I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 157 Walking Words

This is a dilapidated book that is not old. The moment Watson picked it up, he noticed that at least one-third of the pages were missing, and there were wrinkles on the edges of the remaining pages that were difficult to smooth out. Obviously, it had been through many times. flip through.

But after completely unwrapping the oiled paper cloth, the book that I saw was still wrapped with two dark and thin hemp ropes. Prevent books from being easily opened.

But now it has been roughly torn off by external force, but the broken string is still tightly stuck to the package of the book, as if it is still insisting on the mission of protecting the book.

The two hemp ropes wrapped around the books seemed to have been soaked in some kind of turbid oil, and now they looked black and shiny in the dim light of the secret chamber of the heart.

Watson's increasingly sharp and strange five senses seemed to be able to smell a hint of olive oil-like fragrance from the oily black hemp rope, but at the same time, he also felt a faint power from the two cracked strings. , is the wildness of the moth and the vigorousness of the heart, but this power is so weak that it can't even give him any phantom-like sense of déjà vu.And the power of this moth seems to be just a remnant of the past, which is about to disappear completely.

He guessed that the secret of the Moth Lord might have been recorded in the book when it was complete, but the part about the moth had been destroyed, and the missing pages might be the contents of this part.

The cover of this book is not marked with a name, or it was once marked, but the ink has faded now, leaving only a solitary author's signature on the corner of the cover-Hypatia/Hypatia.

Watson once made up the history of the ancient civilizations of Europa and Africa when he was hospitalized. He remembered that this name should belong to the female scholar who existed in Egypt 500 years ago and was also the first female mathematician in the world.

It's a pity that this lady was born in a barbaric and ignorant dark age. It was a fanatical age when all knowledge except the words of the heavenly father belonged to heresy and cult ideas, especially astronomy, physics and mathematics were most attacked—— Sometimes there are even ignorant fools who say: "Mathematicians should be torn apart alive by the most ferocious beasts, or buried alive in the soil!!!"

However, this female scholar grew up in such an era, and her fate is naturally unlikely to be happy, and it can even be said to be very tragic. According to historical materials with doubtful authenticity, she was attacked by mobs while she was going out to give lectures.

Those brutal thugs brutally robbed the untimely female scholar, stripped her naked body in public, cut off her flesh and blood, and cut off her limbs. In the end, this new star in the mathematics world disappeared in the flames .

But at this moment, Watson was looking at the book in his hand that recorded the secret of Si Chen with a heart, and looking at the author's signature on the corner of the cover, an unbelievable thought suddenly rose in his heart.

'Could it be that the Hypatia in history is also a secret person who has the power of secret transmission?In fact, she was murdered not just because of studying mathematics, but died in the esoteric struggle? ! '

'Perhaps the contents of the book can answer my question. '

Thinking so, Watson turned to the first page—the content of the book is written in Greek, but fortunately, there is an English translation below each line of text, and the beginning of the page is the author's testimonials.

[I would like to dedicate this book to the noble Master Sheng Ningfa, it is your great thought that guides our way forward. 】

Sheng Ningfa...Watson murmured this title in his heart.

The West does have the habit of adding the word "Holy" in front of various taboos, but it is used as an affix before the name... If it is not named by the parents when the child is born, it means that this person is at least the Lord recognized by a certain church. Save the saints!
And the patron saint is the saint who prays to God on behalf of the place or industry!

Just as the patron saint of England is St. George, a devout Christian in ancient Rome.

But it is clear that the Holy Ninth Method in the book is by no means the patron saint of God or Christ. It is very likely that it originated from another hidden secret sect, a sect that believes in the true god of the world and is hidden under the scars of history. .

Watson read on.

[Before I tell the teachings, I must first introduce to the newly joined sisters the guide of our branch, Lord Sheng Ningfa. 】

【Sir Sheng Ningfa, He was not born by human beings, but cultivated. 】

[He is a saint born of the gift of the great ring fir, and a wisp of his wisdom returned through the three-pointed gate, entwined and parasitized on the corpse of a sinner like the roots of a sacred blue lotus , His courage fills the sinner's breast like a bountiful pomegranate, and pulses endlessly. 】

【He came to the body of those who committed the sin of divine condemnation, just as the blue lotus in the lake takes root in the mud. He not only draws the power of goodness from the source of all evil, but also purifies the deep sin of this body with words and deeds. To grant forgiveness to sinners. 】

[Only if we follow the footsteps of Shengningfa, listen to his teachings, feel his thoughts, follow his footsteps, serve the great ring fir, plant rich trees and fruits...we can also purify the sins in our bodies. 】

[It should be noted that not all the dead enter Mansu through the Gate of Winter—when we leave the turbid world, we will also follow the guidance of Huanshan, step into the bright and pure palace, and set foot on the fertile and fertile land. 】

[It should be noted that not all the dead can enter Mansu—sinful souls are like mud and filth, and those who do not believe will surely fall into the eternal abyss, the darkness of nothingness. 】

[Only the ring fir can lead us around the cold winter gate, keep us from the frost, let us step into the warmth, and make us live forever in the paradise. 】

'Exactly this paragraph of text! '

When Watson read this, the heart inside the soul body suddenly trembled excitedly, and even the heart of the world life body began to beat violently when he woke up. He knew that this text was the hidden heart. secret!
He could feel the heartbeat vibrating at a short and repeated frequency, and his heart began to beat with this frequency!
The beating of the heart was so powerful, pumping the blood to flow at a high speed, the strange thud thud thump sounded in his ears, or it should be said that it resounded in his blood vessels!

Watson's face turned red in an instant, like a plump fresh fruit. It seemed that the next moment, the rich juice would burst the skin of the fruit, and even Watson's skin would burst!

The strange, heart-pounding thick and simple rhythm vibrates and echoes inside the blood vessels, it's as if every single red blood cell in him has turned into a tiny skin drum!
These scarlet tiny skin drums flow with the blood, as if they are goods transported by flowing water. They collide left and right in the turbulent blood river, hit the adjacent snare drum, and hit the inner wall of the blood vessel, which arouses extreme excitement and extreme excitement. exciting music.

The fluctuation of the music spread to every corner of his body in an instant, and his skin, muscles, bones, internal organs and brain began to tremble uncontrollably. In Er's eyes, he was blurred by the high-frequency vibration.

At the same time, an irresistible impulse rose from the bottom of Watson's heart, feet, and fingertips. He couldn't help but want to dance to the rhythm of the beating heart and the rhythm of blood flow... In fact, he did start to dance slightly stand up.

Even if his subjective will can't be detected at all, in the eyes of Nello and Thrall, the frequency of Sir Watson/John Watson's vibration is the rhythm of the dance-he is already dancing in a way that mortals can't understand.

His toes rose and fell like a twitch, like a drumstick beating the ground, and the brisk rhythm sounded in the silent chamber of the heart. The short and powerful rhythm was like some deep words, some infectious His words have been transmitted through the medium of the earth, and have been passed to the feet of every busy crossroads nearby.

They couldn't help but stop what they were doing, and all looked in the direction of the database.

They feel the pulse rate of the heart phase, and seem to be able to perceive the words contained in it.

They knew that there was a new church member who knew the words of walking and walking.

　Originally, the author wrote this chapter of the secret biography of the self-created heart, but after searching the information to find out what other myths are suitable for adaptation, I wasted an hour and still have no clue... I can only write back to the sisterhood first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)