind him, but now he couldn't think of this, he had already entered that sweet dreamland, and all the troubles and headaches were left behind, and only dreams were accompanied at this moment.
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"Messenger, the sun is on your buttocks, the Prophet has asked us to see if you are awake, and if you are, the Prophet has told us to take you to his abode. ”
The sun outside the window is very bright, and the light shines on Chen Musu's body through the windowsill, the feeling of warmth is particularly comfortable, this is the first time Chen Musu has felt the temperature of the sun during this time, there are days and nights in the true spirit world, but the sunlight there is obviously different from the sun.
This is the sunshine on the earth, and Chen Musu doesn't feel anything on weekdays, but after such a big circle and returns to the earth, he is a little greedy.
"Well, it's already so late, and since the prophet is looking for me, take me with you. ”
Looking at the few maids standing next to the bed, Chen Musu stretched lazily, he slept late yesterday, so he slept until now, and the whole person seemed very satisfied.
"Poof, Lord Messenger, it's not okay for you to go to see the prophet like this, let's bathe and change your clothes first!" Seeing Chen Musu's appearance at the moment, several maids laughed unconsciously, if Chen Musu was allowed to see the prophet like this, they would probably be punished.
"Eh, hurry up and wash up!" Chen Musu's face showed a hint of crimson, these maids were laughing at his current appearance, after a night of deep sleep, he was inevitably a little sloppy when he woke up, and his hair was even more messy.
"Hmm!" several maids got started together.
After some grooming, Chen Musu changed into the same clothes when he came, although these clothes made of animal skins are good, but they are not as good as his own clothes, although this kind of dress is a bit different, but because of his identity as a messenger, this kind of dress is a bit unconventional.
"Let's go, don't make the prophet wait long!" Chen Musu waved his sleeves and walked out of the room behind the maid.
The prophet's residence is far away, and he needs to pass through the residences of other people of the soul clan, and along the way, these people of the soul clan greeted Chen Musu warmly, their faces were full of reverence, and a little boy even walked to Chen Musu's side.
"Messenger, I heard from Zaku that you gave him a token, I wonder if you can give me one too!" The little boy looked to be no more than seven or eight years old, but he was not of ordinary size, and his body was exceptionally strong.
"Don't be rude, Dabao, this is the Prophet. ”
"Out of the way, that's how children are. Chen Musu was made to cry and laugh by the appearance of the little boy, and it could be seen that these people had a special affection for tokens since childhood.
"Tokens are not something that anyone can give, the reason why they are given to Zaku is because he is strong enough, and it is not impossible if you want to, as long as you are as strong as Zaku!" he didn't know how to answer, but children need to be coaxed.
"I know the envoy, I will definitely be stronger than Zaku in the future. The little boy had a determined look on his face, and this firmness infected Chen Musu and the rest of the Soul Clan.
"Lord Messenger, the prophet's abode is in front, you should hurry over!" The maid beside him came urging, Chen Musu touched the little boy's head, and then walked to the prophet's abode.
"The place where the Prophet lives is no different from the others!"
In front of him was an ordinary house, compared to the palace he saw yesterday, this house was too ordinary, even slightly smaller than other people's houses, after pushing the door open and entering, Chen Musu found that the house was also ordinary.
A simple bed, some tables and chairs made of wood, and no other messy decorations, the houses of the whole tribe are made of wood, not as beautiful as those reinforced concrete houses, but there is an indescribable comfort.
"You're here!"
In the room, an old man was lying on a recliner, holding a wooden kettle in his hand, and slowly spoke after Chen Musu walked into the room.
"Yes, old man, I guess you should tell me about this place carefully today!" Chen Musu gestured to the old man, he still respected the old man very much.
"Don't worry, take a sip of tea first, this is the tea grown by our soul clan itself. The old man didn't speak directly, he pointed to the kettle and water cup on the table, and motioned for Chen Musu to pour tea and drink it himself.
Seeing this, Chen Musu walked to the seat and sat down, and then poured a cup of tea, the taste of this tea is not bad, and it tastes fresh.
"Yesterday's eight people were the patriarchs of the eight major tribes in our soul land, although they are subordinates of our soul clan, but a long, long time ago, they were the same clan as us. ”
As the rocking chair shook slowly, the old man began to narrate word by word, Chen Musu knew that the other party was going to tell him about this world, so he couldn't help but prick up his ears and listened carefully.
"The soul land is the land we live in, but beyond this land, we have to face an unimaginable enemy, these enemies are not afraid of death, their remaining consciousness is only to kill and occupy, they have no way to communicate with us, we are destined to be enemies. ”
"A long, long time ago, our people were driven to the point of no return, and just when we were in despair, a man of God came down from heaven, and he repelled these enemies that we could not defeat, led us to build a tower, and under his guidance we were given a way to fight them. ”
"After that, our race was divided into nine tribes, and in order to survive and reproduce in this soul land, we began a long-term struggle, and the method that man told us passed down from generation to generation over time. ”
"It wasn't until my generation that I was chosen as a prophet and learned the true secrets of this world. ”
The old man paused when he said this, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, he was struggling!