"Linda has always liked religious paintings, their layout, presentation, and the connotation behind them. Linda thinks it is beautiful, and she has always been obsessed with this beauty.

Moreover, this is a way to visualize the gods. The high gods, through these scrolls, seem to be pulled into the world from the clouds.

We can also use human thinking to understand and explain them. "

Karen nodded and sat down on the edge of the sofa.

He didn't know how to describe the painting in front of him, although it was not finished yet, it already gave people a clear pressure.

mad pope,

The dying light religion,

In the last era and in the first half of this era, the Guangming God Sect was definitely a giant.

Many nascent churches, such as the Sect of Order, even had to add the God of Light to their own "mythological narrative" in the early days. This shows how exaggerated the orthodoxy of the Sect of Light is.

Among the few books that Grandpa asked Lent to send him, except for "Same Light" which was devoted to introducing Kosmos, the rest were overviews of other religions.

And in these overviews, the shadow of the God of Light is everywhere.

so,

After reading information about many other churches, Karen's impression of the God of Light became more and more like that of the "Emperor Qianlong" in his previous life.

In the past life, folk snacks from all over the world were often eaten by Qianlong when he went to the south of the Yangtze River, and he was named after it, which made him famous;

It seems that Qianlong did not do any serious business at all, and was busy tasting snacks and bringing goods everywhere every day.

This God of Light seems to be the same, he doesn’t do God’s work, but promotes “New Gods” everywhere, either to wake up the “God of Order”, or to help the God of Abyss suppress powerful demons, or to help the God of Abyss suppress powerful demons. The mother of the earth seals the cracks in the earth, as well as various appearances, interactions, and rescues.

It can only be said that there is nothing new under the sun.

Just as many people in the previous life had an impression of Westerners as independent, equal, high-quality and happy education, many people in the West think that Asians generally have squinting eyes;

In many cases, the so-called established impression is just a frame that you set up to make you mistakenly think that the other person is living like this, and mistakenly think that the taste is pure;

When the eyes focus on individuals or small families and small towns, there is no specific difference. In fact, it is just that the filters on my eyes have not been removed.

Just like the big churches that are "towering into the clouds" now, they are now majestic and solemn, and believers are everywhere. The explanation of their own theocracy spares no effort to protect the true God of their own family. , any method can be used.

It's just that when they got rich later, everyone learned to "pretend", and people or believers who were too far away from their age or distance naturally accepted their current "mask".

Diss commented on the God of Order: the God of Order raised by a prostitute.

The inner meaning is actually a mockery of the God of Order standing up again.

Thoughts come back to reality,

Looking at the crazy pope in the picture, the feeling suddenly became deeper.

Because of a huge change, the Light God Sect has been seriously injured and has entered a cycle of decline, but it is the orthodox churches that have really caused the Light God Sect to completely lose almost no bones left.

While desperately modifying the part of the existence of the God of Light in their "mythical narrative", they drove the Sect of Light to extinction, completely preventing the possibility of this behemoth rising again.

"You seem to be very touched?" Piaget sat down on the sofa opposite Karen, "Linda also likes to sit in front of these religious paintings for a long time, and the expression on her face is exactly the same as yours."

"Really." Karen smiled, "I just think it's very interesting to think about it. After all, God is a product created by people. After stripping off the high divinity, what's stuffed inside is actually human nature."

"God is a product created by man?" Piaget chewed on this sentence. "It's surprising that you have such a view."

Only then did Karen realize that he had made a mistake. There is a true God in this world.

Whether it is Alfred, Ms. Molly, or my grandfather Diss, they are the best proof that there are supernatural forces intervening in this world.

But Karen is not willing to take back his previous sentence. Subconsciously, he still believes that the definition of "God was created by man" is correct.

A staunch materialist is not Ye Gong who is fond of dragons, nor is he sloppy and rolling, but even if the God of Light is standing in front of you, you will roll up his cuffs to help him feel his pulse.

"By the way, I have a case here that I think is quite interesting. Let me tell you about it. Let's analyze it together. I will omit the name."

"OK."

Piaget brought chat mode back.

Next, everyone discussed the professional business, based on the cases, analyzed the causes, improved the development process, and then discussed the treatment plan.

This is a very interesting thing. Karen also took out the cases of her previous life to discuss with Piaget.

Piaget asked for a leave of absence from school after his wife's "death", and had a child for a long time, while Karen was forced to change his major after his own "death";

The two chatted more and more deeply and became more and more speculative.

Before I knew it, I chatted for nearly three hours, but I still had more to say, but I felt a little hungry.

"I'm going to call Linda to prepare supper for us." Piaget began to get up.

Karen quickly reached out and pressed his shoulder:

"Let me do it."

Piaget hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile, "Alright."

Karen first used Piaget's phone to call home and told Aunt Mary that she was chatting with him at Piaget's house.

After all, this is my first date with Eunice. If I don't go back too late, my family will mistakenly think that I won't go home after the first date?

The man's family members will not feel that they have suffered a disadvantage, but they may look down on the woman because of this.

After finishing the phone call, Karen walked into the kitchen and didn't bother to cook anything. She fried a few eggs and made two big sandwiches, and finally took out a big bottle of milk from Piaget's refrigerator.

The two sat on the sofa facing each other while eating a sandwich while continuing the previous chat. When the conversation got deep, they couldn't help but raise the cup to drink a glass of milk.

Before we knew it, we chatted until two o'clock in the morning.

Both of them were busy during the day, Piaget went to the library to search materials all day, and Karen dated all day, and the two gradually changed from sitting and chatting at the beginning to lying on the sofa and chatting.

In the end, I didn't know who was chatting and saw that the other party didn't respond, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep together.

in a drowsy sleep,

Karen suddenly felt a little cold on his body, and subconsciously wanted to find something to cover himself, remembering that there was a blanket on the sofa.

I didn't touch it, so I had to open my eyes, only to find that there was something like human skin "going down the stairs" at the top of the stairs.

Karen saw it, and it seemed to see Karen.

However, Karen didn't have any fear in his heart, because he probably guessed who that thing was.

On the one hand, it may be that I have experienced a lot of such things recently, and on the other hand, it may be that I have a relatively close relationship with Piaget, which is a bit similar to the fact that I have no fear of the dead bodies of people close to me.

Karen continued to watch it go downstairs without shouting.

Then, the eyelids couldn't hold back the drowsiness, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, I felt someone pushing me gently.

Opening his eyes, Karen saw Linda standing in front of him with a warm smile:

"Mr. Karen, it's easy to catch cold when sleeping here, the guest room is ready, go to the guest room and rest."

Out of the corner of Karen's eye, he noticed that Piaget on the opposite sofa had disappeared.

In fact, for Karen, it doesn't make much difference whether Linda is a schizophrenic personality of Piaget's schizophrenia or has the factor of strange demons. He can accept both majors peacefully.

The most important thing is that he doesn't feel that the other party will hurt him. This kind of trust comes inexplicably, but it also makes people inexplicably sure.

"Okay, thank you ma'am."

Karen did not refuse this arrangement, because he already felt a little chilly, so he continued to sleep and waited until he woke up during the day to catch a cold.

Linda went first, and Karen followed, up to the second floor.

"This is the room, the bed is already made."

"Thank you ma'am."

Karen walked into the guest room, took off her clothes, lay down on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and the comfort completely wrapped her up.

A crisp sound sounded beside Karen, and Karen slightly opened his eyes, only to find that a tray containing tea and snacks was placed on the bedside table in front of him.

"The tea is here. You are thirsty at night and drink it."

"Yes, ma'am."

Linda walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

Karen turned on her side and continued to sleep.

This sleep was very deep and lasted a long time.

When Karen felt that his spiritual consciousness had been replenished almost full through sleep,

There seems to be the sound of music coming from my ears, very old music, mixed with human singing, but it is so far away that you can dispel it with a frown.

It's not a dreaming feeling, it's a calling.

It's like you're walking on the beach, and a group of people are having a bonfire party in the distance. Of course, you can walk over to join them. Of course, you can also turn around and go back, or simply lie down and continue to sleep on your own.

Karen chose to walk over, because the malice he still couldn't perceive was more like an invitation.

Just like Piaget left himself to drink coffee,

Very sincere and natural.

Then, he found himself standing in a dark place.

With a long drink,

On the opposite side, countless torches were lit, yes, torches.

It is precisely because of the light source on the opposite side that the three-dimensional sense of space here is suddenly presented.

This is a cliff, and Karen stands alone on this side, while all the figures and torches are on the opposite side.

The mountains on both sides are very high, and you can't see the stars when you look up, so this place may be in a canyon, or in a mountain.

Gradually, there are more and more torches on the other side of the cliff, and in the abyss in the middle, there are pieces of firefly-like existences rising up, shining soft and mysterious light around.

Karen saw slaves standing on the entire cliff opposite. They were bare-chested, and the sweat on their bodies reflected an oily luster under the light of the torches.

Some of them were digging with axes and carving knives, while others were transporting stones;

Among them, there is a group of a large number of people in purple robes, who are generally carrying paints and are coloring with brushes.

When the fireflies in the abyss flew to a certain height, the colors on the opposite cliff finally appeared in Karen's vision.

At the bottom, there are a pair of feet, and then up, there are calves, and then up, there are knees.

Beside that foot, there are countless "beast corpses" lying there, as well as densely packed human beings who are worshiping.

Whether it is the corpse of a beast or a worshiping human being, they are all very small, so small that they are not as big as a giant's fingernail.

It's a work in progress, a real religious mural.

An existence with such a height can only be a true god!

so,

This is a mural of the true God descending to the world.

"Yo...uh..."

Rhythmic shouting sounded again, as if playing a trumpet.

The slaves on the opposite side began to shout in unison, forming a special rhythm.

Those in purple robes also danced along.

"Yo...uh..."

The weird and depressing voice formed an echo in the hollow valley as the crowd diffused, and the echo was like a new member who added blessings to this rhythm.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

At this time, the slaves and the purple-robed men holding the paint began to stamp on the ground and clapped vigorously in unison. They danced a simple and simple dance.

next moment,

They suddenly turned collectively, facing the side of the abyss where Karen stood alone.

Karen was a little dazed. Originally, he was just an "outsider" silently observing in the dark, but now, he has become the center of attention.

However, it didn't take long for Karen to discover that she was being sentimental.

Because from the abyss in front of me, a huge woman's head appeared. She rose like a giantess... no, it didn't seem to rise, it was more like she was just squatting in the abyss, but now she just stood there. got up.

Her hair was like vines, with nests of circles of light circulating on it, and the clusters of fireflies that flew out earlier were just a part of her body.

When she stood up completely,

Karen, who was standing behind her, felt as if she had been invisible suppressed by a great existence.

This is a kind of intuitive insignificance, but also a kind of cold spiritual suppression.

From the book, you will feel that some ancient people chose to worship the so-called gods, which is simply feudal and uncivilized;

But when that huge figure appears in front of you, you can immediately feel the urge to worship.

worship,

Not because of admiration and respect,

But when you don't have the courage to run away, worship seems to be the only thing left.

The left hand of the female giant is slowly raised, and her left hand is holding a pond in which various colors flow.

The right hand of the giantess also slowly raised, and her right hand was a huge color-changing feather.

She began to reach into her left with her right hand,

sprinkle endless colors,

And the splashed colors suddenly turned into patches of fireflies dancing again.

Her right hand began to touch the cliff in front of her that was higher than her body.

The content of the murals began to become richer and more specific.

The appearance of a male true god, under this kind of "swaying", gradually becomes a figure.

she is not a god,

She is the creator of murals,

She is painting murals for the true God,

But she is a god,

Because those slaves and purple-robed people are all worshiping her.

God is a general term.

Just like the female follower of Mills that I saw in Mr. Morph's study.

The prostitutes on the sea islands can create the sea god's lover Mills as their belief, why can't the artisans and slaves who create murals also create a **** of their own?

People pray that there will be no earthquake disasters, so they call out the mother of the earth;

People prayed that going out to sea would be calm and avoid encountering wind and waves, so they called out the **** of the sea;

People prayed for the light to shine and dispel the darkness, so they called out the God of Light;

People pray for order to come and restrain the rules, so they call out the God of Order.

God is always there when people need him.

at last,

The giantess is at the top of the cliff,

Draw a sun,

The sun radiated a ray of light that completely covered the valley in an instant.

Karen subconsciously covered her face with her arms to prevent being burned by the harsh light,

But when he let go of his arms,

But I saw the bright sunlight outside the bedroom window.

He was still lying in bed, in the guest room of Piaget's house.

"call…"

A very good dream, not scary or horrifying, but shocking and epic.

Karen reached out to pick up the cold tea beside him and took a big sip.

Then,

He froze.

Because he saw that the ceiling above his head was not the wall of an ordinary chandelier. In fact, there were no lamps on it. In the entire room, only a desk lamp by the bed could provide a light source.

So, he didn't notice it last night, but now when the sun is shining outside, he sees that the top of his head is actually a work of art.

In the work, there is an abyss canyon exactly the same as in the dream.

The difference is that only the scene is provided in the murals, but there are no "true **** murals" on the cliff, and there are no densely packed slaves and purple-robed craftsmen and painters, let alone the huge woman.

Is it a psychological hint?

Although I didn't realize it, I was drowsy last night, but I actually "saw" the mural on my head, so I had the dream just now?

Is this the reason?

Karen got out of bed and dressed.

As soon as he walked out of the guest room, he saw Piaget with disheveled hair also come out of the bedroom. When he saw Karen, Piaget smiled happily:

"Do you need to take a shower Karen, hehe, Linda wiped my body last night."

"I'll just take a shower."

"Well, well, I guess, breakfast must have been prepared by Linda long ago, and my wife never loses manners when guests come to visit, even though I have told her many times that I can invite me to the house They are all friends I recognize, between friends, there is no need to pay so much attention."

"Yes." Karen agreed.

Turning on the bathroom faucet, Karen flushed her face.

He saw a new set of toothbrushes and folded towels on the washstand, probably for himself.

"Did you sleep well last night, we talked for too long." Piaget said leaning against the bathroom door.

"Yes."

"I haven't had such a good chat for a long time. Many of your ideas feel more advanced than what I know, which is very interesting."

Karen started brushing her teeth,

When squeezing toothpaste,

He suddenly thought of the hands of the giantess in the dream.

Then,

In my mind, I finally thought about a small church that seemed to be recorded in the books my grandfather gave me.

In fact, when he was dreaming last night, he had a vague feeling that he knew something, otherwise he would not have thought of all kinds of ecstatic worship, but he saw something, and it would take some time to remember it in time.

The book records the worship of this small church is the mural;

Its believers are basically craftsmen who paint murals, including many people who are painting religious murals for churches or religious places in various places, and even many painting artists are themselves believers of this church.

Because the number of believers is small and too scattered, there is little noteworthy climate in this church.

And the name of this church is called "Wall God Sect".

The gods they worship have helped the true gods to depict their stalwart bodies since the last era, and to record and convey the stories of the gods through murals.

To a certain extent, this **** and her believers, in the early days of the last era, were not just as simple as "painters" and "craftsmen", they were more like "historians" with the religion as the carrier .

After brushing your teeth,

washed my face,

when wiping your face,

Karen suddenly looked into the mirror and asked Piaget, who was standing behind him and yawning:

"Piaget, is Linda really a Berry Cultist?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"Because besides the Berry Church, there are many other small churches that also advocate that the body needs to be cremated."

For example, the wall **** religion, the bodies of their believers also advocate cremation, because ashes... can be used as paint for mural creation.

They believe that this kind of pigment can better communicate the divinity, so that the image and story of the **** can be better expressed in the murals.

even,

Considering that it takes too long to create murals,

so,

They can create murals "in advance".

"Linda is a Berry Cultist," Piaget said.

"Oh." Karen replied, but did not continue to ask questions.

After both of them washed up, they went down to the first floor.

On the dining table on the first floor, breakfast has been prepared, and knives and forks are also placed. Xu knows that the two of them drank too much milk last night, so the glass is filled with water. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Karen and Piaget sat down to breakfast together, and when they were done, Karen put down the knife and fork:

"Thanks Linda."

"Hehe." Piaget laughed again.

"I'm going back." Karen got up and said goodbye.

"Hey, wait a minute, look, here is a gift box, it must be a gift prepared by Linda for you, please accept it."

"Okay, thanks Linda."

"Well, I won't take you out."

"As you said, you don't have to be polite between true friends."

Karen took the gift box, walked out of Piaget's house, got into the car, and put on her seat belt.

Before starting the car,

Karen hesitated.

Or put the gift box in your hand first and open the box;

in it,

It's a box of paint.

Karen froze for a while,

Said with emotion:

"What a great gift."

There is also a letter under the paint box,

Karen picked up the letter:

"Dear Mr. Cullen;

I haven't seen my husband so happy for a long time, and I sincerely appreciate your presence and the care he has given to his friend.

I should have created a painting for you as a sincere gift to my husband's best friend;

But sorry, I sat in the studio for three hours and didn't know what to do.

perhaps,

The paintbrush of your life is held in your own hands, and no one else can write it for you.

And all I can do is to send you a brand new paint.

at last,

Once again, I condescend to you to be friends with my husband and express my deepest gratitude.

great,

Lord evil god. "