Chapter 55: Dig a pit and bury it yourself
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Salome's status in the Holy Land of Eden is very high, and even Qin Lujiang, who is calling for wind and rain, has to be deflated in front of her.
No wonder Moses asked me to come to her.
Qin Lujiang, whose lies were exposed, was quite embarrassed, naturally it was impossible to stay here for a long time, and after a while, among the dozens of people who were originally going to come over and arrest me, there were only a few left.
I looked at the dispersed crowd, but I had something else in mind.
The Prophet had three hundred disciples, and counting the rest, it is estimated that it is more, but the total number of people I have seen in the past few days is only fifty.
So where did the rest go?
I thought to myself, but Salome said to Moses, "Lead the way." β
She was obviously unfamiliar with the new Moses, and her attitude was only average, and she had a natural disregard for men, which made me feel a little betterβshe must have been bent in the first place, not because I was bad.
After all, from my point of view, Moses is a handsome young man, and ordinary girls can't help but look at him, like the winter sun, with a warmth that is very different from ordinary people.
At this moment, Salome did not mince words about Moses, and it was obvious that there was really a problem with her orientation.
That's good.
Moses led the way, while Salome followed behind with the little dragon girl riding a unicorn.
I walked side by side with Moses, and after about five minutes, he suddenly said, "How do I feel a change in you?" β
I laughed and said the hot spring was pretty good, I just took a dip and washed the mud off my body.
Moses laughed and said, oh, yes?
I said that after I left, Qin Lujiang didn't embarrass you, right?
Moses said yes, but there is no evidence, and he can't help me - in the Holy Land of Eden, although Qin Lujiang has a certain amount of power, but because of the Chinese, he has actually been treated a lot of unfairly, which is the natural weakness of colored people, and he has always been very low-key before, why did it become like this, I think I am afraid it has something to do with you.
Yes?
I said it was my business, I didn't know him before.
Moses smiled and said I believe you don't know him, but he said that he has some personal vendetta with you, which I don't think is a big problem and is not a lie, so you may be somewhere else, and it is not necessary to offend him, after all...... The circle of this world is not small, but it is not big.
He stopped and didn't dig any further, and then we walked through the crypt of the active volcano, through a long tunnel, and actually began to walk upward.
Not long after, we came to a stone chamber door that was almost as warm as the surface.
The door of the stone chamber is forged in bronze, a bit like a church gate, and there are gorgeous religious frescoes around it.
When Moses came here, he turned around and said, "I can only send you here, and if you want to meet the prophet, you need to greet the people inside." β
After speaking, he actually turned to leave.
It can be seen that Moses' status here is not very high, or is the prophet actually jealous of his identity?
I didn't understand the point, and Salome jumped off the unicorn.
The little dragon girl followed.
Salome turned around and solemnly promised the little dragon girl, "Don't worry, I will help you rescue your friend." β
With that, she came to the bronze door and placed her right hand on it.
She closed her eyes, and a force passed from her body, and after a few seconds, the entire bronze door suddenly began to glow, and a milky white light filled the entire passage, and then the door slowly opened, and from inside came a magnificent hymn, and then a man appeared.
This is an old man in a red bishop's robe, and he is the only person I've seen these days who doesn't wear a black, gray missionary robe.
His face was full of love, and he said to Salome, "Your Highness, is there anything wrong with you?" β
He spoke very broken Chinese, and it was obvious that because of his childhood in Taipei, this Salome Highness was accustomed to Chinese conversations, but it cheapened me.
Salome said I wanted to see my great-grandfather.
The red-robed old man said, "The prophet has just returned from the polar regions and has not rested, can you come back after a while?" β
Salome shook her head and said no, I have a friend looking for him and asking him to meet him.
The red-robed old man turned his head and looked at us.
His gaze first fell to the little dragon girl standing side by side with Salome, and then to mine.
His gaze met mine in mid-air, and suddenly, I felt his eyes narrow, and a glint appeared, clearly wary of me.
Not for the little dragon girl, but for me.
Obviously, his judgment of our strength is very accurate.
The red-robed old man stared at me for a moment, then said, "Who are they?" β
Xiaolongnu explained our identities, and then said: "Great-grandfather, he detained other people's friends, and now they have come to the door, so they have to give an explanation, right?" β
The red-robed old man muttered, "Mysterious Oriental? β
He was a little uncertain, and after some thought, he replied, "I need to ask the Prophet about this matter, and then I will tell you about it." β
He invited us inside, and then walked deeper alone.
Walking into the bronze gate, I saw that there was a long and narrow road, and on both sides of the road, there were more than a dozen ascetics, these people had their eyes tightly closed, whether they were the old man in the red robe or us, they didn't care about what they were doing, and I felt that the temperature here was colder, and I didn't know if these people would freeze and catch a cold.
But since they are ascetics, and they have been here for so long, they must have gotten used to it.
After more than three minutes, the red-robed old man finally returned, and then said to Salome: "The prophet said that he wanted to meet the gentleman named Lu Yan first. β
Salome pouted and said why? Can't I go along?
A gentle smile appeared on the face of the red-robed old man, saying that the prophet will look for you after he finishes his business, don't worry.
Salome didn't care about my life or death, but only cared about the feelings of the little dragon girl, so when she heard this, she turned her head to look at the little dragon girl, and the little dragon girl left it to me to decide.
I was also thinking about it when I was talking to each other.
Seeing me first, but not Salome, obviously did not want to accept the coquettishness of this highness, that is, things are likely to change.
But meeting the Prophet is something I've been fighting for all these days, and now that I have the opportunity, I can't give it up.
Taking a deep breath, I nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go." β
After saying goodbye to the little dragon girl with a look, I followed the old man in the red robe and walked forward.
I passed the ascetics, and with each step I could feel the chant coming from nowhere, and at the end of the road I felt the sound coming from all directions, as if I were in a theater with Dolby sound.
The hymns kept singing, one after another, until the moment when the old man in the red robe suddenly stopped.
He pushed open a door.
The door opened, and a white light shone out from inside, and for a moment, my retina was completely white, and I couldn't see anything.
The old man in the red robe said, "Go in, the prophet is waiting for you." β
I walked forward, and as soon as I walked in, the door closed behind me, I glanced back, and then looked ahead, only to find myself in a room that was white on all sides, the walls and floor, and the ceiling seemed to merge into one, all of them were milky white, and the light came out of nowhere, and the overall visual effect was very impactful.
And in the middle of the room, there stood an old man.
The other person raised his head, looked at me kindly, and said, "Child, we meet again." β
This man is the prophet.
Unlike when they first met, he looked like a madman, but the prophet was still in tatters, but he exuded an indescribable warm light, with the majesty of a superior and the usual kindness of a priest, but without the indifference of an ascetic.
I squinted at him, and when I was sure of my identity, I bowed my hand to him and said Your Excellency, the Prophet.
The Prophet looked at me and said I didn't expect you to come here - in fact, I thought we would never see each other again in our lives.
At first, I was struck by the environment and the aura of the Prophet, but then I came to my senses and said to him, "Prophet, you have taken my friend, and that's all there is to it, and we must meet again." β
The Prophet looked at me calmly and said, "You have surprised me. β
Yes?
I subconsciously asked, "Why?" β
The Prophet said that you at this moment and you before are two completely different people, and I feel a great power in you, which I did not have before, tell me, is this the mysterious method of the East?
He saw the existence of the Blood-Gathering Gu Xiaohong.
But this is also normal, the old man in the red robe just now can see that he is a prophet, so he naturally knows better.
But I didn't want to go around in too many circles with him, so I said without humility or arrogance: "Prophet, the reason why my friend has some negativity is because before I met you, he was cursed by a blood clan, not the devil you say, I have thought about it for so many days, and you should know it; I would like to take him away if possible......"
The Prophet smiled and looked at me, saying, Are you accusing me? Youngster.
I shook my head and said no, I just wanted to find my friend and leave.
The prophet was silent for a while, and then suddenly smiled: "Very good, very good young man, I can see that the world is changing faster and faster, and there are more and more surprises - you want to take people away, you can, but you need to defeat my disciple, is it okay?" β
When I heard him say this, I was a little happy.
If he says that he will come, I will definitely not have the confidence, but let his disciple come, I am afraid of a bird?
I nodded and said no problem.
The prophet smiled, clapped his hands, and then said into the air, "Let Moses be called." β
Belch?
Say:
Is it fate?