There was no real understanding of what Solomon's Temple meant to the Jews.

That was the foundation of their faith and their nation.

Historically, after the destruction of the First Temple, Solomon's Temple, they rebuilt the Second Temple on top of the ruins.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, the Second Temple was burned down by the Romans, and all that remained was this wall.

For a long time, Jews exiled to all parts of the world would return to this wall, a symbol of Jewish faith and suffering, to whisper prayers and mourn the memory of the glory of the past and the vicissitudes of history, which over time became known as the "Wailing Wall".

The side left by the Second Temple alone is so attached and valued.

Not to mention the first temple in front of us, Solomon's Temple.

In the dense night, the majestic temple rises from the ground, surrounded by endless light, like the entrance to heaven on earth.

In the night, everyone was stunned.

In front of the synagogue, Abdul and Malamud were in the midst of the storm and waves, their sleeves fluttering.

"No, didn't you say that the First Temple was looted and burned down in history?"

Abdul looked at the majestic palace in front of him and said dumbfoundedly.

Historically, in 344 years after Solomon's death, King Nebuchadnes of Babylon led his iron cavalry to capture Jerusalem.

They burned down the magnificent temple with a fire, and Jerusalem, which had been prosperous, was reduced to charred ruins.

Then the Jews built the Second Temple on the ruins, and if the First Temple, Solomon's Temple, had not been destroyed, then why was the Second Temple built?

Abdul was a little confused.

"However, in the age of mythology, anything can happen!"

"Maybe it was just looted, but it wasn't destroyed. ”

Abdul muttered to himself.

With envy in his heart, he appeared that the Jewish temple was not his.

Allah, have you abandoned us?

Abdul stared at Solomon's temple in a daze.

And Malamud, who was beside him, could no longer hear what was going on around him.

Malamud, who had already reached a very high level among the priests, trembled towards the glittering palace in front of him.

One-step.

Another step.

He seems to be narrowing the distance between himself and history and the footsteps of the national foundation.

As if to greet this pious old man, in front of the golden palace in the pure white light, the falling rocks scattered on the earth scattered to leave a path.

The end of the road was paved to the feet of Malamud.

Malamud walked down the road towards the main hall, neither fast nor slow.

His eyes were full of piety.

"How many years have faded away in unspeakable time, but our watches and beliefs have never changed, like the temple, the ark of the covenant that symbolizes the covenant between the Jewish people and the Lord, and the Ten Commandments have never been erased from our hearts......"

Like a chant in distant history, coming out of Malamud's mouth.

His voice was sometimes far and near, sometimes like a whisper in a person's ear, sometimes like a cry from the horizon.

At Malamud's voice, the Jewish people of Jerusalem began to chant the ancient vow poem together in fits and starts.

The sound is getting louder and louder.

The momentum is getting more and more majestic.

The whole of Jerusalem seemed to resonate in something.

Countless chanting resonates with the earth and the heavens.

As he chanted, a stream of pure white light bathed Malamud's body, and he was now like a prophet walking on the earth.

A wayfinder who walks on the vast land of ancient times.

Get a glimpse into ancient myths and beliefs from the present day.

Malamud's light echoed with the temple constantly, as if there was some indissoluble connection in the underworld.

"That's His Holiness the Sage Malamud!"

Some of the followers of Judaism had seen the sage, and he exclaimed as he looked at the white robe from afar as he walked towards the mythical palace.

"It's the Sage!"

"Your Majesty the Prophet Malamud, is that our Temple of Solomon?"

Someone asked in a loud voice.

Malamud, who had not paused for any sound or path, paused at the sound of the voice, and then he turned his head and smiled.

His face was already full of wrinkles, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and his eyes were loving and pitying.

"That's right, it's back. ”

Malamud's voice was filled with unparalleled affirmation.

He had already felt the resonance of spirit and soul, the same pure white light intermingling.

You can't go wrong!

"It's it!"

"It's really it!"

............

Countless Jews wept with joy.

This is the surprise of a reunion after a long absence, an awakening from the depths of a nation.

After glancing at the excited crowd, Malamud turned around with a smile.

He continued towards the pure white hall of the heavenly palace.

The hearts of countless people beat with Malamud's footsteps.

As the distance between Malamud and the temple grew closer.

The pure white light on his body became denser and denser.

And the light above the main hall is also like feeling something.

"Click!"

The golden door slowly opened.

"Boom!"

The gate crashed against countless gravels on the earth.

However, the gate of Solomon's Temple, which looks like a work of art, has smashed the rocks directly, but it is still shining brightly.

Malamud looked towards the door.

On the other side of the door was a pure white world.

However, he did not hesitate in the slightest.

It strode forward, submerging directly into the pure white light.

"Boom!"

The gates of Solomon's temple moved again, and the golden gates rubbed against the earth with a loud roar.

Eventually, with a "click!", the door closed tightly.

In the darkness of the night, around Solomon's temple was full of kneeling people.

The dense crowd of human heads and the bewildered people of the other two religions froze on the ground for a long time.

Solomon's Temple, on the other hand, stood in the middle of Jerusalem as if it had come from time immemorial, and it was proud and magnificent in defiance of everyone's gaze.

The pure white light stands out in the night.

"This guy just went in?"

Abdul was a little confused.

"What about the agreement with the Dongzheng lineage?"

Thinking of this, Abdul suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Also, the Orthodox have the Holy Grail, the Papal have the Sword of Cass, the Jews have found Solomon's Temple, and now only we are left. ”

............

The next day, a piece of news spread all over the world.

Holy City!

Miracles!

Temple!

Malamud, who entered Solomon's Temple, did not come out all night, while the Temple still stood on the earth of the Holy City.

The wind rose, stirred up the clouds and mist, and blew a river of spring water.