It was getting late, and the Temple of War was also closed for rest, so Sandora and I were preparing to leave the temple (also called the church) under the leadership of Mr. Lei. Before we left, we said goodbye to Eva: the latter would not After leaving, she lived in the church, not because the maid of the God of War must strictly abide by the rules and regulations, and because of her holy status, she cannot leave the temple or other nonsense reasons, but because the rent in the capital is too expensive, and Eva happened to be the head of the temple district since she was a child. Big, so she simply lived in the church...
As for Mr. Lei, the high priest of the god of war who is second only to the pope, he lives in the dormitory: both grandpa and grandson are foreigners.
The above is the reason why the second of the most honorable religious spiritual leaders of Azure Star chooses to live in the mission area all the year round.
I always feel that the above situation should not appear in this kind of holy paragraph, let alone in things related to any of the above words such as "gods, saints, priests, churches". Why should it be quite obvious? The serious background sounds the same to me as it happened in the staff dormitory of a small garment factory 30 miles away in the outskirts of the city
I'm also a little curious why religious leaders like Lei and Eva, who can be said to be under one person and over ten thousand people, choose to live in the dormitory in the church district because of such nonsense as "the rent in the capital is too high". Afterwards, I couldn't help asking out of curiosity, but I didn't expect Mr. Lei to just say a word of course: "Because we have no money."
Seeing that Sandora and I both showed quite surprised expressions, this old man who was always a little serious repeated it seriously: "It's just that there is no money, most of God's servants will choose to live in the church area. It is because The church district provides free houses and daily necessities for missionaries. This is the only benefit we can seek for ourselves in the name of God. Besides, any material beyond the necessity of survival must be solved by ourselves. Is it possible? Is this incredible?"
"Well, it's like this in a way," I shrugged with a smile. "When I saw your Temple of War, my first impression was that the church should be the richest group in the world. I didn't expect it to be so."
"Of course the church has wealth," Lei spread out his hands, as if holding up the whole world. "Because we manage this planet for the gods. As stewards of the gods, we hold the keys to the master's treasury, and the church as a whole is based on all the wealth that the gods bestowed on mankind. Therefore, the temples and statues should be magnificent, This is the gratitude that mortals must give back to God: in order to thank him for giving us this world. But missionaries must separate themselves from these riches, and we must clearly realize that we are only stewards and have no right to enjoy them, compared with Material wealth, we are already extremely rich in spirit and soul: because we stand closest to God. What's more, compared with those who need to work hard day and night to survive, we only need to pray and preach. Worry, this is already great luck."
Ray took it for granted when he said these words. There is no pretentiousness at all, let alone showing how pious I am in an exaggerated tone, but just like this, I am more deeply shocked by how much spiritual power faith can bring: it can completely sublimate a person—as long as this belief Sincere enough, it can lift even a mortal from the bondage of the material world. Perhaps on the Azure Star. Among the ordinary believers, there are not many people who have such pious beliefs as Lei. Perhaps most believers who have become mortals cannot escape the temptation of the secular world after all. But Lei's living example let me know that those who can be selected into the star In the domain of gods, how did the "promoters" who lived with the real gods come from.
Perhaps the old man in front of me will be like the servants of the gods who were promoted from mortal believers in the Starfield God Realm after being summoned by the Lord. Become a servant god by Ilsen's side, together with his loyal master...
... It's a pity that I couldn't think about it anymore as soon as I thought of 123. The exclamation accumulated over a hundred words earlier collapsed into pieces in an instant. Mr. Lei, are you really willing to be summoned by that cheating master
Even if you are summoned by Jingle Bell, it is better than being summoned by 123! At least the goddess of life has more cute girls! 123 That guy's servant is said to have a waist circumference of three feet and three feet! Grandpa, you can take it... Sorry, it seems that Ilsen really has a halo of long-distance cheating. Although he is thousands of miles away, just the name of him pops up in my mind, and my thinking is instantly cheated. Already...
I couldn't help but think of the protoss five-person team who ate and drank at home all day and helped me spend money. I didn't think much of it before, but now an old man with an almost glorious image suddenly appeared in front of me. , I instantly realized how lazy, idle, troublesome, absurd, and unreasonable the gods at home are. Seeing that a mortal believer is richer in the spirit of the new era than those gods, as a charterer, I Heartbroken, why do you think that 123 guy is not as ideologically enlightened as an old man under him? Compared with those five, the only distance between the old man in front of him and becoming a Buddha immediately is that the back of his head can't shine...
"Ah Jun, I really think you sighed too much," Sandora suddenly poked my arm, "And to be honest, when the five of them got into a fight, when did you calm down more than them?"
I:"… "
By the way, I still bear the name of a holy father, but I don't seem to do anything that a holy father should do: except raising children.
This is already the interior of the church district, the most sacred place in the entire Azure Star, walking here with Sandora on the quiet street, I feel that those "curious little eyes" in the distance have been much less, even if there are still, they can only Overlooked from afar. Perhaps the authorities of the Blue Star and those scientists (including Mr. Joe, who was never seen again after leaving the church) are still discussing the matter of aliens in full swing, but for me and Sandora now, that is There is no need to care about the minutiae. After knowing that this world is actually the territory of 123, the value of the attention of the local aboriginal actions to Sandora and me has dropped by several percentage points in an instant. Because I know that no matter how much they toss, they will definitely not make too much water.
Just go back and think about it, what kind of far-reaching impact the sudden intrusion of the Fifth Fleet will have on this world: maybe it will change the course of their entire civilization. But then again... Well, anyway, the suffering master of 123 is going to have a headache, so why do I think so much, right
"I don't care where to sleep today, I just want to know when I can eat..."
When I was in a daze, Sandora suddenly pinched my arm again. Aggrieved, he muttered in a low voice, "Ah Jun, half a century ago I said I was hungry..."
I'm sweating profusely: how far this just came from church. Sandora has become like this, it really deserves to be eaten. So I quickly raised my hand to greet Mr. Lei: "Then what, don't waste time. It seems that my girlfriend is really hungry-have you prepared a meal?"
Mr. Lei was taken aback for a moment, probably still not used to such a distinctive way of speaking from the aliens, then he saw Sandora grinding her teeth, and nodded hurriedly: "Oh, oh, of course, there are special arrangements, but please understand, your After all, Fang is a bit... special. Our expert group seems to have a headache about what food to serve you. Joe believes that alien creatures should have a completely different digestion method from the humans on the blue star. Maybe the food on our planet may not be to your liking , but because I didn't have the opportunity to ask this detailed question before... Anyway, now the expert team is collecting food samples that can be found all over the world, maybe... "
"You don't need to be so troublesome at all," I proudly patted Sandora's waist, "My girlfriend eats everything. I bring Master Kang with me—by the way, the expert team is not thorough in their work, since If you don’t understand, why don’t you just ask me?”
Mr. Lei glanced at me: "Please forgive me, until five o'clock in the afternoon, no one in the expert team thought that the first problem to be solved after contact with aliens would be what to eat. This topic is still in the academy. A cook thought of..." And here we go. Lei spread his hands in embarrassment: "There is a specialization in surgery, and normal scientists are busy studying how your spaceship can jump out of the star system in an instant."
As soon as I heard it, this is indeed the case. There are many aliens appearing in Hollywood blockbusters, but have you ever seen how many countries’ governments can think of cooking a few dishes tonight when they first contact aliens
I glanced at Sandora, who was looking forward to it, and said to myself that I am afraid that the experts and scholars of the Blue Star have to consider not just the question of frying "a few" dishes...
After hearing Sandora's and I's voluntary request, of course, Mr. Lei didn't delay at all, and immediately took out a small oval-shaped thing and pressed it to his ear—this thing might be a phone—and began to order the relevant personnel to prepare to entertain aliens. I kept reminding the guest's meal beside me: "Prepare more, prepare more, just let them serve according to the standard of a state banquet..."
Listening to Sandora twisting my arm desperately from behind, it’s too embarrassing, it’s true, I guess if my current performance rises from a political point of view, it basically belongs to discrediting the people of the empire—but what can I do, let’s face it It's okay, anyway, I can't let Sandora go hungry.
So Mr. Lei asked the staff to take out all the prepared things with a subtle expression, and then led us to the large cafeteria set inside the church area.
Well, politely, they call it the "Communist Chapel."
"This is the place where the sacrament is held on the day of rest blessed by the God of War." After leading us to the domed building, Mr. Lei proudly pointed to the round restaurant, where sumptuous meals have been prepared— Although I didn't recognize any of the things on the table except the plate-and there were a few familiar faces in attendance. And many junior priests in monk's robes are still bringing all kinds of colorful food in strange utensils to the dining table. Mr. Joe, who had disappeared as soon as he left the church, stood at the dining table impressively and spoke to me enthusiastically. Waving to Sandora: "Oh, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you must try the things I prepared by myself. I have devoted myself to research for many years before confirming the perfect scrambled eggs with a universal taste of the universe..."
"If he hadn't made great achievements in researching anti-gravity equalizers, he would definitely be the first senior clergyman to be expelled from the General Administration of Space Exploration." Lei whispered in my ear.
I finally know how that strange old man who can study alien dandruff as a subject for more than half a year stays in the scientific research team.
At this time, Sandora had already expressed a completely indifferent attitude towards Mr. Lei's words, and the scale of the world in her eyes was shrinking rapidly. In the end, it was limited to the size of the dining table, and then the world expanded rapidly, gradually covering the entire dining hall... the Holy Communion Chapel. This is a process of switching world views. Sandora successfully applied her views of the world to all the substances in front of her eyes in half a minute: edible.
I suddenly felt that I should go up and hang a few inedible signs on the serious-faced reception staff, so as to prevent Sandora, who was dizzy from starvation, from causing a disaster on earth...
But even with an unprecedentedly strong appetite, Sandora still maintained a decent demeanor, sitting on the top seat with a noble demeanor. Only then did she use her eyes to signal that other people could sit down: she is usually not like this, and she is usually very approachable when eating with strangers, but the "rigid spirit" of the experts and scholars in front of the reception staff obviously made Her Majesty a little dissatisfied. So she chose an attitude commensurate with the other party. After taking their seats, all the people at the scene, regardless of whether they were wearing divine robes or not, folded their hands on their chests and began to bow their heads and close their eyes to pray. Ray and Joe sat relatively close, so their prayers came to my ears: "... I thank the Lord for my peace and good food from God..."
I silently glanced at the two old men, thinking that your master should be sitting at someone else's table at this time, eating someone else's meal, watching someone else's TV teasing someone else's baby, and talking to someone else's family. Play with your pets... oh, pets may not be exactly someone else's, but the first three are fine. But you are praying at this time, thanking your Lord for giving you food: according to this logic 123, you should thank the charterer for giving him so many things...
"Okay, the prayers are over. Now please let us have communion with the alien... shall we?"
Mr. Lei was the first to open his eyes after finishing his prayer. He said the first half of the sentence habitually, and then stared blankly at the empty table in a daze. What kind of incident is it. And Sandora smacked her lips and commented: "Praying is too slow."
I looked at my girlfriend in horror: This girl is definitely not eating so fast at home! So now is her true strength. Usually at home, Her Majesty the Queen has been controlling herself
"Holy... the communion is gone!" A middle-aged woman who looked like a senior priest blinked, and suddenly clasped her hands and raised her hands to the sky and shouted, "God! The Lord must have come to share the communion with us!"
No, the master of your family doesn't have such a big appetite, and don't you think it's embarrassing to tell the believers that the first thing God did after coming down was to steal all the food? Although doing this with 123 integrity is more in line with the setting.
In the end, Lei discovered the movement in Sandora's mouth. Looking at this side with a face full of surprise, I smiled and patted Sandora's hair: "She eats a lot - please prepare another table. Well, if possible, it is best to prepare another table by the way."
On that day, Sandora ate very happily. According to her standards, it seems that the food on the Azure Star is still very suitable for her appetite. Because the meals were well prepared (the staff collected almost all kinds of edible or suspected edible or rumored edible things on the entire planet to make this meal), the tables and tableware in the Holy Communion Chapel were spared, but due to I'm not very used to local food, so I decided to eat Master Kong for this meal: I knew that An Weena should make a bunch of boxed lunches to take with me before departure. The other attendees, including Ray and Joe, were very impressed with this communion: it was the only time in their memory that they left the meal hungry when they put food that could kill three elephants in front of them.
Because Sandora's meal was so spectacular, everyone was dumbfounded. By the time Lei and the others realized it, the kitchen was already wishing they could use the broom to cook soup.
Sandora expressed an appropriate degree of apology, and regretted that ordinary people could not digest forks and glasses, otherwise the other people present would not have to be hungry.
I have to say that although that group of alien lovers and somewhat neurotic leaders sometimes make people laugh and cry, at least they are better than many guys who take the conspiracy line without saying a word after seeing aliens (the kind The situation really exists, and it is quite common) is much better, it may be the reason why 123 has been using faith guidance for many years to let his believers establish the correct three views, so although the blue star is a person who has just been able to move freely in his own star system "Initial civilized civilization", but many of their viewpoints are very advanced in my opinion: they can correctly recognize the potential dangers of rashly contacting the foreign names of the earth, and understand the problems they will face after leaving the cradle planet. The universe may not be kind to the fact that, but in such a premise, they still actively took the first step, and quickly calmed down after the appearance of the Fifth Fleet, taking a lot of naive, but it does help avoid " means of communication in the event of a "first conflict" situation. After Sandora and I finally satiated and settled down in the room provided by the church, the latter professionally began to analyze the "value" of these indigenous civilizations on the Azure Star, and finally came to a conclusion: Although 123 is a pit, but the blue star is not too pit unexpectedly.
Sometimes I think that Sandora is really a bit of an occupational disease: Even when she is traveling, she will occasionally encounter an indigenous civilization, she will concentrate on analyzing it for a long time, and at the end of the day, she has to calculate the normal development and acceleration of the local indigenous civilization How many years of development will it be worth becoming a vassal of the empire, how long the natives can support after the abyss invades the local world, and calculate what benefits the empire can bring to the empire after the target civilization is completely ruled... These calculations sound somewhat cold-blooded It is Sandora's favorite thing to do. Although she didn't have any malicious intentions, this habit really made me knock Her Majesty's head on the head every now and then - you said it was hard for the two of us to be alone, or a honeymoon trip (light words), and more importantly, that little rascal Ding Dong still Not nearby, what to do in this long night, you take a data terminal there to calculate the life expectancy of other people's civilization... RS