"No, how do you use this thing-"

Han Dongwen spoke anxiously, he didn't care about any bullshit dynasty, and he didn't care if any bullshit made gods or not, he just wanted to survive.

The life-saving thing must at least be able to be used, he couldn't help but shout loudly, as if he was about to grab Gao in front of him and stretched out his left hand.

"Temple...... Your Highness? ”

What came into his ears was the timid voice of Xiao Hongdou, like waking up from a big dream, and the scene of the dormitory once again came into Han Dongwen's eyes.

But this must not be a dream, the shining silver armor on Han Dongwen's outstretched left forearm is the best proof, and the turquoise jade inlaid on it is like a flowing lake, making Han Dongwen look at it many times before he reacts to what happened.

"Grind ink!"

Han Dongwen rubbed up from the chair, rushed into the study to rummage through the blank paper, and casually grabbed a brush placed in the gold-leaf wooden pen bed, and roared in front of the bookcase.

The startled little red bean came back to his senses, hurriedly took a flowing inkstone with dense cloud sand, prepared a gauze ink ingot and brought it to the desk, took a small water bowl inlaid with agate and was about to turn around and go out.

"You don't have to take water, you just need tea."

Han Dongwen waved his big hand, Xiao Hongdou was stunned, then sat down at the table again, took a small copper spoon and sprinkled the cooled tea into the inkstone, and began to grind it quietly and steadily.

"Your Highness, if you use tea to grind ink, it will make the ink more impurities, and it will be uneven and uneven."

Although she said this, the movement of her hand was not slow at all, and in the delicate but not harsh grinding sound, the inkstone soon overflowed with ink.

Han Dongwen tightened the wide sleeve of his right hand, dipped it in ink and began to write hard, although the handwriting was not very good, but after all, Wen Yongxing had not taught him less during this time, and the speed was a little grassy, at first glance it looked quite like that.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how the ink is, it doesn't matter what the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are."

As he spoke, he put away his pen and let out a long sigh:

"The words that are written down are the most important."

He wrote notes.

It's not the first time I've talked to Huang Zigao, a riddler, and this time, he revealed the news that sounded very unclear, and Han Dongwen could only copy it down like a fucking Buddha, so as not to forget any details again.

The first line of the note is the Yin Calamity, followed by the creation of gods.

The meaning is simple and easy to understand, and the creation of gods has produced a calamity.

In this order, Han Dongwen's notes basically write down the cause and effect of most of the things that can be mastered so far:

Because it wants to create God, the church needs a carrier.

Because it needs a carrier, the church needs the cooperation of the ecumenical duc.

Because of the need for the cooperation of the ecumen, the church seized power.

He looked at the notes he had copied down and pondered, and the little red bean on the side abided by the rules of waiting, and only knelt far away and sat at the side table used to accompany the reading to grind, so that His Highness did not have to worry about asking his subordinates to see something that should not be seen.

Han Dongwen thought for a moment, picked up the pen again, drew the last two sentences in a circle, and lightly put a question mark.

Does the carrier have to be cooperated with by the Grand Duke?

It doesn't seem to be, that day in the cathedral, Gascoen also clearly called Han Dongwen a carrier.

He thought about it, crossed out the word carrier with a pen, and wrote down the word "descending" again.

Because we want to create gods, we need to descend things.

Huang Zigao didn't want the church to succeed in creating gods, so he needed Simeng to recapture the descendants.

At this point, he moved his pen and suddenly his wrist hung in the air and stopped.

No, what the prince wants is not Simeng to take away the descent of West Asia, what he wants is......

What he wanted was to bring the exchange of goods between Simeng and West Asia out of the country.

Han Dongwen frowned, and wrote another line:

Because it is necessary to prevent the creation of gods, it is necessary to descend and take them out of the country.

After writing, Han Dongwen dried this line of new ink, stared at it for a long time, and his heart beat a little faster.

Because he has discovered that this sentence is not directed at West Asia.

Because it is necessary to prevent the creation of gods in West Asia, it is necessary to bring things from West Asia out of the borders of West Asia.

Because it is necessary to prevent Simeng from creating gods, it is necessary for Simeng to descend and bring it out of Simeng's borders.

It makes perfect sense to use this sentence to explain Gao's instructions!

"He doesn't want Simeng to create gods."

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and thought to himself in his heart.

Gao doesn't want Simeng to create gods, that is to say, Simeng actually has the possibility of creating gods?

He originally thought that the exchange of drops was related to the so-called Divine Light of Surrender and Killing, and even assumed that the Descendant was some kind of GPS-like device used to guide and locate the Divine Light to take away these rulers.

Only in this way can it be explained that it was Wen Yongxing who was taken away by the descendant instead of himself, but as for why there was divine light, there was never a more reasonable explanation.

When Tilda of the original timeline disappeared, he may have carried the Holy Grail with him?

So the real purpose of the divine light is not to take away the kings of various regions, but only to take away the treasure called "Descending Things", Han Dongwen, Tilda, and the disappeared leaders of other countries are actually just burials?

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

Xiao Hongdou looked at Han Dongwen's face a little ugly, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

Han Dongwen nodded wordlessly, wrote down the last two lines, and drew a circle heavily.

"The pillar of light will take away the descendants, and the pillar of light will prevent the creation of God."

He's seen a lot of this.

What kind of being would be afraid of the birth of a new god?

Gods who already exist.

"The pillar of light comes from God."

Han Dongwen read silently, stood up and let out a long breath, crumpled the written paper into a ball and held it in his hand, paced to the small stove where the little red beans were cooking, and threw the paper ball into the fire.

He watched for a long time as the ball of paper unfolded in the heat and flames, slowly turning yellow, smoking, and finally turning into a black ash.

After confirming that there were no traces, Han Dongwen let out a sigh of relief and sat down in front of Xiao Hongdou a little tiredly: "Okay, thank you for your hard work." ”

Xiao Hongdou hurriedly shook his head, lifted the ink inkstone on the small table, sat up straight carefully, and looked at Han Dongwen, not knowing what to say.

"Bianzhou...... Will you worship God? ”

Han Dongwen suddenly asked.

Xiao Hongdou was stunned for a moment, not knowing why His Highness suddenly jumped to this kind of topic, she thought for a while and said, "I...... I don't particularly believe in my family, but there are a lot of people, there are old immortals, land, stove princes, if you want to worship, there are people who worship. ”

She was a little careful when she said it, and she didn't know if such an answer would satisfy His Highness.

But judging from His Highness's rather frustrated expression, it was obviously not a good answer.

"So many gods......"

Han Dongwen sighed, he felt that it should not be in this direction, the other party created an Almighty God Lord, and Simeng created a Stove Lord to fight, it didn't seem to be a level of things.

West Asia can create gods with carrier flesh and blood, and it can set off a large version of the yin disaster in the original timeline, if Simeng creates a stove prince, what will happen?

Pots and pans all over the world go crazy?

"Is there such a god?"

Han Dongwen stretched out his left hand and drew a large circle on the table: "Is that the kind of super god who is omnipotent, he can manage everyone, everyone believes in him, and everyone is blessed by him?" ”

Xiao Hongdou wanted to laugh slightly when she heard this, but she still restrained the corners of her mouth and said with a straight face as much as she could: "It should ...... No, I haven't heard of it in the border continent, there are quite a few people from the Xinxian family, but I am afraid there are no people who are as invested as the West Asian people. ”

"That's ......"

Han Dongwen sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

Simeng was stitched from Han Dongwen's most familiar hometown, and when he thought about it carefully, he found that there didn't seem to be such a positioning.

Bailu immortals, the people also believe and respect, but it does not affect life so much, often on weekdays on the incense, when the real accident only asks the gods for help, more like a very utilitarian contractual relationship.

As for those who release life and fast, in essence, it seems that the roots of the faith that affects life do not come from this land.

"Is the Jade Emperor counted? Isn't there still the Buddha, it sounds like it's become a taka thing again, and Journey to the West is quite seam......"

Han Dongwen smiled bitterly and thought about it in his heart, the little red bean on the other side looked at him, thought for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, I haven't seen this arm just now." ”

Han Dongwen came back to his senses, looked at the silver arm armor inlaid with jade on his hand, and paused for two or three seconds before reacting:

"What did you just say this thing is?"

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