Chapter 23: God of Guardianship
This small incident delayed a little time, but after the excitement of the people of the territory, they began to busy in their own house in that selection, and the territory has regained order.
The asylum was previously unoccupied, living only those zombies. Although George when they left in the morning although they did their best to clean up a bit to prevent the villagers from trouble. But still some clutter. Some places even have some stench.
However, people are delighted, more dazzling George is that these people began to help him round up a big pie.
And that explanation given about why there was no one in the shelter, and such chaos and other messy things, also made George drop his jaw knocked to.
'This ... I made up a set of rhetoric in advance can not be used?'
'Than I blow more fucking hard! Can you really believe what you've blown?'
But as those giddy, hand-waving people said more and more, there was a moment, even George felt that he almost fucking believed it!
He suddenly felt that in this most dark and desperate period, people like creatures, perhaps really need some faith and spiritual support.
The people of these feudal times were fooled for thousands of years in feudal thinking, they had not been educated, and most of them were even illiterate. In their minds, the avalanche of advanced sparks, but also difficult to understand those great principles.
So the most legendary things like miracles are the easiest for these suffering fools to believe in and live in the hope they have created.
But nature itself is a miracle, who can say that there is really no God in this world? And what about those coincidences and miracles that are not divinely arranged?
After all, the one who claims to have been sent by God has stood before them.
And also because, apart from this hope, these people also had nothing left.
They believed in the God of refuge, but in truth, it was because they saw Him as the hope of the living and the light in the darkness.
The hope of living is the most primitive and sincere appeal and hope of these poor people at the bottom.
For this hope, they are willing to believe in everything and justify themselves for it.
Just to have a little light in the darkness...
This is how it is in this feudal era.
Going right or wrong depends entirely on the one who constructed the miracle.
"Martin, do you believe in the God of refuge? Believe in the patron saint of this world that has been watching over us?" Looking at those busy people, George felt a little dumbfounded. Surprisingly, he said the words he should not say.
But no wonder, he was too shocked. Because he found that these people surprisingly did not need him to command, they themselves maintained order, and in the excitement of excitement to do the work.
"My lord, I used to... I now believe in the God of Asylum, my lord. I believe you can lead us to expel the darkness to the light." Martin pursed his lips and said, but his eyes were sincere. He hadn't gotten over the excitement he had just felt, so he didn't notice the deeper meaning of George's words - this was a faithless man.
'...'
George noticed that another line of words came out from the top of Martin's head, and pulled the words [Really unreliable squire] down with his gaze, and the words [Faithful people (firmly believe)] appeared in front of his eyes.
Previously he also noticed that after the pilgrimage, the vast majority of people had become 'believers'. Generally speaking pseudo-believers needed the guidance of doctrine and the Bible to strengthen their faith and become truly pious. However, there were many of these pseudo-believers who became very firm after the pilgrimage and became [Believers (Conviction)]. It was about one fifth of the inhabitants.
"This kind of conviction is derived from despair, a blind faith that needs to be guided well. Otherwise, not only will other gods and goddesses incite these people. One day, someone will also push me off the altar..." George murmured in a low voice.
He felt he should think about it.
The big guy who had been closest to him seemed to hear: "I only believe in you, chief." Alexander scratched his belly and said, "Chief, I'm hungry."
George rolled his eyes and ignored Alexander's later words.
It was already past dusk, the grain could not be harvested today, George was a little anxious, but there was nothing he could do. But with more people, packing was much faster.
He let everyone take advantage of the sky is not completely dark, hurry in front of the tavern on the small square, set up a few cauldrons. And let people carry water from the well, after boiling, will be all the house washed once. And after cleaning up those dusty houses, it was already evening.
Without letting the tired people go back to rest, he called all of them together and asked them to wash their hands and faces with hot water, and asked Alexander to carry a large clay pot and pray with them while sprinkling the water on the bodies of his people.
This time he used up all the mana in his body, and the effect of the sacred hymns was even stronger.
Although these blessed water, can not be compared with the holy water, but clearly has a divine aura, even if diluted by those waters, but also able to get rid of those residual germs and decay on the skin and clothing too.
This is the first time he did so. Previously only seen the magi so done. And after this time, George felt he had another understanding of the hymn of truth to.
After all this, the people of the lord slowly and subtle psychological changes. In their hearts, he has completely overlapped with the spokesman of God.
Many even hoped that the lord would give some time for them to repent and pray to him.
"God says that labor is the best penance and prayer. If you labor with all your heart and soul and devotion, the sins in you will slowly be dispelled by your sincerity, and the gods will hear the plea of your hearts." The priest, with a solemn and sacred face, gave this answer.
In fact, although George suffered the favor of the God of refuge, but in his heart, but still firmly believe that it is better to seek God than to seek oneself. In his opinion, instead of doing nothing and waiting for the grace of the god, it is better to do it yourself.
So when it came to impersonating God's will, this determined godly man did not have any mental burden at all. He even began to decide that he would have to make some good changes to the doctrine before he could do so.
''Boss, ah, there have always been many gods in this world. Their doctrines are also written by believers who comprehend the divine will. So it's okay for me to slightly change the corners of your doctrine, right? As long as the core doctrine remains the same, you should not mind, right? Don't worry, I won't let them worship the wrong god.''
In the past two days, he had been looking through the holy scriptures. He found that the God of Patronage did not refer to just one god - but the seven guardian gods of this world.
Some of the gods favored farming, some favored power. Some represent love and reproduction, and some represent wisdom.
Believers believe in the seven guardian gods at the same time, and the Church honors these seven gods.
But the history and environment of the continent is constantly changing, people's preference for faith, will also vary with the times.
The core doctrines of the seven patron gods are the same, but in general they are slightly different. So the doctrines have been modified and supplemented by the Church throughout the years of history.
So the main content of the doctrine will be slightly different in different eras.
When a particular pope favors the belief in farming, the continent may usher in a boom in the opening of the land. And when there are many believers who favor strength, the nobles tend to advocate dueling and honor. The continent at this time will often appear war and unrest.
When the war intensifies, affecting the entire continent. The Archbishops often try to push the people who believe in love and reproduction to the position of Pope.
It seems that the seven guardian gods have long since reached an agreement after the Battle of the Gods. Always let the faith of this world maintain a balance.
It is also true that what He represents is or is indispensable for mankind. That's why people have always believed that they are one.
Yet it seems that all this was broken after that mist began - an extremely frightening existence suddenly appeared in this world.
Some say He is the new god, and the God of refuge is the old god. Some say He is the old god of the distant past, while the God of refuge is the new god of the later - of course, this so-called later, I'm afraid, is also thousands and thousands of years ago.
There has never been any agreement, but one thing has remained the same - that is, He represents the end and the end.
He is about to awaken.
The continent has fallen into chaos, and faith has long since begun to be lost.
The faith of the God of refuge has always been modified and supplemented by the understanding of believers. So George felt that it was okay for him to add to it...
Standing at the entrance of the tavern, George looked at the torches that were moving around one by one in the territory, feeling the lively scene. However, he had a hard feeling in his heart at this time.
He is no longer alone and feel very happy, and because of the burden on his shoulders again, feel the pressure.
He had managed to get people, but the food together was only enough for 3 days...
Usually everyone eats off the mountain, and the robbers are not coming to loot and 'collect taxes' and scavenge extremely clean. So there really wasn't much food left. The villagers are like that primitive tribe, eat up today's to think about tomorrow.
There are basically no monsters in the mountains, so people don't have to worry about danger. And if there is really no food in winter, you can also use something to trade with that coal mine.
But in this shelter, if you do not collect food, I'm afraid there is really no food.
Of course, with this year's situation, the Valley's zombies are already more and more. The so-called 'evil demons' are indeed spying on the village - either the monsters or the lords.
So if we all work together, here is definitely much better than that eat today and not tomorrow in the mountains. When the troops are trained, they are not afraid of the other survivors.
The people here will only gather more and more, and the shelter will become more and more powerful.
But now there is an extremely serious problem - the collection of food.
The food is right in front of you, but it's not that easy to get.
The eight people themselves, and can not take care of so many people in the mist to collect food - can use the people, in fact, only himself and Alexander. And if the villagers encounter the corpses when they go to the fields to collect food tomorrow, I'm afraid that no one will dare to go out after that.
There are not supposed to be zombies in the vicinity of the holy land, and God has no intention of helping.
Yet the villagers kept believing that God would help them afterwards, but in fact it was not so...
George found that the god of refuge, who had suddenly gone silent, seemed to have quietly come up with a test for himself - for the villagers to get rid of their dependence on the gods and learn to rely on themselves.
If you want to make these timid and cowardly, as if sheep like the villagers, learn to pick up their own weapons, to face the monster while going to harvest food. Then I'm afraid I have to think of some way to do it before tomorrow's harvest.
Otherwise, the god of refuge, I'm afraid to change a CEO.
George thought lightly in his heart, turned around and walked back to the tavern.
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