Babak cursed the people he met yesterday.
For this reason, as a priest, he even neglected his routine prayers. Instead, he placed the Passion Book in front of the candlestick and spent all his time and energy cursing those who ruined his sermon yesterday.
"Our beloved Lord of Suffering...Your humble and extremely humble servant Babak implores you to send down your divine punishment and use suffering to test those who destroy my sermons!"
Babak knelt on the ground, praying and cursing, and after every three sentences, he kowtowed to the Passion.
"Our beloved Lord of suffering, the Lord who bears the sufferings of the world, the humble servant under your care begs you to send down your great miracles and use suffering to test the lamb who destroyed my preaching. He is so lost that he cannot extricate himself!"
Babak muttered something, and then recited scriptures from the Passion.
"Her words were conveyed by the prophet Mader, who said to the king: 'Our Lord says: Swords and plowshares must be laid aside. In times of adversity, swords also serve as plowshares, and plowshares also serve as weapons.'"
He continued to chant like this and kept cursing.
After a long curse, Babak put his palms together and bowed three more times to the Passion.
Then Babak stood up and made this curse without opening his spiritual eyes or performing any other rituals.
"Prophet Mader also said to the king: Only pure prayer can win her mercy."
Babak couldn't help but recite the scriptures.
In fact, he had done similar curses more than once.
It is a pity that perhaps his reverence is not enough to move the gods, and the object of his curse is still alive and kicking every time.
"That damn Keshi, you can tell at a glance that he is a true believer, those stupid people." Babak stamped his feet and cursed, he was more impressed by this man than anyone before.
When the Temple of Suffering was born, it was inevitably influenced by various beliefs, including the Giant King Cult, so they sometimes called true believers stupid.
After another curse, Babak planned to push open the door and go out to find his sister and brother-in-law.
Suddenly, Babak felt an unprecedented pressure on his body.
He was stunned, and his eyes closed involuntarily.
Babak trembled and murmured: "Impossible...impossible...Dear Lord of Suffering?"
Then he tried to raise his head.
His head was suddenly pressed to the ground by the god's gaze.
Really...the Lord of Suffering? !
Babak's brain almost stopped moving, and after a long time, tears streamed down his eyes.
He was finally taken care of by the Lord of Suffering!
"Lord, beloved Lord of Suffering, you are so great that you are finally willing to cast a glance at your humble believers!"
He didn't dare to raise his head. He was just an ordinary priest, so how could he dare to look at gods with his eyes.
"O great Lord of Suffering..."
Before Babak could recite the scriptures.
But she spoke.
"Why should I promise you?"
Babak was stunned.
He suddenly regretted that he had practiced hard for more than ten years and finally met the Lord of Suffering, just to curse one person...
"No, no, the Lord of Suffering who deals with fate, I beg you not to punish that lost lamb." Babak said incoherently, "I beg you to alleviate my destined suffering...please you Let me preach your scriptures in this world with light body, and as for the lost lamb who blasphemes you, he is really insignificant.”
Babak used extremely humble and gentle words to beg for wealth and other things that people long for.
The mountain diviner lowered his head lower and pressed against the cold ground.
"Why is he insignificant?"
Babak was shocked by these words, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold.
"Lord... Lord, I... I don't know how to answer you, the great Lord of suffering, I..."
Babak's face was filled with excitement.
Then, Babak raised his head violently and hit the ground again. Blood overflowed and he said humbly: "Lord, I am the lost lamb. I am ignorant and don't know myself. I ask you to use your great wisdom to save me." Awaken me, who is even more stupid than a stupid person."
Babak did not raise his head, but he could sense that the throne of the Lord stood higher than his own head. The great Lord of Suffering was sitting there, wearing a dark robe, casting a tall and majestic shadow along with his gaze.
"Let me tell you,"
Babak immediately pressed his head down, even his lips touching the ground.
"He looked directly into my eyes and was chosen by me. He is Emmanuel, the Messiah, the Messiah."
Immanuel, Messiah, Messiah...
Babak did not understand these words that he had never heard before, but the Shaman knew clearly that the object of his curse was the person chosen by the Lord of Suffering.
“You will grant whatever he asks.”
After the words were spoken, the aura of the gods gradually faded away.
Babak stood up tremblingly, then knelt down again, and bowed to "The Passion" several times in succession. Then, he stood up with trembling legs, and then, without realizing it, he slapped the back of his head and headed towards Yesterday's Tavern. direction, and prayed a few more times, which was only one less than the prayer he gave to the Passion.
Thousands of pillars above the sea of clouds.
Chen Yin is on the throne.
The apparition just now consumed some of the lights in the illusory bell tower.
"Believers like this..." Chen Yin held up his chin and said to himself with a smile, "Perhaps it only takes one shake to change his faith easily. Even if I loudly rebuke "The Passion of the Lord", he probably won't Suspect."
You don’t even need to perform so-called miracles yourself.
"miracle..."
Chen Yin remembered that in the heyday of the Zhen religion's vigorous development, the miracles that had appeared in history were divided into numbers one to seven. Most of the last-level gods and gods who were demoted to spiritual bodies were numbered one to two, while the number three Numbers four are the manifestation intervals of the secondary gods, and numbers five and six are the miraculous intervals of the fifteen chief gods among the gods who first witnessed the birth of the main god. Angels and divine messengers all have their authority given by the main god, so they are It is also divided into five and six.
The number seven is a transcendent number that is superior to all other numbers. All the miracles of the Lord God are counted as the number seven.
Chen Yin remembered the stories in the scriptures. He had not noticed them before. Now that he remembered them again, he knew that the power of most of the miracles of the main god was superior to other gods and other religious beliefs.
For example, bringing the dead back from the underworld of Death and resurrecting them without Death knowing anything about it.
It's like... Hades belongs to the Lord God, not the God of Death.
Thinking like this, Chen Yin's eyes fell on the Lecture Hall where Luomea was.
When Chen Yin saw the scene inside as usual, he understood that the Lecture School had been included under the disguise of a holy object.
"Lomea..."
A pagan spiritual messenger.
Maybe she will become her own angel?
Chen Yin smiled and shook his head.
How many times will her lover be shaken before she converts to him?
Does she have to witness a miracle before she is willing to follow him wholeheartedly?
