I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 11 Elson the Kind Man
Watson slapped himself, and the crisp sound echoed in the forest, startling the sound of moths flapping their wings.

This pain is so obvious, so real, it doesn't seem like a dream at all.

Watson couldn't help but exclaimed: "Did I really enter another world through a dream?!"

But after all, he is a person who has experienced time-traveling once, once familiar with him twice, and his mood quickly calmed down.

Watson recalled the content of Si Chenzhi - it mainly told the story about three otherworldly gods in a dark woodland.

He looked around, "The dark woodland... seems to be where I am now, so I have traveled to the world of books?"

"But according to the Anti-Suppression Bureau, Si Chen is a real god. It is very possible that Si Chenzhi is not a fictional story, but a real history. Then I was actually influenced by some mysterious factor in the book. And then travel to where Si Chen is?"

"This is too bizarre..."

This series of incredible events made Watson realize that this seemingly peaceful woodland is actually full of dangers, and there may be a deadly crisis hidden in the shadows where the moonlight cannot shine.

The crisp sound of self-slapping just now is particularly eye-catching in this silent forest. Just the strange sound of flapping wings is like some kind of insect with an extremely large number or size. All animals will be attracted by this slap.

Don't stay here for long!Going is the best policy!
Watson cautiously walked through the forest. The starry moss under his feet was like a completely soaked soft blanket. It was quite strenuous to step on, and he would slip and fall if he was not careful, which made it even more difficult for him, who was already handicapped, to move forward.

He didn't dare to waste his energy recklessly, so he picked up broken branches as thick as his wrists as crutches to help him move forward. Every time he traveled a certain distance, he would find a stable place to rest for a while, or a waist-thick tree root protruding from the ground, or a clean tree. Open and bright natural tree hole...

Just as Watson was resting against the giant tree again, there was a rustling sound in the grass not far from him.

Something is approaching!
Watson immediately grasped the wooden staff vigilantly, turned around and faced the direction of the comer and waited for it.

I saw a round, blond head poking out of the grass. The fat on the face squeezed the eyes into two thin slits, just like the horizontal lines drawn on the ball by a naughty child, full of funny joy.

As soon as Elson popped his head, he saw a thick wooden stick coming towards his face, and shouted quickly:

"Wait, I mean no harm!!!"

The thick wooden stick stopped less than an inch from his forehead with the sound of howling and breaking wind. Only then did Elson let out a long sigh of relief. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Elson looked up, and saw the figure of the person holding the stick hidden under the huge shadow of the trees in the Mansu woodland, and he could only vaguely distinguish the tall and thin outline.

"who are you?"

The person holding the stick said so, and the thick wooden stick in his hand was still pointing at him.

Elson hurriedly replied: "Elsen, the apprentice of the blade! You are a tourist from Mansu just like you!"

Mansus...Watson thought this is another new term, is it the official name of this dark woodland?And the other party claimed to be an apprentice of the blade, why did he emphasize 'blade'?That doesn't sound like an apprentice purely learning the art of swordsmanship.

Watson thought for a moment, pretended to be innocent and confused, walked out from the shade of the tree, and asked curiously, "Is Mansu the name of this forest?"

It was only then that Elson was able to see the true face of the person holding the stick. The person seemed to be in his early twenties, his facial features were fairly tough, his face was slightly pale, and there was a clear stupidity in his dark eyes, as if he was a newcomer. Aspiring young people in the society have a bright vision for the future.

Elson thought to himself: "It seems like an ordinary person who strayed into the woodland."

"Haha, that's right, Mansu is the name of this woodland. It looks like you are visiting Mansu for the first time, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." The young man nodded frantically, and asked in panic, "What the hell is this place?! I was sleeping in the apartment, but when I woke up, I suddenly came to this strange forest!"

"Don't panic, little brother." Elson comforted, "It's not a bad thing to come to Mansu, but your luck! This is the house of the sun, the temple outside the world, the beginning of life, the gods Habitat!"

"what--"

The ignorant young man let out an exclamation, and he said dumbfounded: "You...you don't lie to me, God... Heaven should have walls made of jasper, a city of pure gold as clear as glass, walls decorated with various gemstones, and pearl-like walls. How could it be such a dark and eerie place!"

Elson snorted, "Hehe, heaven, it's just a false god, how dare you stand shoulder to shoulder with Si Chen."

The young man tilted his head in doubt, "Si Chen?"

"Si Chen is the true god of the world!"

Elson opened his arms as if to embrace the sky, and shouted excitedly.

"They are wind, rain, lightning, life, death, infinity, the laws of the world, the masters of history, and the real masters of the world at noon!!!"

The inexperienced young man seemed to be overwhelmed by this impassioned speech, his facial muscles began to tremble imperceptibly, his eyes opened wide and his mouth slightly opened, he was stunned for a moment.

Seeing the stunned look of the other party, Elson nodded contentedly.

The young man froze in place for a while before he came back to his senses. Hope and yearning suddenly appeared on his face, and he begged respectfully: "Mr. Elson is really knowledgeable, please explain more carefully."

"It's easy to say." Elson waved his hand pretending to be modest, "By the way, what's your name?"

"John Henry Cavill, you can call me Little John."

"Ah."

Elson was very satisfied with Little John's respectful attitude. He stood on tiptoe and stretched his arms before reluctantly patting him on the shoulder.

"Let's talk as we go."

As they spoke, the two walked forward side by side. With this movement, Elson noticed that the little John's left arm and left leg were obviously inflexible. It seemed that the world was still disabled when he was awake. No wonder he was right. Mansu and Sichen's eager desire for knowledge turned out to be pinning the hope that modern medicine can't cure them on the gods.

"Let's start with Mansu... Mansu doesn't exist in the real world, it's a world under the surface of the world."

"Although Mansu is extremely real, it is not an entity, and its scope and environment are constantly changing."

"But the woodland is always on the periphery or below Mansu, just like a wall, but in fact, Mansu has no walls."

John asked: "Mr. Elson, do you mean that Mansu is an illusion that does not exist? Then how did we get here now?"

"No, no, Mansu transcends the conventional logic, and we mortals can't understand it at all. As for how we came here, haven't you guessed it yet?"

Elson first pretended to be high-spirited, and when Little John couldn't answer, he said with a smile: "Didn't you just say that you fell asleep in the apartment, why did you come to this forest when you woke up?" among."

John suddenly realized, "Oh—you mean, we are actually dreaming?"

"That's right! Falling into a dream—huh."

Elson stopped suddenly, bent down and put his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

Little John turned around and saw that the other party was so tired, and asked with concern: "Mr. Elson, are you all right?"

"Ahem, no...it's okay, it's just that I'm too fat and tired from walking a lot, just let me rest for a while."

Elson rested on the spot for a while before continuing to catch up with Little John.

"What did you just say?"

"Dream."

"Yes, dreaming is the only way for mortals to reach Mansu. Even mortals who don't know anything about Mansu will visit this place at least twice in their life, but most of them will treat it as an illusion after waking up. The dream, gradually forgotten."

"Twice..." Little John pondered, "Is there any way to keep the memory of entering Mansu? Or how to enter Mansu multiple times?"

"You finally got to the point!"

Elson seemed to be waiting for a long time, and said enthusiastically: "Secret transmission, only secret transmission!"

"If ordinary people want to enter and exit Mansu endlessly, they must rely on the secret transmission given by Si Chen."

"Secret?"

Elson explained: "Secret biography is the legendary history of the hidden world, because it involves the past of all the ministers, and the knowledge is dyed with mysterious power."

"The carrier of secret transmission is not limited to words, music, portraits, dances... even objects may hide secret transmission information."

"But not every mortal can perceive the mystery of it. Only those with extraordinary soul quality can see the mystery of secret transmission at a glance."

Little John asked curiously: "Soul quality, does it refer to the human soul?"

"Yes and no, soul quality is the characteristic of intelligent life, spiritual consciousness, spiritual depression, spiritual body, spiritual debate, spiritual murmur, Lingyi, spiritual memory—cough cough!!!"

Elson coughed violently again, Little John stood still and waited patiently.

"Cough... There is also the only tangible life body, the dwelling place of the soul, and the physical body that exists in this world. These are the nine characteristics that life should have."

"When we mortals visit Mansu, we go there with the spirit body in the soul."

"The spirit body is a vital part of the soul quality. It integrates other soul qualities except the life body. It is the projection of the present world to Mansu, and it is the vessel for mortals to travel through Mansu."

"The sky is boundless, just like the ocean is boundless, and the sailing of ships has limits."

"If you want to strengthen your spiritual body, you can't just exercise your muscles and bones like in this world, you need to sharpen your will or increase your knowledge, but the fastest way to get results is to practice secret teachings!"

"And the method of practicing Secret Biography is... ahem!"

While talking, the two climbed over the thick and thick tree roots that arched high like a fence. Elson's obese spirit projected from the present world was dragged down again. After he fell down, he sat on the tree roots and coughed.

Little John was no stranger to it. Elson, who was a good teacher, was obese and weighed down his steps. His stamina was extremely poor, and he had to pant for a while every few steps.

Although the other party got stuck at a critical point, he was not in a hurry, standing in front of him and looking around.

However, behind him that he couldn't notice, Elson suddenly changed his tired expression, with a sinister smile on his face.

"You have been listening for so long in vain, you should pay some tuition fees!"

"How can the method of secret transmission be given to others so easily!"

"If you want to learn secret biography, you have to pay the price in blood!"

"Let me personally teach you the cruelty of the dark side of the world!"

Elson sneered in his heart, deliberately stopped in place to imitate violent panting, and at the same time silently recited the secret scriptures in his heart, some invisible force condensed into a sharp dagger in the palm behind his back.

"Stupid and lucky boy, use your life to promote my secret biography!"

Elson shouted wildly from the bottom of his heart, stood up suddenly and rushed forward, stabbing the dagger towards Little John's back.

Puff——it was the sound of the blade piercing through the imitation flesh and blood of the spirit body.

　The name of the soul quality has been slightly modified, it is more unified, and it looks better when read

　　By the way, yesterday a reader mentioned the impact——

　　In the original game, all kinds of influences are only used to fill in the value in the ceremony, and have no other use, and the form of expression is not clear, whether it is real energy or a ray of emotion or a certain quality...

　　In this work, the influence will be changed to: the 'influence' that the practitioners/deformers of the secret tradition can have on reality.

　　If Lance launches an attack [roar], it will affect Watson and Holmes [humming in the brain], and the two will fall into a short-term absence.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)