Steel Armour City

The male priest, dressed in a golden robe, slightly tied his purple hair behind his head with a golden ribbon, looked at the golden ball in the picture and said, "the goddess... Did not show her appearance in front of the world, because she was afraid that people would judge people by their appearance, so she appeared with a light to show her profound wisdom. That light is the light of wisdom, which guides people to find the direction of light even in the darkest world, without being confused and afraid. "

The priestess looked back in astonishment and looked at the male priest: "Your Highness! The perfection of your thinking is unparalleled

Tiratimus turned his head and said with a smile, "is that right?"

Wind chime nodded: "yes!"

Tirathamis did not object: "you say yes, that's it."

"This is your fourth great temple on this continent." Said the wind chime.

Tirathamis pondered slightly: "the fourth building... If we want to turn this othellon into the center of the world, we need to build... 180 great temples! 180 seats. It's not a small number. " Tiratimus looked sad. As a forced plane traveler, he has spent more than a month in the real world on this plane. If he follows this speed, he will be trapped in this plane for the first half year... According to the time of this world, it will be more than 8000 years!

Fengling laughed: "Your Highness, you don't have to worry about it. It's more than 8000 years. Time flies."

Tirathamis gave a dry, bitter smile and said nothing. He picked up a stack of paper from the prayer table in front of him and slowly began to fold the origami. The appearance of paper was a great invention of windbell when she stayed here for a few days. She cut some soft crystals found on the Star River into very thin pieces, and then ordered people to cut them into appropriate length and width, so transparent crystal paper was born.

After Fengling said this, he had to be a little inappropriate. How can he live fast after more than 8000 years? I'm just cheating myself.

She also smiles awkwardly with tirathamis, and then brings up another topic: "if I transfer all the people here to do this, it might be faster!"

"That doesn't work." "For faith, if it doesn't come from the heart, it won't be pious. How can an impious heart have power? You also see, when people are devout, what kind of things can't be achieved? Faith comes from piety. Just like this temple, the painting on the top of the temple, if there is no piety, no faith, how can there be such a wonderful birth of creativity? If I were the only one, I would never have thought of making such a picture on the top of the temple that integrates science and holiness! "

"But, you see, on the road I created, what I could not do by myself was accomplished by the life I created! Creativity is rooted in every self-growing life. If life can't get freedom, how can he be creative? "

"Independent life has the right to choose independent consciousness, which naturally endows every independent life with the right to choose belief, but at the same time, this right in turn determines the grassroots, that is, my existence and my behavior, which is belief. You've tasted the power of faith. It's very powerful, right? "

The wind chime nodded.

"A strong belief is the basis of God's existence. Of course, some planes and some gods may be exceptional, but it is definitely the basis of my existence. When independent individuals who grow up independently believe in me, they will share their strength with me without any external pressure. You see, what a great man the designer of this painting is. How can anyone who doubts the existence of God stand in front of this set of light paintings designed by him and not be shocked? Will it be difficult for them to crawl in front of this colossus when they are deeply attracted and moved by the shock? "

"Absolutely not! They will be overwhelmed by the divine power in their hearts

"Although I don't know the next believer's ability and behavior, every time one joins my faith, he will contribute his strength to his faith! You see, he has contributed his own strength to the power of his belief, and his belief is me, my strength. Isn't my strength strengthened by him? So what's the use of going to someone you know or God to build all these temples? There are only a few temples that you are familiar with, or that God has created. Temples are dead things and will not have any effect. Without the people to use them, how can the power of faith converge? "

"Divine power is just a kind of power in the world. Why is any power so powerful? Because of its size. The big power is strong because of its scale. The small power is not strong because of its scale. How can we enhance our strength? Is it just a way to keep gathering the weak forces and let them grow up? This is true of cultivation, and so are other ways to enhance strength. For the independent strong, the common way is cultivation, but how long it is to cultivate yourself! I don't have so much time and resources to practice myself. In this world, I'm afraid that when I reach a certain stage of self-cultivation, what I'm waiting for is not freedom, but "God's anger."

"The power of faith naturally converges independently, and what I need to do is to give them freedom, freedom to live in my world, and freedom to believe at the same time. Because of their creation, they have created new beliefs. In this way, the world circulates. As long as I sow this seed, then my power of belief will reach a height that I don't even know! "

"Just like me," chimed the wind chime, "is it part of your power of faith?"

Tiratimus nodded. As he spoke, he took it. A piece of paper had been folded into a butterfly with four thin crystal wings. Tiratimus unfolded his palm and gently poked the butterfly's tail with one finger. The butterfly reluctantly twisted its buttocks, and then flew into the air with a string of crystal powder. Little crystal powder scattered in the air, slightly refracting the light, It emits colorful dots of light. The crystal powder is the waste left after folding the butterfly.

"You see, life is free. Even a butterfly has a choice whether or not to be manipulated by me. If they want to choose, as long as I give them this choice, they will take root in my world. Mathematically, believe me or not, there is a 50% chance."

If the wind chime knows something, it will also pick up a thin piece of crystal paper from the prayer table, quickly fold it into a butterfly, and then fly into the air.

"You're very smart, you're very good at learning," said tiratimus

The corner of the wind chime's mouth was slightly tilted, and it seemed that he was pleased and said, "because I'm free, too! From the body to the heart, everything is free! " Of course, it never happened to her.

Tiratimus looked surprised and said, "Oh? Is that right? "

The next day, the Great Hall of chanting was renamed the Great Hall of crystal butterflies. It is said that there are no countless purple crystal butterflies flying in the sky in the temple. In the glory of God, countless believers flood into the Great Hall of crystal butterflies at the southern end of the mainland. I'm looking forward to seeing the legendary holy scenery. The two priests, a man and a woman, who were used in the coming of tirathamis and Fengling, were promoted to the rank of cardinal, under the Pope and honored as "double envoys of crystal and butterfly".