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Jiangxia's beautiful spring dream, not to mention for the time being, do you still remember that after the apostles were summoned, the war was lost, and the Yahweh was turned into an oil painting?

Of course, there are many people in this world, in different dimensions, who are not ashamed, or firmly call themselves Yahweh, God, and feel that they have endless magical powers, God loves the world, and has the most powerful strength under the heavenly dome. No one knows, maybe it exists, maybe it comes from the supreme civilization that once was.

The Yahweh we are talking about now is the Yahweh who became an oil painting in the ruler of the Heavenly City on the Fourth Continent, with the combined efforts of Mosheng and Karthus.

The Heavenly City is still a place of pious faith, Karthas did not pursue, nor did he take further measures to occupy it, and now the order of the entire Heavenly City has basically been restored, the four great monarch angels, although they were seriously injured, were not completely broken, to note yì, the four great monarch angels here did not appear when Jiang Xia stepped into the Divine Continent, and accompanied the Lord to kill Jiang Xia's angels.

Anyone who thinks he is God must always be followed by a group of angels, so in different versions of the legend, the appearance of angels is completely different, some versions of angels are handsome men and beautiful women, some versions of angels are hideous minions, and there are other magical versions, these of course have a real basis.

These angels of the monarch were helpless in the face of Jehovah's paintings, and the damage to their strength could not be recovered in a day or two, and these angels of the monarch were indeed loyal to Jehovah, and no one had any other thoughts, no struggle for power, no civil war, no shame for their own incompetence, and all of them were preparing to unseal Jehovah again.

The believers prayed day and night, and angels of all ranks, chanted hymns to revive Jehovah, but Jehovah was in the painting, and there was no sign of regeneration, as if he had always been a painting.

Then all the cities under the command of the Lord, except for the necessary productive activities, all the people stopped, and prayer and hymns became compulsory every day, and every day in the heavenly city, from the rising sun to the setting sunset, the sound of hymns was incessant, and almost all of them were spontaneous, and the theocratic world did shock countless birds that flew through the air, and the birds, who often heard the hymns in the air, suddenly trembled and fell.

"Sacred Heart Falling Bird." It is from this, moreover, that oil painting does have a change biàn, the corners of God's mouth, slowly hooking up an arc, God is in the micro xiào, this kind of micro xiào is naturally not the kind of contrived, rigorous religious micro xiào, but an ordinary person, when he encounters happy things, the micro xiào arc outlined.

Everyone was shocked, and the pilgrims flocked to Jehovah's paintings, and they prayed more diligently.

One afternoon, the traveler who thought he was carrying his bags was in a hurry, and came to the Sistine Chapel in the main city of heaven, and a monarch angel at the door, Gabriel, happened to be in human form that day, and saw that this person was quite dirty, and it seemed that he was sleeping in the open air, and the steamed buns he took out were also hard, as an archangel, such a mercy was necessary, and this man did come for the pilgrimage, Gabriel said, "Stop, pedestrian, I give you holy water and bread." ”

The traveler knelt down and reverently accepted Gabriel's baptism, the holy water was certainly not bluffing, it could wash away the dirt of the whole body, and it could make people feel uplifted, Gabriel took out a set of clean clothes, and several pieces of fine bread, the traveler took the bread, took the clothes, and was quite grateful, folded his hands, and kept saying Amen on his chest.

"Please come in!" Gabriel had a very strange feeling in his heart, but he could not say it, he personally guided the traveler, to see the oil painting of God, which hung on the walls of the church, but other than that, the church was almost empty, there were no reliefs, no frescoes, and of course, no religious painter dared to extend it on the basis of God's oil painting.

However, after seeing the little xiào of God, the traveler reverently knelt on the ground, "Please let me paint!" Gabriel was startled, and was about to wave his hand to refuse, when the traveler raised his head, and his eyes were not fanatical religious, but Gabriel's elusive cleanliness, as if in his world, only the thought of painting remained!

The traveler trembled and took out his paintbrush, and repeated, "Please let me paint, please, please let me, a humble and insignificant man, leave my painting in the Sistine Chapel!" ”

A humble and insignificant man who dares to speak of painting in the grandest of Sistine Chapels! On the basis of the oil painting of God, in the mural painting, "Are you alone?" ”

"I need a few helpers, and if I don't have them, I can do it alone." In the traveler's eyes, it seems that he has begun to sketch the lines, "With all due respect, the amount of work is quite large, and it is not an ordinary painting..."

"I will not be perfunctory, believe me, Father God, I will definitely create a true masterpiece for God!" Gabriel was shocked, the traveler's short few words, contained in the confidence and courage, overflowed his whole body, this traveler, is an ordinary person who has not cultivated the law, and himself, although incarnated as a priest, but the momentum on his body, how can it be completely known, and, in the Sistine Chapel, the solemn chants, the oppressive atmosphere, no one dares to say more.

The others, almost all the remaining believers, were looking at this traveler with cold eyes and disdainful eyes, and the chant did not stop, but became more high-pitched, silently mocking, and the traveler, the traveler's voice instantly became extremely weak.

However, beside Gabriel, Michael, and Metatron appeared, they were not incarnates, but directly spread their wings, holy and scorching light, directed at the traveler, but the traveler's mouth only had one sentence, "Please let me paint, please let me paint with my own brush!" ”

"If you don't do it well, I will erase all traces you have left here, and at the same time, your soul will be tormented in the fire of hell for ten thousand years!" Uriel also appeared, his piercing eyes that seemed to pierce the traveler's body.

"I can't paint badly, I believe in my inspiration, my brush!" The traveler gripped his paintbrush tightly and looked at the dome of the cathedral! The chants stopped, and all the faithful looked at the traveler, and then Metatron nodded, and everyone walked out of the Sistine Chapel, "Let him paint, I also trust the brush in his hand." Michael said that this somewhat thin, unkempt traveler contains strong willpower, and the dead horse should be used as a live horse doctor, hoping that his paintings can shine through the ages and recall God.

"Metatron, at the Sistine Chapel, arrange the shackles that deceive time, the painting is estimated to take a long time to complete, and if it is really a masterpiece, then we will also give it to the traveler, the time he passed for the painting."

Metatron nodded, the shackles of deceiving time are when believers, or pious people, repeat prayers every day, or continue to do one thing, that is, when they believe in God, angels can use this shackles to lock their time, reincarnation day after day, and in the end, their faces and bodies are the same as before, but as long as he does not pray sincerely and earnestly on any day before the deadline for deceiving the shackles of time, the shackles will be broken directly, and his time will pass at twice the rate, So it's deception, it's shackles.

And the high-level deceptive time shackle is to directly lock a person in a separate space, and a day from the outsider's point of view, for him, may have been 20 years, but as long as he can persevere in 20 years, do this thing, then when he comes out, it will only be one day, but if not, then he will age instantly. Metatron put such a shackle on the traveler.

The traveler began to paint, Gabriel stayed, became the traveler's assistant, but most of the work, the traveler did it himself, quite difficult to start from the trivial basic work, Gabriel asked the traveler if he wanted other painters to help, there were still many religious painters, the traveler shook his head, adjusted his own paint, stroke by stroke sketched the oil painting, the magnificent masterpiece of the dome.

The traveler basically did not stop painting, slept less than four hours a day, ate the simplest two meals, and many times, even ate the paint and bread together, without realizing it, and all his energy and soul were thrown into the paintings of the dome without stopping, always holding his head high, constantly adjusting colors, constantly re-matching colors, and some details were modified, and it took several days to modify some details.

Gabriel, except for helping the traveler with the ladder and delivering food, basically did not help the traveler, but Gabriel still came to the church every day and watched the traveler paint, and the traveler's physical condition began to deteriorate, and his eyes, hands, spine, and many parts began to disobey the call.

Without adequate sleep, and long hours of work, no one could bear it, not to mention that this traveler was only a mortal, but as long as he held the paintbrush and trembled, he immediately became calm, and the sun shone through the dome and on the traveler's body, and his clothes seemed to be glowing.

Gabriel, of course, was not only moved by his spirit, he also saw the paintings that slowly surfaced, after two full years, of course, equivalent to less than a day outside, the traveler had almost completed the structure of the entire masterpiece, countless naked mortals, as well as angels, organically arranged on the paintings, there was an indescribable taste, one after another The stories recorded in the Bible were all at the hands of the traveler.

Gabriel only needs to look at it to know the origin and origin of these stories, but the traveler rearranges the order of the stories, and does not shy away from drawing the ugliness of the world, drawing countless believers who are struggling, countless people who are not saved by angels, but still die happily, and some people who are insensitive to life even if they are saved.

And God, in the middle of the dome, at the nodes of countless stories, it seems, among mortals and angels, but no, God is higher than all people, the position of one hand, the three-dimensional feeling arises spontaneously, the depth of field treatment can no longer be described as perfect, Gabriel saw the traveler's work after a little bit of coloring, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"What is the name of this painting?" Gabriel leaned on the ladder and asked in a low voice, "Ahem, the Last Judgment!" The traveler coughed and replied casually, "Really, not bad, the name is zì." ”

In the Sistine Chapel, a third voice appeared, naturally, from the painting of God, the voice of the Lord, "The final judgment, the judgment of which is both mortal and myself, and I myself am a song, and mortal myself is a song." ”

The traveler was not surprised, but continued to paint the painting, and Gabriel knelt directly on the ground and sang the hymn reverently, "Quiet, this gentleman paints, stay quiet, Gabriel." The Lord and the angel of the monarch looked at the traveler together and carefully painted the entire dome.

Countless mortals have fallen into hellfire because of their mistakes and have suffered greatly, but the angels are watching from the sidelines, God's messengers want to redeem some people, and find that they are the embodiment of sin, God stands under the dome and wants to judge mankind, but he is not omnipotent, human beings will not die, because the heart of original sin is innate, so why not accept him? Everything in the world is beautiful, so what is evil?

In the light, there must be darkness, and in the darkness there is also light, blind religion, blind salvation, like being treated as a fish, not a truly useful existence, all believers in such blind obedience and meaningless faith, spent their ridiculous life, he got the real salvation?

No one can tell, even the Lord himself does not know, but he can see, from the traveler's paintings, the incomparably bright and bright door to the future, this is also the meaning of his own micro xiào, even if you are a god, first of all, like a person, learn to the sky, to life!

In the afternoon of the second day, after nearly ten years had been spent in the Sistine Chapel, and his frescoes were finally finished, he slowly walked down the escalator, his eyes beginning to appear dead gray, and when he withdrew from his work, he was nothing more than a small, lowly human being, a wretched creature in the dust.

His body was limp, but he was laughing, smiling happily, the frescoes on the dome were shining, and every figure and character was spiritual, swimming in the Sistine Chapel.

When the church reopened, the first thing believers saw was that they came out of the oil painting, the God of micro-xiào, that is, the kind of plain, ordinary micro-xiào, so everyone laughed, and then hòu, they were shocked by the whole mural, like an epic and magnificent mural, directly smashed through the original beliefs of everyone, they began to be confused, began to reflect.

Jehovah just smiled and looked at the crowd, without saying a word, but stood on the ground, with only a faint light on him than the others.

"If there is heaven in the heart, there is no light." It's a very simple truth, but it makes everyone feel that it takes a thousand years to fully understand that darkness must be darkness. Is light necessarily light? Do you have to be in the right position? The power of God has been strengthened again in the sublimation of faith, and the whole sky has been imprinted with the holy light of God, and the soft light shines on everyone, more profound and endless.

"What's your name, Traveler?" God held out his hand to the painter, who seemed to have no strength, "My name is Michelangelo, and I am a wanderer. ”

"This is your masterpiece, and your name is Zì, which will leave his mark on the title page of my Bible, Monsieur Michelangelo, and your Last Judgment."

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