Chapter 387 Sacred Contract

Behind the twelve tall white columns and the vault is the entrance hall with a gray stone floor. Hanging lights hang from the dome, illuminating the ground.

This building has stood in Yancheng for a hundred years, but now it is deserted.

Buma felt a pity.

It's not that people have lost their enthusiasm for museums - in fact, people have never been crazy about museums, not in the past, and not now.

It's just that the adjacent Wonderful Zoo is overcrowded, and there is a long queue outside, and citizens are scrambling to buy tickets to enter. In comparison, the free museum seems even more deserted and bleak.

Buma used to work in Yaocheng.

Yaocheng has no museum, but it has a beer theater. The Temple Society once considered building a theological museum, but it was later abandoned.

The reason is that Yaocheng's funding is tight. After the pollution of the omnipotent stone, even a big city like Shuangcheng suffered serious economic damage. Thousands of gas furnaces became single-furnace beasts and ran away. Many jobs can only be completed by manpower. The economy has been in recession for many years.

As a carpenter, Buma almost lost his job in Yaocheng.

The reason was the scholars and apprentices who studied architecture, engineering and surveying in the Yaocheng Seminary. After graduation, their salaries became less, so one by one they also started to make sculptures, sketches and handicrafts to earn some extra money.

As soon as the regular army left, Buma, a half-way practitioner, was broken at the first touch and no one cared about him at all.

So he left Yaocheng and came to Yancheng, where the business atmosphere was stronger, to find opportunities.

The Old Days Museum was a place he had been thinking about since he was a child. Many legendary precious cultural relics, ancient books and artworks of the Yao people were quietly displayed in this building.

Buma stepped into the gate with a mood that was almost like a pilgrimage.

The structure of the museum is U-shaped. The passage starts from the entrance of the corridor on the left, and the exit is the corridor on the right after a detour.

Inside the venue, hemp ropes surrounded individual display cases, and there were wooden signs recording and describing the collections.

The first artifact in the museum was a piece of hard black fur, which was hung on a three-pronged rack and looked like a rough leather coat that had not yet been processed.

Buma knew at a glance that this was the [Demon Black Bear Skin].

The wooden sign on the window was written in Yao, Bo, and Elven.

“Demon Black Bear Skin (before the Yao calendar): Jack’s followers wore black bear skins and used magic to transform into bears to attack the Garlic Tribe. The heroes Headhunter and Fisherman fought bravely with them, and Yao killed them with a miracle lightning…”

Buma continued to move forward, looking as he walked.

[The stone shovel of the first prophet Nong Lai]

[The walking stick of the shaman hunting warehouse]

…

He stopped.

This is a special huge glass wall, on which the first twelve volumes of the 120 volumes of the “Book of Yao God” are publicly displayed with glass grids.

If necessary, anyone can ask the museum to buy all the copies of the Book of God Yao. Many businessmen will collect a set, which represents both piety to the gods and a style.

For many years, only mathematician Shang Meng has analyzed some equations and basic operations from it, and no one has really cracked the mystery of this book.

Scholars of all ages believe that "The Book of God Yao" is the most brilliant crown of the peak of the wisdom of the Yao clan. If someone can decipher it, he will definitely receive a special reward from the gods.

Buma looked at the parchment scroll that recorded the divine text with awe.

He, who had never even been admitted to the college, naturally couldn't understand it. It was precisely because he couldn't understand it that he was more awed.

At this time, a voice came to Buma's ears.

"Is it almost done? Come back and play a round, play a round."

Buma held his trembling left arm under his long sleeves with his right hand: "I just came... Don't worry, I'll go back in the evening."

"I'm in a hurry! Urgent!"

The voice urged: "I found a way to deal with you, come and play a round quickly."

"..."

Buma walked to a hidden corner next to him, lowered his voice and said to his left hand: "Go back after dark, don't rush. It will be troublesome if someone finds out."

The voice disappeared.

Buma breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved to Yancheng, in addition to the difficulty in finding a job in Yaocheng, another reason was the guy who was talking.

Buma's roommate, the chess king.

Yaocheng provides many free city benefits and subsidies, but they are basically for experts in various fields, such as scholars in various cities, skilled craftsmen, or experienced farmers or engineers.

There are also many young people who, like Buma, failed to get subsidy quotas.

Buma lived in a self-made tent outside the city. It was not that there was no place to live in the city. The temple provided collective housing, but the people there were mixed and crowded.

In addition, Buma was a carpenter, so digging, grinding, hammering and hammering were inevitable, and it was easy to be annoying when standing next to him. There were also city guards patrolling near the city, and the soldiers also set up sentry posts and fire towers, so safety was not a problem.

One night, Buma and a chess friend finished playing tribal war chess, but they were still not satisfied and continued to deduce tactics on the chessboard.

He had no other interests, just loved playing chess.

Yaocheng had a slow pace of life and many chess friends. Buma often played chess with others. Whether it was the classic version or the new rules and new chess sets, he won more and lost less.

Just as he was thinking about new tactical methods, a passerby asked to play a game with him.

Buma readily agreed.

The two sides played five games in a row, and Buma defeated the opponent in every game.

From that day on, the passerby came every day and played with Buma for a whole month.

Finally, the passerby was puzzled: "Why can't I beat you in a game?"

Buma told him: "You always attack quickly and never defend. As long as I stick to defensive counterattack, I can restrain you. You should develop a new routine."

"That makes sense."

The passerby appeared again half a month later, and lost miserably again.

"Why do I play defensive counterattack and you play fast attack, but you still win?"

Buma said: "Because I am playing a tug-of-war, and tug-of-war can tear open the defensive space. When your chess pieces are pulled apart, the defensive formation is messed up, and you can't stop the attack."

The passerby kept coming to challenge, always winning less and losing more, and fighting again and again.

Buma saw that this man was also a chess fanatic, so he often exchanged techniques with him.

The passerby was tall and had a clear and low voice. He put on a large black scholar's robe, and wore armor inside that covered his face tightly, looking mysterious.

Buma asked him what he was called, and the other party called himself the chess king.

The chess king never reveals his true face. He always disappears during the day and only appears at night to play against Buma on the chessboard.

The two sides made friends through chess for three years.

The chess king said: "We played 1092 games in total. I won 184 games and lost 908 games. I have played with many people with superb chess skills, but I have never lost so badly."

"You are so good at chess, but you have a hard life. Why don't you pass all your chess skills to me and I will help you become famous?"

Buma smiled and said: "Okay. This is a great deal for me."

"With your words, let's make a contract."

The chess king suddenly flashed with light, and he recited solemnly: "Great Yao God, please ask Mr. Pinkman to be a witness to the sacred contract. I solemnly promise that the person in front of me will be a co-holder and user of my power. No matter he is sick or weak, I will never leave him until the day he dies."

Buma was stunned for a moment.

The other party reminded: "Now you also swear in my way, and pass on your chess skills without hiding anything."

Buma said nervously: "Great Yao God... I will teach the chess skills to the person in front of me, without hiding anything..."

This ceremony was completed quickly.

The black clothes on the chess king fell off, revealing the silver armor inside that was dazzling in the moonlight. The armor was engraved with fine brass-colored reliefs, which looked noble and mysterious.

Buma thought, no wonder the chess king had to wear a robe. If he walked around in such armor, he would attract attention wherever he went.

After a while, the chess king's armor suddenly broke apart and floated in the air. There was nothing inside, and there was no one in the armor at all.

The chess king is this armor!

This armor wrapped around Buma in an instant, and completed the reorganization and fit on him.

The stunned Buma turned into a knight in bronze and silver armor in an instant, and a powerful force that he had never experienced flowed and lingered all over his body.

Buma felt as if he had merged with this armor. The armor was his skin and hair, and he was connected to every deck by blood.

The voice of the Chess King came from the armor: "From today on, you are the temple warrior of my [Chess King] contract. You and I are the inside and outside of each other and rely on each other."

Temple warrior?

The legendary guard of the gods... The real identity of the Chess King is the Holy Mark.

Buma was not overjoyed, but was a little at a loss, and stammered: "I, I can't fight? How can I, a carpenter, become a temple warrior?"

"I have decided, you are the temple warrior."

The chess king said without question: "The decision is in our [Holy Wish], you meet my [Chess King] requirements, I say you can do it, you can do it."

"Also, you move to Yancheng as soon as possible. There are other Holy Wish here, and there is a shortage of manpower over there."

In this way, Buma became a temple warrior without any preparation.

Contrary to rumors from the outside world, there are very few Holy Wish.

According to the chess king, there are only three in this world at present, namely [Fire Man], [Mr. Why] and [Chess King].

The three of them were awakened based on the transmutation of [Stigma Armor] under the interference reaction, and were recognized by the apostles. Because the characteristics of the Holy Wish abilities are different, there are also great differences between them.

The core ability of [Chess King] is [The World is Like Chess].

This ability is not a pure combat spell, but more like a calculation and deduction.

For example, Buma can now clearly feel that there are a total of 21 people in the entire museum, including the guards.

Behind him, southeast, is an old man with a crooked mouth leaning on a cane. He is walking towards the [Old God Exhibition Room] with an excited expression on his face - suspected of having a hidden worship or belief in one of the old gods.

At the exit at the other end of the corridor, a child is wiping his nose with his sleeve, staring at the modern collection "Dawn of the Kingdom" and the famous "Lying", both of which are painted by the great painter Tiesai.

The child is watching, his fingers are still moving slightly, as if holding an invisible pen, imitating the famous paintings in the glass window.

…

The ability of the world is like chess is to use a bird's-eye view and a full view within a certain range to deduce everyone's next move. The longer the ability lasts, the more tired Buma will be, and the accuracy of the deduction will continue to decrease.

However, this ability has made Buma's woodworking progress by leaps and bounds, and his waste of wood has been greatly reduced!

He only needs to use [The World is Like Chess] to carve in his mind and choose the most perfect path to complete the work.

Now Buma's work is completely inseparable from it!

Just as Buma was visiting the museum, the voice of the chess king came from his left arm armor.

"There are similar people."

Buma came back to his senses.

Other temple warriors?

The chess king said: "It's [Mr. Why]"

Buma opened the world like chess and immediately locked the direction of his companions.

It was a thin man in a black robe. He stood next to the "Book of Yao God" and whispered: "The wisdom of Lord Yao God is really untouchable... I don't know what is hidden in this book. I really want to see the day when someone can explain the book of God."

The other person smiled gently at Buma with wrinkles like scales at the corners of his eyes.

Buma was slightly excited.

It turned out that the contractor of [Mr. Why] was Mr. Longji, the prophet of Yao City.

He is also a temple warrior.

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