I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

The sound coming from the center of the stage was vaguely the same as that in the room.

The program director widened his eyes.

Jiang Chen had already completed the animation creation of this episode and uploaded it.

Only then would he open the door for them.

The program director was shocked, "Mr. Jiang, your speed in creating the plot is really fast."

Jiang Chen smiled.

He just finished uploading the plot of the first 7 episodes in one breath.

Now there is plenty of time to rest.

Shen Yirou looked worried. Is it really okay for Jiang Chen to create so efficiently?

"Then, you must be resting. We won't disturb you for now."

The program director was polite. After Jiang Chen returned to the room.

Quickly prepare what Jiang Chen needs.

When Shen Yirou returned to the judges' seat, she was still a little confused.

Jiang Chen's creation speed is definitely something she has never seen before.

Even with the help of the creation helmet, other cartoonists don't have such a speed.

Only Jiang Chen.

"Shen Yirou, what's wrong with you?"

Yu Hua saw that Shen Yirou had been absent-minded since she came back, and looked at her.

"Could it be that something happened to Jiang Chen?"

Yu Hua turned to look at Shen Yirou, and his tone was very concerned about Jiang Chen's situation.

Zheng Yuanjie and Mo Yan also turned their heads.

Seeing this.

Shen Yirou shook her head, "No problem, when we went there, Jiang Chen had already started to rest."

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's fine, as long as we can guarantee the creator's rest and let him guarantee the quality of this animation work, everything will be fine."

Mo Yan was finally relieved.

"It's been a long time."

The voice of Aize came from the screen.

The brave group is now facing two graves.

Aize sat upright and knelt in front of the graves.

Telling everyone about his family.

"At that time, our village was attacked by the demons."

Haita walked forward and knelt in front of the tombstone, clasping his hands and closing his eyes to pray.

Seeing this, Aize turned around and asked Haita: "What are you doing?"

"I'm praying." Haita explained.

As a dwarf, Aize unanimously believed that "people will return to nothingness after death."

Haita said with certainty: "You will go to heaven."

Seeing that the two had different views and beliefs.

Fulilian mentioned to everyone, saying: "Thousands of years ago, returning to nothingness after death was still the mainstream view."

"Dwarves attach great importance to tradition."

She reminded Haita.

"However," Fulilian continued, "I actually doubt whether heaven exists."

"With the current human magic technology, it is still impossible to observe the soul after death."

"So it cannot be proved whether it really exists."

Listening to Fulilian's more objective statement from the perspective of time and magic.

On the side.

Xin Meier smiled and said gently:

"I don't think it matters."

Haita closed his eyes and prayed, and agreed: "Yes, I also think it doesn't matter whether it exists or not."

Xin Meier looked at Haita in surprise, and couldn't help complaining:

"Is it appropriate for a monk to say that? A monk who only cares about food and wine."

[Hahaha, Haita, an atheist, finally became the bishop of the Holy Metropolis. It's a bit funny to think about it. ]

[Some things cannot be explained by science, so the greatest comfort for oneself after the death of relatives is that they have gone to heaven. ]

Haita's prayer posture did not change, and said:

"But even if it doesn't really exist, I think it should exist."

[This sentence is very good. Even if he doesn't exist, he should exist. ]

[This is theology, not just religion. ]

Aize stared at him and asked, "Why?"

Haita thought, "Because this is more in line with people's wishes."

"The destination of those who try their best to survive to the end should not be nothingness."

"So isn't it better to treat them as enjoying wealth and glory in heaven?"

Hearing Haita's words.

The barrage went crazy.

[I like this sentence so much. ]

[We just need a living belief, not a real existence. ]

[That's great. The existence of the Western Paradise is not for the dead, but for the living! ]

[Xin Meier is a well-deserved hero, and Haita is also a well-deserved priest. ]

[If this priest can really pray, then there is a god. The prayer caster is the medium, and the real caster is the god of prayer! ]

[This anime work is really amazing. It is this kind of fragmented memory that makes me feel that these four people are even more awesome. They are ordinary, but more approachable! 】

【Help, they are so gentle! 】

【This sentence convinced the three people next to him. 】Xin Meier smiled.

"It is indeed in line with people's wishes." As he said this, Xin Meier also put his hands together, "Then I will pray too."

Fulilian glanced at Xin Meier and agreed with Haita's words.

Put your hands together and close your eyes to pray.

Aize said "hmm".

He prayed for the first time in front of his family's grave.

[Sometimes, the monks who eat meat and drink wine are quite reliable (⌒▽⌒)]

[Fu Fu is too obedient to imitate him with a confused look on his face. ]

The scene changed.

Aize's hand gesture of praying has not changed, but he has aged many years.

It is still in front of Aize's parents' grave.

Aize prays here.

He has kept this habit for more than a hundred years.

Ever since Haita convinced everyone that praying is not for believing in God, but for hoping that relatives will really enjoy wealth and prosperity after death and live well.

[The details of this change of lens are quite explosive. ]

Subtitles appear.

——28 years after the death of the brave Xin Meier, in the Central Kingdoms, Brett region.

[The graves on the ground are also two stories higher than before. ]

[Although dwarves live longer than humans, they are also old. ]

[Dwarves' appearance is less affected by age, and they live longer than humans. ]

Footsteps sounded.

Fulilian brought Fen and said to Aize:

"Aize, I'm here to play."

Aize opened his eyes and said to the person behind him: "This is not the attitude you should have towards someone you haven't seen for thirty years."

Fulilian habitually said: "It's only been thirty years."

[For the long-lived elves, it seems like only three days have passed. ]

[It's really unimaginable to have someone you haven't seen for 30 years. ]

[And brought a mother, hahaha! ]

[The elf who "comes to visit from time to time." ]

Aize is also helpless with Fulilian's concept of time.

He chuckled, "That's right."

Arrived at the cave house belonging to the dwarves.

The three of them had a discussion at Aize's house.

"I didn't expect you to accept an apprentice."

Flillian took a sip of tea and asked, "Aize, is there anything I can help you with?"

[Dwarf: Is it my turn? ]

[Dwarf: Then I'll give you an apprentice too. ]

[Aize's arms have become much thinner. ]

Hearing Fulillian asking himself, Aize said, "Flillian, you seem to have asked the same question to Haita."

"I'm still a long way from dying."

Flillian was surprised, "How did you know?"