There is no such burial method in Greece, and it has never been heard of even using the soil where the bones of relatives are buried as a way to nourish a seed...
But Yi Zhisha felt that this method was quite good. It was better than finding a random place to bury the killed people together, and then she would never go near the one kilometer radius of this land in her life.
Yi Zhisha found a fruit. There were fragrant fruit trees everywhere on the Goddess Peak. The believers would pick them regularly, wash them and send them to the Saintess Temple.
"Pear?"
"Well, just the pear." Yi Zhisha handed it to the middle-aged man.
"You eat it, just give me the core..." The middle-aged man glanced at Yizhisha and felt that this woman seemed a bit stupid.
Yi Zhisha hesitated for a while.
She was indeed a little hungry. She had not eaten a morsel of food from her public speech in the morning to this evening.
"I'm going to fall down." The middle-aged man opened the jar.
Yi Zhisha nodded and began to chew the pear.
"Hey, why are there so many? I thought they were your relatives or something, but it turned out to be a large pet. Is it a griffon? I seem to often see people here riding griffins." When the middle-aged man saw it, Full of ashes, I immediately made this inference.
Yizhisha only took a few small bites, but couldn't swallow it for a while.
Forget it, there is no need to worry about someone who is not part of the bureau, and there is no need to tell him too much.
"Well, the gryphon is a big one." Yi Zhisha said.
After scattering the ashes into the pit, the middle-aged man walked to the spring and washed his hands.
Yi Zhisha originally wanted to stop him. After all, the mountain spring was not used for washing hands, but the other party had already put his hand in it, and she pretended not to see it.
After finally finishing the pear, Yi Zhisha walked to the pit full of ashes and threw the core down.
"Hey, why should I wash my hands?" The middle-aged man walked up helplessly, picked up the soil on the ground and covered the hole, dirtying his hands again.
Yi Zhisha smiled.
The middle-aged man went to the mountain spring to wash his hands again. After doing this, he waved goodbye to Yi Zhisha.
Yi Zhisha stared at the little earthbag, and her ears were still ringing with the middle-aged man's instructions before leaving: "Don't use magic. I know there is a magic that can make trees grow quickly. Don't use magic at this time. Just Let it grow naturally."
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Once you get into the night and look up at the mysterious starry sky, you can't help but fall into endless memories.
Ye Xinxia recalled that when she was studying, the students around her would always seem very anxious when the exam was approaching, but Xinxia never felt that way, because she never relaxed casually.
She has been at the Parthenon for many years, and she has never relaxed for a moment as before. She knows that serving at the Parthenon is not like learning magic. You can just spend time catching up on missed chapters. If you don’t understand Just ask others for knowledge. Many of her decisions and some of her intentions are related to the entire Parthenon, to Greece, and even to many areas that need the help of the Parthenon.
She has more things to bear, and what makes Xinxia give up the most is that when the rain of blessings can only fall on one area of land, the disease in another area will quickly erode the people of the entire town...
And the survivors of this town will eventually question themselves on some occasion, why did they choose to let them be tortured to death?
Does the Parthenon also have a preference?
Are they only willing to save those people who can bring benefits to them, or the rich areas that can be supported with large sums of money?
Over the years, she has witnessed too many people die. She thought that after experiencing the suffering in Bo City, it would be the most shocking death she had ever seen in her life, but she never thought that it was just the beginning. At the Parthenon, she Almost every month we witness something like this happening around the world.
The soul gave Ye Xinxia the magic of resurrection.
But the magic of resurrection can only save one person. Thousands of others, tens of thousands of others, and hundreds of thousands of others will all die.
Diseases, plagues, curses, evil spirits, wars, monsters, natural disasters...
The Parthenon still seemed very small amidst the frequent cholera outbreaks.
What's more, the real purpose of the Parthenon today is no longer to resolve suffering. Everyone's attention is on the election, cultivating the next goddess, and doing their best to have some relationship with the power of the goddess.
Ye Xinxia kept telling herself.
Don't forget your original intention.
But there was a very real problem before her, forcing her to concentrate power on herself like the previous saints, and to win the position of goddess at all costs.
If she wants to carry out her original intention, she must change the entire Parthenon and return the Parthenon to its original purpose.
And how to change the Parthenon? ?
The only way is to become a goddess yourself.
In a situation where you can't even survive, your original intention cannot remain unchanged, unless your original intention coincides with Yizhisha.
Only by letting go of your current original intentions and gaining the supreme divine power can you truly stay true to your original intentions.
What's more, there is another more important reason in front of Xinxia, which prevents her from losing to Yizhisha no matter what!
Black stones.
The goddess possesses a black stone.
The gear of fate has returned to its original position, but Xinxia cannot let the tragedy happen again!
"Your Highness, the Palace of Knights is under complete control, and there is no possibility of rebellion midway. In the Palace of Faith, there are two high priests who will support you unconditionally. In the Palace of Judgment, I'm afraid Ishiya is still firmly in control." Aunt Ta said in a low voice.
"The internal situation is very clear." Xinxia said.
"The Judgment Hall has a close relationship with the Holy City. What we are most worried about right now is the interference of the Holy City. The quasi-priest you asked me to blast away asked me to tell you that there will not be half a vote in the Holy City. You, they will support Ishiya,” Tata said.
"I understand." Xinxia nodded.
"Why are you not worried at all? You must know that the votes in the Holy City are very important. If they all side with Yisha, you will have no chance of winning... If it doesn't work, just agree to their conditions. After all, that person There is no hope at all. Everyone in the Holy City wants him dead. Your decision will have no impact on his final judgment. It is better to make a wiser choice, so that your position as goddess is guaranteed to win." Tata said anxiously. said.
Xinxia stared at Tata, with no emotion in her eyes.
Tata was startled and didn't dare to speak anymore.
"Don't say such things again in the future. This happened to me when I was very young, and there was nothing I could do at that time..." Xinxia said to Tata, her tone becoming slightly softer.
"Ah?? Do you still remember??" Tata said in surprise.
Tata had actually met Xinxia a long time ago. She was still held in Wen Tai's arms, lighting up the surroundings like a bright pearl, and lighting up Wen Tai's smile all the time.
Tata took care of Xinxia, who was less than four years old. At that time, Ye Xinxia was the little princess of the entire Parthenon... But it didn't take long for something to happen.
"I don't know why, but recently some memories from a long time ago have come up. It's like the memory seal in my mind has been opened. Some scenes are vivid in my mind." Xinxia said.
