In the evening, after the afternoon's rest, everyone became refreshed, and these representatives of the noble clans, wealthy businessmen, and political celebrities, also very generously expressed their reverence and piety for the gods.

A gold-covered gold vessel was sent into the temple in the eyes of some believers who held god cards and participated in the celebration at close range, and of course, some people donated money directly, and the gods like gold so much, they must also like money, right?!

Surely the smile on the high priest's face could be seen to be very fond of money, not only money, but also cheques.

"Tell the High Priest that this is my respect for the gods!", Lynch, wearing a bony gold wire plaque, handed a check to a cleric in a wooden box that could be opened and closed.

Whether it is money or checks, they will be put into a wooden box by the donor, which is also to prevent others from knowing how much money they have donated and protect the privacy of the donor.

Many times donors are faced with the somewhat awkward question of how much to give.

Giving more doesn't necessarily get some good returns, and people will talk about where the money comes from and why someone would donate so much money, which complicates a very simple matter.

People who donate less tend to be more discerning, especially those in a position who donate less than others donate, are labeled as "stingy".

In order to take care of people's privacy and not let some donations have embarrassing moments, the temple has adopted a very interesting method to avoid these embarrassments, and that is the wooden box.

The advantage of this is that no one except the officiant knows how much money the donors have donated, and there is no comparison, no judgment, and people will maintain a respectful attitude towards the donors.

The clergyman holding the wooden box quickly walked up to the high priest, who whispered something in the high priest's ear, and then the high priest opened the wooden box and glanced at it.

When he saw the check signed by Lynch, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, in Nagalil, no matter what country it is, foreign exchange is more valuable and useful than Nagalil's own Galil.

Looking at the number of zeros, the high priest was in a happy mood, and he thought that his youngest son was making some preparations for studying abroad, and these federal sols could be used by his youngest son.

As for the money being donated to the gods?

The gods don't care about these vulgar things, they care about piety, they care about respect, you know?

After closing the wooden box, the high priest looked at Lynch, and the eyes of the two met from a long distance, and the high priest bowed slightly to show that he felt Lynch's belief in them, his fanaticism and respect for the gods, and also felt the reward he received for giving Lynch the bone gold silk god card.

At the end of the donation, the High Priest made his final remarks for today's festival before disappearing into the temple.

Some of the clergy, including priests and priests, began to dance around the fire in the temple, dressed in strange costumes, their skin covered in various patterns, some disgusting, some numb, and each stiff like a puppet!

Yes, they are puppets at this moment, they are all marionettes in the hands of the gods, singing and dancing according to the will of the gods.

The lowly servants began to bring exquisite food to the people who participated in the celebration, all kinds of barbecued meats, all kinds of melons and fruits, and some low-alcohol and somewhat sour fruit wine, and people ate the food, watched the dance, and sang songs in the local language praising the gods.

"The High Priest wants to talk to you......"

A priest came beside Lynch, who was enjoying his meal, and Lynch looked at him, then straightened his clothes and followed him to the back of the temple.

At this time, the high priest had already presided over the whole day's activities, and there were no heavyweight activities in the future, so he returned to the back of the temple early to rest.

In a very empty room, Lynch met the high priest.

The room was about three or four hundred square meters, rectangular, and in the middle of the room there was a high platform, on which there was a stone seat, on which sat the high priest.

The room was a bit stuffy, probably because of the lack of significant air currents in winter, and there were a lot of braziers placed here for lighting, which illuminated the place, but also made it significantly warmer than outside.

"Mr. Lynch......" the smile on the High Priest's face naturally increased, "I have listened to what other people have to say about you, and they have brought your opinion on our faith. ”

"I have to say that you are a different foreigner, at least when it comes to faith, you don't act like anyone else!"

In this turbulent and ever-changing era, the ever-advancing technology is breaking the ignorance of the past, but it is precisely this fierce confrontation and conflict between science and superstition that naturally completely distinguishes people with faith from those without faith.

People of faith have become more faithful and religious than ever before, never doubting what they believe in, and rejecting other kinds of faith.

People without faith don't believe anything strange in this world, no matter what you say, and they can always explain some mysterious phenomena through various scientific means.

But Lynch is different, he says things that are ambiguous and seem to be unflattering to both sides, but in fact both believers and unbelievers can accept his statement.

Needless to say, the former would tell Lynch that all the miracles that manifested themselves were caused by the gods they believed in or something, and that they were the root and the only one of their faith.

The unbelievers will feel that Lynch looks at these things in a relatively scientific and rational way, and all he lacks is a chance to see through them, so they don't mind having an in-depth conversation with Lynch, so that he can grasp the key to see through all superstitions.

It's a very flattering way to put it, even if it doesn't please everyone, but it doesn't offend anyone.

This is completely different from other foreigners, many foreigners, such as Mr. Simon, whom Lynch knows, have only two attitudes towards the local religion.

The first type is the atheists, the unbelievers, who firmly believe that there is no God and classify their beliefs as ignorance and superstition.

The second group of people believes that the local beliefs are evil gods and heretics, and that only those who believe in them are righteous gods.

Whether or not any of these people later changed their attitudes and positions, they only had these two attitudes when they first arrived, and Lynch was very different, and this made him special.

Lynch bowed slightly, and the high priest thought of being with the patriarch of a parish, whose status was unusual, "I am from the Union of Byle, which is a country that worships freedom, and our laws promote and protect religious freedom. ”

"Each of us looks at everything that happens to us with a tolerant attitude and a broader perspective, whether it is religion, polity, culture, folklore or whatever, and we respect it, tolerate everything, accept everything. ”

The High Priest's eyes moved slightly, "Sounds interesting......"

The corners of Lynch's mouth √ slightly, "In the Federation, as long as you register your religious information with the Religious Administration, anyone can start preaching, as long as the doctrine is not illegal and anti-social, no one will make any restrictions." ”

"Substitute of God, do you know the Seat Church of Mother Earth?"

"God...... The High Priest was a little confused, "Is this talking about me?"

Lynch nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, High Priest, you are the embodiment of the gods walking on earth, so you are the agent of the gods, and you exercise the power given to you by the gods, and bear the obligation of the gods to guide the people to good, am I wrong?"

Looking at Lynch's somewhat surprised face, the high priest smiled and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth, but he quickly pursed his mouth, as a substitute for God, he was not suitable for showing too much emotion, but he still nodded, "No, you are right, this word is very right, God's Substitute ......"

He paused, as if reminiscing about the enjoyment that this new word had brought him, and after a while he came to his senses, "What were you going to say just now, keep talking!"

Lynch bowed slightly and continued, "Mother Earth's Throne, a religion you haven't heard of, they advocate eating hot horse manure to cure ailments......"

Maybe the two of them had a good conversation and the atmosphere was just right, or maybe there were more zeros on the check that Lynch donated to the gods than the high priest imagined, and he was in a good mood and very cooperative now.

He even laughed out loud with some exaggerated laughter, "Can eating hot cure diseases?"

Lynch looked serious, "Yes, it's better to have the steaming that the horse just pulled out!"

The High Priest laughed again, laughed for a while, probably he felt a little incredible, and couldn't help but ask a question, "I'm curious, does anyone believe in this religion and what they say?", the High Priest's laughter gradually stopped, and he frowned, "Eating can cure diseases." ”

"Why not?", Lynch asked rhetorically, "In the Federation, we advocate freedom of belief, and eating sounds ridiculous, but it is not anti-social in the first place, and it does not make people do bad things in the second place, just eat some unhealthy and non-fatal." ”

"And there are really people who believe that they are said to have tens of thousands of believers at the most......"

After hearing this, the high priest laughed dumbly, "This is really stupid and stupid, I thought that foreigners are smart people......"

As he spoke, he suddenly fell silent, even the religion that eats can survive in the Baile Federation, and suddenly he thought of a question, that is, if his religion moves to the Federation, can it also survive, and is there anyone willing to believe in his gods?

When he thought of this, the high priest's heartbeat suddenly began to increase, it was the Bylor Federation, a wealthy country far beyond Nagalil, everyone had no worries about food and clothing, and everyone was very rich, just like this Mr. Lynch in front of him.