Shen Fengyue still didn't know what the Church of Light meant for him, but soon, he understood and experienced it personally.
The next day, when the sky was still bright, Shen Fengyue was woken up early in the morning.
The floor of the palace is made of cold stone bricks, and paint is applied on it, which is cold to the touch. He is now a prisoner again, and his living conditions are naturally not good. He has no clothes to cover his body, no bedding, and he doesn't even think about pillows.
Last night, he folded his arms around his chest, shrunk himself into a small shrimp, and curled up on the ground to sleep. The ground was cold and biting, and the exposed skin contacting the floor tiles was even more irritating to the point of goosebumps.
He was woken up several times by the cold in the night, and it took a long time before he fell asleep, but he slept very lightly, and even the slightest sound could wake him up.
Shen Fengyue half-opened his eyes impatiently, his pupils were still a little slack, he subconsciously hugged himself tightly, wanting to absorb a little warmth.
The attendants stuffed a suit of clothes into the cage and gave a few more blessings.
Shen Fengyue listened, to the effect that Lord Holy Son would come over and recite the holy scriptures for him every day for a few hours, so that he could purify his mind as soon as possible, and then surrender to the God of Light and serve with all his heart. This is the clean clothes sent by Shengzirang, let him put it on quickly, Lord Shengzi will come later.
Shen Fengyue turned around, turned her back to them, and closed her eyes again. Seeing his negative attitude, those few servants were very impressed. They shouted and shouted outside the cage for about five minutes.
The people in the cage finally sat up slowly, half-drooping their eyelids, looked at them impatiently and said, "Go out, I know how to wear them myself."
Looking at the pair of silver pupils without any color, the voices of the servants who were still clamoring suddenly stopped suddenly, and the words in their mouths stopped abruptly.
They looked at each other, and read from their companions' eyes that this traitor was not easy, and it's better not to provoke him, so they went out together and took the door close.
The clothes on his body were already tattered, and they turned into rags when they were pulled lightly. Shen Fengyue threw the rags out of the cage and changed into the clothes that were sent.
The clothes are clean and tidy, pure cotton texture, they are close-fitting and comfortable to wear.
After he changed his clothes, he was too lazy to move. He leaned back and leaned against the wall to continue to feel sleepy.
Theodore came at this time. He always liked quietness and didn't like to have a lot of people around him, so today he didn't bring extra people. Dian came to the palace where Shen Fengyue was imprisoned.
He wanted to get closer, but was blocked by a mass of rags thrown on the ground, so he stood a little farther from the rags.
Shen Fengyue noticed that someone was coming, she lifted her eyelids lazily, and closed it after finding out that it was him.
The holy book was held in his hand, and his long, white fingers turned the pages of the book, and began to read on the first page.
"The God of Light had mercy on the world, so he gave us light. The Holy Light descended from the sky, so that all things can be sheltered and nourished by it. Therefore, the world knows your way, and all nations know your salvation..."
"God is generous, all beings enjoy his blessings, nations praise him, all nations praise him..."
Theodore stood straight, regardless of whether Shen Fengyue was listening or not, he read on at his own speed.
His voice was too plain and detailed, and the content of the scriptures was long and consistent, very much like the scene of Shen Fengyue listening to the teacher's lectures when she was studying. And often the effect of this situation is surprisingly consistent, that is, a deadly hypnotic feeling.
Shen Fengyue yawned as she listened, and her tiredness grew thick as she listened, and her eyelids slowly closed down.
He was very sleepy, so he didn't have the energy to make a fuss. There were only two of them in the palace, one was sleeping with his eyes closed, and the other was reciting a lengthy scripture. It was extremely quiet for a while, only Theodore's peaceful voice echoed in the space.
"Great God of Light, we respect and love you. You have bestowed us with supreme glory, holding a fair scale in your hand, justly judging all peoples, and guiding all nations in the world..."
"The world cheers, the world is grateful, this is the honor and praise you deserve..."
I have to say that the giant sleeping pills are really powerful. Shen Fengyue just listened to it for a while and then completely passed over and went into deep sleep.
By the time he had slept comfortably and woke up again, a long time had passed, and Theodore was still reciting the holy scriptures, and his voice was as loud as it had been at the beginning.
Shen Fengyue looked at him and found that the other party didn't bring a water glass. He admired this man in his heart. Hey, it turns out that worshiping the God of Light also requires strength. For example, after reading a book for a few hours, you can not drink a sip of water, and your face will remain unchanged.
Theodore has almost reached the end of today's schedule. Shen Fengyue is full of sleep and full of energy, and is about to start acting as a demon.
He sat on the ground, drawing circles on the ground with his hands bored. The smooth floor tiles meet the fingers, and the fingers slide across with the starting point of the cold.
"Sir, aren't you tired?" he asked.
Theodore was unresponsive, like a ruthless set machine, meticulously walking along the set program.
Shen Fengyue didn't mind if she was ignored, and was still trying to talk to her, but the Lord Saint Son opposite was just like Fa Hai, who didn't listen or look at him.
So, Shen Fengyue was finally discouraged, and said helplessly: "Do you think this is overstepping?"
In front of him like this, isn't it like saving him? The whole book is the rainbow fart of the God of Light. Shen Fengyue heard the expressionless face, and felt that after listening to it for a few days, he could quickly grasp the essentials, and then blew a new book out.
Theodore was still reading his own, and without Shen Fengyue's harassment, he finished reading it soon. He closed the holy book, held it in his hand, and walked away as soon as he moved.
Shen Fengyue saw that he was about to leave, and hurriedly stopped him: "Master Holy Son!"
Theodore continued to take a few steps forward.
"Sir Saint Son!"
Shen Fengyue called out a few times before she stopped the other party, but she didn't turn around.
"My merciful Lord Son, I have a humble request." Shen Fengyue said, "It's really boring to stay in this cage. If you don't mind the trouble, bring me something different from the outside every day. okay?"
The man in front turned his back to him, and he said to himself, "Actually, I did this for a reason, I think, only if I have seen this outside thing, know the general view of the front of the mainland, and end the tolerance of Lord Light God. , I can have a more sincere heart to him. This will help purify my dirty heart, and it will also ease your workload. "
"Did you say so?"
Theodore turned around, didn't speak, just glanced at him with cold icy blue eyes, then raised his feet and left.
The glib guy.
Shen Fengyue touched his bald head, and the Son left silently, wondering if he had agreed to his request. But he was just on a whim, he didn't take it to heart, and naturally he didn't expect others to really bring it to him.
He was lying on the ground in a large shape, facing the small window, looking up at the blue sky outside through a subtle angle, freeing himself, and letting his thoughts wander freely between heaven and earth.
This is a joke, but I didn't expect people to take it seriously.
The next day, after Theodore had finished reading the holy scriptures as usual, he passed a picture book through the railing and placed it in front of him.
Shen Fengyue was drowsy when he heard it, and only opened his eyes after the sound stopped. The picture book in front of him shocked all his sleepiness.
He rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe Theodore really brought him something.
A sun was painted on the cover of the picture book in front of him. Looking at the cover, he probably guessed the content. Shen Fengyue was helpless.
The fingers traced along the edge of the album, and the corners of the hard-shell cover at the corners were placed on the pulp of the fingers, leaving a small mark.
Shen Fengyue smiled: "Thank you."
Theodore just hummed softly, didn't say much, and handed him the book, as if the task had been completed, turned and left.
After he left, Shen Fengyue casually flipped through the picture book. The cover is the content, the content is official and orthodox, it is all about the great God of Light, the same thing, it looks really boring.
But it was the only way he was locked up to pass the boring time, so even so, he still watched with relish.
The next day, Theodore read the holy scriptures to him as usual. Shen Fengyue didn't sleep this time.
He was lying on his side on the ground, his posture was enchanting and unattractive, but no one spoke about him here, so everything was up to him.
Theodore was studying, while Shen Fengyue put the picture book in front of him, opened the book, and looked at what he had read many times. Then he glanced at the book intentionally or unintentionally, then looked up at Theodore, smiled and nodded at the straight figure standing in front, and occasionally commented: "It does look like it."
Perhaps he laughed too much, disturbing Theodore's devout recitation, or perhaps the latter was agitated and wanted to explore the secrets.
He stopped to look at him, but Shen Fengyue lowered her head and focused on the picture book without making any noise.
Silence filled the two of them, and they were exhausted. In the end, Theodore couldn't help it. He asked, "Like what?"
"Ah?" Shen Fengyue sounded like she was surprised, and pointed at herself, "Is Lord Holy Son asking me just now?"
His acting skills were so hypocritical that he didn't even see the system, reminding him: "Old Shen, it's too fake."
Theodore didn't speak, just stared at him.
Shen Fengyue was stared at by him, and he didn't care. Instead, he stretched his long and lazy waist leisurely, and his bones rattled slightly because of the movement. He sat up from the ground and smiled suddenly: "Like—" He lengthened his voice.
"Like the God of Light, with blond hair and blue eyes, Lord Saint Son really looks like a god in legend. It's like the God of Light is alive!" , and then point with your finger.
The picture on that page is that the God of Light bestows light on all beings, and the people below kneel and worship. The God of Light in the painting is blond and blue-eyed, with a sympathetic expression, and his eyes are flat and unwavering.
The icy blue eyes in the painting blended with reality, Theodore frowned, and corrected himself: "Peixila, don't despise God."
There was still a lazy smile on Shen Fengyue's mouth, and she glanced at the other party with a wink, knowing that she should not continue, or she would overturn the car. So he immediately corrected and said, "Yes, yes, the brilliance of the Lord God of Light shines in all directions, nourishes the people, and is the street light that guides our direction and allows mankind to develop further. We should all respect him, worship him, and serve the Lord God of Light wholeheartedly..."
After listening to the holy scriptures for three days, Shen Fengyue, who had mastered the tricks of rainbow farts, really did it easily. Sure enough, after hearing what he said, Theodore's frown gradually smoothed out, and he picked up the scripture and read it again.
The top of Shen Fengyue's head was illuminated with colorful glazed light, and the light was so intense that all the sight lines were stained by these seven colors.
But it wasn't in Theodore. I thought it was to make the light clear and make the eyes feel better. There was another skylight above his head. Shen Fengyue looked up and found that there was a golden glaze inlaid there.
So the light is golden, sprinkled from the sky, and shines on the top of the head, like a light from heaven.
Holy, pure and inviolable.
Theodore stood there, his slender eyelashes were painted with a faint light edge by the golden light, his expression was serious, and his temperament was noble.
Shen Fengyue stared at him in a trance, when a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a piece or two of white flocculent objects flew over his face, pinched it in his hand, and found that it was a dandelion seed.
He looked sideways behind him, and found that a dandelion had grown there at some point. He picked the dandelion, which was fluffy, like a small round pom-pom.
Shen Fengyue lifted the dandelion, placed it on Theodore's figure, and blew it gently.
The dandelion was dancing, dancing in a ball, and the white fluff with seeds and hope floated away into the distance, in the direction of Theodore. The colorful glazed light plated them with beautiful light edges, and painted the edges of each fluffy.
Theodore noticed everything that was happening here, and didn't know what this person was doing by blowing dandelions.
After a long time, when he refocused his attention on the holy scripture in his hand, the man suddenly said:
"By the way, please correct me, Boyexila is a fixed name for our clan. I have my own name, my name is... "
"Shen Fengyue." The other party said his name to him.
Theodore's voice paused for a moment, but he quickly covered it up.
Shen Fengyue noticed this slight change, and he smiled softly.