His gaze swept over the crowd defiantly.

Except for Xia Lingge and the young man with a peaked cap, the people who were staring at him lowered their heads one after another, no one dared to disobey Zhang Peng, and no one wanted to shout with him.

'Squeak-'

The semicircular arch of ornate ornamentation was opened by two delicate boys, and an old man in a pure white cloak walked slowly, with a smile on his brow and a peaceful and charitable face, holding a Bible in his hand, and when he saw them, he put his right hand on his left shoulder, and said, "My Lord is gracious." ”

Xia Lingge reacted quickly, and hurriedly shouted according to his appearance.

The reciter nodded in satisfaction and said, "The seven are all saints who have been selected to stand out, and now, I, the messenger of the gods, will lead you to meet the gods and receive His most holy baptism. ”

They followed the reciter out of the way, along the way the blue sky and white clouds, green grass, pure white ancient Roman buildings majestic and noble, back and forth in white robes of saints holding a Bible, solemn but with two points of kindness, every time they passed by the reciter, they would stop and whisper 'My Lord is gracious', and the reciter would stretch out his fingertips and tap their foreheads, saying 'God, bless you'.

Whenever this happens, the faces of those saints show a look of happiness and obsession.

It's not like a horror dungeon, but it's surprisingly logical.

Xia Lingge and the others came to the palace like a drum castle, and the more delicate and beautiful tulips bloomed flawlessly. Tall, holy, and incomparable statues of the gods stood in the great hall, his wide robes flying, and his eyes lowered slightly as if to look lovingly at all those at his feet.

The reciter excitedly put his right hand on his left shoulder and shouted, 'My Lord', and then turned to Xia Ling and said, "Kneel down and pray sincerely, God, will give you baptism." ”

Everyone looked at each other, quite hesitant, Zhang Peng sneered and knelt down on one knee in front of the idol first, bowed his head and closed his eyes, and folded his hands.

Xia Lingge learned the way, and the rest of the people did the same, and soon the surroundings fell into a layer of silence, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose.

Xia Lingge quietly felt that he suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little different, not to say what was different, but he suddenly felt a frenzy in his heart, this fanaticism was like a longing and worship of something, wanting to sacrifice everything for him, wanting to swear to die and prostrate at his feet.

The clamor in my mind was extremely loud, but I knew very well that it was nothing but falsehood.

Indulge in and sobriety, illusion and reality.

These two emotions collided and intertwined in her mind, biting and devouring each other, and finally, she slowly opened her eyes.

The reciter standing next to the statue saw her open her eyes, and a strange look of surprise welled up in her kind brows, but it quickly disappeared, and he looked at her and smiled.

"Holy grace of our Lord."

Xia Lingge's voice was clear and slowly spit out these four words. The chanter repeated it and then withdrew his gaze.

Slowly, the rest of the people gradually opened their eyes, but their mental state was obviously not as clear as hers, and their chaotic eyes were overflowing with fanaticism and worship, and they looked at the idol in front of them, and their love was almost humble.

Xia Lingge glanced at it, except for Zhang Peng, who seemed to have a headache, and the young man who couldn't see his face clearly in a peaked cap, the rest of the people had that kind of excited fanaticism.

She looked at Si Cheng, who was closest to her, and dragged him over and slapped him on the head without saying a word.

'Smack-'

The sound is extremely loud.

"What are you doing?" The chanter looked at Xia Lingge dissatisfiedly, "The temple of God, how can you behave so rudely!" You have to accept punishment to repent of your sins! ”

The other fanatics immediately looked at her with a grim expression.

Xia Lingge glanced at Si Cheng, who was beaten to the ground with fear, and his expression gradually changed from fanaticism to ignorance, and then said to the chanter: "No, you are wrong. I was so happy to be a saint and loved our Lord God so much that I wanted to do something to celebrate. ”

"In our hometown, we have to set off fireworks when we encounter happy events, but unfortunately there are no here, so I have to work hard to 'set off manually' by myself."

The corner of the chanter's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and before he could react, Xia Lingge twitched a few more times according to the heads of the other players, looking at their ignorant appearances, she turned her head to the chanter and said, "The celebratory salute has ended, you can continue." ”

Chanter: "......"

He looked back at the idol: "You should know, God, how much he has contributed to the reproduction of mankind, giving us houses and land, giving us food and fruit wine, so that we can live in peace in this chaotic world, but ......"

"There are people who want to disobey the gods."

His eyebrows suddenly became strange, and his face was like a demon crawling out of hell.

"So I want you to find the traitor who is not vile and ugly, and this is also a test that God has given you."

Two white-clothed children walked outside the door, they were holding plates, and there was a note 5 cm long and 2 cm wide inside, Xia Lingge took it, and suddenly there was a prompt sound in his ears:

[God's Promise: Report the Mutineer]

The reciter continued: "Since you become saints, you have to come to the temple every morning at dawn and at night when the stars are shining, and if there is a suspected candidate for a traitor at the same time, you can write his/her name on a slip of paper and set it on fire in a furnace, and God will punish him/her." But watch out for my children......" he pointed to the delicate little stove in front of the idol and looked at them again, "each of you only has one chance to report it. ”

Zhang Peng frowned and said, "What if I find the wrong one?" ”

The reciter smiled and said lovingly, "God will not blame a child for unintentional transgressions. ”

Everyone was silent.

"Alright." The reciter said, "You have understood the test, and I hope you will share your worries for God, so come and choose your posts now, and each of you will do your job." ”

【Temple Post Selection】

[Book Envoys: This is a very sacred and noble position, swim in the sea of books, obtain endless knowledge, and the secrets contained in each line of words will be explored and controlled by you. 】

[Two Servants: Serving the gods, how many people dream of this?] The gods will see your loyalty, your faith, your love, and your pure heart, and He loves you like that, child. 】

[The two envoys of the sea of flowers: The beautiful nature is guarded by us, even if it is a god, it will show the most sincere smile to the weak flowers, have you ever tried to sit in the sea of flowers and talk to them? If not, you'll regret it. 】

[Communicator alone: A lonely communicator is always alone, do you feel sorry for him/her?] No, you just don't know what could be more beautiful than exploring all things to get out of the temple and face the world. All kinds of people, strange things, oh...... But don't go too far, the lost child is really pitiful. 】