Malamud jerked his head, strands of his pale hair fluttering in the air.

"Who?"

His questioning voice echoed through the golden hall.

Repeat after repeat.

The main hall is still noble, and the golden pillars are still shining.

Malamud, however, knew that the hall was no longer the same.

There was a man who was in the same fabled palace of Solomon, perhaps not far from him.

He kept turning around in the hall, carefully surveying every corner of the hall with his eyes.

"Who's coming out!"

"I've seen you. ”

Malamud's voice rang out in the hall.

"You're too noisy, young man. ”

It's still the sound just now.

Behind you!

Malamud snapped back.

In Malamud's field of vision.

On the pure gold platform in the middle of the main hall, a person slowly walked down from the high platform.

His tall figure does not appear bloated, but reflects the unique temperament of a scholar.

The person who came was dressed in a white robe, draped loosely over his body, covering his slender figure.

The outfit is entirely in the style of ancient Greece, but with a twist.

His forearms protruded from his white robes, revealing strong arm muscles.

On his forearms are two pure gold arm guards, showing inexplicable nobility.

By this time, however, Malamud was already attracted by the eyes of the visitor.

What kind of eyes are they, as if the wisdom of the stars is floating in them.

Endless mysteries and truths leap in it.

"Hello, young man. ”

Malamud's distraction was interrupted by an extremely magnetic voice.

The voice seemed to have been polished at the bottom of the Hantan Valley for thousands of years, and every bit seemed to bloom with the brilliance of wisdom.

"Hello, who are you?"

Malamud couldn't help but use the honorifics, and he looked up.

In front of him was an old man full of wisdom, his gray hair falling from his cheeks like the precipitation of time, and on the white hair was a hairband woven from olive branches.

The old man's whole person makes people feel immersed in the boundless ocean of wisdom.

Just by standing in front of him, you know that he is the wisest man in the world.

"They call me King Solomon. ”

The old man's voice was thick and magnetic, but it was like a shock, and it stopped Malamud.

"King Solomon?"

Malamud froze.

King Solomon?

The Lord is above, he can't have misheard.

The man in front of him calls himself King Solomon?

King Solomon was a man from more than 2,000 years ago.

"You say you're King Solomon?"

Malamud looked at the old man in front of him with a strange expression.

He really couldn't imagine that the old man in front of him was King Solomon.

It's like a fantasy.

"Why, kid, don't I look like it?"

A magnetic sound like frosted reverberated through the golden palace.

The old man smiled and replied to Malamud's words.

He walked slowly up to Malamud from the top of the platform, looking into Malamud's eyes.

"Like. ”

Malamud replied subconsciously.

The old man in front of him looked too much like King Solomon.

The King of Wisdom, the King of Solomon, can anyone be wiser than the old man in front of him?

Malamud couldn't have imagined.

"Because I am. ”

The corners of the old man's mouth kept a faint smile, and he looked at Malamud with starry eyes, and said in a slightly relieved tone:

"I feel in you a sense of kindredness and unyielding faith, like the covenant between the prophet Moses and the Lord. ”

"It seems that faith has never been erased with time. ”

"Wait!"

Malamud interrupted the old man.

"I'm still a bit of a mess. ”

He looked up at the old man.

"You say you're King Solomon?"

"But King Solomon was already a man more than two thousand years ago, and you say you lived two thousand years?"

The old man looked at Malamud, then turned and sat down on the stairs of the high platform, and he looked at Malamud condescendingly and said:

"Didn't anyone tell you about Solomon's Temple?"

"In legend, Solomon's Temple has been destroyed. ”

Malamud immediately said.

"It seems that the lineage has been broken, so let me tell you, Solomon's Temple, where the Ark of the Covenant was kept, is almost impossible to be destroyed. ”

Speaking of this, the old man paused and said:

But the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments were indeed snatched away. ”

"Why, then, does the history that remains say that the Ark of the Covenant was destroyed?"

Malamud was puzzled.

"Because the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments were not recovered, Solomon's Temple itself was destroyed. ”

If existence loses its proper meaning, then it is ruined.

The old man's meaning was very clear.

"The monarch of the day made an agreement with me that when the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments were restored, it would be when Solomon's temple would be restored. ”

He then buried Solomon's temple chief in the ground. ”

"This burial is two thousand years. ”

The old man's words seem to have gone through a long time, inheriting two thousand years of wind and sand.

The vicissitudes of that kind of discourse are something that no one can pretend to be no matter what.

But I still didn't wait for the return of the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments. ”

There was a gloom in the old man's bright eyes, as if he was saddened by the absence of the Ark of the Covenant and the Ten Commandments.

"For these two thousand years, I woke up intermittently. ”

"The last time I woke up, I found that I was constantly declining, and the magic in the world was constantly drying up, so I decided that the next time I woke up, if the magic in the world was restored, I would come out to see what was going on in the world, and to see if the Hebrews remembered the saint they had been looking for two thousand years. ”

"So, you met me. ”

The old man saw Malamud again.

"It's been a long time since I've been here. ”

"You're the first person I've seen in 2,000 years. ”

Malamud's heart set off a turbulent wave, this one in front of him was really King Solomon?

"I'm sorry, but I still can't believe it. ”

"Actually, you can look at the statue behind you, it's me carved on it, and my name is carved on my feet, that's the best proof. ”

Malamud turned his head and saw a huge golden statue.

The golden statue is carved based on the old man in front of him.

From clothing, from figure, from appearance, there are no exceptions.

At the feet of the huge golden statue is written in ancient Hebrew script: Solomon, the King of Wisdom.

Underneath the name there is a small line: "It is the mission of the Hebrews to uphold the covenant between the Lord and the Hebrews."

"Are you really?"

"Yes, but only a picture of the spirit. ”

At this moment, the whole palace suddenly trembled.

King Solomon's brow furrowed, and he looked up in the direction of the gate.

In the next moment, he regained his expression.

"Sit down and talk about it first, you still need to solve the outside matter later. ”

"What's going on out there?"

"A man about me woke up. ”

Malamud's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he was about the same as King Solomon.

Who could that be?

And at this moment, in the midst of the Holy City, beside Solomon's golden temple, a light that was equal to the pure white holy light lit up.

Endless wind and waves are like a tide, surging wildly in two rays of light.