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In the evening, after the afternoon rest, everyone became refreshed. These prominent family representatives, wealthy businessmen, and political celebrities also generously expressed their awe and devotion to the gods.

A gold-clad gold ware was sent into the temple in the eyes of some believers who were holding gods and participating in the event celebrations at close range. Of course, some people directly donated money. The gods love gold so much, and they will love it. Money? !

Certainly, from the invisible smile on the high priest's face, it can be seen that the gods like money, not only money, but also checks.

"Tell the high priest, this is my respect for the gods!" Lynch, wearing a bone and golden silk **** card, put a check in a wooden box that can be opened and closed and handed it to a clergyman.

Regardless of whether it is money or checks, they will be put into wooden boxes by the donors. This is also to prevent others from knowing how much money they have donated to each other and to protect the privacy of the donors.

Many times donors will face such a somewhat embarrassing question, that is, how much should be donated.

If you donate too much, you may not get some good returns. People will explore the source of the money and explore why someone would donate so much money. This complicates a very simple matter.

People who donate less, especially those with status, who donate less than others donate, will be labeled as "stingy".

In order to take care of people's privacy and prevent embarrassing moments for some donations, the temple uses a very interesting method to avoid these embarrassments, that is, the wooden box.

The advantage of this is that no one except the priests knows how much money the donors have donated. If there is no comparison and no criticism, people will maintain a respectful attitude towards the donors.

The clergyman holding the wooden box quickly walked to the high priest's side. He said something in the ear of the high priest, and then the high priest lifted the wooden box and glanced at it.

When he saw the check signed by Lynch, the corner of his mouth was slightly raised. In Nagalil, no matter what country's foreign exchange is, it is more valuable and more useful than Nagalil's own country's Galil.

Looking at the few zeros, the high priest was in a good mood. He thought that his youngest son was making some preparations for studying abroad, and these federal Sols could be used by his youngest son.

As for this money is donated to the gods?

Gods don’t care about these vulgar things. They care about piety and respect, understand?

After closing the wooden box, the high priest looked at Lynch. The two eyes met at a long distance. The high priest nodded slightly to show that he felt Lynch’s faith in them, and his enthusiasm and respect for the gods. I felt the reward he had given to Lynch with the Golden Bone Golden Silk God Plate.

After the donation was over, the high priest made a final statement for today's festival, and then disappeared in the temple.

Some clergy including priests and priests began to dance around the fire in the temple. They wore strange costumes and painted various patterns on their skin. Some made people feel sick, some made their scalp numb. Everyone The body is stiff like a puppet!

Yes, they are puppets at this moment, they are all puppets in the hands of gods, singing and dancing according to the will of the gods.

The low-ranking **** servants began to offer exquisite food to those who participated in the celebration, all kinds of barbecue, all kinds of fruits, and some low-alcohol and astringent fruit wines. While eating the food, people watched the dance while they were high. Singing folk songs praising the gods.

"The high priest wants to talk to you..."

A priest came next to Lynch who was enjoying the food. Lynch took a look at him, then sorted his clothes, and followed him to the back of the temple.

At this time, the high priest had presided over the activities for a whole day, and there were no heavyweight activities in the following, so he returned to the back of the temple to rest early.

In a very empty room, Lynch saw the high priest.

The room is about three or four hundred square meters, rectangular. There is a high platform in the center of the room. On the high platform there is a stone seat on which the high priest sits.

The room is a little hot and stuffy. It may be due to the problem of keeping warm in winter. There is no obvious air flow. At the same time, there are many braziers for lighting. The fire light illuminates the place, but the temperature here is significantly higher than the outside.

"Mr. Lynch..." The smile on the high priest's face increased naturally, "I have listened to other people's comments on you, and they have also brought your views on our beliefs."

"I have to say that you are a different foreigner, at least on the issue of faith, you behave differently from others!"

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Believers have become more loyal and pious than ever before. They never doubt what they believe in, and at the same time reject other different kinds of beliefs.

No matter what you say, people without faith will never believe in strange things in this world. They can always explain some mysterious phenomena through various scientific methods.

But Lynch was different. The words he said were ambiguous, and it seemed that neither side was pleased, but in fact, both believers and unbelievers could accept his statement.

Needless to say the former, they will tell Lynch that all the miracles that appear holy are caused by the gods they believe in or something, and they are the root and only source of faith.

Unbelievers will feel that Lynch uses a relatively scientific and rational method to look at these things. What he lacks is just an opportunity to see through, so they don't mind talking to Lynch in depth, let him hold the key to see through all superstitions.

This is a very flattering statement, even if it can't please everyone, it won't offend anyone.

This is completely different from other foreigners. Many foreigners, such as Mr. Simon, whom Lynch knows, have only two attitudes towards local religious beliefs.

The first is atheists, unbelievers, who firmly believe that there is no god, and attribute their faith to ignorance and superstition.

The second kind of people believe that local beliefs are evil gods and heretics, and only they believe in righteous gods.

Regardless of whether any of these people changed their attitudes and positions later, they had only these two attitudes when they first came. Lynch was very different, and this made him special.

Lynch leaned slightly, and the high priest thought of being the patriarch of a parish. His identity was extraordinary. "I come from the Baylor Federation. It is a country that advocates freedom. Our laws promote religious freedom and protect religious freedom."

"Each of us takes a tolerant attitude and a broader perspective to view everything that happens around us, whether it is religion, polity, culture, folklore or whatever. We respect all of this, tolerate everything, and accept everything. ."

The high priest's eyes moved slightly, "It sounds interesting..."

The corner of Lynch’s mouth slightly √, “In the Federation, as long as you register religious information with the Religious Administration, anyone can start preaching. As long as the doctrine is not illegal or anti-social, no one will impose any restrictions.”

"God's substitute, do you know the Church of the Mother Earth God's Seat?"

"God...a substitute?" The high priest was a little confused, "Is this talking about me?"

Lynch nodded naturally, "Of course, high priest, you are the incarnation of the gods walking on the earth, so you are the substitute of gods, you exercise the powers given to you by the gods, and assume the duty of the gods to guide the people to goodness. Did I said wrong thing?"

Looking at Lynch’s somewhat surprised face, the high priest smiled and showed his yellow teeth, but he quickly closed his mouth. As a substitute for God, he was not suitable for expressing too much emotion, but he still Nodding his head, "No, you are right, the word is right, God's substitute..."

He paused, seeming to reminisce about the enjoyment this new word brought him, and after a while he woke up, "What did you just say, go on!"

Lin Qi leaned slightly and continued, "The seat of the Mother Earth, a religion you have never heard of. They advocate eating hot horse dung to treat diseases..."

It may be that the two talked well and the atmosphere was just right, or the zeros on the check Lynch donated to the gods were more than the high priest had imagined. He was in a good mood and cooperated.

He even laughed exaggeratedly, "Can eating hot horse **** cure the disease?"

Lynch looked serious, "Yes, it's best if the horse has just been pulled out, with hot shit!"

The high priest laughed again and laughed for a long time. Maybe he felt a little weird and couldn't help but ask a question, "I'm curious, does anyone believe this religion and what they say?", the high priest laughed The sound gradually stopped, and he wrinkled, "Eating horse **** can cure the disease."

"Why not ~lightnovelpub.net~ Lynch asked rhetorically, "In the Federation, what we advocate is freedom of belief. Eating horse **** sounds ridiculous, but it is not anti-social, and secondly, it does not allow people to do bad things. Eat some unhealthy horse **** that will not be fatal. "

"And there are people who really believe that they are said to have tens of thousands of followers at most..."

After hearing this, the high priest laughed dumbly, "This is really stupid, and also very stupid. I think foreigners are all smart people..."

As he talked, he suddenly became silent. Even the religion that eats horse **** can survive in the Baylor Federation. Suddenly he thought of a question, that is, if his religion is moved to the Federation, will it also survive? Are there people who are willing to believe in his gods?

When I thought of this, the heartbeat of the high priest suddenly began to increase. It was the Baylor Federation, a wealthy country far surpassing Nagalil. Everyone has food and clothing. Everyone is very rich, just like in front of them. The same as Mr. Lynch.

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