Sky Temple, Sandian stood in front of the corridor connecting the side halls.
He stared blankly at the colorful pottery jar placed in front of the window. The walls of the jar were painted with scenes of the pilgrimage of the first generation of saints.
The sea of sun flowers, the statue of King Lederiki, the sacred stairs, and the elf messengers who greeted him.
Of course, the person who drew it has never seen the scene hundreds of years ago with his own eyes, so such a sacred scene is just a fantasy.
The Sky Temple is completely different from before, from being simple and rough to being refined and luxurious.
Stained glass windows, snow-white curtains, and painted pottery sacrificial vessels decorate the temple.
The door of the temple is made of copper, and even the original pillars have been gilded and inlaid with silver. Some of the exquisite sacrificial utensils are enough to scare some small nobles in the countryside out of their wits.
A group of priests hurriedly passing by, wearing the burqas they wore during sacrifices, bowed when they saw Sandian.
"Master Priest."
But after saluting, they left in a hurry.
They didn't dare to get too close to Sandian.
With the power of rituals brought to Xiinsai, Sandian finally became the chief priest of the Sky Temple a few years later.
But his situation is not good. The various priest families inherited from the royal blood family are joining forces to offset Sandian's influence. The major temples are weakening the power of the Sky Temple.
The royal descendants seem to have disappeared, but the royal family still continues in another way.
They felt that it was an insult to the priest families and noble bloodlines for people like Sandian to become priests. The young priests of those priest families disdained to enter the Sky Temple and turned to other temples in large numbers.
Although Sandian 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 titular 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 gradually lost its original role and has become a symbolic existence.
Among them, there is also the tacit approval of King Henir.
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 Sandian didn't care about that.
Sandian was concerned that the power of the priests had not changed much over the years.
The power of rituals was cherished by various temples, and a large number of high-level priests still failed to become spiritual priests. They were unable to learn the knowledge they brought back from the Kingdom of God.
In order to safeguard their own interests and power, each temple prohibits the priests of other temples from learning and using their own rituals, as if they regard the power of the rituals as their own property.
They hoard the power of rituals and shelve them in a shelf, allowing only their own people to learn them. They have no interest in teaching and developing the power of rituals on a large scale.
Some temple priests even believe that making miraculous objects something that ordinary people can use is a blasphemy against the power of the priests.
Of course Sandian knew what these people were thinking, but he was still very disappointed.
"Why does this always happen!"
A young priest came out after hearing Sandian's words, bowed behind Sandian and said.
“Because people like you and the saints are a very small minority.”
"but."
“Only people like the saints and you can change this world.”
The young priest came from a small aristocratic family in the city. His family belonged to a branch of the Huosen family hundreds of years ago, and it had lost its power at an unknown time.
In the past two hundred years, he was the only one in the family who suddenly awakened to 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 civilians who will awaken their powers at birth.
Since the inheritance of wisdom and power from King Leideliji, over the years, with the reproduction of generations of cloverleaf people and the spread of the royal family, the blood of myth has become more and more abundant, and the people with hidden blood have also become more and more powerful. become more and more widespread.
Therefore, more and more priests who are from the bottom but possess wisdom and power are emerging.
The priests of most families relied on the gift of power to pass down their bloodline.
And these priests from humble backgrounds basically rely on nature to awaken.
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 who possess the natural awakening of their talents are being squeezed out. They are being suppressed and ostracized by the major priest families.
Sandian shook his head and said the old saying.
“It is the saints who change the world, and the gods who give everything to the Trileaf people.”
"I am but the agent of the will of the saints."
Sandian turned around, pushed open the corridor door and walked towards the temple.
"I am the shadow of the saints and the heir to their ideals."
The priest's eyes sparkled. He admired Sandian very much and thought he was a great priest.
Sandian brought light and hope to the world. Although he came from a humble background, he had a broad mind and ideals.
The priest chased after him and said to Sandian.
"Lord Sandian, I know what you are thinking."
“You want to live up to the ideals of the saints, you want more people to be the force that opens a new era, and you want miracles to spread to every corner of the world.”
"You want-"
"The civilization of the Trileaf people has entered a new era."
Sandian turned around and looked at the other person carefully.
From his eyes, he could see that the other person was full of sincerity and enthusiasm.
just like.
Same as my former self.
The young priest continued: "Priests in my hometown and many cities also aspire to become priests in the spiritual world and become a member of the world."
“They can be your followers, heirs to you and your saintly ideals.”
"but me."
"I can recruit them for you."
Sandian's eyes gradually brightened, and his expression became completely different.
"Really?"
"They can come to Sky Temple, anyone can."
"I can teach them all the ritual formations, and I will not hesitate to give them all the knowledge I have."
The young priest knelt on the ground with his hands on his chest.
"Lord Sandian."
"We are forever grateful for your great heart. You are a true evangelist."
Sandian found his companions and followers, and the two began to plan their ideals and future.
Sandian suddenly felt that his life was different.
He had something he wanted to do, and at the same time he could vaguely see the way forward.
The priests left the Sky Temple with great ambition to recruit priests who were willing to serve Sandian.
However, just as Sandian waited with great expectation for the priest to return.
At ten o'clock in the dark dawn, the priest was carried up to the Sky Temple, dying and covered with scars.
Sandian put on a burqa embroidered with nine mysterious symbols and hurried to the side room of the temple.
The priest had only one breath left and tried his best to open his eyes and look at Sandian.
Sandian's voice was a little hoarse: "Who did it?"
The priest smiled weakly: "It was just an accident."
Sandian didn't believe it, he could guess who did it.
Those priest families who were hostile to him, those temple priests who did not allow the ritual magic circle to be spread.
Among them, the one most hostile to him is the Tito family.
But he also knew that even if he knew clearly that it was them who did it, there was no way he could do anything to them directly.
The person next to him cried and said: "It was a group of priests who attacked us, and they used the power of rituals."
Blood continued to pour from the young priest's mouth, but Sandian was powerless.
In this era, crude medical skills could do nothing to treat such serious injuries.
"Lord Sandian!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't accomplish anything for your ideal."
Sandian's eyes filled with tears for a moment, and he held the priest's hand tightly.
"You've done enough."
The priest finally smiled and said: "I am honored to be your follower."
Sandian 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 his eyes red, he arrived at the highest point of the Sky Temple alone.
Here is a cliff overlooking the entire holy lake, which is so dangerous that it makes people dizzy.
But at the same time, standing here, you can feel that the sea of clouds and the holy lake are at your feet.
Some people even call this place the Seat of Gods because they feel that only gods are worthy of enjoying such a view.
No one is here, not even the priests can easily approach here.
At this moment, Sandian completely exploded, waving his arms wildly.
"Why."
"Why don't you accept me even though I'm like this?"
"What do you want to do? That is the power of God, something that saints paid for with their lives."
"Do you really regard it as your own?"
he roared loudly.
"Why do you think so?"
"Are you worthy?"
"You dirty, ugly things."
Sandian considers himself a fair priest who imparts knowledge to everyone without reservation. He only wants to fulfill the ideal of a saint.
He never thought about it for himself, everything he wanted to do was for everyone.
"You people, why are you people so ugly."
"Three-leaf people!"
"You are truly unimaginably ugly and disgustingly despicable!"
"original sin!"
"You are the people who were born with original sin, and you are the descendants who were driven out of the paradise promised by God."
After venting his anger, Sandian sat helplessly on the ground and covered his face.
He was angry at the ugliness of those people, but at the same time he was also angry at his own incompetence and inaction.
He began to think carefully about himself in these years. In the years when he relied on Saint Stan's gift to become the controller of the Sky Temple, he seemed to have accomplished nothing at all.
It seems that he has many achievements, and it seems that Xiinsai's country has brought about huge changes because of him.
But anyone can do this.
Any ordinary person can successfully complete this simple task.
"Since when did you become like this?"
"ah!"
"Sandian?"
"Is this the person chosen by the saint? Does the saint want to see someone like you become the heir to his ideals and will? Does the saint want to see someone like you become the chief priest of the Sky Temple?"
He was at a loss.
"What's the difference between me and those mediocre priests and greedy and extravagant nobles?"
Sandian felt that this could not be done anymore.
The old-school calm scholar finally showed his anger.
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The Vision of the Cup of the Sun.
Here is the library left by the great poet, as well as the sacred dream recorded by the second-generation saint Stan Tito. This is what Sandian cherishes most, even more than "The Last Chapter".
Sandian once again came to the dreamland where Stan Tito dreamed of the messenger of God.
Whenever he was at a loss, whenever he couldn't find the answer, whenever he felt he couldn't hold on.
He will all 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 the direction.
The quaint palace is filled with Stan Tito's works.
Under the same "Couple on the Thread of Destiny", the craftsmen carve their works meticulously.
He came behind Saint Stan, and he knelt on the ground, holding his hands and placing them on his forehead.
"Why?"
"Grandmaster!"
"Why did you choose me, an ordinary and mediocre person like me?"
"Choose anyone, choose anyone else, any one of them can do better than me!"
Sandian asked Stan Tito.
Only he knows what it feels like for a slave-born person like him to sit in the position of the chief priest of the Sky Temple.
This time, something changed.
The craftsman who was quietly carving in the corner of the palace suddenly stopped.
The familiar tone appeared in Sandian's ears, causing him to raise his head for a moment, open his eyes and look at Saint Stan's back.
"Sandian!"
"You were not born for a certain person or group of people. You are not a vassal of the king, nor a spokesperson for the nobles."
"You are a great poet and heir to my ideals, a person destined to change the world."
Stan Tito, the second-generation saint, suddenly turned around and looked at Sandian with a smile.
"Do you forget it?"
"You are a preacher."
Sandian was stunned for a moment, and he looked at Saint Stan with his mouth wide open.
"Grandmaster?"
However, as soon as the vision blurred, everything returned to its original state.
The craftsman was still carving the stone slab meticulously, as if everything just now was just Sandian's own imagination.
However, it gave Sandian infinite courage and strength.
