Countless people at the foot of the Holy Mountain looked into the distance. They had known the news for a long time and were waiting for someone's return.
When a dusty team appeared at the end of the desolate land, the crowd immediately became excited and they rushed forward.
They welcomed the arrival of the team from a distance, and when the team passed by, the crowd gave way to the road and knelt on both sides of the team.
They kissed the ground and chanted the Ledlicky Pledge.
During the whole process, no one spoke loudly, only pious prayers could be heard.
There was a strange stillness to the scene.
The blind poet Tito was among the guards of the team, and what he was holding in his hand was the tablet of King Lederiki's writing.
The guards surrounding Tito and the writing tablet stopped at the foot of the Holy Mountain, leaving Tito alone on the road to the Temple of the Sky.
The poet stepped onto the first step and looked up.
His mental power could not explore the scenes at high places, but the scenes here had already emerged in his memory.
There is the majestic City of God's Servants and towering temples, with the blue sky as the background and white clouds lingering in the air.
The poet felt extremely relaxed, and even took a long breath and said in his heart.
"ah!"
"I'm finally back."
The pilgrimage stairs were filled with guards holding spears. The teams stood on both sides, leading all the way to the city of Servants of God at the highest point. They knelt down on one knee and held their hands in front of their chests.
The Star Luo Kingdom held a grand ceremony and ceremony to welcome the poet who returned from the God-given land and the arrival of King Lederiki's writing tablet.
The poet moves towards heights step by step.
He entered the city of the servants of God, and all the servants of God knelt down in piety.
He entered the sky temple, and even the queen and the priests bowed their heads on both sides.
He placed the shattered tablets of writing into the Temple of the Sky, along with his completed Hymn to the Wisdom King.
They will become sacred objects in the Sky Temple and be passed down from generation to generation.
The poet put down the holy objects, and when he turned his head, the priests who were kneeling on the ground also stood up.
The queen of the Star Luo Kingdom, who was also the chief priest of the Sky Temple, walked up to him holding a scepter and blessed him.
"Glory to you, this is a great journey, everyone will remember your achievements, and you will be immortal together with your mythical epic."
"Tito."
"what do you want?"
Tito shook his head: "No, Your Majesty."
"Everything I want has been obtained during this journey."
"I only hope that "Hymn to the King of Wisdom" can be spread and that everyone can sing this psalm."
"All the people of Hinsa can know where we come from and why we are born."
"I hope."
"Everyone can remember our glory and the gifts and power God has given us."
Queen Xingluo: "This great poem, the myth of Yinsai and King Lederiki, will definitely be spread in the country and world of Xinsai forever."
The poet nodded and said goodbye to the queen and the high-ranking priests in the past.
He didn't even think about participating in the banquet and celebration, and went straight back to his home.
at home.
The elderly father sat on the stone bench and looked outside. When he heard the movement outside, he immediately stood up excitedly, and then sat down pretending to be calm.
However, everything was seen by Tito's mental power.
Tito could imagine how many days and nights his father had been looking forward to his return.
Tito burst into tears instantly: "Father!"
The elderly father stood up and looked at Tito, touching the scars on Tito's face with his hand: "You are finally back."
"It looks like you've suffered a lot."
Tito nodded: "Father!"
"You're right."
"When I fell into the abyss, when I faced death and the loss of everything."
"I once said that I would never regret it. It was so ridiculous."
The young poet looked at his father with a smile and said, "I regretted it at that time. I even cursed and howled, showing my ugly face."
Old father: "But you came out of the suffering and accomplished this impossible feat."
The poet stood up and hugged his father.
The sun's rays shine in from outside the door, and the light and shadow change as the sun moves.
Then the moon appeared outside the window, and the city changed from noisy to quiet.
The sun and moon rotate, round after round.
The furnishings in the room were changed several times.
The poet also went from calling others father to children calling him father.
The poet was lying in front of the desk, and he wrote something on a bone tablet with a carving knife.
This is not a poem, but an account of his journey.
He has written myths, epics, and heroes.
Finally, he wrote a story of his own.
In the story, there is the cruel Lord Sara, the wise old man with a stone helmet, the king of the Kingdom of Demonic Abyss, the god-given land full of sun flowers, and the gorgeous sacred temple wrapped in dreams.
In the story, he wrote down secrets that he had never mentioned to anyone else.
He started this journey not only to find the God-given land, but also to escort the artifact, the God's Cup.
A dozen thin bone plates were connected in series, and he wrote four words on the front.
"Tito's Travels"
He placed it carefully on a shelf filled with bone plates and stone slabs.
At this time, the children outside rushed in and came to Tito.
"Father!"
“Tell us your story!”
Tito picked up the child and sat in front of the table.
"Hmm~"
"Then tell me about the most beautiful creature my father has ever seen!"
"In legend, there is a strange life with the appearance of a god."
"In the temple of the gods, the messenger of the gods is a kind of spirit called the Dream Demon."
"They have the power of dreams and miracles. They can make what you want come out of your dreams."
The children's eyes widened and they all exclaimed: "Can you conjure up anything you want?"
Tito nodded: "Of course."
"You can conjure up anything you want, that's God's messenger."
Children: "Then how can I find the fairy in my dreams? I also want to make the things in my dreams come out."
The poet stood up with the child in his arms, and the other children followed his lead.
"The fairies of dreams also have names, their real names."
"When you call their true names while dreaming, you may be able to see them."
"Haven't you heard of the legend of the god Polo?"
"When the Queen of Stars called the name of the messenger Polo, the messenger of God came."
Several children gathered around the poet noisily and asked: "Then how can we know the name of the dream fairy?"
Tito didn't answer.
He looked closely at the cup of the sun that was blooming in the flower pot in the corner. This was a precious thing given by the queen.
The poet suddenly remembered the scene where he saw the god Polo in the sea of flowers, and then he laughed.
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The stars move and time passes.
After the death of Tito, the great poet who once reached the temple of the gods, a legend began to spread among the Xiinsai people,
Some people say that the poet Tito not only got the tablet of King Lederiki's writing from the God-given place, but also something more precious.
He knew a secret about the God-given land, an earth-shattering secret.
Some people say that great poets hide everything in a mural.
Some people say that a great poet hides his secrets in one of his poems.
Others say that it is an unpublished manuscript, a travelogue recording the poet's journey to a God-given land.
Whoever can find the secrets handed down by the great poets will be rewarded unimaginably.
That was enough to turn an era around.
The power to open up the future.
