For An Fei, there is really nothing interesting in this world. The gap in social development cannot be made up by the whims of one or more people. No matter how unconventional a pub is, it cannot compare with a modern nightclub, and the talented minstrel The stories told by poets are not as good as those in movies and TV, and the only one who can make An Fei take a few more glances may be the elf with pointed ears and slender figure.
The so-called shopping means constantly looking for things that interest you, and then making those things your own within the scope of your financial ability. However, Punk City is not their home, and Niya, who loves shopping the most, has to give up. I bought a lot of things I like and only bought some gadgets that are easy to carry around.
When the number of pedestrians on the street gradually became fewer and the night became darker and darker, An Fei and others walked out of a clothing store. Niya was still looking back reluctantly. An Fei had just said that this time their last One stop, but Niya felt that she hadn’t seen enough yet.
At the end of the street, a fire suddenly appeared. Countless people were slowly walking towards this side holding torches. There were also female voices singing ancient songs. An Fei was stunned and stretched out his arms to block Niya. .
Another sound of labored breathing came from behind. The owner of the clothing store, a middle-aged woman, struggled to drag a box about one and a half meters long towards the outside. Strangely, there were two people standing next to her. A boy doing odd jobs, but they just stood there and watched, but didn't come to help.
"Let me help you." Chris couldn't see through it and wanted to step forward to help the woman carry the box out. Unexpectedly, the woman showed a panicked expression and shook her head desperately. The sharp-tongued sophistication when I introduced ready-to-wear just now is gone.
"Sir!" A child working as a chore hurriedly stopped Chris and said with a smile: "She has to do this by herself, so I don't need to trouble you."
"Oh..." Chris shrugged and backed away slowly.
The doors on both sides of the street opened one after another, and then handfuls of flower petals flew into the air, flying everywhere like raindrops. And the middle-aged woman finally dragged the box to the door, opened the lid, and found it was full of flowers. Wet petals, she held up a handful of petals with a pious look on her face. Throw it into the street.
"So today is the Sabbath." Chris suddenly realized.
"What is the Sabbath?" An Fei asked.
Chris looked around and pulled An Fei aside. He whispered: "The Sabbath is the day when the goddess of nature sleeps. I can't believe that there are so many believers of the goddess of nature in this city."
"Believers of the Goddess of Nature?" An Fei hesitated for a moment and said softly: "They are similar to the believers of the church, right?"
"Yes, the same piety, the same fanaticism."
"Then the church won't interfere with them?"
"We are unable to interfere." Chris's voice became even lower: "On the surface, the relationship between monarchs and churches in various countries is very harmonious, but in fact they are supporting other religions. No one wants to see their royal power threatened. Although Popes throughout the ages have made unremitting efforts for the unification of religions, but this wish is unrealistic. First, they must make all monarchs willingly bow at the feet of the God of Light. Secondly, they can talk about annihilating other religions."
"How come that Buzuliano is with the high priest of the church? Don't druids believe in the goddess of nature?"
"The church's strategy has gradually changed. It used to be that they regarded all other religions as enemies. Later, they turned to uniting some and cooperating to suppress others. Now the church and the druids are allies. Of course. Maybe it's just a short-term relationship. Alliance." Chris's eyes turned to the crowd of people gradually walking in: "In front of the fanatical believers, we have to be more careful when speaking."
The air is filled with the rich fragrance of flowers, accompanied by long chanting. It does have a bit of a holy smell. Finally, the crowd has come closer. Under the light of the fire, you can clearly see the serious and solemn expressions on their faces. For believers of the goddess of nature, this day is not a happy day. On this day, Easter Day in spring is a happy festival.
The petals were still being thrown around, falling on people's heads and bodies one after another. No one looked around, they just accepted the baptism of petals silently, and without stopping for a moment, they slowly walked away from An Fei and others. passed.
Some people have finished throwing the petals, and some people are still repeating the same action. An Fei turned his head and glanced into the box. It was full of wet petals, and less than ten of them were thrown out. One of them must have been tired for a long time, but the middle-aged woman had a satisfied look on her face, as if she was enjoying it.
"An Fei, do you want to visit the temple?" Chris asked.
"Is it a temple dedicated to the goddess of nature?"
"Um."
"There won't be any problem, right?" Anfei honestly said that he didn't want to deal with believers, because faith can turn them from kind-hearted lambs into cruel wolves. Blind obedience and fanaticism are their will, and there is no rationality. It can be said.
"An Fei, let's go and have a look." Niya also heard what Chris said and added: "Suzanne also wants to go and have a look." Niya is also a bit smart and knows that she doesn't have much influence on An Fei.
So he pushed Susanna to the front.
"None of you have ever been to the temple of the Goddess of Nature?" An Fei asked in surprise. It was understandable that he had never been there, because he was an outsider, and Niya and Susanna were both natives.
"No, what we believe in is the earth..."
"Shh!" Chris hurriedly raised his finger: "Suzanne, please don't talk nonsense for a while!"
Susanna looked back at the middle-aged woman. The woman was still tossing the petals seriously and didn't hear their chat at all. Susanna slightly stuck out her tongue and nodded again, indicating that she understood.
"Everyone, follow me." Chris turned his head and walked in the direction where the group of people came from.
"Chris, is that wrong?" An Fei pointed with his finger: "That's where they went."
"Yes, the temple must be over there, they are going to the wild." Chris smiled.
Although it was the first time to come to this punk city, it was still easy to find the location of the temple. Just follow the fallen petals and go straight forward. It didn't take long for An Fei and others to already stand there. In front of a building that is not very tall in appearance.
Religion has a refining effect on human art. Different religions have different styles, so they also need different arts to set them off.
Churches that emphasize light always build their buildings to be bright and spacious, but the temple in front of them is full of a different flavor. There are two ancient trees growing in front of the door, with branches and leaves towering into the clouds. It's hard to tell how old they are, but they should be able to use hundreds of years as the basic counting unit; the door is not wide, and there is only one road inside and outside. It stands to reason that this kind of door is often used by people. The stone scriptures that people have stepped on should be very smooth, but there are lush moss-like things growing on the stone slabs, as if no one has walked through them for a long time; the walls are completely green, and under the illumination of the elemental lamp, the walls are green. Fei and others could clearly see that it was covered with various vines.
"Why are there no guards?" An Fei asked softly.
"There is no need for guards here." Chris smiled.
An Fei glanced at Chris suspiciously and walked slowly into the entrance. When he saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but became dumbfounded. There were countless branches and leaves hanging densely on the whole building. Everything is covered inside, not to mention the doors, not even the windows. From An Fei's point of view, the whole building looks like a huge steamed bun, or a steamed bun covered with hair. Of course, the hair is all green.
"Where are we going in?" Niya looked up and down.
"With An Fei here, we should be able to go in." Chris smiled and said, "An Fei, please go forward."
"Don't make fun of me!" An Fei frowned.
"No, you'll know after you try it."
Out of trust in Chris, An Fei tentatively walked forward. When he was only a few meters away from the huge green steamed bun, he suddenly stopped and arched his waist, like a cheetah that noticed something strange. .
The huge steamed bun suddenly came to life, with branches and leaves dancing wildly, creating waves in the air, and making a faint rustling sound, like the murmur of a dream. Although An Fei had completely given up on materialism in the Abyss of Evil Spirits, world view, but the scene before him still made his scalp numb.
"They are welcoming you." Chris stood next to An Fei.
"Stop farting!" An Fei said angrily: "How do you know what they want to do!"
"Have you forgotten your natural heart?"
An Fei was stunned, and slowly stretched out his hand. Countless branches and leaves swayed one after another as if they could feel his movements. There were also several vine-like branches and leaves that gently swept across his palm. An Fei moved toward After taking two steps forward, the branches and leaves in front of him rolled up like a tide, revealing a stone door covered with runes.
"am I right?"
"It's a pity that that's not my natural heart." An Fei replied while pushing towards the stone door. The stone door opened without any resistance, revealing the palace inside.