"Is it that hard?" I suddenly felt the urge to sabotage their chess game.

The old man asked, "What have you come to the high priest for?" ”

The old man was not wearing a sacrificial robe, but he also appeared in the wing, most likely a poor old man who had been relieved by the temple, or an old pilgrim who had been temporarily borrowed. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to, so he casually asked us why we came to the high priest.

I said, "Come and deliver the medicine." ”

"It's just to deliver the medicine, put it down and leave, what are you doing with it?" The old man squinted his eyes and said with a smile, "I don't think the purpose of your coming here is simple." ”

I looked at the old man, discerning whether he was good or bad.

And the old man was very shrewd, and at once he could discern the chair in my eyes, and pointed to his own nose and said, "Old man, I am not a bad person, but I am idle and bored, and I want to find someone to talk to." But these priests, who are busy all day long, are only willing to preach to the common people, and refuse to go to those deep thoughts. It's sad and lamentable! ”

When the old man said this, he looked up to the sky and sighed.

I wondered, "Grandpa is a pilgrim?" ”

The old man turned his coat pocket upside down: "No, I am only a believer. The pilgrims are meant to be worshipped, but I have no money to offer them. ”

No wonder the priest would not talk to him, he had no money on him, and why should the priest bother to talk about it? If you want to realize the Tao yourself, then enlighten yourself, isn't it the duty of a priest to expose more people to the power of faith?

I thought about it, shook my head, and said, "I haven't read the doctrine in detail, I've only heard people talk about it." ”

"Oh?" The old man seemed interested in the topic, "How much do you know about doctrine?" What have you heard? Let's talk to my old man first. ”

I repeat what Assorted told me: "The believers of the Night God are not so much believing in fate as they are waiting for it to come." Underneath, there will be forces to help them succeed when it matters most, and they need to keep their feet on the ground and focus on the present. They are like hard labor, always obedient. ”

"Resignation? Hah, that makes sense. The old man clapped and laughed, and asked, "What about Protestantism?" ”

"Protestant believers also believe in fate, but they believe that fate caters to their needs. Therefore, they always have a rebellious impulse, wanting to see all right and wrong, and then make a seemingly fair judgment. If their power is combined, they will become hot-blooded and energetic people. The good thing is that there is always motivation, but the bad is that it is easy to ...... It's easy to ......," I said, suddenly feeling that the following words were inappropriate.

"Easy to 'rebel'?" The old man took my words and giggled.

"Oh, old man, you can't talk nonsense." I was a little surprised.

I have never seen a person talking about rebellion among the people, and if this kind of talk falls into the ears of the government, it will be dangerous.

"Renovators, rebels, that's what Protestantism is meant to be. The Old Religion was so strong that almost everyone believed in the night to some degree. If Protestants don't 'rebel', how can they compete for their own followers? Protestantism was born out of the old religion, and for the old religion, Protestantism must have its desirable and radical side. The more the old man spoke, the sharper his tongue became, and his eyes shone brightly.

I quietly looked at the old man, and I was even more confused about his identity: "Is the old man really just a believer? ”