"No, how do you use this thing-"
Han Dongwen spoke anxiously. He didn't care about some bullshit dynasty or whether he could create a god. He just wanted to survive.
To save your life, you must at least be able to use it. He couldn't help shouting loudly, and stretched out his left hand as if to grab Gao in front of him.
"Your Highness... Your Highness?"
What came into his ears was Xiao Hongdou's timid voice. Just like waking up from a big dream, the scene of the dormitory came into Han Dongwen's eyes again.
But this is definitely not a dream. The shining silver armor on Han Dongwen's outstretched left forearm is the best proof. The green emerald inlaid on it is like a flowing lake, which Han Dongwen looked at many times. Realize what happened.
"Gran ink!"
Han Dongwen stood up from the chair and rushed into the study room to rummage for blank papers. He casually grabbed a brush placed in the gold-leaf wooden pen bed and hurriedly reached the desk.
The startled Xiao Hongdou came to his senses and quickly carried an inkstone with dense cloud sand. He also prepared a gauze handkerchief and an ink stick and brought it to the desk. He picked up a small water bowl with an agate edge and turned around. go out.
"No need to get water, just use tea."
Han Dongwen waved his hand, and Xiao Hongdou was stunned for a moment, then sat down at the table again, took a small copper spoon and poured the cooled tea into the inkstone, and began to grind it quietly and steadily.
"Your Highness, if you use tea to grind the ink, it will make the ink rich in impurities and make it uneven and uneven."
Although she said this, the movements of her hands were not slow at all. In the delicate but not harsh grinding sound, the inkstone quickly filled with ink.
Han Dongwen rolled up the wide sleeve of his right hand, dipped it in ink and began to write quickly. Although his handwriting was not very good, after all, Wen Yongxing had taught him a lot during this time, and the speed was so fast that it seemed careless. At first glance it looks quite similar.
"It's not important. The quality of the ink is not important. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are all unimportant."
As he spoke, he put away his pen and sighed:
"The words that are written down are the most important."
He writes notes.
This was not the first time he had talked with Prince Zigao, the riddle man, and this time, he revealed information that sounded very unclear. Han Dongwen could only copy it down and understand it like he was reciting the Buddha's name, lest he forget something again. detail.
The first line of the notes is about evil disasters, and the next is about creating gods.
The meaning is simple and easy to understand. The creation of gods caused disasters.
In this order, Han Dongwen's notes basically recorded the cause and effect of most things that can be grasped at present:
Because it wants to create God, the church needs a carrier.
Because it needs a carrier, the church needs ecumenical cooperation.
Because ecumenical cooperation is needed, the church seizes power.
He looked at the notes he had copied and pondered. Little Hongdou on the side abided by the rules of serving, and only knelt and sat at the far side table for reading, so that His Highness did not have to worry about letting his servants see something they should not see. .
Han Dongwen thought for a moment, then picked up his pen again, circled the last two sentences, and put a slight question mark.
Does the carrier have to be cooperative?
It seems not. That day in the cathedral, Gascón clearly called Han Dongwen a carrier.
He thought for a moment, crossed out the word "carrier" with his pen, and wrote the word "subject" again.
Because you want to create a god, you need to surrender.
Prince Gao did not want the church to succeed in creating a god, so he needed Simeng to take back the sacrifice.
When he reached this point with his pen, he suddenly stopped with his wrist hanging in the air.
No, what Prince Gao wants is not Simeng's gift from West Asia. What he wants is...
What he wants is to bring the exchange of goods between Simeng and West Asia out of the country.
Han Dongwen frowned and wrote another line:
Because we want to stop the creation of gods, we need to bring them out of the country by descending objects.
After writing, Han Dongwen dried the new line of ink and stared at it for a long time, his heart beating a little faster.
Because he has discovered that this sentence is not directed at West Asia.
Because we want to prevent West Asia from creating gods, we need West Asia's descendants to bring them out of West Asia's borders.
In order to prevent Simeng from creating gods, it is necessary to bring Simeng out of the Simeng country.
It makes perfect sense to use this sentence to explain Gao's instructions!
"He doesn't want Simeng to create gods too."
Han Dongwen took a deep breath and thought to himself.
Gao didn't want Simeng to create gods. In other words, is it possible for Simeng to create gods?
He originally thought that the exchange of dropped objects was related to the so-called divine light that started killing people in the server. He even assumed that the dropped objects were some kind of GPS-like device used to guide the location of the divine light that took away these rulers.
Only in this way can we explain that it was Wen Yongxing who was taken away by the falling object instead of himself. But as for why there was divine light, there was never even a reasonable explanation.
When Tilda from the original timeline disappeared, maybe she was also carrying the Holy Grail?
So the real purpose of Shenguang is not to take away the kings of various regions, but to take away the treasure called "Falling Object". Han Dongwen, Tilda, and other leaders who disappeared from various countries are actually just buried with them?
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
Xiao Hongdou looked at Han Dongwen's face and couldn't help asking.
Han Dongwen nodded wordlessly, wrote the last two lines, and circled them heavily.
"The beam of light will take away the falling objects, and the beam of light will prevent the creation of gods."
He has seen this a lot.
What kind of existence would be afraid of the birth of a new god?
God who already exists.
"The pillar of light comes from God."
Han Dongwen recited silently, stood up and took a deep breath. He crumpled the paper he wrote on into a ball and held it in his hand. He walked to the small stove where the red beans were boiling and threw the paper ball into the fire.
He watched for a long time as the paper ball unfolded in the heat and flames, slowly turned yellow, smoked, and finally turned into black ashes.
After confirming that no traces were left, Han Dongwen let out a long breath and sat down in front of Xiao Hongdou tiredly: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Xiao Hongdou shook her head quickly, lifted the inkstone off the small table, carefully sat up straight, and looked at Han Dongwen, not knowing what to say.
"Bianzhou...can you worship gods?"
Han Dongwen suddenly asked.
Xiao Hongdou was stunned, wondering why His Highness suddenly jumped to such a topic. She thought for a while and said: "I...my family is not particularly religious, but there are many among the people, including Lao Xian, Land, Stove Lord, etc." If you want to say goodbye, there will be people who will do it.”
She spoke a little carefully, not sure whether such an answer would satisfy His Highness.
But judging from His Highness' rather frustrated expression, it was obviously not a good answer.
"So many gods..."
Han Dongwen sighed. He felt that it probably shouldn't be in this direction. The opponent created an Almighty God Lord, and Simeng created a Stove Lord to fight. It didn't seem to be on the same level.
If West Asia uses the flesh and blood of a carrier to create a god, it can set off a disaster that affects a large version of the original timeline. What would happen if Simeng created a Stove Lord?
Pots and pans around the world going crazy?
"Is there such a god?"
Han Dongwen stretched out his left hand and drew a big circle on the table to indicate: "That kind of super god who is omnipotent and can control everyone. Everyone believes in him and is protected by him?"
Xiao Hongdou felt slightly tempted to laugh when she heard this, but she still restrained her lips and said with a straight face: "Probably... no, I haven't heard of it in Bianzhou. There are many Xinxian families, but they are like the West Asians. I’m afraid there will be none if you put in the effort.”
"That's it..."
Han Dongwen sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
Simeng stitched it from the hometown that Han Dongwen was most familiar with. When he thought about it carefully, he found that there seemed to be no such positioning.
The common people also believe in and respect the immortals, but they do not affect their lives that much. They usually just pay a visit on weekdays, and only ask the gods for help when something really goes wrong. It is more like a utilitarian contractual relationship.
As for those who release animals and eat fast, in essence, it seems that the roots of the beliefs that affect life do not come from this land.
"Does the Jade Emperor count? Then there is the Tathagata Buddha. It sounds like it has become Taka's thing again. Speaking of Journey to the West, it's pretty good..."
Han Dongwen smiled bitterly and thought about it in his mind. Xiao Hongdou opposite looked at him, thought for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "I haven't seen this arm of your highness just now."
Han Dongwen came back to his senses and looked at the silver arm armor inlaid with jade on his hand. He paused for two or three seconds before reacting:
"What did you say this was?"
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