The mountain city was so close that we could barely see the rudiments of the town on the snow.
Luomea held Chen Yi's hand contentedly, walking a little ahead of him from time to time. In the snowy sky, there is a vague door appearing in the mist.
What catches the eye are several layers of hollowed-out fir wood pillars with wild and unconstrained patterns, ranging from bottom to top, both square and elegant.
The fir pillars are lined up in a row, and the logs similar to thresholds are connected to the ground. They are half hidden in the snow. Some are broken in half, some are separated like commas, and some are complete.
"Lord, these are the writings of the elves." Qinduil introduced, her tone showing a bit of pride, "These fir pillars and the wooden sills on the ground are all the writings of the elves."
Chen Yi looked up and down curiously, seeing such magical words for the first time.
The fir pillars with different hollow patterns and the logs like thresholds, the Elvish language is not written on paper or carved on a flat surface such as a stone slab.
Lomea pointed at them and said in surprise: "...How do you read such writing? How did you identify it?"
Qinduil walked to the cedar pillar. She walked around the cedar pillar. Her eyes moved at a speed unimaginable to humans. Her gaze moved from the multiple layers of hollows inside, to the outer layer, to the center, and then she looked again. He glanced at the wooden threshold on the ground.
"These wooden sills are the arrangement structure of the Elvish language." Qinduil pointed to a complete one on the ground, "Such a line means starting from the innermost main pillar, and then to the outer layer. .”
Chen Yi clicked her tongue in amazement. This was the first time she had seen such a wonderful form of writing.
"Then what does this whole connection mean?" Lomea asked.
"An opera, there are scratches on these wooden sills, that's the tune." Then, Qinduil took a breath, followed the tone slowly, and said in the Elf language: "On the top of the mountain, the king of the sky, Confirmed two thousand years before the birth era.”
When her Elvish language fell into the ears of Chenyi and Lomea, it was converted into Xishi and Arvin.
The King of Heaven.
Lomea's keen ears caught the lyrics.
Qinduil raised his head at this time and said: "This is a very old opera, and its melody is very old. I haven't heard it for a long time."
Her eyes fell on the second cedar pillar and wooden sill.
Suddenly, Qinduil turned around, faced Chen Yi, and said solemnly: "Master... this opera seems to be about... that pagan god."
"My King?" Chen Yi understood that she was asking whether she should continue speaking.
After all, in the eyes of the world, this is undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy.
"Keep talking." Chen Yi said.
Qinduil nodded slightly and looked at the second fir pillar and wooden sill. The wooden sill was divided into three sections. Chen Yi took a quick look and knew that this meant omitting the subject and object.
"Collapse, destruction, escape, decline." Qinduil stretched out a high note on the last note.
At this time, Chen Yi looked at the next cedar pillar and wooden sill. The wooden sill was divided into two parts, which meant that the object was placed in front and the subject and predicate were omitted.
"The sky, the holy city, the people, the faith."
Chen Yi connected the two cedar pillars with the wooden sill and knew the original meaning of the two sections.
The sky collapsed, the holy city was destroyed, the people fled, and the faith declined.
What causes this?
The threshold that Chen Yi saw was a whole strip.
Qinduil sang at the right time: "The people on earth, what they do, makes God feel wrong, so that His will cannot be carried out on earth."
Hearing this, Lomea's eyes glowed with faith, which corresponded to what was recorded in a certain scripture. Within a few seconds, she suppressed her belief and glanced at Chen Yi with some fear.
Qinduil stepped towards the next cedar pillar and wooden sill, and after carefully distinguishing them, he sang in an ancient accent: "Then the god punished, 'The judgment has come,' he said. The righteous believers knelt down and begged, and they did good deeds." And be pious, obeying the will of that God day and night.
That God sent an angel to deliver a message.
The righteous believers say: 'O King of kings, please take back the penalty of sin. We have never neglected His will. '
The angels and the righteous believers said: 'This is what God says: You are doing good and being pious, and the king knows that you are doing good, but he will punish you and give blessings to others. '
The righteous believers were frightened, and they said, "O my King, why don't you just punish those sinners, but also punish us too?"
The angel said righteously: "This is what God says: The sins of sinners are also your sins. Since you are righteous believers and follow my will, why do you need to be greedy for life and afraid of death?" Don’t you know that the punishment for your sins today will be doubled in blessings for you in the future? '
The righteous believers are still puzzled. They say, 'O King of kings, we still cannot understand His will. '
The angel continued to answer: 'Thus says that God: Likewise, my will is greater than your will. '
The righteous believers have their doubts answered and quietly wait for collapse, destruction, escape, and decline. "
At the end of the song, Qinduil was particularly energetic. He lowered his head to inspect the fir pillars and wooden sills, and sneered: "Lord, how ridiculous, they attribute the destruction of the ancient holy city to the will of the pagan god. These mountain elves , they have long strayed from our way.”
"I think it's quite interesting." Chen Yi glanced at Lomea. The embers of her faith were rekindling. She looked at the fir pillars and wooden sills and said, "What does this reveal?"
Qinduil seemed to have a tacit understanding and said softly: "During that long history, there were many people in the ancient holy capital who worshiped that pagan god as their master."
Chen Yi turned to look at Luomea.
She suddenly became embarrassed and whispered: "...I didn't hide anything...I just didn't have time to say it."
Chen Yi didn't care about this and asked: "'Likewise, my will is higher than your will.' What does 'likewise' mean?"
Miss Pepper raised her face and said, "It means 'according to the law that is higher than the law that was given to you.' You know, our God has given this world original laws, which are valid in heaven and will be valid on earth."
"Is one of the things in the law that God's will is higher than man's will?"
Hearing the question, Miss Pepper nodded seriously and said solemnly: "How can human words be better than God's words? How can people use themselves to determine right and wrong? Only God can, and He is infallible. "
"Oh, then can He decide whether I am right or wrong?" Chen Yi said with a smile.
Miss Pepper was stunned and fell silent.
"'The people on earth, the things they do make God feel wrong.'" Chen Yi pinched her earlobe, "In that case, the things He did make me feel wrong."
The words fell from her ears, and Miss Pepper suddenly panicked.
Her rationality told her that this kind of fear was inexplicable. He was the omniscient and omnipotent King of Kings, and she shouldn't be so uneasy. However, the fear was real.
"Don't, don't say such blasphemous words...Please, sir." Pepper Girl hugged His arm and begged.
"But the faith I want to teach you will be shattered to pieces."
