I AM GOD!

Chapter 128 You are a preacher!

In the Sky Temple, Sandean is standing in front of the corridor connecting the side hall.

He stared in a daze at the high colored pottery jars placed in front of the window. On the walls of the jars were painted scenes of the first generation of saints pilgrimage.

The sea of ​​flowers, the statue of King Ledreki, the Sacred ladder, and the fairies who greeted him.

Of course, the painter has never seen the scene hundreds of years ago, so Sacred’s scene is just a guess.

The Sky Temple is also completely different from what it used to be, from simple and rough to exquisite and luxurious.

Stained glass windows, snow-white curtains, and painted pottery ceremonies decorate the temple.

The gate of the temple is made of copper, and even the original pillars have been turned into gilt and inlaid silver. Some exquisite sacrificial equipment are enough to scare the little nobles in the countryside.

A group of priests who hurriedly walked by, dressed in the burqa worn during the sacrifice, saw Sande’an saluting.

“Your Lord Priest.”

But after the salute, they left in a hurry.

They dare not get too close to Sandean.

With the help of Sandean, who brought ritual power to Shinsai, he finally became the chief priest of the Sky Temple a few years later.

But his situation is not good. The various priest families who inherited from the royal blood family branch are working together to offset Sandean’s influence, and the god-tier temples are weakening the power of the sky temple.

The royal bloodline seems to have disappeared, but the royal family continues in another way.

They think that people like Sandean becoming priests is an insult to the priest family and noble blood. The young priests of those priest families disdain to enter the sky temple and turn to other temples in large numbers.

Although Sandean became the chief priest of the Sky Temple, he could only control the Sky Temple, and even the Sky Temple could not fully control it.

As the chief priest of the Sky Temple, he is the head of all priests.

But in fact, with the gradual rise of temples in other places, the Sky Temple has lost its original function a little bit and has become a symbolic existence.

Among them, there is also the acquiescence of King Henil.

He also noticed that King Henir was deliberately dividing the power of the priests, and his arrival and the establishment of nine ritual temples were the beginning.

But Sandean doesn’t care about these.

What Sandean cares about is that the priest’s power has not changed much in these years.

The power of the ritual is cherished by the various temples. A large number of high-level priests still have not been able to become spiritual priests, and they cannot learn the knowledge they have brought back from the kingdom of gods.

In order to protect own interests and power, various temples prohibit priests of other temples from learning and using own rituals, as if the power of rituals is regarded as own property.

They have collected and shelved the power of rituals, allowing only their own people to learn, and have no interest in teaching and developing the power of rituals on a large scale.

Even some temple priests believed that to make things of miracles something that ordinary people could use was a kind of blasphemy against the power of priests.

Sandean certainly knew what these people were thinking, but he was still very disappointed.

“Why is it always like this!”

A young priest heard Sande’an’s words and walked out, bowed behind Sande’an and said.

“Because people like you and the saints are very few.”

“but.”

“Only people like the saint and you can change the world.”

The young priest came from a small aristocratic family in the city. His family belonged to an offshoot of the Horson family hundreds of years ago, and he did not know when he had lost his power.

The only one in the family for two hundred years was he who suddenly awakened his wisdom and power, became a priest and entered the sky temple.

He is the glory of their family.

There are not a few people like him, and there are many children of businessmen or common people who will awaken their power at birth.

Since the inheritance of the power of wisdom from King Ledniche, over the years, as the generations of trilobites multiply and the royal family has spread, the blood of myths has become more and more, and the people with hidden blood have also changed. Got more and more widespread.

Therefore, more and more priests who came from the bottom but possessed wisdom and power are also emerging.The priests of most families rely on the gift of power to inherit the blood.

And these priests from the meager background were basically awakened by nature.

It stands to reason that these naturally awakened priests are more talented and should be more reused and cultivated.

However, the reality is that these priests with natural awakening talents have been squeezed out, and they have been strongly suppressed and rejected by the families of high priests.

Sandean shook his head and said the old saying.

“It is the saints who change the world, and the gods who bestow everything to the Sanye.”

“I am just a practitioner of the will of the saints.”

Sandean turned around, pushed open the door of the corridor and walked towards the temple.

“I am the shadow of the saints and their ideal heir.”

The priest’s eyes were shining. He admired Sandean very much. He thought the other party was a great priest.

Sandean brought light and hope to the world. Although he was born in a small age, he has a broad mind and ideals.

The priest ran after him and said to Sandean.

“Master Sandean, I know what you think.”

“You want to practice the ideals of the saints, you want more people to become forces that open up a new era, and you want miracles to spread to every corner of the world.”

“You want—”

“The civilization of the Sanye people has entered a new era.”

Sandean turned around, and he looked at each other carefully.

From his eyes, he could see that the other party was full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

just like.

The same as myself.

The young priest went on to say: “Priests in my hometown and many cities, they also aspire to be priests of the spirit world, to be a member of the world that will change.”

“They can be your followers, they can be the ideal heirs to you and the saints.”

“but me.”

“We can recruit them for you.”

Sandean’s eyes gradually gleamed, and his expression became completely different.

“Really?”

“They can come to the Sky Temple, anyone can.”

“I can teach them all the ritual skills, and I will not hesitate to all the knowledge I have.”

The young priest knelt on the ground with his hands on his chest.

“Master Sandean.”

“We will always be grateful for your great mind, you are a true evangelist.”

Sandean found his fellow practitioner and followers, and the two began to plan their ideals and future.

Sandean suddenly felt that own Life was different.

He had what he wanted to do, and at the same time faintly saw the way forward.

The priest left the sky temple with ambition to recruit those priests who were willing to serve Sandean.

However, just as Sandean waited expectantly until the priest returned.

In a dark dawn, the priest was dying and was covered with scars and carried it to the sky temple.

Sandean put on a burqa embroidered with nine mysterious symbols, and hurriedly came to the side room of the temple.

The priest only breathed out, and opened his eyes vigorously to look at Sandean.

Sandean’s voice was a little hoarse: “Who did it?”

The priest smiled weakly: “It’s just an accident.”

Sandean didn’t believe it, he could guess who did it.

The priest families who are hostile to him, the temple priests who do not allow ritual art to be spread out.

Among them, the most hostile to him is the Tito family.

But he also knew that even if he knew it was them, there was no way to deal with them directly.

The people beside him cried and said, “A group of priests attacked us. They used the power of ritual.”

Blood was constantly pouring out of the young priest’s mouth, but Sandean was helpless.

In this era, crude medical skills have no way to deal with such serious injuries.

“Master Sandean!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything for your ideals.”

Sand’an burst into tears for a moment, and he held the priest’s hand tightly.

“You have done enough.”

The priest finally smiled and said: “I am honored to be your follower.”

Sandean asked the doctor to try his best to save the priest, but he died in the end.

He had the priest’s body carried down.

With red eyes, he came to the highest point of the sky temple alone.

Here is a cliff that overlooks the entire holy lake, which is too dangerous to make people dizzy.

But at the same time, standing here can feel that the sea of ​​clouds and the holy lake are at your feet.

Some people even call it the seat of the gods, because they feel that only gods are worthy of enjoying such a view.

There is no one here, even priests can’t get close here easily.

At this moment, Sandean broke out completely, and he shook his arm frantically.

“why.”

“Why do I already do this and you still don’t accept me?”

“What do you want to do? That is the power of God, something the saints exchange for their lives.”

“Do you really treat it as your own thing?”

He yelled loudly.

“Why do you guys?”

“Are you worthy?”

“You dirty and ugly things.”

Sandean considers himself a fair priest of the gods, he imparts knowledge to everyone without reservation, he only wants to fulfill the ideals of the saints.

He never thought about it for himself, and everything he wanted to do was for everyone.

“You people, why are you people so ugly.”

“Sanye people!”

“You are really unimaginable ugly, and disgustingly despicable!”

“original sin!”

“You are those who were born with original sin, and you are the descendants of those who were driven out of God Xu Paradise.”

After venting his anger, Sandean sat helplessly on the ground and covered his own face.

He was angry at the ugliness of those people, but at the same time he was also angry with his own incompetence and inaction.

He began to think about himself over the years. He has become the master of the Sky Temple thanks to the gift of Saint Stan, and he seems to have done nothing at all.

It seems that there have been many achievements, and it seems that the kingdom of Hinsai has brought great changes because of him.

But these can be done by anyone.

Any ordinary person can successfully complete this simple task.

“Since when did you become like this?”

“what!”

“Sandean?”

“Is this the one chosen by the saints? The saints just want to see people like you become the heirs of his ideals and will, and want to see people like you become the chief priest of the Sky Temple?”

He was at a loss.

“What is the difference between me and those inactive priests, greedy and extravagant nobles?”

Sandean felt that this could no longer be the case.

The old-school and calm scholar finally showed anger.

————

The illusion of the sun cup.

There is a library left by a great poet, as well as Sacred’s dream recorded by the second-generation Saint Stan Tito. This is Sandean’s most cherished thing, even more important than “The Last Chapter”.

Sandean once again came to the dream of Stan Tito’s dream of the messenger of God.

Whenever he was at a loss, whenever he couldn’t find an answer, whenever he felt that he couldn’t hold on.

He will come here.

Even if he didn’t get a response, as long as he saw Saint Stan and the messenger of God, he felt that he had found his way.

The quaint palace is full of works by Stan Tito.

Under the same set of “The Thread Puppet of Destiny”, the craftsmen meticulously carved own works.

He came behind Saint Stan, he knelt on the ground, holding his hands on his forehead.

“why?”

“Grandmaster!”

“Why did you choose me, choose me as an ordinary and mediocre person.”

“Choose any one person, choose another person, any of them can do better than me!”

Sandean asked Stan Tito.

Only he himself knew what it was like for a figure like him who was born in slavery to sit in the position of the chief priest of the Sky Temple.

This time, something changed.

In the corner of the palace, the craftsman who was quietly chiseling stopped suddenly.

The familiar tone appeared in Sandean’s ear, making him raise his head for an instant, opened his eyes and looked at Saint Stan’s back.

“Sandean!”

“You were not born for a certain person or a certain group of people. You are not a vassal of the king, let alone a nobleman’s spokesperson.”

“You are the heir to a great poet and my ideals, and a person destined to change the world.”

The second-generation saint Stan Tito suddenly turned around and looked at Sandean with a smile.

“Do you forget it?”

“You are but an evangelist.”

Sandean was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth and looked at Saint Stan.

“Grandmaster?”

However, as soon as the eyes were blurred, everything was restored to the original.

The craftsman still carves the stone slabs meticulously, as if everything just now was nothing but Sanduan’s own conjecture.

However, it gave Sandean unlimited courage and strength.