On the precious camel hair carpet, a pot of refined copper aromatherapy burner is placed in the center of the room.

The light curling smoke slowly diffused in the air, changing into various forms.

Saladin, dressed in plain clothes, was sitting in the middle of the room and said to the students in the room: "God is both unique and diverse; both tangible and intangible. He is omnipotent, but Humble and polite."

Someone said: "The Caliph, Da Aden once warned us that it is a great sin to disrespect God."

Saladin laughed: "Truth will not become false because of sophistry, nor will the true God become false because of talking. Those who forbid others to talk about God will themselves hold a wave of faith in God. If it really is God. Christians, why are they afraid of your mouth?"

"What we should really be careful of is those villains who use the name of God but do things for profit." Saladin said slowly: "Those who preach in the tower should preach the truth and teach the people. However, they deliberately misinterpreted the scriptures and used those difficult, incomprehensible, mysterious and mysterious answers to improve their status and block the vision of believers."

"Whether he is a trafficker or a royal honor, everyone should have the opportunity to approach God. Remember my words, when you face those who are illiterate, then use simple and easy-to-understand allusions and stories to teach They are the greatness of God; if they are knowledgeable people, use Scripture to communicate with them."

Someone asked: "Caliph, believers often worry that their voice cannot reach God's ears, and they will complain about why God has not responded to their requests."

Saladin said: "God does not respond to every believer... the past, present, and future of each of us are like a long thread. When the thread is entangled, it becomes a mess. , The main thing is to sort out and open all the knots to make sure that each thread goes to the end according to the established direction..."

"So, the mortal thread is controlled by God, but what about God's thread? Who will control his fate?"

After a word, everyone was shocked.

Everyone looked at the speaker—a young man who covered his whole body under a black cloak, showing only a pale face.

"Shut up! You villain who blasphemes God!"

"We should go to the guard and throw him into jail!"

"These vicious words are the greatest sin in the world!"

Faced with these censures, the young man stood up calmly and continued to ask: "Who gave God the work of sorting out the lines of destiny? Who made these lines? Who determined their direction?"

Saladin looked at the young man and said helplessly: "Throat bone, sit down."

The throat bone smiled softly and didn't speak any more.

Saladin continued to preach, as if what had just happened never happened.

After half an hour, the lecture was over.

Saladin arranged the topics for the next lecture, and then announced the end of the get out of class.

Soon, only Saladin and Throat were left in the huge classroom.

Saladin waved back the guard who entered the door, motioned for the throat bone to sit in front.

Seeing the big throat sitting in front of him, Saladin said, "How do you feel after listening to my seven-day class?"

In a mocking tone, the throat bone said to Saladin: "For seven consecutive days, speaking to a group of pigs, I really admire you in terms of patience."

Saladin said softly: "You have been silent for the first six days. Why did you suddenly ask each other today?"

"After listening for six days, I know that it is impossible to get the answer I want from your lecture." The throat bone stared into Saladin's eyes: "I must ask you face to face."

"If it's the question you just asked, then I can't answer you, because the answer...I don't know."

The throat bone stood up: "Don't worry, you can definitely answer the questions I ask."

"what?"

The throat bone asked word by word: "Have you seen Absolute Will?"

Saladin trembled and did not answer.

"Perhaps he did not call himself Absolute Will, but another name. But its appearance is like an inverted triangle floating in the air. It invites you to participate in a contest called "The Battle of God's Choice". As long as you win, you will Can be the **** of the new world."

The throat bone observed Saladin's every move: "I know you are also invited."

Saladin closed his eyes and sighed: "Do you really believe that the "Battle of God's Choice" can make people a god?"

"Why don't you believe it? All the prophecies of the Absolute Will have been fulfilled, and you and I can see it."

"Prophecy is just a dream of illusion. The truth has always been hidden behind the fog."

The throat bone squinted and asked, "Tell me, why did you betray the Abbasid Empire in the first place?"

Saladin was silent for a while, and replied: "That is forced by the situation."

"You suppressed and banned multiple sects, advocated doctrinal unity, and even did not hesitate to oppose your clan."

"That's a conflict between religion and state~lightnovelpub.net~ The throat bone shook his head: "You are lying, you have got the vision of the future from Absolute Will. The great southern empire collapsed in wars and civil strife, and the people were frustrated and displaced, and your people became the bereaved dogs hiding in the ruins from the proud of heaven. "

Saladin closed his eyes in pain.

The throat bone continued: "You want to change all of this, the only way is to win the battle of God's Choice."

Saladin said softly: "All this is a blasphemy against God."

The throat bone said funnyly: "You and I know that the gods in the world are just virtual sculptures, and only the absolute will is truly controlling everything."

Saladin looked at the throat bone: "So what about you? What do you want?"

"After Absolute Will invited me to take part in the Battle of God’s Choice, my only goal was revenge. But soon, before I won, I had achieved my goal. At that moment, I suddenly lost The way forward."

The throat bone slowly sat down, and he took a long breath: "For a long time, I have been thinking, what is the meaning of this battle of choice for me?"

"I have been looking for answers until that time when I talked with you."

Saladin looked puzzled.

"The so-called Heavenly Father and God are called gods by mortals, but they are all fighting ants in the hands of Absolute Will." There was a strange light in the eyes of the throat bones: "These fighting ants are infinitely beautiful for a while, but Thousands of years have passed, who can remember their existence?"

Saladin frowned: "What do you want to say?"

The throat bone took his hand out of his sleeve and stretched it out in front of Saladin.

Above that, the skin and flesh and blood are no longer visible, only the white bones glowing with a strange light blue light.

"I just don't want to be an ant."