Chapter 1,222 Koyin Temple

Consider that this is the capital of an empire. If you want to gather believers with high enough status, the number must be large enough. Of course, the temple's grandeur cannot be inferior to that of other churches. At this time, what the church is fighting for is not miracles, but face. At least those mortals who think they are big shots don't want to walk into a poor and shabby place and prostrate themselves on the ground before an idol of a god.

The more believers who have enough status and high status, the more wealth the church can amass. The stronger the financial resources, the more luxurious the temple can be decorated. This is like a spiral that develops towards both ends, making the rich richer and the poor poorer, making it difficult to turn back.

Those churches that do not have strong financial resources and do not have broad-based beliefs will naturally not be able to compete with those large churches for appearance. The temples of these small churches are usually built in scattered small open spaces between large churches.

Although there is no Feng Shui in Midi, the buildings still pay attention to symmetry or a certain shape. For example, a regular pentagon or a regular hexagon. Especially the gods of the lawful camp regard symmetry and coordination as a kind of beauty. Of course, the connection between the large church temple group and other large church temple groups cannot be perfectly connected without any gaps.

They would not do this unless necessary, no matter how tense the situation was. Just like in the secular world, the territories of big countries rarely directly border each other, and there will always be some small countries in the middle as buffer areas. The territory between the gods is similar. These scattered small open spaces not occupied by large churches have become the accommodation space for small churches in the church temple area of ​​Nineveh Imperial City.

Most of the temples of these small churches have one hall and one courtyard. The hall is divided into two parts. The front hall is for the gods, and the back hall is the living area for the priests. In terms of construction, of course it cannot be as gorgeous and grand as the main halls of large churches.

The temple of the small church, in addition to the style of the deity itself that was influenced by the race of origin, also reflects the ingenuity and taste of the previous priests. The so-called style of the former may be changed by the latter.

Of course, there are some gods who don't pay so much attention to the appearance of the temple, and they are not little-known minor gods. For example, the famous God of Beggars is one of the gods with the widest distribution of temples, not losing to another widespread belief, the Church of the Three Holy Lights.

The most important thing for the temple of this god is a shack and a few haystacks. Construction is too easy, on the other hand, it is also because there are so many believers and they are spread all over the place.

In fact, the God of Beggars was not the God of Beggars in the beginning. The concept he really represents is actually 'penance', which is the source of all the ascetics in the lost land. But because that image was so close to that of a beggar, it simply became the object of beggars’ prayers for getting enough food today, and later became a common belief among beggars.

However, those real ascetics hidden in the Beggar Church exist in trouble that no one wants to cause. It doesn't matter how strong you are. To use someone's hometown saying, you are barefoot and not afraid of wet shoes. For those who have a little wealth, they simply can't afford the ascetic monk's style of playing with the consciousness of smashing everything to pieces, and they are not even afraid of self-mutilation.

So even if beggars are despised by most people, the God of beggars and his church still stand firm. Bullying beggars, these people who live at the bottom of society, can be regarded as a daily evil for those with bad personalities, but no one will offend them to death. Because they don't know whether the person being bullied is an ascetic monk who abides by the precepts.

Just because ascetics endure all kinds of suffering does not mean that they will accept death calmly. When they rise up to resist, there are no moral constraints or rules such as not hurting innocent people or harming their families. At least kindness is not among the precepts and requirements of the ascetics. If they were classified by the nine well-known camps in a certain time period, they would belong to the chaotic neutral group.

As for the temple of Ko Yin, the goddess of gold coins, of course it cannot be solved in a shack like the God of Beggars. At any rate, he is also the subordinate god of the Lord of Wealth, representing the god of money. Even if it cannot be compared with those wealthy churches, the temple in front of you can still see the ambition of the successive priests to make it magnificent.

But it is a pity that the people who originally built all this do not seem to have considered the difficulty of subsequent maintenance. Moreover, it seems that future generations either took care of it carelessly or had no intention of doing so.

The outer wall of the temple, which is full of sculptures, is now covered with various vines, and even small animals can be seen living on it. The open space in the courtyard that was supposed to be a place for believers to take a nap was instead overgrown with overgrown grass and intertwined trees. Even in inconspicuous places, you can see discarded items piled up and left to rot. At the end of this summer, in the afternoon of autumn, of course, mosquitoes are flying around, which is very annoying.

Walking into the temple, the mottled gold-plated statue reveals the muddy part underneath. The glass spliced ​​windows have long been filthy. They should have shown colorful dazzling light under the light, but now only dim colors remain. The altar where the candles should have been lit and the sacrifices placed were left with only a lonely candlestick and uncleaned wax tears.

If there are some cobwebs, dust, and rags swaying in the wind, someone will think that they have arrived at an abandoned temple in the mountains and forests of their hometown. Like Lanruo Temple or something like that. However, the place was kept fairly clean and was not left abandoned.

Looking at the mottled spots on the statue, someone was trying to identify whether the missing gold foil had been scraped off and used in exchange for money. It means that there really are gods in this world. Doing such a thing would offend those beings. Or is this man so generous that he is willing to sacrifice for his devout believers, even if he scrapes off the gold foil on his own statue?

When someone was thinking, a panicked voice came from the side, saying: "You...who are you? What are you doing here?"

"The Point Guard Is Here"

Hmm, strange question. Do we look threatening? Otherwise, why would people be so scared?

Lin looked to his side. The aristocratic young man who peed his pants, what was he doing following him?

A transvestite wearing a red phoenix robe? Well, it's pretty normal, if you don't consider his gender and pretentiousness.

But the big beautiful devil wearing scantily clad clothes is related to the word "sexual immorality" and can be classified as a member of the sin, or at least be labeled as a disrespectful act that disrespects the gods.

As for himself, although black robes are quite conspicuous in the temple area dominated by white robes, they are not so rare that they can be directly equated with sin.

Looking back, one person immediately understood the crux of the other person's fear. The wheels of the carriage that passed through the previous slaughterhouse were stained with blood and mud. Not only did it stain a small half of the wheel spokes red, it even left clear blood-red wheel marks on the street.

The two horses driving the car specially selected tall draft horses. One of their characteristics is that the parts above the horseshoes called pasterns and metacarpals have thick manes. Now, the coat, which should have been the same color as the horse's back and tail, was stained with blood.

The same goes for the horses that guard the knights of the family of Muhasebesh. The hoofs of each horse are like stained with red ink pads, like stamps, leaving conspicuous traces of their journey.

In short, there were eight riders in this car. Regardless of whether the people who saw it thought they had stepped on the red soil and left such marks, or they had just walked away from a massacre, the messy red marks on the ground were indeed frightening. Bad to many people. If they knew that it was the latter, they would probably close the door of the temple tightly and not dare to come out.

Only then did Lin look at the priests who were serving the Goddess of Gold Coins in the temple in the Imperial City of Nineveh. These people do live up to Efron’s previous assessment, old and young.

The older priests are afraid of being over seventy years old. In Midland, an environment with backward nutrition and medicine and a ferocious natural ecology, it is really not easy to live to this age. In addition, the gods they serve are not known for their physical vitality, so each of these old priests looks very old. No one would be surprised if he lay directly in the coffin the next second.

As for the younger ones, they are probably just like the children taken in by the family. The oldest one is probably no more than eight years old. There are also a few that have to be held by others. These children were wearing yellowish white robes, but they did not leave the temple and question someone with fear like the old priests. The children were hiding in the temple, all under the window sill, peeking at them from time to time.

The only exception was the source of the panicked voice that just spoke, a teenage girl. She stood in front of the old priests, wearing leather chest armor, wrist guards and leggings, which were the only protection. And holding a long sword that she could not easily lift, she raised it horizontally with difficulty and pointed it at this group of unexpected visitors.

Thinking that he was the only one who looked normal among everyone present, Lin took a few steps forward and joked: "I remember that no matter which god it is, one of the commandments of the Templars is not to use sharp weapons." Little girl, I am the magician Guy Blasch Tripwood. May I ask, in what capacity are you talking to me?"

Templar warriors generally refer to warriors appointed by the gods, not a military group unique to a certain god. However, because they are recognized by the gods, the status of the templar warriors is usually equivalent to that of priests, and they are qualified to represent the gods to promote their will in the mortal world.

However, as long as there are no special circumstances, people recognized by the gods have their own precepts and oaths that they must abide by. What Lin said about "not using open weapons" is one of the commandments of most gods. The original meaning is the warrior of the gods, and its purpose is to spread faith, not death. Therefore, they can raise weapons to protect the church and believers, but they are not allowed to kill with their own will.

When Lin asked this question, he also wanted to know who the person in front of him was. If it had nothing to do with the church of the Gold Coin Goddess, he would just go directly to those old priests instead of wasting time on an insignificant little girl.

In the previous conversation with the woman who was the emperor's personal guard, the other party's unreasonable attitude had already worn away a little bit of someone's patience. He wasn't sure he was in the mood to deal with a second unreasonable person, male or female.

"I..." The girl hesitated. But then she seemed to have made up her mind and said firmly: "I am a trainee templar of His Majesty Ke Yin, and my name is Lucretia."

"Lucrecia, um, what?" Lin asked the other party's last name.

The girl replied: "No, just Lucretia."

"Haha, it's really special. I don't have a surname, but I have a noble name." Lin bowed and said, "Your Excellency, trainee templar, I'm here to pray to His Majesty Ke Yin. Of course, being able to meet him is the best thing. OK. Could you please convey this to me?"