Years ago, Song Lan had realized the shortcomings of the model created by the upper world, and this trip to the oasis only helped him clear his mind.

As it is often said, where there are people, there is strife.

Even for the most determined believers, they are unable to achieve true clarity and calmness.

"Assuming that believing in the God of Life can really bring the dead back to life and heal the disabled, what price do you think a person needs to pay to make the God of Life favor him?"

"Nothingness" rarely heard Song Lan talk about things related to faith, because as far as he knew, the other party never appreciated the model created by the upper world, and therefore became a thorn in the side of many people.

If it weren't for the fact that this kid's abilities and psionic strength were strong enough, Nothingness had no doubt that those "old-fashioned" colleagues would do everything they could to get rid of him.

Robbing believers is a gray area that can be tolerated, but if it touches the belief system, it is tantamount to shaking the foundation of the upper world.

Thinking about it now, perhaps the scourge of war had already been planted the moment he brought Song Lan to the upper world.

He pondered Song Lan's question, and tried his best to return to the glorious times when the church flourished in this land and controlled the lifeblood of the world.

Fame, power, wealth?

This may be the lifelong desire of most people, but for the inhabitants of the upper world, these things outside of the body are meaningless, and the avenue of promotion is reborn, and it also means that they must abandon everything outside of the body.

That's the price to pay for moving to the next level.

"The strength of the faith."

After a long time, Nothingness gave what he thought was a smooth answer.

Each year, the church honors the most determined believers, and as far as he knows, their whispers tend to come to the pious more often in order to increase their connection with him.

Nothingness has to admit that it all has a fascinating magic.

Their words can influence a person's thoughts, change their life, and even determine the future of a city or even a country.

The closer the connection, the more addictive it becomes.

"Yes, but what kind of faith is strong?"

Song Lan then asked.

It was also a question that haunted the minds of all believers at the time, many of whom spent their lives trying to prove that their faith was stronger than anything else.

This time, the thought of "nothingness" did not get an answer.

Seeing that the old friend was silent for a long time, Song Lan asked again, "If there is a person who is willing to give up things outside his body, follow the rules and precepts, and pray to the gods all the time, do you think his faith is strong?" ”

"That's it."

"So the church had a precept."

When Song Lan came to the fourth district, the precepts of the church had basically taken shape, densely packed with more than hundreds, down to almost every detail of life, and the makers of the precepts believed that only those who followed all the precepts could be called firm.

This is a human-defined screening channel for determining who is more likely to hear whispers from the lower worlds.

However, the effect of the precepts did not last long.

When everyone followed the precepts, the screening mechanism became ineffective, and the believer had to find another way to prove himself.

"If a man is willing to starve, and is not shaken by the devastation of suffering, is he more worthy of the favor of the gods than anyone else?"

"It's worth it."

Nothingness naturally knew why Song Lan asked that.

This is the origin of the ascetics of the Church, whose observance of the precepts no longer proves that their faith is stronger than that of others, so it has been suggested that suffering is the most important criterion for the advice of faith, and that ascetics have to cut off all personal desires, even to the point of starvation to prove their unwavering faith.

In the eyes of ascetics, these are all tests given to them by the gods.

As long as they can withstand these tests, they will be able to eliminate those who are not competing in the future.

"But this is still not the limit, there are also high and low ascetics, some people think that the deepest bond is the flesh and blood of relatives, if you can give up all this together, it is a great perseverance, he will become an example to be praised by everyone."

"Nothingness" did not reply.

There are such stories in the books of the Church.

It was a little joke in the upper world, where some people bet ascetics on how strong a blow would be to shake their faith.

So the gamblers chose from among the ascetics what was considered to be the most upright and devout believers.

Then bad luck followed.

An epidemic claimed the lives of his wife and children.

But the pain did not take away the ascetic's faith, he continued to go to and from church every day, staying in the prayer room until late at night, but his sincere prayers did not pay for good luck, a fire took his eyes, and after surviving, his face became ugly and hateful due to burns.

The ascetic remained unwavering, believing that all suffering came from the trials of the gods.

At this moment, the gods were watching him.

Disfigured and blinded, the ascetic finally heard a whisper from the upper world, but it was not holy, but like a demon that tempted him to betray the Church and the faith, it even told the ascetic that all this suffering was meaningless, just a way to have fun after tea and dinner "among the gods".

If he hadn't become an ascetic, he would have had a better life.

After all, the ascetic experienced the temptation of the devil.

He didn't survive the winter, but at the end of his life, the starvation-torn ascetic was still kneeling in the prayer room.

His heart is firm and pure, and even his potential competitors have to admit that he does possess a noble soul.

The ascetic was eventually recognized by the gods.

Archbishop Dargon Vida heard whispers from the upper world on the night he buried the ascetics.

The gods noticed the presence of the ascetic and said that his soul would rest in the upper world.

The archbishop recorded this story in the canons of the Church in accordance with the whispering instructions, which was used to inspire the people and let those who came after him know that there was once a determined believer who had endured all the trials and never wavered until his life was extinguished, so that he was recalled by the gods to the upper world.

"But in reality, the souls of ascetics never go there."

Song Lan told the true ending of this story.

Because the path to the upper world has never been related to the strength of the faith, the strength of the psionic energy is the only measure of this boundary.

"I didn't expect that after such a long time, you are still haunted by this matter."

Naturally, Nothingness had read this story from the church's books, but his original intention of reading it had nothing to do with the gambling game, purely because his precious disciple also appeared in the books.

In any belief system, there is a counterpart to a loving and holy deity.

And among them, the one who best meets this definition is Song Lan.

The demagogic devil.

When the ascetic goes through the trial, he is tempted to persuade him to give up, trying to shake his faith.

This is the first time that Song Lan's notoriety has been recorded in the classics, but it is not the last.

For a long time afterward, he played the role of a demagogic demon.

Colleagues called it necessary propaganda, but "nothingness" knew that in fact, many people regarded Song Lan this way behind their backs.

"And you want to free them from this senseless consumption."

It's difficult.

The feeling of being in charge of destiny is so wonderful that it represents the supreme power they possess, and no one wants to give it up.

Even though they knew that suffering and trials were meaningless, the passage to the upper world was firmly in their hands.

All the rules and precepts they make, even if they have no practical meaning, believers must follow.

"Nothingness" can only say that Song Lan's original wish was unrealistic, and there were always people who thought that Song Lan would compromise sooner or later, but no one expected that before that day came, he would "drive" everyone out of the upper world in turn.

"No, she and I are just doing research on the scientific side."

Song Lan said.

Even if he arrived in the upper world, he never had the idea of hanging a pot to help the world, which was not in line with the life of a salted fish.

However, he understood that mastering the passage to the upper world was equivalent to truly mastering the right to speak, and at that time, whether he lay down, slept or stole other people's believers every day, others would be helpless.

Nothingness was stunned, "Scientific research? ”

"The God of Life."

Song Lan mentioned the title that Lu Xiang once held in the mouths of believers, creating life and giving birth to all things, and he was also the most gentle among the gods.

But what he really likes is another identity of the other party.

She is the closest to the upper world passage, and she knows it first whenever a conscious body is strong enough to complete a promotion ceremony, so she is often also a guide for the conscious body.

"Then a new question arises, if the promotion ceremony is not connected to the existing framework of the upper world, then how did the original consciousness come here without guidance?"

They agreed that if they figured this out, they would be able to understand the true mystery of the promotion ceremony.

It turns out that he was not wrong.

Lu Xiang is very smart, after careful research, although she has not completely cracked the secret of the connection between the upper world and the "lower world", she has an important research result, "Old Lu, she has found a way to reverse open the upper world to humans, although it can't help them complete their ascension, but it allows them to borrow the ubiquitous spiritual energy there for a short time." ”

Song Lan vaguely remembered that as early as in the upper world, Lu Xiang was a trustworthy and good teammate.

It's so good that even if he fishes for three days and dries nets for two days, the other party can complete the scientific research work independently.

"Why have you never told me anything so important? Aren't we best friends? ”

Nothingness looked at Song Lan in surprise.

He knew nothing about the two of them's research, and even missed the war that upended the upper world.

"I didn't tell you directly, but I've hinted at you countless times."

"When? How come I don't remember? ”

"In the later 35th cricket fighting competition, she gave you a demonstration of the last Lao Lu."

"No wonder, no wonder!"

"Nothingness" suddenly realized, "No wonder you can win the championship no matter what crickets you draw!" ”

When the doors of the upper world are opened to independent individuals, they no longer belong to the category of crickets.

This belated truth left him with mixed feelings.

has been kept in the dark unpleasant, but there is some indescribable joy - this at least proves that Song Lan and Lu Xiang won the cricket competition by cheating before, and it is not easy for him, a conscientious contestant, to win the second and third places by honest people who never make off-board moves.

"Good boy, you two are cheating together!"

"Don't spew blood, it's not cheating."

"And what do you call it?"

"This is called mastering the core technology."

"you!"

"Nothingness" quickly adjusted his mood, after all, the upper world had long since become history, and he had long passed the age when he fought with Song Lan because he was worried about the past.

"But there's one more thing I don't understand."

He thought for a moment and then said, "Why did she help you to this extent, what kind of ecstasy soup did you pour her?" ”

This makes Nothingness incomprehensible.

On the surface, Lu Xiang was the least affected by Song Lan when he was in the upper world.

Everyone, including him, will inevitably be affected by it and become less subjective, but Lu Xiang can always maintain himself, and even he once thought that Lu Xiang and Song Lan were diametrically opposed existences.

But now it seems that perhaps Lu Xiang may be more affected than anyone else.

It was so deep that for the sake of Song Lan and their research, he pointed the finger at the entire upper world.

"Am I that kind of person? What's more, ecstasy soup is ineffective against her. ”

Both Lu Xiang in the upper world and Lu Xiang, the head of the law enforcer, have a wealth of experience in dealing with ecstasy, and unless she wants to, no one's ecstasy soup will work on her.

Song Lan must emphasize, "We were a very serious scientific research group at that time. ”

"Then you can explain why she burned the entire upper world for the sake of your research."

"Because of fate."

When Song Lan said these four words, the two fell into silence, and the silence lasted for dozens of seconds.

"Do you mean to tell me that you are destined to be lovers, so you must unite with each other? The old man advises you to think twice, although I have never been in love, I will not be confused by this kind of rhetoric. ”

"What are you doing here?"

Song Lan wondered if the old man wanted to fall in love and go crazy, "I'm referring to the question I just asked—how did the original consciousness body come to the upper world without guidance?" ”

"Nothingness" looked at Song Lan in a daze.

The question is distant and ethereal, and even if it has been asked, no one has ever received a definitive answer to it.

It's like asking the churchgoers how human beings came into being.

They will tell you that it was God who created humanity and gave them the spark of civilization.

But in fact, everyone knows that this theory does not stand up to scrutiny.

"It's fate."

This is the end result of the research, "Fate guided the arrival of the first consciousness, giving him hope of controlling his destiny." ”

Just like the prophecy that was widely circulated in the upper world.

The birth of the Son will help them to achieve this great cause.

The small theater of its two hundred and seventy-six:

Wednesday, evening, month, year

It was a long day for Lu Xiang, and it was not easy to correct the night heron's children's outlook on life, she was thrown into the mine as a dead angel of the church in her childhood, and other children of the same age struggled to survive the attack of aberrant monsters, and it was unrealistic to expect her to develop a healthy and positive outlook on life.

On this issue, she had to praise Song Lan a few words.

After getting along with Song Lan for a long time, Yelu finally stopped talking about blackening such as "killing" and "eating chicken legs", and after staying in the apartment for a long time, she successfully evolved into a lazy angel of death.

Nightheron hadn't been on an assassination mission in a while, and the closest she was now known to the "Angel of Death" was a phone call to warn the thief who had stolen her snacks that he would be dead if he didn't return them tonight.

This is a fine tradition brought by Song Lan.

Before confirming the start, ask for the other party's opinion by phone.

"What about you? Night Heron said that she only has good food, what can be eaten and what cannot be eaten in her eyes, what are the others like in your eyes? ”

Lu Xiang lay in Song Lan's arm and asked curiously.

"Good friends."

Well, the cognitive system of the dumb bird seems to be simpler than that of the night heron.

Everyone I see can be inexplicably included in the ranks of good friends.

She suddenly thought of something again, pointed to herself, her eyes were full of anticipation, "What about me?" ”

"Good old Lu."

"Give you another chance."

“…… Good wife. ”

(End of chapter)